The two used the excuse of recuperating; by day they quarreled in the house, and by night they fought in bed. After a month of such noisy living, Jade Guanyin’s friend brought another piece of news.
That afternoon, Xiao Ma was lying flat on the bed, stretching his arm muscles with a dumbbell, when Jade Guanyin limped into the room. Leaning against the doorframe, she said to him, “There is news of Xia Liu Yi. He has returned to Hong Kong.”
The dumbbell froze mid-air as Xiao Ma slowly turned his head to look at her.
“Are you going to tell him you’re still alive? Are you going back?” Jade Guanyin asked bluntly.
Xiao Ma remained silent for a long time.
If he reported his safety, he would inevitably have to explain the circumstances of his survival. If he returned to Hong Kong, what would happen to Jade Guanyin? Would he take her back? What would the Big Boss do with her?
He remained silent until late into the night, staring motionlessly at the ceiling. Jade Guanyin lay beside him, her breathing as steady as if she were asleep. In the darkness, Xiao Ma suddenly rolled onto her—her eyes shimmered in the dark; she was not sleeping either.
Xiao Ma roughly grabbed her hair, lowered his head, and kissed her deeply.
……
He pinned her against the headboard and entered her fiercely , kneading her forcefully as he fucked her with all his might, slapping her buttocks hard. Her perky, snowy-white buttocks writhed in ripples, leaving behind one red mark after another as they gradually became swollen under his blows. With her masochistic constitution, she lolled her tongue out and let out high-pitched moans, each cry seductive to the bone, like a soul-stealing vixen. He squeezed her throat to silence her; the pleasure of asphyxiation caused her lower body to arch high, and she ejaculated on her own without even being touched.
They tumbled from late night until dawn. Jade Guanyin was fucked until she was crying and screaming, the tear stains on her face drying and wetting again. Her breasts were covered in crisscrossing tooth marks, and her two nipples were bitten until they looked like red grapes. Her lower member was as limp as a soft worm; no matter how rudely Second Lord Ma teased it, it could no longer get hard. Finally, she was fucked until she was shivering and urinated. She lay on the bed with a vacant expression, her body drenched as if pulled from the water, yet she still stuck out her buttocks and gripped Second Lord Ma tightly without letting go.
Second Lord Ma got out of bed and carried her into the bathroom, where he pinned her down on the floor for another round. Jade Guanyin lay on the ground like a dog, being lunged into over and over by the collisions. Her waist was too weak to straighten, and she could do nothing but cry and moan with a voice as thin as a mosquito’s buzz. In a daze, she was lifted again and pressed against the wall, her legs leaving the ground as she was thrust into, the entire weight of her body resting on that flesh pestle inside her buttocks.
They tumbled from late night until dawn. She let out a final trembling gasp and fainted from exhaustion.
……
In the afternoon, she woke to the sound of insects and birds. Staring blankly out the window, she recalled the details of last night’s “overturning phoenix and dragon”—the fierce and intoxicated expression on Xiao Ma’s face amidst the surging waves, sweat dripping from his heroic, rugged face onto her forehead… her face flushed and her heart raced.
Back then, when Xia Liu Yi had brought a few bodyguards to meet Golden Maitreya, she had realized at a glance that one of the scarred thugs was no ordinary bodyguard, but a small-time leader brought along to take over. She had intentionally approached them to size them up. The thug looked fierce, but his gaze couldn’t help but stray to her chest; yet, when she threw a flirtatious glance, he quickly averted his eyes, feigning indifference. Looking him over, she felt that among all the men she had seen, he appeared to have the strongest waist and kidneys, a large organ, and great skill. She had pinned him down and stripped him right then—he was indeed extraordinary…
Comparing the past to the present, she felt that last night’s “breakup sex” had been quite thorough, so she wasn’t so bothered by Xiao Ma’s departure. Curling her body up and silently rubbing her eyes, which were red and swollen from crying, she lay for a while longer before getting out of bed to find something to eat in the kitchen.
To her surprise, she saw Xiao Ma leaning unsteadily against his waist in the kitchen, watching over a pot of plain porridge.
