Chapter 7 practice love and desire

Min breaks free from his shyness and is a different person.As soon as she opened her lips, she bit his tongue. It was a little painful and cruel. Her tongue searched for the tip of his tongue and between each tooth, as if she was saying something she hadn't been able to say before, and she seemed to be asking him. , Do you know me like this? She was on top of him, her breasts showing all their fullness from the erect waist.Her face was thrown back slightly, and her hand moved over him, grabbing him suddenly, and he was breathing heavily. Her face became more and more rosy, and she looked younger and younger. A Min before her orgasm came, she looked like a girl who just learned the tricks of adults.

Her body rises and falls, and every time she rises and falls, she enters a little deeper.He could clearly see her engulfing him softly, locking him up completely. At this time, he heard her moaning, her moaning sound was very strange, rhythmic, like a song.He is very happy.He couldn't help but yelled out, and it ended smoothly and neatly.  Came thousands of miles to this magical China, could it be just to meet this Chinese woman? For such a wonderful one-day relationship, such sexual satisfaction, everything is worth it. Julian was exhausted.The exhilaration after three orgasms turned into unbearable sleepiness.He closed his eyes, as if immersed in a warmth.Min sleeps next to him, on his side.Wrap one leg around his waist, put your arms around him, almost hanging around his neck, and gently rub your face against his lips.Julian thus fell asleep, soundly asleep.

Dimly, he felt being hugged by his mother.Mother had just lifted him out of the tub, dried him off, carried him to bed, kissed him, and put him to sleep.The boy deserved a good night's sleep after a day of running in the field. However, he suddenly felt his lower body become hard, a boy shouldn't be hard, he panicked.And what made him even more ashamed was that the lower part seemed to enter a soft and warm place. That's mother? Startled, he woke up.Found that Min was beside him, arms and legs were still wrapped around him, but he entered her belly.The sleeping position in which she held him was actually close to him, allowing him to enter her naturally, allowing him to sleep with her at the same time, her lips whispering, as if softly humming a lullaby.

Seeing Julian wake up, Min buried her head in his chest in embarrassment.However, it didn't let him get out.The light reflected in the room from the window was dark red, and it was getting dark.This crazy day will continue to be crazy? Min said, "It's great that you can do this while you're asleep." The setting sun coming through the window was projected on her face, hair, and skin, and she was soaring and radiant.Why didn't she rest after orgasm?Unlike Julian, Min was never tired, and he didn't even show signs of wanting to rest. On the contrary, he became more and more energetic, and his desire became stronger and stronger.

Julian braced himself.Facing his surprised expression, she shyly withdrew a little bit.He shrank, and after a while, he was strong again. What he should be worried about is actually himself - he has never done this with a woman so passionately, even, he seems clumsy as if he has never had sex before.Min, such a serious female intellectual, such a shy Chinese classical poetess, how could she be such a woman who can never be satisfied? "Too tired," he thought, "I'm afraid I'm going to die in this woman's lust." The thought suddenly surprised him.Regardless of whether it should be or not, such a way of death is too happy. There are few men in the world who have such a blessing.

I will die happily, not on the battlefield, or in the torture chamber, swallowing potassium cyanide. Julian asked himself sarcastically: sex, or revolution? He doesn't hesitate to give sex priority in front of Min's beautiful nudes. Fortunately, I'm young, it's good to be young, with this Min, it doesn't even matter if I don't have a date, as long as I'm sucked like this, he will stay in her body. How absurd he felt, he was in the arms of a naked woman, and in such a peaceful city, in a darkening night, there was nothing to worry about.Therefore, he slowly sank into a half-dream and half-awake again.Whether waking or dreaming, I was having sex with a beautiful and mysterious woman.It feels so good to be proud of this novel experience. 

When he finally woke up, it was already dark.He just grabbed a pile of warm sheets and covered him.He suddenly panicked, in the darkness, he didn't know where he was, where was Min? He rubbed his eyes and woke up fully, only to find a little light under the door of the dressing room next door.He walked over and pushed open the door. Min was neatly dressed in a crimson purple silk cheongsam, and was combing his hair in front of the mirror. Seeing him standing naked in front of him, he blinked and smiled happily when he was blinked by the light. He came forward.He hugged her, bowed his head, and kissed her, "Why are you here?"

Min said, "Are you afraid that I would run away in fright?" Julian didn't answer her, but said, "Eat supper well, the day is over." He rushed to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and dressed quickly, a little afraid that he might not be able to resist going to bed again. Go, if he couldn't move fast enough.  Diagonally opposite the hotel is an E restaurant.After they sat down, the side dishes were served.Two waiters were carrying a glass water tank, and five or six fish were swimming among the water plants.Min ordered the largest fish from the East Bay area, and the two waiters bowed and retreated.Beijing can also eat Shanghai fish, and let the guests choose the live fish before sending them to the kitchen.They drank refreshing rice wine with a few red goji berries in it, not too sweet, but mellow and smooth.

