The Little Childhood Friend in a Female-Dominated World (ChatGPT Translated)

1. Recovering from a serious illness

In the midst of the cold winter, after the wind and snow had passed, the next morning, one could see rows of icicles hanging from the eaves of the corridor. In the winter sunlight, they sparkled and gleamed, looking particularly beautiful.

As the weather gradually cleared up, the sun appeared, a rare sight.

Xu Mu, who had just recovered from a serious illness, still had a somewhat pale complexion. His once fair and tender face, which used to be as delicate as fresh lychee, now appeared dry. Only his pair of grape-like black eyes shone brightly against his pale face, staring unblinkingly at the rows of icicles in the corridor below.

In previous winters, Lu Feng always enjoyed reaching for those icicles, holding them secretively in her hand and telling him they were sweet and delicious, making him envious yet unwilling to taste.

Her earnestness made Xu Mu, who was initially skeptical, itch with curiosity. It felt as if he had been lightly teased by a cat's paw; not being able to taste it made him uncomfortable.

When no one was around, Xu Mu sneakily tugged at Lu Feng's sleeve, his eyes eagerly fixed on the icicles in her hand, resembling a little dog wagging its tail at the sight of a bone, utterly shameless.

Lu Feng raised her arm, holding the icicles higher in her hand to prevent him from snatching them. She solemnly warned, "This thing is cold. If you taste it, you'll get a stomachache."

Xu Mu struggled between the desire to satisfy his curiosity and the fear of stomachache. Before he could make a decision, Lu Feng took a bite of an icicle, held it in her mouth, then reached out and lifted his chin while he wasn't paying attention, feeding it to him.

The chilly ice was shoved into his mouth with her tongue. Xu Mu shivered from the cold, trying to push it out with his tongue, but she pressed the back of his head with her hand, sealing the gap between their lips firmly.

As the ice melted amidst their entangled lips and tongues, the mixture of saliva that he couldn't swallow flowed down his mouth, making him blush with embarrassment and reach out to pinch Lu Feng's waist.

Clearly wanting to kiss him, she had to make an excuse with the icicles and lie to him that they were sweet.

With the successful stolen kiss, Lu Feng hugged Xu Mu's waist with one hand, and with the other, she wiped away the water stains at the corner of his mouth. She smiled, lowered her head to touch his forehead, satisfied, rubbing against him lightly, and whispered, "Indeed, they are sweet."

She licked her lips in a lingering manner, causing Xu Mu's face to flush and his heart to race.

Back then, before they were married, he always thought that such sweet days would be abundant in the future. It would have been better to restrain himself before getting married to avoid gossip. If he had known that their happy moments after marriage would be so brief, Xu Mu would have let her kiss him, let her hold him, before they tied the knot...

When news of Lu Feng's death reached him from the borderlands, Xu Mu didn't know what expression he had on his face. He just felt like his body had suddenly plunged into an ice cellar, his mind blank.

They had just gotten married, hadn't had enough intimacy, hadn't had children yet. How could she be so heartless as to leave him behind?

. . .

That feeling of despair surged up from the bottom of his heart again, hot air rushing to his eyes. In Xu Mu's pitch-black eyes, a mist instantly rose, blurring his vision.

The icicles hanging from the eaves merged with the snow-white roof outside, becoming blurry water droplets in Xu Mu's eyes. Aching in his chest, Xu Mu tilted his head back and pounded his fist against his chest, trying to catch his breath. Tears fell, dripping onto the cotton jacket in front of his chest, dampening a small area.