The continuous clouds were like a bolt of brocade hanging across the sky, magnificent and beautiful.
Wang Zhuo walked into KFC, circled the place once, and found Gan Lin by a window seat. She was absorbed in playing a Nintendo handheld game console, thoroughly enjoying herself.
Gan Lin’s attire genuinely startled Wang Zhuo for a moment. This girl, usually incredibly reserved, was suddenly wearing a low-cut red t-shirt today. Her long hair fell straight past her chest, paired with denim shorts that barely covered the tops of her thighs. Her legs were shapely, and her skin was dazzlingly fair.
Still the same unadorned girl, this sudden dressing up instantly transformed her into a sexy hot chick!
“Did the sun rise in the west?” Wang Zhuo sat down opposite her with a smile and said, “What a big change, I almost didn’t recognize you.”
Gan Lin put down the game console and scrutinized Wang Zhuo from head to toe before smiling back, “You too. It’s only been half a month, how are you like a different person?”
“Did I get more handsome?” Wang Zhuo dramatically tossed his non-existent perfect hair.
Gan Lin let out a chuckle, amused, and asked, “Looking at your clothes, did you solve your financial problems?”
“Good eye,” Wang Zhuo nodded with a smile, “I earned some money, skipping right past subsistence and moderate comfort, directly into the affluent class.”
“Is that true?” Gan Lin’s long eyelashes fluttered, and she laughed, “Did you win the lottery or find a gold bar? Hurry and tell me.”
“It’s pretty close to winning the lottery,” Wang Zhuo then omitted the parts about his supernatural abilities and briefly recounted the experience of gambling on stones. He downplayed Guan Yingying’s presence and didn't mention exposing the fake blue-and-white porcelain, only describing how he had incredibly good luck and made a fortune from betting on one stone.
Gan Lin listened as if hearing a legendary tale. When Wang Zhuo finished, she eagerly asked, “How much did that piece of jade sell for?”
“The final digits on the check were…” Wang Zhuo deliberately lowered his voice, “Six zeros!”
“Six zeros? That’s over a million?!” Wang Zhuo had successfully misled Gan Lin. Her entire focus was on academics; she knew nothing about jade, so naturally, she didn't consider that there might be two digits preceding the six zeros, making the total value tens of millions.
“Keep it a secret for me,” Wang Zhuo winked.
“Definitely!” Gan Lin nodded seriously. Sudden wealth can bring a lot of trouble, and she understood the gravity of the situation.
“Let’s go see a movie.”
This was something Wang Zhuo had learned from an online dating guide: couples meeting on a hot summer afternoon should first have a cold drink to cool down, then stroll to the cinema to watch an exciting film, afterward find a stylish restaurant for a romantic dinner, take a leisurely walk afterward, and finally escort the female companion home.
What a perfect itinerary! Wang Zhuo was so grateful to the original author of the guide. If possible, he truly wanted to send the author a few yuan as a tip to express his thanks, or perhaps add them as a friend for future consultations. Unfortunately, the article he found was reposted, without any citation or author's name, so he could only offer his silent gratitude.
The two walked out of KFC side-by-side. Wang Zhuo tried his best not to look directly at Gan Lin because the neckline of her t-shirt was cut rather low. Combined with the angle created by their heights, whenever Wang Zhuo looked at her, his gaze would inevitably slide down… and down…
Gan Lin was drawing quite a few second glances today. Her exquisite features, carrying a hint of border town charm, combined with the bosom that could make every woman envious, made her an irresistible weapon to both sexes. Fortunately, Wang Zhuo was doing well now too; his appearance and demeanor far surpassed his past self. Walking beside Gan Lin, they looked perfectly matched, no longer a blight next to a blooming flower.
After making countless male passersby intensely envious along the way, the pair finally arrived in front of the movie theater.
“How about this one?” Wang Zhuo pointed at the poster for Kung Fu Panda 3; he had a soft spot for action films.
Gan Lin, however, was drawn to the poster for Transformers 4: “I want to see this one.”
“Transformers? It’s already started playing,” Wang Zhuo looked up at the large clock on the theater roof, “Quick, if we hurry, we can still make the beginning!”
Buying tickets, picking up 3D glasses, and entering the hall, Wang Zhuo then realized how brilliant Gan Lin’s choice was. Kung Fu Panda was showing in the large auditorium, while Transformers was in a smaller one, which contained only couple’s booths.
