Qu Fanyi's tone was sonorous and resounding.
"..."
After a while, the two had to go into a secluded pub on the roadside and find a secluded location.
The lights in the pub were dim, the candlelight was trembling in the breath, and the volume of the background music was just right. You can't see each other's expressions, which is suitable for talking about shameful topics. Qu Fanyi took a glass of plum wine and took a gulp. Then she boldly confessed everything: "It's not what I imagined, you know? Last night, he didn't want to touch me at all, and was even a little scared. I wondered, this, this shouldn't be a beautiful game between husband and wife? Is it my way of opening it wrong?"
Sheng Yiqing pondered for a moment: "Maybe he is not ready?"
"Does this still need preparation? Shouldn't he get into the mood as soon as he sees me?"
Sheng Yiqing was a little amused: "Only adolescent boys will be like this, right? Chi Wei is 30 years old and still a doctor. He is so busy at work and under so much pressure. He is not acting in an idol drama..."
Qu Fanyi was stunned: "What do you mean?"
"Men's sex hormones are at their peak when they are 17 or 18 years old. After the age of 30, they begin to drop off a cliff. When they are 40, they basically have no interest in women."
"So he, he..." Qu Fanyi was sad: "It's off a cliff? It's off a cliff just after getting married? ! "
Sheng Yiqing twisted an olive into her mouth, then said:
"Television dramas and romance novels are all lie, and pornographic comics and pornographic movies are even more exaggerated. People in life cannot talk to you about these things. They will live their own lives after closing the door and cannot make their family scandals public."
"Sister! Please." Qu Fanyi's sister screamed very sincerely: "Today you are my real sister. Tell me, what are all lies, right?"
"Or..." Sheng Yiqing raised her glass and pointed at her, "Let's talk about your misunderstandings first?"
Qu Fanyi and her faintly met, "Men are always hungry for women's bodies?"
Sheng Yiqing shook her head: "Fake it. If you get it, you won't cherish it so much, especially after getting married, once things become legal, you will be even less interested."
"Seven times a night, basically starting an hour at a time. Women beg for mercy, and men are still working hard."
"It's also fake."
"Which sentence is fake? Seven times or one hour?" She didn't give up.
"It's all fake."
"Hiss--then it's said that this is the happiest thing in the world? Especially women, who will lose consciousness every time and feel like they are floating in the clouds?"
"It's still fake. If you expect this feeling, you might as well drink more wine."
"But some women..."
"Acting." Sheng Yiqing rolled her eyes: "Pornographic films and pornographic novels don't teach people many skills, they only teach women how to act. With a blurry look in the eyes and a few more calls, men will believe it."
The two clinked glasses. The alcohol burned in her throat, but Qu Fanyi refused to give up:
"But, not all women act..."
"If you don't act, the atmosphere will be awkward. And we women are generally afraid of embarrassment..."
"What about you?"
"Sometimes..." Sheng Yiqing coughed.
"So I will...?"
"Well... I suggest that you also act it out."
Qu Fanyi shook her head, "No! I want to be true to myself."
Sheng Yiqing clinked glasses with her, "Then I wish you good luck."
"So..." Qu Fanyi took a deep breath and exhaled forcefully, "Are they all lies? Novels, TV dramas, and even dirty jokes, are they all lies?"
"Yes. But no one told you. This is a bit like a secret agreed upon by society - sex between husband and wife is not beautiful at all, and more often it is disappointing. The husband does not think about making love every day, but more often he wants to go home and drink a beer and play games."
"Why didn't anyone tell me?!"
"Everyone thought this was an exception. When everyone pretends to be happy, you have to pretend with them. The married people seem to have formed a close alliance to jointly create an illusion of happiness, tacitly protect this system, and trick those unmarried people into strengthening their team. The marriage system is the most primitive pyramid scheme organization. "
"Then why did you tell me?"
"Then why did you choose to ask me instead of your mother?" Sheng Yiqing glanced at her: "Because you also saw that I have no belief in marriage, so I will tell you these big truths. Unhappiness in marriage is normal. The normal state of life is unhappiness. You should know that in any story, happiness only accounts for 10%, and the remaining 19% are men and women who are misunderstandings, thinking about things, separation, and fighting monsters... In fact, in real love, happiness only accounts for so much."
Qu Fanyi was silent. I ordered another glass of wine.
"Don't Chi Wei mind you drinking?" Sheng Yiqing suddenly asked.
"It's okay." Qu Fanyi waved her hand and pouted: "He will not be back late to work tonight."
"Why, you should take the initiative?" Sheng Yiqing suddenly suggested.
"Hmm?"
