Chapter 70: Complete

Jiang Miao has a slender waist, but she has everything she should have, graceful curves, and exquisite charm. She’s definitely not some “underdeveloped little girl.”

As for the voice intentionally disparaging her, Jiang Miao couldn’t actually recognize who it was. The voice sounded unfamiliar, obviously not a guest she had invited.

But with the bathroom door wide open, Jiang Miao looked directly and couldn’t see Yan He, but instead saw a woman with a round, protruding bottom that could hold a cup without tipping over. Jiang Miao knew who this woman was—Louise, the neighbor from Ness Garden, a member of the baby-walking group.

When Yan He introduced them to each other before, Jiang Miao secretly marveled at Louise’s figure.

Big chest, big butt.

This body type seemed to be a genetic inheritance from some ethnic group. Jiang Miao remembered that on Earth, it seemed to be mainly Latin Americans and Africans.

But now everyone is mixed up, such as Jiang Miao, who is of Chinese descent, yet her skin is as fair as a Caucasian’s.

Louise looks a bit like a Caucasian, but her skin has a slight reddish tint.

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“Oh really? I didn’t see that. Compared to me, she looks like a little kid. Don’t you think so? Hmm~?” Louise said.

With this “Hmm~,” Jiang Miao could see a portion of the big bottom disappear. Through the wall, Jiang Miao could also imagine the scene of this woman using her deadly squeeze, to confront Yan He.

Jiang Miao wasn’t particularly angry about her derogatory remarks about her body and appearance. Bitches exist all over the world, regardless of the era, all the same.

But when she harasses Yan He like this, Jiang Miao feels a bit itchy, very much wanting to perform a stone-breaking chest from a high-gravity planet for her.

Yan He has evidently experienced countless situations like this. He was neither embarrassed nor panicked, calmly saying, “This is a matter of aesthetic differences.”

“In my aesthetic view, my dear is nearly perfect. Her body is slender and balanced, a beauty that men can hardly imagine. For me, even if her bust were one centimeter larger, it wouldn’t be perfect enough,” he said, “Nick’s buttocks have already dried up, won’t you wrap them for him?”

In this world, praising someone’s body or appearance from a sexual perspective is a straightforward, enthusiastic, yet common form of praise.

Initially, when Jiang Miao just reached adulthood and began to encounter such compliments from the opposite sex, she couldn’t stand it at all, feeling almost like sexual harassment. Later, as she gradually integrated into society as an adult, she gradually adapted.

But according to Yan He’s words, if Jiang Miao’s bust were to increase by just one centimeter, it wouldn’t be perfect enough. Then what would Louise, with her chest thrusting like a pair of cow udders, be considered?

Jiang Miao suppressed a smile, thinking, how come she didn’t notice Yan He had this sarcastic trait before?

Louise emerged from the bathroom pushing a stroller, wearing a frown on her face. Upon seeing Jiang Miao standing in the bedroom, she paused, thrusting out her basketball-sized bosom and said with a smirk, “The baby just pooped, we were just cleaning his little bum in there, don’t think too much.”

How come these despicable people, who would disgust others even if they couldn’t get what they wanted, haven’t died out in the interstellar era?

Jiang Miao put on the poised, elegant smile she had been taught by Zhang Ya and replied, “You’re overthinking it. I understand his taste.”

It turned out she had heard their conversation. Louise rolled her eyes, then waddled away with her hefty bottom.

Jiang Miao then briskly instructed Xiaona, “Add her to our ‘unwelcome’ list.”

Turning around once more, Yan He was holding Jiang Rui, leaning against the wall, looking at her with a smile that seemed half amused.

What’s with that expression? Can’t he be a bit more serious, a bit more aloof, like when he first came to her house?

Jiang Miao inexplicably felt a bit guilty, feeling like she was the one caught red-handed.

“Not angry?” Yan He raised an eyebrow.

“Angry? Didn’t we just put her on the blacklist?” Jiang Miao said.

“Wrong question,” Yan He corrected, “Not jealous? Not suspicious that I’m cheating?”

Jiang Miao shrugged. “Both doors were wide open, what’s there to be suspicious about?”

Jiang Miao wasn’t angry from the start, nor was she suspicious, because she understood very well that if a man had any thoughts of cheating, he wouldn’t be so openly leaving both doors wide open.

The darkness in a person’s heart always reflects in their actions.

When she was dating Brent, he would be involved with several other women, making excuses even for a simple phone call, sneaking off to the bathroom all stealthy-like.

The things about men that make you feel vaguely uneasy, no matter how they try to explain it away, usually signify something. Following your inner intuition at such times often reveals unpleasant truths.

Yan He made a soft sound from his nose and said, “You clearly have little experience, yet you understand human nature so well.”

Jiang Miao never thought that having been with three partners meant she lacked experience, but unfortunately, that’s how people here viewed her. She felt a bit helpless. “Having more experiences doesn’t necessarily mean experiencing them deeply.”

Compared to others in this era, Jiang Miao had experienced very little. But unlike the natives here who treated each relationship like skipping stones or collecting honey, satisfied and moving on once they tasted sweetness, Jiang Miao had invested deeply in each relationship.

Recently, Jiang Miao had been discussing human emotional issues with Zhang Ya. Zhang Ya also agreed with Jiang Miao’s theory.

Jiang Miao believed that the connections between people in today’s society were like a vicious cycle—parents unwilling to invest too much emotion in their children, some even abandoning them. As a result, these children, when they grow up, instinctively try to invest as little emotion as possible in their interactions with others to protect themselves emotionally.

For instance, Tanaka, while professing his obsession with Joe Arthur, also never refused other romantic encounters, even reconciling with his ex for a while, enjoying the spring breeze several times.

