‘Should be… no problem.’ He mockingly repeated my earlier words.
I stood to the side, waiting to see a good show! I don’t believe he can climb over.”
Ye Zhengchen walked to the balcony, took a step back, and jumped, grabbing the top of the barrier with both hands. He kicked the balcony railing for leverage and smoothly flipped over.
I stood there, stunned.
Does he know martial arts? Is he a legendary martial arts master?!
Before I could recover, Ye Zhengchen had already returned. “Your door is open.”
“You… you?” I pointed at the balcony partition, surprised. “You could just go over like that?”
Suddenly, I realized: what kind of stupid designer created this balcony? If I were sleeping and he had ill intentions, I’d be in danger!
Perverts aren’t scary, but perverts who know martial arts are!
Ye Zhengchen’s keen eyes caught my thoughts. He understood my concern.
“Don’t worry, unless you have a special need, I’ll choose to use the main door.”
“Uh…” My face turned red, knowing it was futile to deny it, but I tried. “I mean… are you trained in karate or taekwondo?”
He smiled mischievously. “No! I only practiced restraining techniques…”
“Restraining techniques?!”
“Just the kind that can easily subdue the other person and make her unable to resist…”
His voice disappeared at the most imagination-provoking moment, leaving me to envision a dark night where he suddenly appeared in my room, grabbed my hand, and pressed me onto the bed. “Uh…” I covered my burning face, lowering my head. “It’s late, I won’t disturb your rest. Bye!”
I rushed out of his room, my face flushed.
How did a cold night become so hot?
During my first year in Japan, I noticed an unusual climate in Osaka; the red leaves only turned in November, covering the mountains. I had heard that missing the red leaves of Arashiyama would be a great loss. I invited Qin Xue, but she declined, having seen them already. With no female companion, I decided to visit Arashiyama alone.
The lonely Oi River flowed slowly under the wandering Togetsukyo Bridge. Standing there, I gazed at the unfamiliar city and scenery, surrounded by unknown languages. I thought of home and my aging parents. Loneliness and homesickness surged within me, and even I, usually carefree, found myself in tears.