"You think of him as a machine. He works so hard, but when he gets home, he automatically enters the standby mode. His tone is like sitting and waiting for death. Why don't you take the initiative... Hmm? Stimulate him?" She raised her eyebrows with an ambiguous look. The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Qu Fanyi still looked confused. Sheng Yiqing sighed, took out his mobile phone, clicked a few times, and handed it to Qu Fanyi: "Read this Weibo! People will teach you the skills step by step."
"Oh? Let me see." She hurried forward and saw that it was a picture that was coded again and again. You need to turn the phone over to see the words on the picture. After a closer look, it was all about "secret techniques in the bedroom", with pictures and texts describing the female physiological structure and some activity skills.
Qu Fanyi was shocked:
"Which blogger? So explosive."
"My friend, an emotional blogger, ID is Qiu Ning'er." Sheng Yiqing took back the phone, "She has been a blogger for several years. At the beginning, she wrote about these gender topics. Later, when she fell in love, she began to write about emotions..."
"Oh, I know her." Qu Fanyi remembered: "She also wrote about how to please the mother-in-law, how to fight the mistress and how to check the man's mobile phone. I have studied them all."
Sheng Yiqing showed a look of admiration: "You still read these?"
"This is a compulsory course in my university. Since I want to be a full-time wife, I must learn these. Sister, if you want to catch a mistress one day, you can find me! I am a theorist... Hey, bah! Why am I talking about this."
Sheng Yiqing laughed hahahahahahaha.
"But Qiu Ning'er stopped writing about this later. I don't know if she broke up or something. She started to talk about independent women and long live single all day long. I unfollowed her." Qu Fanyi was quite regretful.
"But the early Weibo posts may be a reference for you... They were all about male and female sports." Sheng Yiqing thought for a while and clicked on a few more Weibo posts: "For example, this one recommends a Taobao women's clothing store. It's the kind of women's clothing that is only suitable for wearing at night for boyfriends to see."
Qu Fanyi acted quickly and visited the Taobao women's clothing store that night. Three days later, on Friday, a mysterious gift box was also sent to Sheng Yiqing. Along with Qu Fanyi's WeChat message:
"Sister, remember to open the gift box secretly. I also chose a set for you. Thank you very much!"
Sheng Yiqing looked around and saw no one. She opened a small hole in the gift box. The rose-red lace rubbed out an ambiguous corner, which was hot and burning. She gasped and quickly buckled it.
Chen Zhuan booked the Marriott Hotel this week, which is near Sheng Yiqing's company. She was glad that she could get off work on time today, but she didn't expect that things would come to her door as soon as she swiped the room card - several other agencies were urging her to hold a meeting to discuss important matters. As a last resort, she set up a conference call in the hotel room.
The sunset hung outside the window, and Chen Zhuan hadn't arrived yet. The conference call was silent, and she watched the other two agencies talking in circles. After working for a long time, she found that the most important thing in this industry is to be able to talk, to brag, and to act. Act for the boss, for the customers, and finally for all the investors. She stretched her body, her eyes were so stubborn, and she glanced at a corner of the ambiguous box, and her heart was moved:
"How about trying it on first?"
Qu Fanyi bought her a two-piece suit. Looking at the well-behaved girl, she was unrestrained - the two thin pieces of cloth together couldn't even cover a puppy. The bright rose red color is the best match for cold white skin. The lace is entangled, and three key points are left empty for people to touch.
In the background, a group of people are talking about a business worth hundreds of millions. The contrast between vision and hearing is huge.
Sheng Yiqing stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom for a few seconds, and her face was hot. Just as she was about to change her underwear, someone suddenly called her on the other end of the phone: "This question may require Mr. Sheng from Hesheng to answer. Mr. Sheng, Mr. Sheng, are you there?!"
"Oh my god!" She rushed to the phone in one step, turned off the mute button, quickly glanced at the screen, cleared her throat, and said: "It's like this, this underwriting..."
Fortunately, she had just heard the general idea, and she could say the same thing. Thinking of this, she heard another "tick" sound, and the door of the room was swiped open. Sheng Yiqing turned her head and saw Chen Zhuan walking in with a dusty stride, talking on the phone with one hand and carrying a bag on his back. He spoke very quickly, as if he was arguing with someone anxiously. She raised her eyes——
Wow～
Sheng Yiqing was standing by the table with a sexy voice, supporting the table with one hand, sliding the mouse with the other hand, and speaking confidently...
When their eyes met, Chen Zhuan's eyes dimmed, but the next second, he seemed to be angry with the person on the phone again. He turned around and went into the bathroom, closed the door, and started arguing again.
Sheng Yiqing finally got off the phone and ended the meeting. She heard Chen Zhuan still playing the debate in the bathroom. She had to sit on the sofa and flip through her emails. As luck would have it, she saw that the China Securities Regulatory Commission had another question half an hour ago.
