My Wife is My Life

Chapter 35

Ji Qingqing was truly fed up with him. "Even if you're seriously ill, it doesn't mean I have to go along with your unreasonable whims. I won't let you continue to toy with me for your amusement like yesterday. I definitely won't call you hub..."

At the critical moment, Ji Qingqing stopped herself in time and swallowed down the second syllable of hubby.

"Hub what?"

"You can't fool me. I said I won't call you that again." Ji Qingqing stood up. "Give up on that idea and stop wasting your efforts. Sleep well.”

Why was he even thinking about stuff like hubby and wifey. He was going to die soon. He was so tiring to deal with.

Ji Qingqing shivered. Just as she was about to leave the room, Lu Lixing grabbed her wrist.

She helplessly looked at Lu Lixing, "Mr. Lu, do you need something?"

-- "Imminent death warning: five more minutes left."

Lu Lixing took a deep breath to calm himself down. "Have you heard of this poem?"

"What poem?"

"Her fingers were like the blades of the young white-grass;

Her skin was like congealed ointment;

Her neck was like the tree-grub;

Her teeth were like melon seeds;

Her forehead cicada-like;

Her eyebrows like [the antenne of] the silkworm moth;

What dimples, as she artfully smiled!

How lovely her eyes, with the black and white so well defined!"

(T/N: Translation taken from en.wiktionary.org. This poem sounds a lot prettier in Chinese. )

"Isn't that an excerpt from a poem from Book of Songs? What about it?”

"Do you know the meaning of the poem?"

"Yeah." Ji Qingqing didn't know why Lu Lixing was interest in discussing ancient poetry with her. "The full poem is in defense of Zhuang Jiang, Wei Zhuanggong's wife. The part that you quoted is saying her fingers are delicate and tender and that her skin is as white as congealed ointment. Her neck is white and elegant like tree-grub, her teeth is neat and beautiful like melon seeds, her forehead is developed, her eyebrows are slender. When she smiles..."

Lu Lixing opened his eyes and interrupted her, "I feel that this poem is equally suitable to describe you."

Ji Qingqing slightly froze in surprise. "Me?"

Even after thinking it over, Ji Qingqing was still puzzled. Lu Lixing was so strange. What was going on? What was his intention in saying this? Why did he suddenly say this to her apropos of nothing?

"Have you ever paid attention to your eyes?"

Ji Qingqing blinked.

Lu Lixing looked at her bright eyes. "They're very beautiful."

Ji Qingqing blushed slightly. "Oh... really? Thank you."

Lu Lixing looked away from her eyes and to her straight nose. After a pause, he went down her face as if he was examining a painting. Carefully, bit by bit, he looked over her face. He didn't miss any part as he engraved the image of her face in his mind.

After five seconds of silence, Lu Lixing tried to speak again. "Do you know what kind of women that men like?"

Ji Qingqing thought it over. "A woman like Shen Weiwei?" Piteous, weak, and helpless.  Someone that could evoke a man's desire to protect.

"No, it's someone like you."

Ji Qingqing was stunned.

Was she really that attractive?

"Are you okay?" Ji Qingqing saw him closing his eyes. His breathing had gotten heavier too. It looked as if he was going to pass away at any second. She nervously said, "Let's stop this discussion. You should properly rest."

-- "Imminent death warning: three more minutes left."

Lu Lixing opened his eyes and looked at Ji Qingqing. He gave up on resisting. "It looks as if your eyes contain a beautiful landscape. Your red lips have a magical power. Your beauty can cause people to lose their appetite in depression and unable to fall asleep each night! When men see you, many of them will think about how they can get you."

Ji Qingqing shivered. Goosebumps rose up.

Had Lu Lixing gone crazy?

Why would he suddenly say such nonsense?

"Are you feeling okay?"