She swallowed, carefully moved her butt off the sofa, and held the wine bottle with both hands, pouring wine into his glass.
As she moved, their knees touched. The man's temperature seeped through the fabric. His bones were hard and warm. Qi Sui couldn't think of an adjective. It felt like the hot water bottle her mother made for her, which would keep her awake when hugged in bed.
She didn't react much.
But Lin Shanghuai suddenly jumped, quickly shifting his knee away from her soft womanly leg.
He felt the sensation was too familiar, familiar to the point of weirdness. That fleshy, tender leg rubbing against his knee almost made him kick the country woman away reflexively.
He was impotent. He had never touched a woman.
Lin Shanghuai suffered from azoospermia.
This disease wasn't completely without any sperm, but the quality was too poor. Since sexual development, he had visited hundreds of hospitals across the country, big and small. All the doctors shook their heads and said there was no cure.
Azoospermia didn't mean he couldn't get a woman pregnant, but even if she conceived, the chance of miscarriage was high, and even if the baby was born, the probability of deformities or congenital diseases was terrifyingly high.
Forcing Lin Shanghuai to have children would be disregarding human life.
Qi Sui, dull-witted, saw his reaction and was surprised that he seemed a thousand times more nervous than she was. Even when her arm accidentally brushed his sleeve, he would snatch his clothes back like a frightened animal.
She didn't know what was on Lin Shanghuai's mind, but at this moment, she felt that this Young Master Lin wasn't as bad as she thought. At least he hadn't kicked her out immediately. That made him a very good person.
Thinking this, her words became more sincere, and her courage grew. She picked up the glass, brought it in front of Lin Shanghuai, and like when she said auspicious words during the New Year at home, she curved her round eyes and awkwardly said, "Young Master Lin, drink. This is my toast to you."
What the hell?
Lin Shanghuai thought to himself: everything on the table was his, even the wine was his own purchase. This country woman was using his things to honor him with borrowed plumes. She had some nerve.
But looking at this country woman's small face under the lamplight, remembering the feeling of her fleshy leg touching him, a strange desire arose in Lin Shanghuai's heart.
He was like an animal kept in a cage since childhood, seeing a glimmer of light outside and feeling thirsty.
The more one is suppressed, the more one wants to fight for something.
The little soft flesh on the country woman's legs and face was like poison, making Lin Shanghuai tilt his head back, swallowing again and again.
Strange.
He didn't like this tasteless country woman.
He just felt—
What difference was there between one flesh and another?
His throat dry, he reached out, his moist, pinkish-white fingertips about to take the glass, but when he saw her small hands holding it, he suddenly pulled back and cursed, "Put it on the table for me. Who asked you to be solicitous?"
Then, after a pause, he cursed again, "You hick!"
He didn't want to touch this country woman's hand, nor did he want to look at her anymore.
He just gulped down the bitter wine forcefully, as if trying to swallow some unknown desire into his stomach.
What the hell, what was he thinking?
Lin Shanghuai thought so.
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Author's Note: Is he flirting or what? Xiao Lin only has azoospermia, but he's still capable, rest assured. About what the author experienced yesterday: Yesterday afternoon, when I was cooking instant noodles, water splashed onto the socket, and I heard a "fizz" sound. Although I didn't see sparks, later when I used electrical appliances, I found that all the sockets from the kitchen to the study were dead. I suspect there was a short circuit. Anyway, it's fixed now. Dear readers, please pay attention to electrical safety.