Julian held the wine cup, his face was full of doubts, and he didn't know how to speak. Min looked at him and said, "I know, you're surprised." She spoke English smoothly, as if she had prepared the words. "It's true that I'm another Chinese woman, a woman you don't know. But I'm not a sex maniac as you Westerners say." She said that her father was a bibliophile and had collected a lot of rare and rare Chinese ancient books, while her mother’s dowry included a variety of Taoist secrets that are rare in the world, one of which was a manuscript copy of the ancient housework "Jade House Classic". The book has been mentioned in many bibliographic works in modern times, but no one has seen it.He is obsessed with books, so he cherishes his mother very much.What surprised him even more was that his mother had an understanding of Taoist health preservation techniques and took a rest.

The two of them practiced according to the method shown in the book according to the sexual intercourse self-cultivation technique deduced from Taoist metaphysics all day and all night. Father was very proud of it.The ancient Chinese said that buying a book is like buying a concubine, and you can't get enough of beauty.But this time my father married a concubine and brought a book, which was a double joy.A beautiful woman is like a good book that you can never tire of reading, and what's more, this woman brought such a good book. But my mother said that the person who really understands the art of the room is her grandmother who adopted her, and she doesn't need to read it, because she can recite all of the "Jade Room Classic".She made her mother memorize it before she got married, and taught her the real essentials of intercourse.These scriptures also require a unique root of wisdom: you can't get the essentials if you can read them.

