Chapter 16: Unprepared Kiss
It was in the way Gan Yunting looked at Ji Nanfeng and his ‘wife’––the sudden emergence of a little sister-in-law left him awestruck. And also… she seemed important to Third Brother.
“Remember, don’t hit on her,” Ji Nanfeng said coldly. He looked down at Mo Lixin and embraced her tightly.
“I’ll make sure I get the job done.” Gan Yunting straightened his back and saluted Ji Nanfeng.
“Ah… Why is there another handsome man? Lixin, Lixin, Lixin…! Who are you? Why are you holding my Lixin? Put her down and let her go… Let her go…” Xu Qingman talked nonsense.
“Qing… Man… Man… The wolf is coming… Run fast! Run fast!” Mo Lixin rambled though she was already in the arms of Ji Nanfeng.
“The… wolf? Where are the big wolves? I’ll fight them… Eh… Who is this pink wolf? How lovely… Come on, Big Wolf…” Xu Qingman said with a mouthful, wanting to kiss Gan Yunting under her drunken stupor.
But before she could, she vomited the food she ate on Gan Yunting.
Ji Nanfeng looked at Gan Yunting, who in his dismal state cried silently. “Brother, I will leave her in your care. Take care of her well, alright? Thank you.”
Ji Nanfeng turned around and left with his beloved wife.
Gan Yunting grieved inwardly. His brothers… Why must they push him around so recklessly? He sighed dismally and brought Xu Qingman to his grandmother’s hotel.
Ji Nanfeng had his own car, so he did not drive off with Gan Yunting.
“Ah… Nanfeng, why are you like that? You tell the world you’re not married, right?” Mo Lixin slurred, twisting and turning her body in the passenger seat.
“Don’t move, we’re almost home.” Ji Nanfeng looked at her drunken appearance and sighed. A whirlwind of emotions whipped through his veins and ripped his skin, attempting to scratch its way out.
The car drove under the of perfect midnight velvet, its stars so brilliant that the lyrics of starry nights played softly in his mind. There were few cars on the road, so the way to home was no less than an hour.
There was no one home. Ji Nanfeng walked to the hearth and warm flames by the sofa. He gently placed Mo Lixin on the sofa, and went to the kitchen, and prepared his wife a warm soup.
“No, I won’t drink it! It stinks! I want to dance… Hold my hand, hold my waist… That’s it…” Mo Lixin waved her hands around, every movement a synagogue of poetry. She danced beneath the stars, feeling the force of nature penetrate her skin. She felt like she was on cloud nine, floating lightly over the clouds.
Ji Nanfeng also danced with her, held her hands gently. His face lit up, a growing happiness much like how a spring flower opens. Joy lit his eyes and spread into every part of him.
Then, suddenly, he was struck out of his reverie.
This girl… She needed to drink her medicine.
“I’ll dance with you after you drink.” Ji Nanfeng pampered and caressed her hair gently.
“No, no, it’s stinky… No… No… I don’t want to drink! I want to dance!”
What sense of rationality did Mo Lixin have to begin with? She was drunk. She acted on the spur of the moment, saying whatever came to her mind. How gallant, how fearless.
“Just a minute. Dance after you drink…” Ji Nanfeng was at a loss. He neither had a younger brother, sister, or children of his own. He had no experience in matters like this.
Ah, that’s right, the drunken Mo Lixin was like a child right now. Now… How should he coax a child to take medicine…
“Why do you keep talking? Stop talking!” Mo Lixin tiptoed on her feet and blocked his mouth with her own.
The room was quiet, only the breeze of the night permeated the air. The curtains move slightly… And close to the curtain stood a girl on her toes kissing the mouth of a boy. The boy was tall, had a bowl of soup in one hand. He stood on the ground, eyes wide open, looking at the girl who kissed him unexpectedly…