Xiao Ma looked back and was equally surprised!
Xiao Ma had worked hard all night, nearly exhausting his essence until death, before finally feeding this insatiable enchantress into a faint. He had smugly expected Jade Guanyin to be bedridden for three days so he could mock her in revenge, but instead, she had risen full of energy after only a few hours of sleep. Conversely, he was the one suffering from excessive loss of essence, with a sore waist and trembling legs.
“Are you the reincarnation of a snake spirit?!” he cursed at Jade Guanyin. “Get back to bed!”
Jade Guanyin stood at the kitchen door without moving, asking blankly, “Aren’t you leaving?”
“Leave for what?” Xiao Ma turned around, tasted the porridge, and said nonchalantly, “Didn’t you say you’d get lost once your injuries were healed? Your injuries aren’t healed yet.”
Jade Guanyin stood frozen in place. Her leg injury involved the nerves; it might never heal in her lifetime. By saying this, was Xiao Ma planning to stay and accompany her for the rest of his life?
“……”
“Fuck! What are you doing! Go away, go away, don’t—don’t touch me, are you crazy! I can’t get it up anymore! Let go! Ahhh! Damn it, you monster…”
Xiao Ma screamed as she pounced on him on the counter for another round, being squeezed into medicine dregs and collapsing onto the sofa in silent tears with a sore back and waist. Jade Guanyin brought out the cooked porridge; he slumped on the sofa, cursing weakly, “Damn it, I’m not living with you anymore. Do you survive by sucking out a man’s essence…”
Jade Guanyin set down the porridge and giggled as she threw herself into his arms, rubbing her face against his stubbled chin. Clutching his waist like a “little bird relying on a person”, she said, “Big Brother Ma”
“What Big Brother Ma! You’re older than me! You old hussy!” Xiao Ma gave her a push.
Jade Guanyin was only three months older than him, but her skin was three inches thicker; she remained unmoved, acting flirtatiously on him. “I’ll go have the surgery, Big Brother Ma, to be your woman.”
“Don’t fill your head with nonsense,” Xiao Ma slapped the back of her head. “I only want you to be healthy. I don’t care if you’re a man, a woman, or what.” The thought of cutting off the wee-wee made his balls ache again.
Jade Guanyin lay in his arms silently, and after a while, she began to tease him again. Xiao Ma cursed and put up a desperate resistance, and the two made a mess on the sofa.
……
But Xiao Ma eventually left. Two months later, news came from Hong Kong that Xiao Qi Hall had been cordoned off by the police, Xia Liu Yi was missing, and Cui Dong Dong had committed suicide by self-detonation while resisting arrest.
After learning this news, Jade Guanyin leaned on the balcony and smoked for an entire afternoon.
Xiao Ma had eaten lunch, put on a large straw hat, and excitedly set out with a fishing rod to go fishing, returning only at dusk. Upon entering the house, he smelled a scorched stench. “Jade Guanyin, you bastard! You burned the rice again! Is your brain made of pig shit?! Do you want to eat the bottom of the pot for dinner?!”
Jade Guanyin stubbed out her last cigarette and calmly walked off the balcony. Xiao Ma angrily grabbed her collar, but she easily threw him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw. They fought a fierce battle, but the outcome was decided in less than two rounds—Xiao Ma was pinned against the wall with his arm twisted behind him, wailing at the top of his lungs: “The hand, the hand! It’s going to break! You’re murdering your husband!”
She let go of him. While rubbing his wrist, he shamelessly remained stubborn, “You’re just taking advantage of the fact that I can’t bring myself to hit you!”
Jade Guanyin made a move to strike again. Xiao Ma, a “great man who can bend and stretch”, quickly bolted to the kitchen. “Wait, wait, wait, Little Sister Yu, it doesn’t matter if the rice is burned. Big Brother Ma will go stew some fish soup for you! Hehehe!”
