Chapter 7.12

One time, Zhang Haiqi took a bath with Little Brother Zhang. He couldn’t remember what year it was, but he did remember that he was already 1.7 meters tall by that point, which was taller than Zhang Haiqi.

Zhang Haiqi walked in naked as if no one else was around, the curve of her waist like that of a crescent moon. She shook her head and let her long hair flow down her back.

Her hair was draped over her snow-white shoulders, her petite body was very well-proportioned, and she was a young girl as pretty as an elf, but her gaze was extremely mature and enchanting.

Zhang Haiqi’s body had been specially trained so that her well-developed muscles were hidden under her soft skin. Her bones were also small, so she looked petite despite her plump figure.

When she was walking, the parts on her body that should shake would shake, and her movements wouldn’t give off the impression that they were rigid.

That day, Little Brother Zhang felt that Zhang Haiqi’s body was a little dazzling. He hadn’t thought her body was special that morning, the day before, or even a week before that, but at this moment, he suddenly felt different. He began to breathe rapidly.

Is this what women look like?

For the first time in Little Brother’s Zhang’s life, the word “woman” had a special meaning in his mind.

Ever since he hit puberty, Zhang Haiqi’s actions brought him closer to having some sort of nervous breakdown.

The summers in Xiamen were very hot, so she would wear a dudou (1) which left her arms exposed, or cook naked with only an apron on. Zhang Haiqi had an extremely attractive body like an elf, but she had the same living habits as men. It was like the rainbow in Little Brother Zhang’s mind was being covered by a mudslide.

For a long time, Little Brother Zhang would react the same as other men whenever he saw a petite woman.

He also remembered that there was one time when Zhang Haiqi was so devastated that she started crying. It was when she thought Little Brother Zhang had died.

Little Brother Zhang dragged his wounded body out of the mountain he was training in and walked for three days before he returned to Zhang Haiqi’s side.

That was the first time he ever saw Zhang Haiqi cry. Although she recovered and didn’t show her emotions the next day, it was her tears that day that supported Little Brother Zhang until now.

Before that, no one had ever cried for him.

That night, Zhang Haiqi held the injured Little Brother Zhang tightly without letting go. She slept soundly, but Little Brother Zhang leaned against her plump chest with his eyes wide open until dawn.

The sea breeze in Xiamen at night blew in through the window and ruffled the straw curtains. He remembered every detail, from the insects chirping, to the sounds of the waves, to what the moonlight looked like. He also remembered Zhang Haiqi’s long eyelashes, the curve of her neck, and the fullness of her arms.

The most terrifying thing was that they had both felt hot as they slept together that night. The tears and redness on Zhang Haiqi’s face made him feel that even her exhaled breath smelled fragrant.

All these incidents from their past rushed into Little Brother Zhang’s mind as soon as he realized he was holding Zhang Haiqi.

Zhang Haiqi didn’t forcibly take his hands away, but said softly, “Behave. I’ll find you a wife after we get back. You can be intimate with her however you want.”

Little Brother Zhang finally released his hold and looked around.

The gongs and drums from the other procession were noisy, and no one seemed to have heard their conversation and movements just now.

He stretched his hand out and Zhang Haiqi wrote something on his palm, “Follow us from a distance. Watch everything silently and see what happens. Don’t make any trouble.”

Little Brother Zhang stealthy got off the horse and returned to where Wulang Huazha’s horse was. As soon as he climbed up, Wulang Huazha asked him, “What’s the situation?”

“The bride is my mother. What kind of situation do you think it is? If it’s going to rain, it’s going to rain. If my mother wants to get married, my mother is going to get married. Let her be.”

Little Brother Zhang put his arms around Wulang Huazha’s waist and absentmindedly groped him a few times. He gave a long sigh, “Ah, why am I so obedient? I should’ve touched her more.”

Wulang Huazha’s face and ears turned red, “Sir, I’m a serious hunter.”

Little Brother Zhang looked into the darkness and said, “Let’s go. We need to find that Taoist priest.”

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TN Notes:

(1) A dudou is a traditional Chinese form of the bodice, originally worn as an undershirt with medicinal properties. With the opening of China, it is sometimes encountered in Western and modern Chinese fashion as a sleeveless shirt and backless halter-top blouse. Wiki link here

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Merebear’s note: I am SERIOUSLY worried for leader’s chastity if this goes on lol. Little Brother Zhang is such a perv