My mother is an extremely intelligent woman, and she has her own unique research on "Jade House Classic". Min once asked his father to read this book, but his father lost his temper and said that his mother should not use this technique to pass on to his daughter.This book is now his exclusive product, and it will never be engraved, never handed down, and never let people know. My father also said that in 1927, Ye Dehui from the south of the Gulf sent a letter, saying that he would also come to Beijing if he wanted to see this book.When my father received this semi-threatening letter, this Ye Dehui had already been arrested and killed by the Communist Party engaged in the peasant movement in Hunan, in order to shock the "local tyrants and evil gentry" throughout the country. Ye Dehui would not pester him again, his father was relieved, but very regretful.It is said that this man is a madman, and he does not know what era it was in the 20th century. He printed obscene books, and the Communist Party said that he was the biggest "evil gentry" in the south of the Gulf.In fact, his collection is far inferior to that of his father. My father sometimes insisted on the "Yufangjing" brought by my mother, which was recorded in the Weishu four thousand years ago, and it was said that Confucius wrote it himself; But his father is also a "reformist". He is proud that his daughter has become a "new school" poet, and the art of the house is his private practice.He loves his daughter and doesn't want her to fail to keep up with the "progress of the times."The father was not happy that the mother told the contents of this book to others, let alone his own daughter.For this matter, he and his mother almost turned against each other.After three years of Min's marriage, his mother died suddenly. Min suspected a conspiracy in the extended family, but his father refused to let the police investigate. In Min's education, the mother and father hold the same view, and they want to train their daughters into modern intellectual women.Because his mother was favored by his father, and Min was also favored by his father, he received special education from an early age and was sent to an expensive boarding school for girls run by the British in Tianjin.But since she was a child, whenever she had the opportunity to be with her mother, her mother taught her the basic cultivation of Taoism, such as meditation and exhalation.Therefore, when it came time to teach her the technique in the room, she quickly understood its purpose.  When Julian listened to Min's big talk, he almost didn't understand anything, but when she talked about new Chinese literature and culture before, he understood everything, and he was able to make his own judgment.When Min was training with his mother, the bodies of the two women appeared in his mind.He couldn't help thinking of Aunt Virginia and her girlfriend, Vita Sackville-West, whose love affair might have been too refined.But he had seen nude photos of his mother and Molly McCarthy together when he was five years old when his mother was young—in the early 2000s, only prostitutes took nude photos.How did the two of them get so carried away that they took pictures like this together, standing one behind the other, the mother's body is so beautiful. "Are you gay with your mother?" Julian asked bluntly. The chandelier is resplendent and resplendent, and the light is soft.Min didn't answer his words, raised the wine cup, and had a drink with Qiu Lian.When her face flushed, her eyes turned so dark that they glowed blue.She looked at the fish on the table: "Fish can be fried or grilled, but only steaming is the best. There are garlic and ginger, which are used during steaming and then removed. The soft-shelled turtle is served with eight-treasure rice. Eating it like this can remove the glue juice, add umami and relieve greasy taste." .” After the waiter poured wine and left, Min Cai changed the subject and said that since she was fifteen or sixteen years old, matchmakers had broken the threshold.Her parents thought she was a new-style woman who made her own decisions about her marriage.When she met Zheng, Zheng was a professor at Nankai University, and she was already a well-known poet.After three years of consideration, at the age of twenty-seven, she decided to accept Zheng's proposal. Zheng is a Westernized intellectual of the European and American schools, who believes in progress very much, and does not want to listen to Taoist "superstitions".When she was having sex secretly, she tried it on Zheng. Zheng seemed to be poisoned and lay down for a month. The test failed completely.Since then, the intercourse has not only been less, but it seems to be going through the motions.She can only use the techniques in the room to cultivate herself and get sexual satisfaction.But according to the standards of the new culture, her marriage was a success—the combination of a literature professor and a writer is a good story.If she talked to anyone about her misfortune, they would think she was crazy. With Julian, it was the first time that she really had the opportunity to practice the art in the room.Sure enough, sex made her energetic and tireless, and she was pleasantly surprised.Apparently, intercourse surgery does work. "I don't look at all like a progressive modern intellectual when I say that," she adds, a little ashamed. Julian held one of her hands: "Are you a dual personality?" That’s right, Min admits that she is actually two people: in society, she is a cultural person cultivated by Western-style education and a new-style poet; what is hidden in her heart is the Chinese Taoist tradition passed down by her parents and grandparents, including the art of housework. practice.She had never had the opportunity to develop this personality of hers, and she did not expect to be given the opportunity to try it out on a European. "That is to say, you get vitality from sex." Julian recalled, flashing through today's scenes quickly.  "You are amazing, you can see it through a little bit." "Could it be a sexual vampire? Count Dracula on the bed?" "Oh, you think I sucked your vitality?" Min said, "I know you Westerners have a hard time understanding this set of things. The art of intercourse is the mutual nourishment and complementarity of both men and women, and the yin and yang are combined. A man only needs to learn it. This way of coping will be more beneficial, rather than sacrificing the other party—you can see my father.” Indeed, Min's father, who was seventy years old, looked like he was in his fifties, with high laughter and strong steps. Julian wanted to say, I don't have this kind of ability, isn't it just the dregs of you who have sucked out all the yang energy?But as a man, it's embarrassing to say that.Isn't it always said that men use women as sex tools?He does not admit that this argument is reasonable.So, how can he complain about being a woman's tool?joke! Then again, what Min said is nothing more than Chinese superstition. There is no such thing, which is completely contrary to science.It's exciting, though, and very exotic.Today it is due to his chronic ascetic stage fright, and he will not be so incompetent in the future.Will he lose on this bed of Chinese blue socks? Julian's face flushed and turned pale. Min looked at him and said that his mother had said that a man's organs are tubes for absorbing yin, but they are small and difficult to flow. Unlike women, the whole internal organs can absorb yang.Therefore, it is difficult for a man to enter the room.If in-depth, both men and women benefit extraordinary. "However, you have not vented this evening. The secretary said: if you don't vent, you will have strong energy. Don't you have strong energy now? If you don't vent again, your eyes and ears will be smart; if you don't vent three times, all diseases will disappear; Can't move-" They both burst out laughing. Julian said, "Go on, go on." "I