"Splash…" The equally stunned Michael lost his balance and fell from the edge of the pool, landing in the water and blowing out a stream of small bubbles, finally waking Jack from his stupor.
"Lin Ye!" After finishing her shower, Thomas Hong walked up to Jack with a refreshing scent, looking at him shyly and saying, "I hope you don't mind me calling you that?"
"Don't follow Cao Mei and make a fuss; just call me Jack!" Jack said with a smile, sitting in the water to cover his lower body embarrassment.
Thomas tilted his head and thought for a moment, then pouted his sexy little lips and shook his head, saying, "No, just call me 'Grandpa.' That way, it can stir up your protective instincts!"
"Oh? Is there such a saying?" Jack smiled helplessly.
"Can you tell me the story behind all your scars?" Thomas said as he sat down next to Jack, giving a friendly smile to A-Xue beside him, and took the towel from A-Xue's hand to help Jack wipe his body.
"My scars?" Jack was taken aback, looking down at the numerous scars on his body, which varied in size and length. Some were knife wounds that had healed naturally, some were clearly gunshot wounds, and others were stitched up like worms. Altogether, there were at least twenty or thirty scars, making Jack's robust body look like a rag doll that had been cut apart and sewn back together.
"Hmm!" Thomas nodded with a blush, carefully helping Jack wipe every corner of his body. With a mature and alluring face, Thomas looked at the scars on Jack's body with a mesmerized expression and softly said, "Do you know why the sisters were all stunned just now? Did you think it was because we were shy? It was actually your scars that shocked them. I really can't imagine what kind of story someone with so many scars has gone through!"
"Actually, it's nothing much. Most of the injuries I have are from battles. The most serious one is the wound on my stomach, which was caused by an American from Alaska shooting me with an SVD. Fortunately, I'm tough; it was a penetrating wound. I went around the gates of hell and came back!" Jack chuckled, his expression seemingly indifferent.
"Did Grandpa Lin serve in the military?" Once the woman let go of her reserve, it seemed she really didn't care about anything anymore. After helping Jack dry his back, Thomas Hong naturally pulled Jack over, letting him lean against her unreserved embrace, using her soft, full chest to cradle Jack's neck, while talking to him and pressing on his temples.
"Almost!" Jack felt two soft things behind him, like cotton, pressing against Thomas. Fortunately, Thomas Hong occasionally talked to him, distracting his attention; otherwise, he would really feel like he couldn't hold back and would resolve things with Thomas Hong right there in front of everyone. After all, the last time he released himself was more than half a month ago, when he had to coax and deceive that supermodel with beautiful legs, spending an entire box of instant noodles for her to serve him wholeheartedly.
Every move of Thomas Hong was closely observed by Cao Mei. She had just gone to take a shower, and to her surprise, that seemingly serious young woman, Thomas Hong, went to flirt with Jack, even taking the initiative to pull Jack into her embrace. Her malicious intentions were simply obvious.
As the instigator of all this, Cao Mei naturally has her own grievances. She originally just wanted to use her words to strike at these new women to establish her important position as the number one beside Jack. But who would have thought that these women were not easy to deal with? Not only did they strip off their clothes quickly, but that Thomas Hong also knew how to take advantage of the situation.
However, she is not as heartless as A Xue. Cao Mei bit her lip in anger, quickly rinsed off the soap from her body, and deliberately shook her perfect figure and ample bosom in front of Jack. Seeing that Jack had no reaction and was busy whispering and laughing with Thomas Hong, Cao Mei felt a strong sense of jealousy. She couldn't just chase Thomas Hong away to take her place, but then she noticed Jack's long pants thrown outside and had a sudden idea, flipping into the pool.
"Lin Ye, have a smoke!" Cao Mei stepped into the pool holding a cigarette she found in the long pants, lit it on her lips with a flirtatious demeanor, and deliberately dipped it in her saliva before putting it in Jack's mouth.
"Oh…"
Thomas Hong, who was massaging Jack, suddenly retracted his hand, revealing a clear red mark on his fair right hand, which was about to swell up.
"Oh, I'm really sorry! I was so focused on giving Lin Ye a smoke that I didn't notice the lighter in my hand!" Cao Mei felt immensely pleased seeing the red mark on Thomas Hong's hand, of course, that mark was intentionally burned with the heated lighter.
"Are you okay?" Jack straightened up and turned to look at Thomas Hong's forearm, saying, "Quickly go to the water tank and get some clean water to cool it down; the water in the pool isn't clean!"
"Yes, hurry up! If it leaves a scar, that would be a sin. I can take care of Lin Ye here!" Cao Mei provocatively glared at Thomas Hong and leaned in to continue massaging Jack, but Jack waved his hand and said, "You've washed enough; if you soak any longer, your skin will wrinkle!"
Cao Mei felt a wave of disappointment as she watched Jack get out of the pool. She had wanted to follow him to help him get dressed, but then she saw a girl by the pool suddenly unfasten her already worn bra and coyly approach Jack, saying she couldn't do it and asking Jack for help.
"Hmph, these flirtatious girls, there really are quite a few!" Cao Mei slapped the water surface in frustration, her teeth itching with anger. Sigh, but who could blame Mother Dexter for having so much flesh yet so little?"
...
In the evening, a moon several times larger than usual slowly climbed into the sky. No one knew when it started, but this moon began to look quite unusual, just like this hollow and desolate world.
On the rooftop of the supermarket, Jack, wearing a pair of colorful beach shorts, leaned back on a Thomas plastic lounge chair. In his left hand, he held a cigarette gifted by Hu Laoda, while his right hand shook a can of Tsingtao beer. He watched a group of beautiful women flitting back and forth in front of him. Jack let out a long sigh, realizing that he had unexpectedly started to indulge himself. However, deep down, he wished for this indulgence to last forever.
With a face full of frustration, Boss Hu was sweating profusely as he flipped a large frying pan up and down. He realized that he was becoming increasingly unfortunate. During lunch, he had only wanted to show off a little, but who would have thought that he would inexplicably return to his old profession as a chef? The history was astonishingly similar; he was toiling away on the side while a rich second-generation heir was enjoying himself with a group of beautiful women. Now, that Jack was just like that rich heir from back then, only the setting had changed from a private estate to the rooftop of a supermarket.
"Hey, girl, hey, don't wipe, don't move, you really can't wipe there... Do you have any sense of public decency? Can you just touch a man's private parts like that?" Michael shouted loudly, standing wet by the edge of the bath. Ashue was holding a large white towel, drying him off, and at that moment, her small hand was wiping the crucial area under Michael's waist. Michael suddenly got anxious, but the new girls around had already gotten used to it and no longer surrounded Michael asking why he could talk.
"Hehe~ Where are you a man? You can at most be considered a male dog! Come on, be a good dog and stay still, and I'll help you clean up!" A-Xue giggled as she wiped under Michael's crotch, but after just a few strokes, she suddenly saw Michael shiver violently, his dog face instantly losing all color as he looked at the towel in A-Xue's hand, lamenting, "...It's over, it's over, my first time, and I gave it to a towel!"
"Oh, Michael, you are so disgusting! How could you get that all over my hand?" Ashue exclaimed, looking at the sticky mess on her hand and raising it to question Michael with a frown.
"Do you think I want to?" Michael shouted in anger, and in a speed that was hard to catch with the naked eye, he dashed downstairs like lightning. Soon, a commotion erupted in the square outside, with chickens flying and dogs barking. Jack lifted his eyelids; it was obvious that the furious Michael, having no place to vent his anger, had gone to torment those poor living corpses.