68. Twist your hips towards you (320 monthly tickets)
“Zhao Meng Sheng?”
The moment Wen Han heard the voice, she suddenly understood.
No wonder my mom asked me to come over for square dancing.
Surely, Zhao Meng Sheng contacted my second aunt, who then contacted my mom, to have them help us get together.
Realizing this, Wen Han pretended to be clueless. She was shocked when she saw the approaching figure: “Eh?”
“Aunt!” Zhao Meng Sheng rushed over, handing water to every elder before taking out the last bottle from his bag, “Here you go.”
“…You?” Wen Han looked incredulous and took it reluctantly.
Zhao Meng Sheng couldn’t help but smile: “What a coincidence, I came with my second aunt. Are you here with your mom?”
Oh? That’s really such a coincidence, hehe.
Wen Han sighed helplessly, about to speak when her mom’s voice came from behind: “Oh! We need to continue dancing, why don’t you two young people wait for us over there?”
“Yes, yes!” A middle-aged woman quickly chimed in; she must be Zhao Meng Sheng’s second aunt. “It’s fine if you don’t wait. You can just walk around! Meng Sheng, take good care of Ah Han.”
“Alright.” Zhao Meng Sheng grinned, turning his head, “Wen Han, let’s sit down over there?”
“…Okay.”
There wasn’t much warmth, nor coldness.
Wen Han held her drink and sat with Zhao Meng Sheng on a distant stone bench, watching the bustling sports park, making them feel even more isolated.
“I’ll open it for you.” Zhao Meng Sheng broke the silence first, reaching for Wen Han’s drink, unscrewing it, and handing it back to her.
Wen Han glanced at it and scoffed, “Thanks.”
“Are you still angry at me?”
Wen Han paused drinking, “Honestly, I’ve never been angry.”
“Then… it’s awkward for me.” Zhao Meng Sheng scratched his head, “I thought you were… sorry, I misunderstood your thoughts.”
“…It’s okay.”
The atmosphere was slightly awkward, but this meant Wen Han had no more hostility towards him.
They finally felt somewhat like they were on a blind date.
Zhao Meng Sheng pressed on, “You’ve been single all along?”
“…Sigh!” Wen Han sighed, “Don’t you already know? Anyway… I’m not very confident in relationships anymore.”
“Why?”
“I… I don’t want to talk too much about it.”
Of course, if I blurt everything out, what’s the mystery?
Without mystery, how can I attract you? Or maybe… seduce you? Hehe!
“I… alright, I won’t ask anymore.” Although Zhao Meng Sheng wanted to press further, he had to hold back.
But he roughly knew the gist of it.
Wen Han must have experienced heartbreak, possibly caused by the father of her daughter.
Thinking of this, he felt even more regretful.
Such a beautiful woman, why wasn’t I her first?
She used to really like me! How could I have ignored her back then?
If we had been together back then, her first time would have been mine. It wouldn’t have been a loss to break up later!
Zhao Meng Sheng became increasingly regretful, which only fueled his sexual desire.
Maybe because he spent too long abroad, he momentarily imagined himself pinning her down, viciously slapping her buttocks, cursing her as a slut.
Under his refined exterior, a wild beast raged within, well hidden.
He pushed his glasses up, “You just met someone bad. That’s part of life’s journey, but you have a long future ahead.”
Wen Han showed signs of melancholy, “I don’t really want to talk about these things now.”
“How about we exercise together?” Suddenly smiling, Zhao Meng Sheng picked up a badminton racket from the ground, “I happened to bring one.”
Wen Han looked at him in surprise.
At that moment, Zhao Meng Sheng’s second aunt spoke again from afar, “Ah Han, Meng Sheng used to play badminton for a few years and almost joined the provincial team! Let him teach you!”
Her aunt spoke proudly, and Zhao Meng Sheng grinned widely, waving his hands modestly, “Nah, I only know a little.”
Oh?
Preparing to show off in front of his mother?
Hormones from exercise and strong athletic ability might make some girls fall in love. This must be how he managed with many foreign girls abroad.
Wen Han smiled faintly, lowering her head in embarrassment, “I don’t know how to play.”
“It’s fine, I’ll teach you!”
“This…” Under the watchful eyes of her aunt and mother, Wen Han nodded, “Alright.”
…
Sports Park, an empty spot about 300 meters away from the square dance area.
“Let’s do it here.” Finally finding an empty place, Zhao Meng Sheng swiftly raised the racket, lightly tossing the badminton racket into the air, “It’s been a while since I played, my skills are rusty.”
Trying to pretend to be weak to win?
Wen Han knew his game, but she was also somewhat troubled.
“Hmm… although I know magic, it doesn’t seem to help much with playing badminton.”
She might know magic, but she was clueless about badminton.
And key point, magic didn’t seem to help with badminton, so wasn’t he going to succeed in showing off?
Wen Han stroked the racket thoughtfully, then laughed coldly after a moment.
“I don’t believe there’s anything I, Wen Han, can’t do.”
She immediately turned around, “Meng Sheng, how do you play?”
“It’s simple.” Zhao Meng Sheng perked up, “See, like this gently…”
Smack!
The badminton flew over, and Wen Han suddenly smacked it forward.
“Yeah!” Zhao Meng Sheng grinned, “Simple, right? Let’s keep this pace.”
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
A pure white badminton bounced left and right, like a dog-licker being kicked around, unwanted and wanting to leave as soon as possible.
After a moment, Wen Han finally caught the rhythm, taking a sudden step.
Whoosh—!
Smack!
“Eh?” Zhao Meng Sheng stared at the badminton on the ground, then quickly picked it up with a smile, “Progress, keep it up.”
Acting as a coach?
Wen Han snorted, suddenly hitting the incoming badminton with force.
Whoosh—!
This time, the badminton hit Zhao Meng Sheng squarely in the crotch.
Zhao Meng Sheng gasped, wanting to rub it but feeling embarrassed.
“Are you okay?” Wen Han dropped the racket in shock, looking worried, “I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
“N-No problem…” Zhao Meng Sheng forced a smile, twitching his mouth.
He originally planned to impress her with his badminton skills and make her fall for him.
Instead, he lost twice in a row and got…
Looks like he needs to be serious, show her his strength, and make her admire him.
He coughed, picking up the badminton, “I’m fine, let’s continue.”
“Okay.”
“Then I’ll start.”
Whoosh—!
The badminton suddenly sped up, flying like lightning.
