Chapter 11 let's go to xiangshan

Min came early in the morning when Julian was still in bed.He was drunk at Acton's place yesterday, and his head hurt after a night of drinking. Min couldn't let him explain, saying that he would cure his headache immediately.She rented a car and asked him to get dressed quickly. I'm afraid I'll never understand China in my life, Julian thought, especially Chinese women. Min quickly reconciled with him, without explaining or pestering.The magnificent scenery in the world, the beauties and delicacies, the Taoist room art of immortality and immortality - he was completely fascinated by Beijing.He doesn't even dislike the vulgarity of the red, green, gold, and silver shops. The mournful cries, the sick dog freezing to death at night, the owner mourning on the street corner, the carriages, and the sound of whips in the air all moved him.

He didn't see her all day, and when he saw her, he was happy, and he didn't even have any intention of blaming her. When they came to Xiangshan Hot Spring in the western suburbs and entered a private room in Minkai, Julian thought of Acton.Am I the same?When Julian picked up Min and walked into the steaming hot spring bath, not only did he not miss Qingdao, but he also didn't want to return to England. However, after not having sex for a day, his body was panicked with hunger, and as soon as he hugged Min's body, his body was no longer under his control, and every organ became unfamiliar.He had no choice but to let go of Min with both hands, and the two of them lay down in the water together.This bathing pool is huge, the bottom of the pool is sloping, and the deepest part of the spring water is waist-high, and the burning desire all over the body is immersed in the water, becoming more and more unbearable.He thought he was a Chinese emperor, with three thousand beauties in the Sangong and Six Courtyards. He looked at Min with the eyes of an emperor: Min in the water is much more beautiful than wearing clothes. There is no extra flesh or lines on his whole body.He could see her smooth and jade-like vagina, which was more colorful in the water. With his hand, her buttocks came out of the water.His hand refused to leave, and kept sliding on it. "There are no such women in the West."

His body hair scattered in the water contrasted with Min's clean body.Min watched and laughed: "There is no man like you in China." His headache has long since forgotten where it is. Min hugged him in the water and said, "Take your time, we have a whole day." Then, she explained, "There are very few Chinese women like me. In the "Jade House Classic", it is called , is called a 'female woman'. There is also a description: 'The hole is high, there is no hair on the genitals, those who have a lot of semen, those who are over five or five, and those who are not in labor.' You see, I meet every condition, even my age is just right .The book says that if a man has sexual intercourse with a woman in phase, even if he can’t follow the law, it won’t hurt him if he wins. So don’t be afraid.”

"How could I be afraid?" retorted Julian, slipping his hand to her again. "Don't be surprised either." Julian buried her in the water, kissed her, and then shook the water all over her hair: "I'm not a man, I'm a gentle wolf." He separated Min's legs with his hands and thrust into his long-awaited body. She said cheerfully that she brought him to the hot spring because "bathing" is a kind of Taoist health preservation exercise. Her mother taught her, but she never had the opportunity to practice it.Unexpectedly, it was exactly as the scriptures said.As soon as he moved, he pumped out the spring water, then pushed it forward suddenly, and pressed it into her body warmly, all the way to her heart, and she felt that her whole body was about to melt.

Her face was on the water, and she could see that her orgasm was about to come, her face was full of colorful clouds.Her eyes were in a trance, and her hands moved from Julian's neck to his legs, pressing hard.Her voice started to be muffled, quiet, and turned into a moan, and it was that kind of singing moan again, gradually getting higher and lower.Julian felt only that her voice was strangely melodious, that she was entering a new state of pleasure. It was a bit different from what he had heard before. He also felt that he was walking between consciousness and dreams. First, he was led to glide by her, and then he followed her to leap over the peak waves, walking with the tide, graceful and free and easy .

"Happy!" cried Julian from his heart.The Romans knew as far back as BC that the bathroom was the place to be most enjoyable: steam, massage, sexual indulgence.Erotic murals on the walls.He lamented that he didn't know that he could enjoy the luxury of the Roman nobles in Pompeii in Beijing, and he didn't know that this kind of bathing sex brought great happiness to women. In any case, Julian felt that he was a Roman nobleman, having fun with his lover.And his lover is more beautiful and passionate than any dynasty's sex slaves. He was no longer a Bloomsbury intellectual, he was no longer Professor Bell, he was no longer English, but an image, a pure form of yang intermingled with a pure form of yin. "Thousands of people are delighted to see me, and they are in a hurry like a law." Min's body was full of hot water, wrapping him tightly and tightly, just like her smooth and soft body, carrying water undulating on his body.He couldn't bear such a strong stimulation: this time his orgasm was long and violent, until the jelly-shaped aquatic creature floated to the surface of the clear water. 

