Chapter 6 chapter Five

Leo woke up with a high fever and a splitting headache.He forced himself to get out of bed, and went to the cook after inspecting the mules. He had already started preparing breakfast, and Leo ordered a cup of black tea. Cook Sayhan looked at him sadly.Sayhan was originally employed by an officer's family to accompany them to Chitra Fortress, and three days ago Leo had hired the entire suite, including the cook.Even so, Leo already knew that Saihan found him difficult to serve, as he was used to serving Brits with strong stomachs, and the previous owner always brought a plate full of fried fish, egg rolls, and lentil soup with him early in the morning before he left for the road. Rice, plus biscuits and jam, all eaten without leaving a scrap.

Leo also had the same appetite when he and his godfather went hunting in Kashmir before. God, has eleven years passed?At that time, his unusually strong appetite always moved the cook to tears. For God’s sake, when he was on his way alone with Gilgit’s guide Fanfeng Sulu, if he saw Sayhan’s breakfast battle, he would overeat until he passed out.But since last week, he has been losing his appetite. He managed a few mouthfuls of oatmeal.Seeing that the tea was no longer hot, he poured out three painkillers and swallowed it with a big mouthful of tea. what is that? He looks up.He didn't hear her approach.She was wearing a fitted dark gray dress.Ebene is always so neat and tidy, even in the wilderness.

what is what?He stood up from the folding chair. The medicine you just took. hair tonic. What? It was Will's hair tonic.You remember my brother Will?Will's hair looks great, and people often ask him his secret to maintaining it.Well, these pills are his secret recipe. She looked suspicious.Why do you need to take hair tonic?Your hair is fine. To prevent baldness of course. His eloquence made her angry.Baldness cannot be prevented.It's better to take more medicine to strengthen the embankment in your heart and resist the surging emotional waves. He laughed, and even though he was eloquent, she always had a way of seeing what he was doing.

They could have been happy. What's wrong?she asked in a low voice. It's all right, he replied softly.It's just that I forgot that you are very good at making me laugh, that's all. Her reaction was to slowly sweep down her eyelashes.When she looked up again, her face became as expressionless as plaster. fortress.He had seen this expression too many times when they were husband and wife.The fortress represented Benny to close the door of her heart and hide in the depths of her heart.He hated the look.Marriage means two people sharing a damned fortress, and the poor knightly husband shouldn't be wandering around the gates without being able to get in.

Maybe it's a headache, maybe it's because the fever is getting worse, and the painkillers I just took haven't worked, or maybe it's sleepiness that has finally overwhelmed my judgment.Anyway, he dropped the metal teacup, grabbed the front of her coat, and kissed her before she could cry out. That kiss is like the Vikings who came to the castle, burned, killed and looted, and snatched the princess from the castle.She tastes like tooth powder.His body changed.Since he first met people, the object of his desire has always been her, the girl who locked everything in her heart, secretly suffering, longing and mourning in utter loneliness.

She pushed him away hard.They look at each other.She was panting, and it took him a moment to realize that it was him. She opened her mouth and closed it again.When she was able to speak, she just said that you have a fever, very hot. tell him.I've always wanted to burn down your fortress. After saying these triumphant words, it should have been an excellent time to exit gracefully.But a wave of dizziness overwhelmed him.He saw strange sights, patches of yellow and green drifting across his eyes. What's the matter with you, Leo?She yelled, her voice felt so far away. He swayed.She held him, arms with incredible strength.

He started shaking violently. He was in Princeton, the weather was freezing cold, and the central boiler that supplied the hot water to heat the classrooms had exploded and malfunctioned.In front of him, rows of students wrapped in layers of scarves and thick coats waited for him to speak with a uniquely American enthusiasm.For this day, they prepared for the whole semester, and finally entered the world of calculus to redefine their understanding of quantity, cardinality and vector. He begins to lecture.Calculations are written on the blackboard, and gloved hands trace the sinuous symbols of higher mathematics with chalk.But that's just mechanical action.After the new year, she will leave the United States. This time she will go to India. The Boudoir Mission has been in urgent need of female doctors to serve women who cannot leave the boudoir.

