bookrebus Chapter 57 Stimulating Women
Chapter 57 Stimulating Women
Bai Rongbei stared at the dark ceiling, his chest still heaving slightly from the absurd dream he had just had.
The night breeze seeped in through the cracks in the window, cool and refreshing, but it couldn't dispel the heat emanating from his body and... that indescribable flutter of excitement.
He suddenly remembered a long time ago, when the old, gray-haired military doctor took off his stethoscope and carefully chose his words to say to him, "Rongbei, your injury... has damaged the root of the problem, but it's not entirely hopeless. After you get married and have a wife, perhaps... perhaps with some appropriate stimulation, it can improve."
"Exciting?" He was wearing a neat military uniform, his back straight, his face expressionless, but his heart felt like it had been cut by a dull knife.
He felt it was comfort, even pity.
He Bai Rongbei doesn't need it.
In the years that followed, he buried himself in training, missions, and leading troops, trying not to think about that matter.
woman?
He had little experience with such things and never thought about them.
He felt that this was probably how his life would be: marry a wife, live together in harmony, treat each other with respect, have no children, and avoid those troublesome entanglements.
But just now...
The feeling of that soft fabric in my hand lingers, mixed with the faint scent of soap, and the memory of that fair, curved skin from my dream…
Bai Rongbei's Adam's apple bobbed, and a thought that even he found absurd suddenly popped into his mind.
Could this be what the old military doctor meant by "stimulation"?
It doesn't refer to drugs or treatments, but rather... having a specific thought about a specific person?
Or, to put it another way, let the woman directly stimulate him/her?
This realization made him gasp for breath for a moment.
He lay stiffly in the darkness, hesitated for a moment, and then, with an almost research-like attitude, slowly reached his hand down.
The heartbeat was amplified in the silence.
He tried to concentrate and recall fragments of his dream.
His mind was filled with his interactions with Su Wanwan.
The way Su Wanwan's wet hair clung to her neck, the light touch of her fingertips as she handed her water, the faint outline of her figure revealed through her wet clothes...
At first, there seemed to be a very subtle difference.
Like something slowly stirring beneath the hibernating soil.
However, that's all.
That faint reaction was like a drop of water splashed into the desert, instantly absorbed without leaving a trace.
No matter how hard he tried to recall or capture that moment, the silence in his body was like a solid barrier, coldly reminding him of reality.
As expected... it still didn't work.
Bai Rongbei slowly withdrew his hand and spread it out at his side.
The muscle lines on his arms were clearly defined in the moonlight, exuding power, but in some ways, that power was utterly useless.
The strange feeling just now was perhaps just a nerve that hadn't been stirred in a long time being accidentally touched and associated with something, producing a very faint noise.
It is not a newborn.
He closed his eyes, forcibly suppressing all the turbulent thoughts, like closing a heavy iron door.
The feeling that had just risen in my chest quickly cooled down and settled heavily in my heart.
Or not.
These four words, like nails hardened with ice, pinned his fleeting thoughts back to their original place.
He turned over, his back to the moonlight, no longer thinking about the underwear, the scent of soap, or any details related to Su Wanwan.
He was just Bai Rongbei, a soldier with a physical disability, and a husband who married out of duty and circumstances.
Bai Rongbei was extremely agitated. He quickly took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag. The smoke stung his lungs and was a bit spicy.
Forget it.
I didn't have high hopes to begin with.
He stubbed out his cigarette, lay back down, and was pulled over his head, enveloping himself in darkness.
……
"Clang! Clang!"
"Pass me this brick!"
"Mortar! Another bucket of mortar, please!"
Lin Weiwei struggled to wake up amidst a series of penetrating knocking sounds and a man's gruff shouts.
She frowned and buried her face in the pillow, trying to block out the noise.
Useless.
The voice seemed to have grown legs and drilled directly into her ears.
"Who is it...so early in the morning..." she muttered, reluctantly opening one eye.
A blindingly bright light shone through the window paper.
Judging from this scene, it's no longer "early morning".