The lights were dim, and Min put on yellow rose pajamas, Japanese style.She didn't wear a belt, and let the clothes drag the floor freely, and all parts of her body were looming.She was standing opposite Julian, with long hair draped over her shoulders, and she looked like a fairy. Julian was reclined on the tatami, the pillows padded high.Tonight, they will stay in this hotel with hot spring in Xiangshan. I don't know when, the moon jumped to the side of the sky, clear and bright.The curtains were wide open, and the moonlight was too bright, making the room look like a fairy cave.At this time, the night was quiet.Min said that the ancients believed that this was a good time to practice qigong and seek the Tao.

She fell into the memory that her mother used to wake her up at this time to let her body bear the essence of the world, often by the lotus pond on the rocky mountain in the back garden.There is moonlight, the light of the sky, the humidity, and the atmosphere of the earth.If one's thinking is biased, one's sex will be misunderstood, women will be trained to be men, and men will be trained to be women.Therefore, the object of women's imagination must be female, while the opposite is true for men.In this way, you will be able to concentrate, have your own gods to bless you, and not go crazy.

"Why do you sing during copulation?" Julian asked, "and it seems to sing differently every time." Min said: "I don't know how to sing. It's called howling. It is a natural occurrence of a woman's temperament. It is both the result and the method. It is like the fluctuation of the original Sen Min, like the wind in the field. The sound may be like a song, like a song, But there is no melody to remember, it cannot be taught or learned, and because it is natural and smooth, it will not be repeated every time." She took a few steps back, a little further away from him, and sat cross-legged on the spot, her body straight, her hands resting loosely on her chest, like lotus fingers.Julian felt that her body was a golden lotus flower, sexy and alluring.

He got up and approached, but Min stopped him with his eyes, and he sat down on the spot. She said in a low voice while practicing the exercises: boil water with bamboo leaves, skin and peach flesh, and when it is moderately warm, take off your clothes and enter the water to get rid of the filth from inside and outside the body. This is the most common bathing.She likes to use three parts of cinnabar realgar and orpiment each, pound it finely, pack it with cotton gauze, and stuff it into both ears. At noon on the second day, go to the top of the mountain and bathe with fresh water.But she likes dry baths - Min talks and does what looks like a self-massage, but much more complicated:

From the two corners between the eyebrows and the inner corners of the eyebrows, rub the face all over the face, and turn nine times each.Comb the hair with fingertips, continue down the body, hold the breasts with both palms, fiddle with the fingertips in patterns, and finally extend to the lower part, with more complex fingerings that make people dizzy. Julian thought it was just a woman's masturbation, but, ritualized, it became mysterious.Just like her so-called "screaming", it's just a more exciting way for men to hide the shame of oriental women. Once it is ritualized, even intellectuals like Min will not be shy. With her self-massaging motions, her pajamas opened further and fell to the floor.She was naked again, but not the same as before, she was in the room, but God was not there, as if she was breaking out of her soul. There was a calm contentment on her face.He fully believed that before Min met him, she had always used this method to satisfy her sexual desires, or in other words, it was because of her practice in the room that she kept her youth so perfect. He suddenly felt pitiful for Min, who didn't satisfy her man.Moreover, he was afraid that Min would disappear suddenly. These two feelings scratched Julian's heart very painfully. He could only feel better if he stepped forward to hug her. This surprised him, how could he have such feelings for her beyond sex?He has always been reluctant to have a relationship with a woman other than sex.It's best to end it when you're done and go your separate ways.He likes sex for sex's sake, just for the fun.Now he was amazed to see him come out of self-imposed restraint. This Chinese woman in his arms, you have to know that for many years, she has practiced qi spells like this, spent years alone with Taoist evil ways, the long girlhood, and the days after marriage, she is also lonely from body to heart.Thirty-five years, this year should be thirty-six years!Julian understands what loneliness is better than anyone else, and who's loneliness can be regarded as loneliness. He first had a memory, almost in his infancy, when his parents, aunts and uncles were talking loudly in another big room, making noise and laughing, he was alone in the small bed, and he used crying to fight against being abandoned. loneliness.He bears the night alone, and contains the violent winds, most violent in spring, that can uproot oak trees.Mother seemed to hear him cry sometimes, and would stop the whole room to hear him.Aunt Virginia said that since he was born, the Bloomsbury Group was born like a little devil, and all had to listen to his cries. Just like in front of him, there is only one explanation for why he came to the East to take risks and have trysts with such a Chinese woman: his loneliness and her loneliness.They are both afraid of being alone, and they need each other's heart.When he was young, if the crying was useless and did not attract his mother's attention, he had to stop crying and look hopelessly at the empty roof, forgetting the shape of all the furniture, the color of the sky outside the window.