Such a Tanaka, even if faced with Joe Arthur—the star thief Little Fish, who deliberately tempted him while withholding herself—Tanaka, at least emotionally, wasn’t really hurt.

By constantly pursuing physical pleasure, he protected his inner emotions quite well.

These almost selfish individuals, protecting themselves so carefully, Jiang Miao actually felt that even after experiencing so many people, they might not necessarily have a deeper understanding of emotions and human nature than she did.

Yan He’s gaze deepened.

“The next time I see Brent, I’ll give him a beating,” he suddenly said, speaking so childishly, completely unlike him.

Jiang Miao chuckled.

“Haven’t you already beaten him up last time?” She walked over, kissing Jiang Rui on the cheek.

Jiang Rui’s neck was already able to stand up. His clear and bright eyes were looking at her innocently.

The familiar scent of his mother’s body and the soft touch of her lips made him happy, and he giggled.

“Why bother with him? I’ve long forgotten about him. Do you see any shadow he left on me? It’s all in the past.”

What Yan He liked most about Jiang Miao was her complete lack of shadows.

She was always content with the present and forever hopeful for the future.

Compared to himself, she was like pure light.

Jiang Miao looked up at Yan He. “Did someone just say my body was almost perfect?”

Yan He curled his lips and pecked her rosy lips. “Wrong. Remove the word ‘almost.'”

“So, Mr. Perfectionist, when will you be willing to spend the night with me?” Jiang Miao tilted her head, smiling.

Her eyes sparkled with waves, shimmering with light. As Yan He said, Jiang Miao was actually a ripe woman.

This straightforward invitation made Yan He’s throat constrict.

With the party over, tasks like cleaning were handled by robots, so Jiang Miao didn’t need to worry about such matters.

She took a shower and changed into a silk nightgown she had been wanting to wear for a long time.

The smooth satin wrapped around her graceful body, with the hem barely covering her thighs.

Jiang Miao tossed and turned in bed, waiting anxiously. Finally, Yan He’s low voice came from outside the door, “Miao Miao, open the door.”

As soon as he said “open the door,” Xiaona could automatically open it, but Jiang Miao got up and walked to the door, pressing the button herself.

The door opened, and Yan He stood outside, leaning against the wall.

Jiang Miao’s heart raced a bit as she asked, “Did he fall asleep?”

“Yeah,” Yan He replied, “He got a bit excited seeing so many people today, it took him a while to fall asleep.”

Jiang Miao responded with a simple “Oh.”

The soft light from the night lamp illuminated the room.

In the gentle light, Jiang Miao looked as beautiful as jade.

A smile played on Yan He’s lips as he gently touched Jiang Miao’s face. “I’m going to take a shower.”

Jiang Miao blushed. “Okay, go ahead.”

After speaking, she felt like she had said too much. Fortunately, Yan He just smirked and didn’t laugh at her eagerness.

He kissed her lips briefly, as if it were a prelude, then released her and headed to the bathroom.

Jiang Miao lay in bed waiting for him.

The two had known each other for a year, and they had done everything they could, except for this last step. Yet Jiang Miao found herself still nervous and excited.

There was nothing wrong with that; it just meant they were far from experiencing aesthetic fatigue, right?

After a moment of wandering thoughts, footsteps could be heard coming from the bathroom. Yan He said, “Turn off the light.”

Xiaona promptly turned off the light.

The bedroom fell into darkness.

“Hmm?” Jiang Miao was slightly surprised. “Aren’t you going to turn on the light?”

“Why turn on the light?” Yan He asked.

“I want to see you,” Jiang Miao said.

With that, she was pulled into a hug tinged with moisture.

The muscles were firm and elastic, pressing against her body through the thin silk.

Jiang Miao’s breath immediately became heavier.

“Jiang Miao, what do you want to see?” Yan He kissed her neck softly and asked in a low voice.

“I want to see you…” Jiang Miao closed her eyes and murmured.

“My face?”

“Mm.”

Yan He’s kisses and hands paused for a moment, then suddenly intensified.

“Jiang Miao, forget about my face!” he teased her.

“Mm.” Jiang Miao was getting lost in the kisses.

With a rip, Yan He tore apart the thin silk nightgown.

Jiang Miao trembled.

Yan He tore off a long strip of the skirt. “How about we play a game?”

Jiang Miao’s voice carried anticipation and pleasure. “Sure.”

So Yan He used that strip of silk to blindfold Jiang Miao.

With her eyes covered, even the contours she could see in the darkness were now obscured.

Her sense of touch and hearing became heightened as a result.

The sensations brought by the man’s palm and fingertips became even more intense.

The man said, “Today, no thinking about my face.”

Jiang Miao’s breath became erratic as she reached out to touch his face, saying, “Okay, I also love listening to your voice.”

In the absence of sight, the stimulation from sound was even stronger. And she already adored Yan He’s magnetic, deep voice.

The man paused again, then suddenly grabbed her wrist. “I won’t make a sound. Don’t think about my face, or my voice!”

“Miao Miao, you’re thinking about me, about who I am, about my body.”

He guided her hand to touch those places she usually couldn’t get enough of.

Though Jiang Miao felt a bit strange, there was a hint of pleading in Yan He’s voice.

It was indeed a stimulating and peculiar experience.

Jiang Miao happily agreed, “Okay, I only think about you as a person.”

Yan He leaned down to kiss her.

Indeed, apart from his gradually heavier breathing, he made no sound.

But his touch had magic, his lips could make Jiang Miao forget the earthly realm, drifting up to the heavens.

Until there was a powerful penetration, heaven and earth merged into one.

The world completed each other, mutually whole.

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Sansukini: I feel like I will spoil the surprises if I leave a comment. Lol. I like this chapter. The love scene will be important later.

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