Jade Guanyin limped into the kitchen after him, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed to watch him. Xiao Ma, deftly gutting the fish, grumbled his reasoning to her. “Haven’t you learned that old Chinese saying: ‘A gentleman uses his mouth, not his hands’? Big Brother Ma scolding you just now was ‘using his mouth.’ It’s not good for you to ‘use your hands’ on Big Brother Ma. Big Brother Ma is so good to you, do you have no shame? Wasn’t it because you said you wanted fish that I squatted by the river all afternoon? I come back and can’t even get a hot meal—do you have the heart?”
“If something happened to Xia Liu Yi, would you go back?”
Xiao Ma, holding a live fish with hands full of scales and slime, turned to look at her. “What?”
Jade Guanyin didn’t follow up for a long time, simply looking at him. Xiao Ma threw the fish into the sink, put down the knife, and asked again cautiously and seriously, “What did you just say?”
Jade Guanyin knew his answer. She had no intention of hiding it from Xiao Ma—she had the impulse, but not the plan. The world was like a Shura Field to her—full of brutal suffering and constant struggle—and Xiao Ma was her only light. If she deceived him and he found out one day… she didn’t want to see his expression then.
She looked into Xiao Ma’s eyes and said, “Xiao Qi Hall has run into trouble. You should go.”
Xiao Ma found it hard to believe, but Jade Guanyin was not the type of person to joke about such things. “What happened?”
“I’m not sure, but I heard Xia Liu Yi is missing, and your Deputy Hall Master is dead.”
Xiao Ma’s face turned cold, and the blood throughout his body went chilly. He looked down at his trembling fingertips—Cui Dong Dong is dead?!
He instinctively paced a few steps, thought for a moment, and said, “What about you? What will you do?”
“I cannot go with you,” Jade Guanyin said. “Khun Zhang and the Interpol are both looking for me. My appearance would only harm your Xiao Qi Hall.” Besides, if Xia Liu Yi was still alive, he certainly wouldn’t be happy to see her, and she didn’t want to put Xiao Ma in a difficult position between her and Xia Liu Yi.
Xiao Ma was momentarily at a loss, pacing back and forth. He had to go back, but he couldn’t leave Jade Guanyin behind. He opened his mouth several times, hesitating, until Jade Guanyin spoke for him. “Go. I will wait for you here.”
“Can you… can you take care of yourself?”
“I’m not a child,” Jade Guanyin said. Seeing Xiao Ma’s look of anxiety and disdain—a look that said “you don’t even know how to cook”—she curled her lip and added, “I’ll hire a servant.”
Xiao Ma felt slightly more at ease, yet remained restless—the news of Xia Liu Yi’s disappearance and Cui Dong Dong’s death tormented him.
He didn’t even have the mood for a “farewell sex” session. That night, Jade Guanyin teased him with her lips and tongue for a long time, but she couldn’t pique Second Lord Ma’s interest. Xiao Ma reached out to pull her into his arms and stroked down—she wasn’t hard either.
He took Jade Guanyin’s mouth and kissed her tenderly, his heart filled with soft affection. He knew Jade Guanyin couldn’t bear to let him go. From the moment he jumped off the cliff, he had never doubted his own sincerity. From the moment he saw Jade Guanyin’s tears, he had never doubted hers—before Jade Guanyin, he had nothing but a piece of sincerity and a wretched life, without even a “fig leaf” to hide his heart. If Jade Guanyin didn’t love him, why else would she be with him?
In the early hours of the morning, Xiao Ma got out of bed to pack his luggage, picking out a piece of clothing and taking the fake passport that Jade Guanyin had someone deliver last night. He stood by the bed, looking at Jade Guanyin who was pretending to sleep with her eyes closed, leaned down to kiss her on the lips, and turned to leave.
……
Three months later, he returned to Thailand and pushed open the doors of the suburban house. Stagnant air swirled with dust. The building was empty, with cobwebs silently forming. He searched upstairs and down, eventually finding a note beneath the pillow in the bedroom.
“My injuries are healed. Take care. Xiao Yu.” Below it was a faint, dull lip print.
Jade Guanyin had fulfilled her promise; from that day on, she vanished from his life and never appeared again.
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