It was the same Four Seasons Hotel, the same room.
But this time, the decor was different.
That day was the same as today, he was in front, and she was behind. He brought her into the hotel room.
Just like now, he sat on the sofa, watching TV, while she stood at the hotel entrance, feeling ill at ease.
Even though he had used his hands to settle it before, and he had dated a few girls who weren't really dating, that night was the first time he was in the same room with a woman. Even though he looked calm, only the heavens knew that deep down, he was probably a lot more nervous than she was.
That time, they also arrived at the hotel at eight, but it wasn't until twelve that he told her to go to sleep.
That was the first thing he said to her that day. She didn't dare to look at him, so she lowered her head and nodded, standing at the door without moving.
After that, he went to take a shower. After he was done, he climbed into bed and called her to take a shower. She took much longer than he did, and when she came out of the bathroom, she was dressed neatly. She practically took small steps to the side of the bed. He didn't know if it was because he was impatient, or because he was anxious, but he suddenly sat up and pulled her onto the bed. Her body trembled violently, and her eyelashes trembled. She didn't dare to look at him.
At that time, he didn't do anything, he just hugged her to sleep. Until the next morning, when he opened his eyes, she was sleeping soundly on his shoulder. The sun shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, falling right on her face, accentuating her fair and tender skin. He stared at her for a moment, then couldn't help but kiss her lips.
She woke up with a start, and timidly raised her hand to push him away, but just as she touched his shoulder, she stopped.
He took off her clothes, piece by piece. He remembered that day, his movements were stiff, and it was his first time. He struggled for a long time, but to no avail. In the end, he was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat. He felt like he had lost a lot of face. Just like that, he dawdled on the bed for almost four hours, and she finally became his woman.
Xu Jiamu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, pushing aside the memories in his mind. Without looking at her, he asked in a lukewarm voice, "Have you had dinner?"
After a long while, Song Xiangsi replied, "Yeah, I ate."
Xu Jiamu didn't say another word, but his gaze became a little blank as he stared at the television.
Did she have dinner with her husband? He hadn't even had lunch today …
The room was silent for a while, before he abruptly turned off the television. He stood up and glanced at Song Xiangsi, who was still standing at the entrance. Without a word, he walked into the bedroom.
Soon, Song Xiangsi heard the faint sound of running water.
Xu Jiamu quickly finished showering. He wrapped himself in a bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom. He glanced at Song Xiangsi, then pointed to the bedroom behind him. Even though he didn't say a word, Song Xiangsi understood what he meant. She forcefully pursed her lips, then brushed past him and walked into the bathroom.
Xu Jiamu waited until the sound of running water came from the bathroom, then strode over to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room. He lit a cigarette, and when he finished smoking, the sound of running water stopped. Xu Jiamu put out the cigarette, stared at the waning lights outside for a while, then returned to the bedroom.
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