Chapter 390: Romance Fills The Room (2/2)
”I forgot!” Xiaotao caressed her forehead. “This is the last time. I won’t take it home tomorrow!”
While Xiaotao went to take a bath, I turned on the TV, already accustomed to her home. A short while later, Xiaotao came out of the shower, dressed in baggy pajamas, perky breasts peeking from underneath.
She walked towards the couch wordlessly, sat down, then leaned into my arms, her soft breasts pressing onto me. Her body still exuded moisture and heat from the shower and her wet hair smelled of shampoo.
My heart pounded like a drum as we remained in this position for about ten seconds. Then, Xiaotao said, ”I’ve been an officer for so long and I’ve seen many cases. Every time I come across those horrible, cruel ones, I think to myself, maybe this is the worst one. But then something else always trumps that and I’m faced with more cruel and inhuman criminals. Sometimes I can't help but wonder, how can people be so evil? We’re obviously the same kind, so why kill each other?”
It seemed Xiaotao was really disturbed by the case tonight. But I couldn't answer her question. All I could do was comfort her, ”When I catch those scum, I’ll stare at them for ten whole seconds and give them a taste of agony.”
Xiaotao looked up at me and smiled, ”Then again, what’s this about your eyes? You never told me.”
Due to my promise to Song Xingchen not to mention the Eyes of Yama to outsiders, I gave Xiaotao a vague explanation. ”It’s just another ability, nothing special.”
Xiaotao’s face inched closer to mine, ”Why can't I see anything different from before?”
There was a hint of a smile in her bright eyes. As her face drew closer and closer, we started to kiss. She hooked her hands around my neck and languidly rested on top of my body.
”Don't be depressed!” I urged. “Let’s watch some TV!”
”I don't want to watch this,” she pouted, unhappy with my choice of program–a variety show called “Super Brain.”
I changed the channel and asked, ”How about this?”
Xiaotao shook her head like a little child until I turned to a children's channel that was playing ”Babloo Dabloo.” Though I didn’t think she would like watching this, I asked and Xiaotao actually nodded.
With my arms around Xiaotao, we watched two episodes of Babloo Dabloo. Whenever something funny happened on screen, Xiaotao would giggle, her breasts vibrating against my arm. We were merely separated by thin pajamas so the feeling was very obvious–two soft, plump breasts rubbing my skin repeatedly. And worst of all, I was wearing a sleeveless tank top.
My cheeks burned and then returned to normal every time she stopped laughing; on and on, even my body reacted shamefully.
I stole a look at the beautiful, smiling girl in my arms as the impulse to make love to her boiled inside. But on second thought, being intimate now would be taking advantage of her.
Besides, I liked the way our relationship was and didn’t see a need to speed things up.
At the end of the two episodes, Xiaotao was quiet and unresponsive. Looking down, I realized she was breathing steadily and had fallen asleep in my arms. I carefully adjusted my position and picked her up in a princess hug, gently placing her on the bed.
When I returned to the living room, Xiaotao’s gentle fragrance still lingered on the couch. Babloo Dabloo was still playing on TV so I sat there watching another episode, and eventually found it rather interesting.
Deciding to take a quick shower, I headed to the bathroom where I found a box of men's underwear on the shelf where Xiaotao stored her sanitary napkins. There was a note saying: I bought this at the supermarket. I don't know if it suits you. Anyway, you can’t keep wearing dirty underwear after your shower!”