Parting Is a Lasting Affection

After the afternoon military training, Liu Chang'an went to find An Nuan. Today, Professor Liu Yuewang had once again personally prepared a meal at home and asked An Nuan to take Liu Chang'an to eat.

Ordering food personally and having it delivered means preparing it personally – isn't that the same thing? Everyone understood and accepted it, and felt her warmth, even feeling naturally moved.

Walking down the street, I saw a robust man in his early thirties holding a one-year-old boy in his arms, laughing and playing under the shade of a tree. A young woman in a white dress, looking even younger, followed behind with a slight smile. Their steps were dappled with sunlight and shadows, creating a vivid image of a happy family.

An Nuan sighed softly.

"At this moment, a beautiful young girl walking beside her boyfriend should have blushing cheeks, wondering if this is what she will look like in the future. Why are you sighing?" Liu Chang'an asked, pinching An Nuan's earlobe.

An Nuan's earlobes are soft and tender, and quite fun to play with.

Ultimately, it wasn't a special atmosphere or environment, and the laughter in public didn't cause An Nuan's earlobes much intense or unbearable stimulation. She only blushed slightly and pinched his fingers. "I was just casually flipping through a book at noon and read Yu Dafu's 'A Person on the Road.' It made me feel terrible. I just saw that family of three, and it reminded me of it again!"

Young girls are always sentimental. Yu Dafu's article is about recalling his child's serious illness. Most people who become parents find it hard to finish reading this article. Even if a soft-hearted and gentle girl like An Nuan doesn't have the faults of those melodramatic female writers, she is still a sentimental girl with an exceptionally soft heart.

"Because human life is short, it's easy for us to experience a lot of emotions, which leads to writing poetry and prose." Liu Chang'an sighed softly. "Someone like me, who takes life and death lightly and finds parting to be a long-lasting emotion, occasionally wants to write some poems or prose, but I always find it difficult to find the right words. So I like to read what others have written, to feel some emotions that I can't feel or that are very faint, to maintain my normal state of mind, and to make it easier to integrate into and experience the lives of normal people."

"Take life and death lightly, parting is a sign of enduring affection." An Nuan shifted her attention, immediately becoming indignant. "I don't care, if I get sick and you come to see me still with that same indifferent attitude, I'll sit up in a panic on my deathbed and use my last moments of lucidity to write a scathing critique of you, maybe it'll even be remembered for a thousand years."

"Children say the darndest things." Liu Chang'an reached out and grabbed at the air, then quickly pretended to stuff it back into An Nuan's mouth. "I've taken it back."

An Nuan chuckled, no longer dwelling on the depression that article had caused her. After all, it was someone else's feeling; it's painful to empathize, but she could control herself from thinking about it.

"Guess what kind of trouble my mom is up to today?" An Nuan stuffed Liu Chang'an's right hand into her pocket, then put her own hand in her arm and linked it with his.

"We'll see how things go. You should just drink your soup as usual. At worst, you'll get another good afternoon nap." Liu Chang'an didn't think much of it. Professor Liu Yuewang was actually very easy to get along with; she was just trying to drug people, steal things, and was good at staging accidents.

An Nuan was letting Liu Chang'an guess, but she herself knew, "This madam likes to argue with me all the time. After she heard that you examined me, she insisted that you examine her too before she would feel at ease."

"I didn't bring a magnifying glass."

"She actually still wants to compete with me; I have one of those high-powered magnifying glasses at home."

"Actually, the term 'mama-san' is also often used to refer to a madam."

"That's not what I meant. I was referring to annoying middle-aged and elderly women."

Liu Chang'an didn't find Liu Yuewang to be an annoying middle-aged woman; she was clearly just a cute young girl with too many ideas.

