Chapter 251: Chapter 152: The Seventh-Level Pagoda_2

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As modern people who mistreated their bodies every day, no one dared to say they were absolutely healthy, with staying up late, smoking, women, junk food…

Various hidden dangers were countless.

Especially recently, after his life had undergone significant changes, even though Zhou Wang exercised every day with some restraint, there were quite a few times he indulged himself, occasionally feeling a bit weak…

But at this moment, Zhou Wang genuinely felt great, as if his once slightly nearsighted eyes had miraculously recovered to a perfect 20/20 vision.

Amazing!

If doing good deeds could have this kind of reward, Zhou Wang would say, keep them coming…

No need to think about getting glasses anymore, nice!

Feeling upbeat, Zhou Wang looked around, his gaze suddenly freezing.

This vision was probably better than 20/20…

He could even see the tiny epithelial particles on Jiang Qingkui’s rosy tongue as she opened her mouth clearly…

Wait, why was she opening her mouth?

Zhou Wang’s gaze moved up, then followed Jiang Qingkui’s stare back down, witnessing a very awkward scene.

Revitalized bodily functions naturally had side effects, reminiscent of those vigorous mornings…

“Haven’t seen it before?”

Perhaps because his mind was overly invigorated, Zhou Wang asked without thinking.

And Jiang Qingkui, not knowing what she was thinking, shook her head dazedly, subconsciously answered, “Not in reality… weirdo!”

Halfway through, she realized what she was saying, turned away with a shy and angry mutter, ignoring Zhou Wang, though her heaving chest revealed her unsettled heart.

Zhou Wang coughed sheepishly without defending himself, ignoring Miao Ying’s words. As they were alone in the back seat of the car, his inexplicable behavior rightly earned him Jiang Qingkui’s chagrin…

But after waiting for a moment, Zhou Wang quietly checked Jiang Qingkui’s loyalty on his [resume], and seeing no change in the values, he was relieved.

“Seems like she wasn’t really angry…”

Zhou Wang muttered to himself.

…

Upon arriving home, Zhou Wang received a call from Zhao Shusheng. He had personally gone to the hospital, and Sister Xiao Yu was indeed out of danger; however, there seemed to be other health issues, and she had been transferred to the county hospital for further examination.

According to Zhao Shusheng, there would be a women’s association cadre accompanying her throughout, and Sister Xiao Yu’s other friends and relatives had been contacted. After thanking Zhao Shusheng, this little episode came to an end.

For the rest of the day, Zhou Wang accompanied his parents and grandmother to the health center, securing a health insurance plan with Bupa. By evening, he reviewed a home company’s design plans with his parents, making a few modifications before confirming the construction schedule.

The timing was just right, so when Zhou Wang’s parents returned from their European tour, they could enjoy the convenience of a “new home.”

As for organizing a circle of friends and relatives, Zhou Wang naturally left it all up to Zhao Guihua. Once a list was confirmed, she’d directly contact Jiang Qingkui.

“Brother Dog, come out for a drink!”

After dinner, Zhou Wang received a message from his high school friend, Old Ji.

Old Ji was one of the friends Zhou often hung out with during high school. Although their relationship wasn’t as strong as with Yang Hao and Liu Zixi, they got along well, also being part of a six-person group chat.

Had it been a usual return home, Zhou Wang wouldn’t mind sitting down with Old Ji, but tonight was different. With a change in mindset, Zhou Wang only wanted to spend time at home with his parents.

Anyway, Old Ji mentioned he’d attend the homecoming event tomorrow, so there was no rush.

Yet, even after Zhou Wang declined, that rascal sent a few photos of “having girls over,” deliberately tempting Zhou Wang.

The quality of the girls in the photos was unexpectedly good, and Zhou Wang recognized one of them as one of the so-called “school flowers” whom the boys frequently secretly talked about back in their high school days.

Perhaps due to still having a lot of energy, Zhou Wang, unusually, couldn’t sleep that night. He opened an app he hadn’t logged into for a long time and browsed for a bit before unexpectedly coming across Hua Suisui’s live stream.

She was dressed in pajamas, although she covered herself tightly. In Zhou Wang’s “young and vigorous” eyes, he found her body lines very alluring… wanting to unwrap them.

After watching for a while, with various wicked images popping into his mind, Zhou Wang realized this was not the solution. He casually tipped Hua Suisui a “Carnival” and quickly exited the stream.

Then he watched a half-hour horror film review, and it wasn’t until nearly three that the gradually calming Zhou Wang fell into a drowsy sleep.

…

Under the tranquil lights of the small town, in another community just across the street, in a room on the third floor of a certain townhouse,

Jiang Qingkui couldn’t sleep either.

When she first returned to China, her schedule was indeed disrupted for a while, but she’d recently adjusted back, and such sleepless nights were rare.

Yet tonight, for some unknown reason, Jiang Qingkui found herself restless, troubled by random, chaotic images whenever she closed her eyes.

After struggling for a while, Jiang Qingkui sighed, turned on the bedside lamp, and sat up from her simple-white-patterned large bed.

With the blanket slipping off, a vast expanse of white slenderness was exposed without any cover.

Yes, she had the habit of sleeping in the nude.

Just like her deep-seated desire, she yearned for an unrestrained state.

Staring blankly for a while, feeling utterly sleepless, Jiang Qingkui knew she couldn’t continue like this and needed to employ some methods.

Her room was on the third floor, her parents on the second, creating a suitable environment. After all, her first ritual of pushing open the door to a new world was completed here…

Thinking about it, a hint of redness appeared on Jiang Qingkui’s elegant face, adding a touch of allure to her usually aloof demeanor.

Finding her phone and Bluetooth earbuds, Jiang Qingkui opened a proxy app with familiarity before logging into her certain social account, locating several bloggers she had followed, and started browsing their new works.

She was pickier than guys when searching for new movies. Fortunately, the bloggers she selected over years were carefully chosen. Before long, Jiang Qingkui found a work that satisfied her.

Falling back onto the soft bed with the quilt thrown open, Jiang Qingkui immersed herself in her audio-visual world.

After an unknown period, Jiang Qingkui slightly furrowed her brows, retrieved a tissue to wipe her fingers, then removed her earbuds, showing a slightly confused and bewildered expression.

Feeling so weak today…

What’s going on?

The actors were quite attractive, aligning with her preferences, and the cinematography was beautifully executed, with sincere close-ups, but… it lacked something.

Going at this rate, she wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight.

Staring blankly at the ceiling, a strange image from the backseat of the Mercedes G-Class suddenly popped into Jiang Qingkui’s mind…

What am I doing?

Startled by her own sudden thought, Jiang Qingkui shook her head vigorously.

Yet, that strange image persisted, and a faint voice seemed to emerge in her heart, persistently telling her…

If you’ve never tried, how do you know it won’t work?

After some hesitation, Jiang Qingkui slowly closed her eyes.

No need to watch movies anymore; merely relying on imagination, Jiang Qingkui, with slight timidity, ventured into another new world.

Her long, dense lashes blinked.

Initially cautious in that fantasy world, Jiang Qingkui was soon overwhelmed by intense feelings, giving up on further self-deception, completely immersing herself.

She bit her lip, transitioning from resistance to utter rapture…

“Zhou Wang, you’re a freak!”

With a blend of resentment, a touch of hoarseness, and an ineffable tenderness, Jiang Qingkui’s voice of vent-like cursing softly drifted through the room.