He didn't understand why everyone felt it necessary to tell him where she was.If he still wanted to know her whereabouts, he would have prevented her from annulling the marriage in the first place. God, it's cold.His hands were shaking.He couldn't even understand what he wrote.That's an s?or a?How could he get it mixed up? No, he is not cold.He was dying of heat.He's not in America, but on the dunes of Tunisia, waiting for the day to pass when it's hot enough to melt mercury.He went out with a classmate from Cambridge, whose father happened to be the French colonial governor in the area, and they lay in a Bedouin tent talking.Why geometry?Geometry of course.Otherwise, how would human beings find out the shape of the universe?

What if the shape of the universe can never be found? Still very useful.Nothing wins the hearts of serious beauties like advanced mathematics, he said with a laugh. However, even in the desert there is no such thirst.And it was so hot, as if he had been thrown outside the tent to be baked by the scorching sun.he howled.His head hurts like a bad hangover. He knew where he was now.He was ten years old and had a fever and delirium from a snake bite.Because the girl wielding a scalpel in the manor next door fascinated him.For three afternoons straight he hid in a tree and watched her dissect a grouse, a pair of pheasants, and a trout.On the fourth day she did not come.When he came down from the tree, he accidentally stepped on a plated snake.

Too hot, too hot.Someone raised his head and brought something cool to his lips.He has absolutely no idea what he should do. Drink fast, the man said. He still doesn't understand. A minute later, water dripped into his mouth and he was spoon-fed.He'd thought any liquid would evaporate as soon as it touched him, but clear water pooled comfortably in the back of his mouth. swallow. He does. But the next thing that went in his mouth he didn't like at all, that pill was bitterer than all the injustices in the world.He spit it out immediately. Leo, you stupid brain.If you had been honest about your condition earlier, I could have given you quinine earlier.You have a fever of 40 degrees, you'd better take your medicine quickly.