The client's phone call came quickly: "Mr. Sheng, please take a look at the questions first. Can we meet again in half an hour?"
Seeing the bathroom door open, Chen Zhuan seemed to have pulled himself out and was about to come to her in two steps. Sheng Yiqing bit her lip, rushed over, hooked her neck and started kissing him, exchanging messages in the gaps between her breaths: "I only have half an hour here." As she said this, she quickly unbuttoned his clothes, intending to make a quick decision.
Chen Zhuan hummed, just kissing, one hand still holding the phone, his arm around her waist, and the other hand was about to cover the key part, and the phone vibrated. He broke away from the kiss, his voice hoarse and helpless: "I... have to make another call here."
The battle in the hotel room that night was indeed fierce. On one side, the client suddenly urgently requested to modify and re-edit the advertisement before the advertisement was released, and on the other side, the China Securities Regulatory Commission raised more than 20 major issues regarding the company's listing, and the client was eager to pass the buck. One moment, Sheng Yiqing was arguing with the client and several intermediaries, and the next moment, Chen Zhuan was re-coordinating the team, director, advertising department and PR. There were dozens of voices in the big bed room at the same time. And the next moment, the world suddenly became quiet again. Sheng Yiqing sat on the coffee table, looking up questions and materials, while Chen Zhuan sat on the corner of the bed with his legs crossed, looking through the film frame by frame...
The atmosphere in the room was sometimes solemn, sometimes exciting, but not erotic enough.
Although she didn't even have time to change her sexy clothes, Chen Zhuan's cheek was clearly printed with lipstick marks, and even her shirt was ripped open by her buttons.
When the two of them struggled out of the sudden burst of work, the time was already 2 a.m. The two even lost the strength to take a shower, and fell on the bed tiredly, turning off the lights.
"I'm so tired." In the dark, Chen Zhuan's hand slid up along her forearm.
"Yes. I'm so tired." She responded and held his hand.
Then no one spoke or moved again.
As if her brain was drained, Sheng Yiqing stared at the ceiling with her eyes wide open, and a memory came to her mind vaguely:
In the dark tavern, Qu Fanyi gossiped later: "Sister, can I ask this - how often do you and my brother-in-law meet..."
"We don't see each other many times a week anyway." Sheng Yiqing answered tactfully.
"So every time we meet?!"
"Yeah..." She took a sip of wine, "... every time we meet, we definitely have to... After all, the frequency of meeting has been reduced, and we don't live together, so we must still feel fresh about each other. People are like this. When they just started living together, they wanted to stick together every day, and having sex was like a necessary ritual for emotional communication. But as time goes by, one day, this necessary ritual will become accidental."
"What about you?"
"There will be such a day, right? I think there will definitely be a day when we haven't seen each other for a week, but we still can't arouse any passion. The couple will lie on both sides of the bed. They get together just to sleep. Or, they don't even say a word and just fall asleep."
In the world of a couple, sex will eventually fade away like the waves at dusk, but life slowly moves forward, and no one realizes when it leaves. They only know that when they find out, the waves have gone a long way.
"The first night without sex is the turning point of a relationship from passion to fatigue."
...
Thinking of this, Sheng Yiqing gritted her teeth, turned over and covered Chen Zhuan. The lace underwear was against his body. The night was dark, but she could still see her body shining against the sexy underwear. The woman's body was like a white moon.
But he didn't move.
She was discouraged and pinched his nose. Finally, the man woke up in a daze, grabbed her hand and pressed it into his arms, "What? Wife."
Sheng Yiqing blew into his ear: "There is something important that I haven't done."
"Hmm?" The man in the dark hummed.
She quickly kissed his lips. The man's breathing became heavier. One by one, slowly and long.
But he never moved again.
After a long time, when the arm supporting his ear began to ache, Sheng Yiqing finally believed that he was really asleep.
When she was wearing sexy lingerie and trying her best to tease him, she fell asleep.
She pulled the corner of her mouth awkwardly, got out of bed quietly, walked to the bathroom, took off the lingerie and threw it into the dirty clothes basket.
She changed into the pajamas she brought with her, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, and lay back on the bed. Only the sound of breathing could be heard in the room.
"Are you afraid of that day, Sister Yiqing?" Qu Fanyi asked her in the bar that day.
"Of course. So what I can do is to make the passion fade later, later." Sheng Yiqing answered. At that time, she was drunk and dizzy: "But I believe that it will probably take another ten years before we lie together and just chat and do nothing! Hahahahahahaha."
She was still optimistic at the time.
But she didn't know that the tide would recede much faster than she imagined.