won't talk about it in the middle, until it doesn't vent at twelve, then it will be connected with the gods." "My God, it's worth trying!" But after hearing what Min said, Julian became even more confused.This evening, he was so sleepy that he let her play with him after he fell asleep.Sober, he couldn't have done it.So he asked back: "Why do men have sex if they don't ejaculate all the time?" "'If you want a woman to be happy, a man will not decline', this is what is said in ancient books." "So sex is about making women happy?" Julian said.It was the first time he heard such a gender-centered sexual theory, and felt that the male-centrism in Chinese society, when it comes to sexual intercourse, requires yang to cooperate with yin. After drinking a glass of wine, he took advantage of the alcoholic nature and asked directly: "So, how many times have you had an orgasm today?" "How many times? It doesn't matter how many times a girl who knows magic spells. Today—" She stopped suddenly, and then said very shyly, "Today, I have been on orgasm almost all the time, floating on it for seven or eight hours." She breathed a sigh of relief, "floating in the air like a cloud blown by the wind. This is the first time in my life. However, in the room Enough talk, Julian, and we'll just let each other be happy." She put down her chopsticks and looked at him affectionately. Julian couldn't help thinking that this surgery in the room was a wonderful thing, and looked at her too.Their hands were clasped, wet and hot.He wanted to continue this crazy sex all day long, and he couldn't let go of Min's hand until he finished eating and went back to bed as soon as possible, as if the darkness would steal her away.Life is good; with Min's company, life is better.The art in the room is the art in the room. Even if he loses to this Chinese woman again in bed, he is the first person in British history. This time they were all calm.They undressed and hugged each other peacefully.It was late at night, and the hotel was still a little cold even though the heater was turned on.Min kept tucking the quilt up for Julian, but Julian always wanted to lift it to see her body.The wall lamps were all on.He thought of the tall Englishwomen, the girls who grew up early and the women withered too early, too fat or too thin.But Min's body is round and slender. I don't know how the body of an oriental woman can be compatible with the two. He felt that he and Min were already very familiar and close, with a look, a movement, and a voice, they could connect with each other heart to heart. Julian said, "Teach me, why don't you ejaculate again?" Min put his arms around his neck, saying that he didn't know, she was not a man. "It's called the White Cow in the book, how to do it? Write it down, read it out, no or no. So it's hard for outsiders to see its true meaning, everyone can only experience it for themselves." She said that if Julian practiced, he would be better than ordinary people. It's easier. "How do you know?" said Julian. "Based on my inner feeling," Min blushed again, "I just tried it out. Today doesn't count. Let's practice together in the future, shall we? There will be endless troubles for men and women, and for women and men. On the contrary, both men and women are immortal." .Taoist scriptures believe that being able to control twelve daughters makes a person old and beautiful." "Then, I don't want to live forever. It is enough to have your K, and there is no need to add another one. Stop here?" "No," Min laughed, "twelve times a night!" Julian thought of Roger Fry, his spiritual father.Roger, when he was teaching art history in Cambridge, said that he would really like to spend several semesters teaching Chinese art.He is full of religious awe towards the bronze wares of the Zhou Dynasty.Western missionaries don't understand at all that the Chinese concept of evil is half a joke, half of the time they don't take sin seriously, and half of the time they take it seriously.Why are the animal patterns and animal carvings on the bronze tripods of the Zhou Dynasty so beautiful?The longer the age, the more it can show its charm?Because the caster and his wife will both jump into the molten metal at the critical moment of refining, only to make the bronze ware have a perfect yin and yang coordination. The Chinese art for life, you can spare your life. Now he understood Roger's strange conclusion. You also know Yin and Yang in China, and you know a little bit of Aiki.From people to things, she knows everything, she challenged him and asked him: Would you like to jump into molten metal?Willing to jump into the fire of death with me to cooperate with yin and yang, dare you? Julian likes a stimulating challenge, always has.His English-French lover in bed can only say you love me, I love you, which is almost unimaginative.What happened in the ancient times of the East, now let him meet: with Min. He loudly agreed. As soon as he kissed her, he refused to end, as soon as he kissed, he wanted to enter her below, and when they entered each other, everything went very naturally and happily.When Min was on top of him, her legs knelt up and clamped his waist, he noticed that when she was excited, the shape of her breasts completely changed, and her nipples popped out, like a reversed Chinese ceramic tea bowl, with nipple tips Just like the hijab of a tea bowl cover, it is tender red with a little ocher brown. He's been looking for a color in his life, a color he can feel but can't name, but never succeeds.My mother's studio was chaotic and colorful. Around the fireplace, there were paintings of nudes, but the color of the nipples was wrong.Because he couldn't find it, he felt uncomfortable all the time. At this time, his feeling disappeared. He and Min's body soared up and fell together.The large areolas around her nipples painted this color, and the sweat was dripping out, small and crystal clear, and the nipples were growing as soon as they entered his mouth.Unlike Western women, she likes to close her eyes, her eyelashes are densely packed, and her ears are well-grown, showing her slender neck.He just didn't dare to look at her face wandering in the orgasm, he would lose control of himself, he knew this, but he couldn't help looking at it. She covered his eyes with her hands, bit his ears with her teeth, slow down, hold back.But this action was too sexy, and the effect was the opposite. He rushed to the top, and fell to the bottom in a burning flame. He laughed and pulled the white ox upside down. I don't know which man can do it?On this Chinese woman. Father Clive was not here, and Julian suddenly thought of him again.It's a pity that he didn't come to China to get a Chinese mistress.I am better than him, I have the most beautiful woman in China, no one is as lucky as me!If only I could learn this damn Chinese intercourse before being killed by this witch. But why think so? To be killed by such a witch, I am afraid that I am also the happiest man in the whole west! After it was over, he was much more sober.This body curled up happily in his arms obviously just likes his sex, using him as a sexual tool, there are no complicated joint problems, pure sex, what this woman needs is to harvest yang and nourish yin to the fullest, to maintain youthful beauty .It's not bad.Right in the middle of my arms.It seems that it will not deprive him of his freedom, which is perfect! He has always been afraid of love, and with love, he gets out of trouble.He noticed that Min never talked about the word love, no matter in English or Chinese, and even when the climax came, he didn't ask him: "Do you love me?" Although this is a formula that every woman will live vainly language.It's not natural for Min to avoid talking, but it's good.His worries in Qingdao before coming to Beijing were groundless and unnecessary.If you have sex, go for it.If love doesn't come to embarrass him, he doesn't want to disturb love either.