hotmtlnovel Chapter 142: The cat who can't transform is very sad
Chapter 142: The cat who can't transform is very sad
Chapter 142: The cat who can't transform is very sad
When it comes to relationships between men and women, it's all about teaming up to get through life, having children, and farming. There’s really nothing else to talk about—at least, that's what Jiang He naturally believed, even though no one had ever explicitly told her so.
That was until she learned about some peculiar things.
Take kissing, for instance—such an intimate act! She was amazed to discover that such a magical thing even existed. After experiencing it once, Jiang He found herself both amazed and somewhat enlightened.
No wonder in Xu Qing’s videos, some people on the verge of death still insisted on stealing a kiss...
However, she still couldn’t understand the appeal of legs. What was so great about touching them? Instinctively, she felt it wasn’t proper—a vulgar and indecent act, even harder to accept than kissing.
Especially feet. A girl’s feet were definitely off-limits. If she absolutely had to choose, Jiang He would much rather let Xu Qing touch her stomach than play with her feet—it just felt so bizarre.
Such eccentricity.
Such lewdness.
Using her limited vocabulary, Jiang He mentally cursed Xu Qing. The reason it stayed in her head was that Xu Qing wasn’t exactly doing anything inappropriate. He merely rested his hand on her ankle when he wasn’t typing, gently pressing and stroking it.
Having spent the winter indoors, Jiang He had gained a little weight. Her calves were now more shapely, and even her ankles were soft and supple—slender but not bony, with a smooth, silky texture that Xu Qing found immensely satisfying.
“The final weapon Sun Wukong used was forged from Miss Duan’s Vajra Ring. I have every reason to suspect that she is actually the Bodhisattva Guanyin,” Xu Qing’s voice interrupted Jiang He’s silent tirade. Without thinking, she asked, “Guanyin?”
“Yeah, Guanyin has countless manifestations. She travels the mortal world to guide people toward enlightenment. She can appear as a man or a woman, young or old. Transforming into a demon hunter to set up a test for Tang Monk and lead him to ultimate understanding—this makes total sense.”
As Xu Qing sorted through his thoughts, he treated Jiang He like a little yellow rubber duck—except this one had legs that were fun to touch. Programmers often use rubber ducks to explain their code line by line when they’re stuck, and the process of verbalizing often helps clarify problems.
It was essentially self-talk.
But Xu Qing, having a girlfriend, didn’t need to talk to himself. Having voiced his sudden epiphany, he explained it to Jiang He, feeling his ideas crystallize further.
“Everywhere Tang Monk went, Miss Duan appeared—catching big fish, subduing pig demons, battling monkeys—she was everywhere. It’s all part of a trap.”
Jiang He rejected him firmly, tugging down her skirt. However, this revealed her collarbones instead.
Noticing Xu Qing’s gaze shift, she inexplicably felt like she was intentionally teasing him—a realization that made her anxious.
With a stern expression, she glanced around the living room for something to do, then declared, “I’m going to bed. Good night!” before fleeing.
Xu Qing watched her vanish into her room, and only after a moment did he snap out of it. He grabbed Winter Melon and gave it a firm rub before attempting to get back to work. Yet his mind was filled with images of Jiang He fresh from her bath, exuding a dewy allure.
Her neck was clean and bare, free of necklaces or other adornments. The elegant curve of her nape required no embellishment to radiate a natural sensuality.
Not a vampire, yet Xu Qing found himself wanting to bite her neck.
Work was impossible now. His thoughts were in disarray. He saved his document, shut down his laptop, stretched, set Winter Melon down, and grabbed his clothes to take a shower before bed.
After winter, Jiang He had reclaimed first dibs on bathing. Xu Qing was simply too lazy—though he had adopted her habit of early nights and mornings, he still didn’t like bathing until just before bed. Jiang He, on the other hand, always aimed to bathe as soon as it got dark, then relax at her computer until it was time to sleep.
Tonight had been delayed. A sliver of light seeped from Jiang He’s room, indicating she was likely still awake, probably on her phone. Xu Qing merely glanced before heading into the bathroom with his clothes.
The bathroom was warm and steamy. Maybe girls preferred hotter water? It was nearly summer now, and logically, the water didn’t need to be so hot. Yet every time Jiang He bathed, the room was filled with steam. Xu Qing wasn’t the same—his showers were only mildly warm.
The lingering fragrance of her body wash hung in the air, along with a humid warmth. Under the showerhead, Xu Qing found his thoughts drifting back to Jiang He’s legs and nape, stirring a restless energy within him.
The scent was oddly enchanting. Men’s body wash didn’t leave this kind of lingering fragrance, but women’s did.
Spring was here...
After mulling it over, Xu Qing turned the knob all the way to the cold setting. A sudden icy blast shocked him, raising goosebumps and dousing his inexplicable restlessness.
Women, he thought, truly are troublemakers.
I need to practice more martial arts.
Xu Qing resolved to avoid ending up like Wang Zijun—completely drained of energy.