Beside her, Su Wanwan also stirred, rubbing her eyes sleepily as she sat up, her long hair a mess from sleeping, with several tufts sticking up.
"Weiwei... what's that sound?"
"I don't know." Lin Weiwei was still a little confused. She yawned, sat up, stretched, and her bones cracked.
After sitting for a while, Lin Weiwei realized that there were still people working in the yard!
"That sound...that's them working! My God, we slept way too late!"
The two drowsy-eyed people looked at each other and saw the same shock in each other's eyes: they had actually slept so late!
Yesterday, I got injured while repairing the toilet, attended a large meeting to clarify rumors, and then experienced a series of shocks in the evening, including "wiping down" Bai Si'an and "handing over wages" to the two brothers. My mind was on edge the whole time, so when I finally relaxed, I slept so soundly.
"Get up, get up!" Lin Weiwei jumped out of bed first. The touch of her toes on the cold floor jolted her awake. "We agreed to go help, but we've been sleeping until now! What kind of behavior is this!"
Su Wanwan quickly got up as well.
The two hurriedly dressed, still in the same old clothes from yesterday, and rushed out to wash up without even combing their hair.
The courtyard was indeed bustling with activity.
Yesterday, most of the wall in the pit was already built; today it looks like they're going to finish the roof and put up a shed.
Bai Rongbei and Zhao Dayong stood on the half-erected wooden frame, working together to lift a thick rafter.
Bai Si'an didn't go up high; he had an injury to his right shoulder, so he directed from below, occasionally gesturing with his left hand to indicate the angle.
Chen Jianjun was mixing a new batch of cement, while Liu Aiguo was cutting asphalt linoleum.
Everyone was so engrossed in their work that no one noticed the two women had come out.
Lin Weiwei ran to the water tank in the corner to scoop water for washing, while Su Wanwan took a toothbrush and an enamel mug and squatted down next to the tap on the other side of the yard to start washing.
The water was especially cold in the early morning, and splashing it on your face made you shiver.
Some water splashed up and wet her shirt at the chest.
The floral shirt had become a little thinner after washing, and when it got wet, the color darkened slightly, revealing the outline of the underwear underneath.
She didn't pay much attention, wiped the water stains from her mouth with her hand, stood up, and prepared to go back to the room to get a towel to wipe her face.
I turned around and almost bumped into someone.
It is the northern part of Bai Rong.
He had climbed down from the shelf at some point and was walking towards the faucet, seemingly wanting to wash his face.
The two met face to face, so close that Su Wanwan could smell his unique scent of sweat mixed with the smell of nicotine.
"Bai... Bai Rongbei," Su Wanwan called out.
Bai Rongbei hummed in agreement, his gaze falling on her face before unconsciously drifting to her clothes.
She was wearing the shirt she had dreamed about last night.
The shirt was very tight, which accentuated the woman's figure beautifully.
Bai Rongbei actually tried to take matters into his own hands, tearing her clothes to shreds in just a few moments.
crazy.
Bai Rongbei felt like he had gone mad at that moment.
He quickly shook his head, feeling as if he had been burned by something, and abruptly looked away.
His gaze swept briefly across her neck, which was damp with water droplets, and the front of her shirt, which was slightly wet. It lingered there for less than half a second before quickly turning to the earthen wall beside her, his Adam's apple bobbing noticeably.
Su Wanwan looked down following his gaze, and her heart skipped a beat.
The wet fabric clung tightly to her skin, making the outline and pattern of her light-colored underwear almost clearly visible.
"Ah!" she gasped, her face burning up. She frantically used the enamel mug in her hand to shield her chest, while her other hand tried in vain to wring out the water from her clothes, only making things worse.
Bai Rongbei quickly turned his face away, his voice a little dry: "Go change your clothes."
"I...I'll go right now!" Su Wanwan's ears turned red, and she turned around to run into the house.
"Wait a minute," Bai Rongbei called out to her.
Su Wanwan stood frozen in place, not daring to turn around.
She heard rustling sounds behind her, and then a heavy military coat, still warm from her body, was draped over her shoulders from behind, its wide hem almost completely covering her.