"In Japan, very few brothel owners actually do it well. The most promising career for brothel owners was in Rome times. For example, high-class prostitutes, the delicatae, often had access to politics. These prostitutes, after retiring, could still wield even greater influence as brothel owners... However, this profession ultimately relies on men, so there's nothing new about it. What's more memorable is that in Rome times, almost any woman was willing to become a prostitute. For instance, cake sellers were called elicariae; they shaped cakes into the forms of male and female genitalia and sold them at temple gates for people to offer as sacrifices, while also working as prostitutes themselves... Then there were bustuariae, who lived near cemeteries, cleaning graves or handling the dead, and also entertaining clients. They could even help some clients with unusual tastes find something new..."

"Shut up!" An Nuan quickly covered Liu Chang'an's mouth. She was most afraid of this guy's extensive knowledge in this area. He spoke fluently, like a male anchor in a documentary, but the content he said was hard for normal people to watch. In comparison, it felt very perverted.

Liu Chang'an bit An Nuan's finger again. An Nuan rolled her eyes at him, took his hand out of her pocket, wiped the back of his hand, and then gently bit it.

"Where are the teeth marks?" An Nuan did see a little moisture, but no teeth marks.

"It's all saliva, disgusting." Liu Chang'an pulled his hand back when he saw she was about to take another bite.

You dare call me disgusting!

Saliva is disgusting!

"You didn't say that before."

That's because I want to trick you into kissing me.

An Nuan bounced up to show her anger, her cheeks flushed as she glared at him. "How annoying!"

"What I'm referring to is the subtle bioelectricity generated by the touch and friction of the lips, the exchange of saliva mixed with shed cells, enzymes, and food residue from the upper oral cavity, and the tongue covered with tiny taste buds, as if two brushes are brushing each other."

"This has little to do with saliva!"

"Idiot, I'm asking for a kiss."

"Ugh... how can you do this..."

An Nuan's words were cut off. Liu Chang'an put his arm around her slender waist and pulled the girl's soft body into his arms. He felt her chest rise and fall as she tried to speak and her body leaning back. He gently caught the tip of her tongue, which trembled slightly between her lips.

Liu Chang'an didn't kiss her for long. An Nuan's cheeks flushed red as she pulled Liu Chang'an into a path lined with bamboo on both sides, avoiding the stares of passersby who might notice them.

"You always kiss me in public," An Nuan complained sweetly. Actually, there were only people far away on the road, and the girl looked around anxiously before closing her eyes.

"Because if it were just the two of us, it might just spark a whirlwind of passion. A private environment gives humans a sense of security, and security is extremely important for human reproduction. Even now, more children are born in February and September because of the abundance of food, which provides a greater guarantee of safety for the outcome of reproduction. Therefore, when the psychological state of mind is that reproductive activity is safe in a private environment, two people are more likely to..."

"Shut up!"

"..."

"Stop pulling!"

"Good."

Liu Chang'an and An Nuan returned home just as the restaurant delivery person entered and was setting the table. Liu Chang'an and An Nuan looked at Liu Yuewang, Liu Yuewang tried to remain calm, making the atmosphere slightly awkward.

"Mom, thank you for preparing dinner." An Nuan was very grateful.

"Thank you." Liu Chang'an was very grateful. He was sincere. Whether she cooked or ordered the food herself, as long as there was something to eat, there was nothing to complain about.

"Perfect timing... hehe... Let's go wash our hands and eat." Liu Yuewang swayed her hips as she sat down.

"Next time I buy groceries, Liu Chang'an and I will cook," An Nuan suggested.

"Anything is fine, everything is fine."

After finishing her meal, An Nuan, as usual, tidied up the tableware and put it in the basket left at the restaurant entrance, then went to cut fruit.

Liu Yuewang wasn't planning to steal a phone today; she had more important things to do. She brewed a pot of tea for Liu Chang'an, then placed her hands on her knees, leaned forward slightly, and said in a gentle, submissive manner, "Chang'an, I heard you gave An Nuan a skin check?"

Liu Chang'an nodded. That was An Nuan's problem; she didn't want others to bother Liu Chang'an, but she couldn't help showing off.

But Liu Chang'an didn't mind; the girl he liked was simply adorable.

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Whether you give it to me or not, I'll still ask for it: monthly passes.