Damn, it can't be malaria, can it?He and Quinine have a deep feud.After a week in India he stopped taking quinine to prevent malaria infection because it made him sick. Leo, don't be stupid.She forced the pill between his teeth. If ever there was a cure more painful than the disease itself, it would be quinine.He would not budge to the death.She tried desperately to break his teeth, only to sigh in vain. If you won't cooperate, I'll have to give it rectally. he laughed.Want to go through the back door?He said. At least he said it in his heart. Don't think I dare not, she threatened. He didn't care at all.If the pill came in by the back door, he wouldn't have to taste that.That's not bad either. She sighed dejectedly.You must take quinine, Leo. He ignored it.Several coolies chatted in the distance.The cook was clearing away cooking utensils, pots and pans were clanging.A gust of wind rattled the tent. Then he went back to twenty-four.His wedding night.He slept with her for the first time, and while desperately wanting to be liberated, his heart died bit by bit. He had seen her doubts during the wedding and at the dinner that followed.He understands premarital dread.It happened to him before going to France, when he realized that he was about to make a lifelong vow to none other than Ebene, and everyone but himself thought he was crazy for deciding to marry her . Out of panic and confusion, he did a stupid thing.But at least that stupid thing helped to clear his mind that he wanted Bernie, always had, and it didn't matter what other people thought. He must reassure her that she made the right choice and that they made the right choice.He wants to seduce her patiently and gently, pamper and cherish her. If he is a woman, he absolutely hopes that Chu Ye can have this kind of treatment.Afterwards, when she fell asleep, he would hold her in his arms, silently celebrating his good fortune, to be able to hold his beloved in his arms. But he didn't expect her to be like this: lying stiff like a log, gnashing her teeth, turning her head to the side desperately, so hard that veins popped out on her neck. He tried his best to relieve her discomfort at the first night, trying to give her pleasure.But nothing works. His own orgasm took control of him.He releases in her.It's a pity that the pleasure was eroded by the growing depression in my heart.He hugged her after he backed away, hoping for some comfort in the warmth and intimacy of being close to her body, even though they were both in pajamas.She asked not to remove the clothes completely, because it was her first time, and he didn't want to rush it, so he agreed. I'm sleepy, she said. It took him a minute to realize that she was ordering him to go back to his room. Any questions, Bernie? It's all right, she said succinctly.no problem.I just want to sleep. He wanted to give her a kiss before he left, but she covered her lips.Didn't I say I had a summer cold?I don't want to infect you. He tried to reassure himself.It was her first night after all.It's just that the newlyweds are nervous.no big deal.She just needs a few days to get used to it, that's all. However, when he left her bedroom with heavy steps, there was only one thought in his mind: what if it wasn't?What if it's always like this? If I kiss you, will you take medicine obediently? The question jolted him out of a near-comatose state.What?He asked inarticulately due to his weakness, unable to even open his eyes. If I kiss you, will you take medicine obediently? He was twenty-eight years old, and he was lying in a tent with severe malaria on the road northwest of the Lowari Pass.The woman who had been his wife wondered if a kiss as a bribe would convince him to save her life. You have to kiss me seriously, he said. In his mind, quinine was God's shit, and he didn't want to swallow the damn thing for a sisterly peck. She cupped his face in her hands.Her breath blew on his face, messy and smelling of tooth powder.She gently rubbed her lips against his, pure as an Easter bunny playing on the grass. Suddenly, her tongue entered his mouth.His reactions were equally quick.In the blink of an eye, she was already crushed under him.Her taste is so sweet, so sweet, pure and delicious.Her body he longed for her so intensely, like hellfire. She trembles, his little heaven.So cold, so distant, loving yet contemptuous.He would worship her if she allowed it.It's a pity she would never allow it, right?She will always keep him thousands of miles away, standing proudly on the cold high platform, ignoring the painful struggle of a small human being like him. She holds his shoulders.He thought she was going to push him away, but instead of pushing him away, she stroked his cheek with her palm.He was lost. He lifted her skirt, freed himself from the trousers, and pushed himself into her body in one fell swoop.The pleasure, my God, the pleasure was blinding him.He can't see, hear, or speak, he can only feel.Yes, she was heaven, his heaven.He had never enjoyed such a sharp pleasure, nor had he felt such a heart-wrenching comfort.He shivered and released violently in her body, the hot and dark eruption, and he still refused to give up after squeezing everything out of him. Extreme burnout sets in.He could barely breathe, let alone move.When she left, he only had a vague feeling. She stuffed the quinine between his lips.You promised, her voice trembled. He swallowed the pill, drank the water she brought, and poured it back onto the pillow. He was twenty-eight, his marriage had been annulled three years ago, and he had just taken Bernie. She was shocked. He was in a state of delirium, babbling about incomprehensible mathematical theories.She was so angry and worried that if he continued to refuse to take the medicine, she would literally insert the pill through the rectum. Then he called her name, over and over.Benny, Benny, baby.What's the matter with you, Bernie?She sensed that he was still delirious, unresponsive to her answers, and for a moment his dazed state of calling her name over and over became painfully sweet music, songs, and spells. The idea of ​​kissing him to take his pills seemed reasonable, after all he had kissed her just before the malaria outbreak.She hadn't expected a kiss to arouse his wild desire at all.One moment she was still supporting his shoulders, the next moment she was already lying under him, and the next moment he was completely inside her body, and his joy made him breathe heavily. It was unbelievable that he could do such a thing with such a serious condition, but her shock was not caused by it.It's because she not only allowed him, but even got pleasure from such a short and exciting combination, even if it wasn't perfect, at least it was extremely strong. Not only that, but she wants more.