If You Are a Dodder Flower

Part 39

During his life, Cao Yang had given a physical "sex education" to quite a number of adult women. However, he'd never given a lecture to a minor before...

He didn't know where to start. Translated by The Novelst

Xia Rou calmed down before he could decide what to tell her. However, it was clear that awkwardness and embarrassment had overcome her.

She tried to hide this by rubbing her eyes, wondering how to dissolve the awkward air. As she looked anywhere but at him, she unintentionally glanced at his waist, surprised at what she found there.

She quickly knelt down and pulled his shirt out of his pants.

Her slightly cold, soft hand touched his waist.

He was quite sensitive there, and combined with the activities that he'd just completed, the feeling remained in his body.

At the sensation of a womanly touch, Cao Yang trembled.

His face darkened.

"Xia Rou!" he shouted. He didn't know what she was playing at.

He grasped her hands tightly so she couldn't touch him.

"Big brother... This.. This is from last year?" Xia Rou asked with difficulty.

He realized what was happening. Only then did he release her hands to touch the old scar at his waist.

"Yes," he said, frowning. "It's only a scar from an old bullet wound. Don't look."

The scarring was intimidating to look at. That was why when Xia Rou had asked to see it when he first returned, he had refused. He was worried it might scare her.

Xia Rou was frightened by the scar, just as he had thought. The tears she had suppressed began to fall once more.

Cao Yang was conflicted - he still had a headache from this mess, but he was confused.

At least the reason she was crying was because she cared for her big brother, which was much better than her crying because she had witnessed that very same big brother doing something embarrassing, right?

The awkward atmosphere had mostly dissipated. Cao Yang was happy to smooth the matter over just like that.

Though he feared neither heaven nor God, thinking about giving The Talk to Xia Rou made his scalp go numb.

He couldn't stop the corner of his mouth from curving up, ever so slightly.

"Don't cry," he said, patting her head.

Obviously, her eyes were filled with fright and a complex mix of emotions he couldn't understand. Compared to how she had sobbed earlier, the quiet tears she spilled now hurt his heart.

"What should I do? I'm ugly now. I might not be able to find a wife," he joked deliberately.

Xia Rou heard the words, responding instinctively, "That's not possible."

"There are so many women who want to marry you!" she continued.

That was right - many women wanted to marry him. After looking around here and there, he picked the best option most suited to him in the end. In the beginning he treated his wife with respect, but as their relationship cooled, they ended up parting ways.

She remembered the day he had finalized his divorced. He had run to her apartment to look for her, but to this day she didn't know what he was going to ask her.

His expression had turned very ugly after he had seen Cao An. He left after that without saying a word.

Even until she died, she didn't know what he wanted to say.