The smaller auditorium was long, dark, and slightly sloping downwards. This was no issue for Wang Zhuo’s sharp eyes, but Gan Lin struggled. Having just come from the bright outdoors, her eyes needed time to adjust; it could truly be described as pitch black. Moreover, her footing kept descending, so she had no choice but to hold onto Wang Zhuo’s right arm, clinging to him as she shuffled slowly forward.
The moment her soft body pressed against him, Wang Zhuo’s steps faltered immediately. Through the thin fabric of her clothes, he could clearly feel the astonishing resilience, and even a sliver of slickness from above the neckline.
Wang Zhuo secretly rejoiced, casually wrapping his arm around Gan Lin’s waist, pulling half her body snugly into his embrace.
Neither spoke; they found their seats and settled in. Gan Lin struggled slightly when sitting down, but Wang Zhuo tightened his arm, and she gave up resisting.
Wang Zhuo had no mind to watch what was happening on screen anymore; he had no idea where he’d put the 3D glasses. His right hand continued to hold Gan Lin’s waist, while his left hand gently gripped her shoulder, turning her to face him. He leaned forward and kissed her.
Gan Lin turned her head slightly to the left, and Wang Zhuo’s kiss landed on her right ear. Wang Zhuo pursued to the left, but Gan Lin quickly turned her face to the right again, leaving Wang Zhuo only the fleeting touch of her hair brushing his cheek.
After several attempts, Wang Zhuo had to negotiate softly, “Good Lin Lin, just let me kiss you once.”
Gan Lin let out a small laugh but offered no reply.
No reply meant tacit consent; this was advanced experience gleaned from veteran love experts. To prevent her from continuing to be playful, Wang Zhuo pressed his whole body down, squeezing her into the corner of the seat. He cupped both her cheeks in his hands and then slowly lowered his mouth to hers.
The first kiss was sweet, soft, trembling, stirring, blissful, moist, making the heart race, all-consuming, deeply engaging, a sudden deafening boom in the mind followed by blankness, a chest overflowing with excitement threatening to explode, a lingering aftertaste impossible to forget for a lifetime…
How long that kiss lasted, neither of them knew. When their hands slipped inside each other’s clothing, Wang Zhuo didn’t know, and neither did Gan Lin.
It wasn't until a faint salty taste registered in their mouths that they stopped simultaneously, both finding it strange—where did the saltiness come from?
A moment later, Gan Lin let out a soft moan, crying out with frustrated amusement in a low voice, “You bit my lip until it bled.”
Wang Zhuo was instantly mortified; he had used too much force!
“Aren’t you going to take them out?” Gan Lin pressed a hand to her chest, where a pair of greedy paws had been running rampant for quite some time.
“Oh… right!” Wang Zhuo reluctantly withdrew his hand, the lingering aftertaste making him reluctant to stop.
Gan Lin hurriedly adjusted her clothes. In the heat of the moment, she had lost control, but now reason prevailed. She was so embarrassed she wanted to crawl into a crack in the floor immediately.
“Lin Lin, you are truly huge,” Wang Zhuo suddenly recalled a common analogy from web novels and asked quietly, “Are you a 36D?”
In the darkness, a small hand shot out swiftly.
“Ow, why are you pinching me!” Wang Zhuo cried out softly in exaggerated pain, restraining Gan Lin’s attacking hand. “Is it or isn’t it? We’re practically an old married couple, can’t I ask?”
“Who said we’re an old married couple?” Gan Lin blushed and whispered close to Wang Zhuo’s ear, “Don’t tell anyone, I’m a 32F.”
Wang Zhuo hummed happily in response, thinking to himself, what did 32F mean? Was that smaller or larger than 36D?
“I’m going to the restroom,” Gan Lin squeezed Wang Zhuo’s hand and stood up.
“Should I come with you?” Wang Zhuo also stood up.
“No need, you watch the movie,” Gan Lin pressed Wang Zhuo back onto the sofa and drifted away like smoke.
32F? Wang Zhuo pulled out his Apple phone, logged onto a search engine, and typed those three characters in.
The search results astonished Wang Zhuo. There was a widely popular internet celebrity girl who wore a 32F cup size, and netizens’ comments about her were summarized in five words: “Super Big Bother.”
This girl even had a nickname: “Wok-Lid Chest,” rumored that an inverted Kang Shi Fu instant noodle bucket couldn't cover them. Wang Zhuo recalled the feeling of his hand and the sensation just now; it was true. He couldn't help but grin silently, realizing that compared to 32F, 36D was utterly insignificant!
He closed the webpage. After waiting a few more minutes, Gan Lin still hadn't returned, and Wang Zhuo started to feel restless. He got up and walked toward the exit.