Chapter 131 Charming Villa

When hearing Mo Kun’s serious confession, Long Xi answered in a sincere way, “Brother Kun, you’re my only love in this life! You know, I like a poem that speaks about the oak tree, written by the famous contemporary poet Shu Ting. I can read it for you. The title is ‘Ode to the Oak’: If I love you, I will not show myself off on your high branches, like the scansorial Chinese trumpet creeper…”

Mo Kun curved the charming corner of his mouth happily, saying in a voice as mellow as wine, “Xixi, my little pepper, you’re so different from all the other women! Xixi, I like here so much. We can rent a house to live here for a month during our honeymoon. Do you like the idea?”

Long Xi made a face and said, “Marriage is the tomb of love. I don’t want to marry you so early! Besides, when did I agree to marry you?”

Mo Kun said with a smile, “If I am with you, who else would dare marry you? I think marriage is the evaluation of love. Who told you it was a tomb? Even if it is, I’d like to be buried with you!”

“Poof, don’t say these unlucky words.” Long Xi covered his mouth with her hand.

Looking at their lovely interaction, Paul and Jana could also feel their affection, even though they did not understand Chinese.

Then, the host and hostess showed them around the underground wine cellar. It was winding and maze-like, collecting nearly 50,000 bottles of champagne.

The hostess chose a long-standing pink champagne for the guests.

Pink champagne was a rare variety. She said, “I named this kind of champagne as ‘Pink Pretty Woman’.”

Paul raised his thumb to Mo Kun and said with a blunt Chinese, “Mr. Mo Kun, congratulations, you have two fabulous ‘Pink Pretty Women’.”

Grandma also answered humorously, “I am even more long-standing.”

Long Xi said with a smile, “The longer, the more precious!”

Jana was proud to say, “Only these produced in the Champagne Province can be really called champagne. Others are just sparkling wine.”

At dusk, everyone walked into the Renaissance-style dining hall in the villa. The warm sunlight crept in from the carved iron window.

They enjoyed a delicious meal and that bottle of pink champagne which smelled of almonds and cream, which also had a rich taste of fresh orange juice.

In the evening, the host arranged for them to live in a retro-style house, especially the small attic for Long Xi and Mo Kun. It was so beautiful!

The arched roof was made of old wooden beams, while the furniture and furnishings were classical and sophisticated. Hand-painted tiles were used on the walls, taking people back to the old days.

Long Xi stepped out after taking a shower, finding that Mo Kun was playing with something, so she went over.

It turned out that he was making a tulip with a frozen red chocolate ball, while using the green chocolate ball to make the leaves of the tulip.

He handed over the flower to Long Xi and said with a smile, “This is the flower that I’m sending to you!”

Long Xi was really touched! Her face instantly turned into a beautiful red rose. She lowered down her head, while her low-lying thick eyelashes were shivering.

At that moment, there was no such a better thing than a kiss!

During their kiss, she took the initiative to pull down Mo Kun’s silk pajamas, which slid to the ground like a sleek snakeskin, showing out his attractive nice figure.

She gently touched him and kissed him.

Mo Kun liked her initiative and giggled to say, “Your brother has a lollipop, which is sweet and hard. Do you wanna have a try? You have never tasted it before!”

“Lollipop? Uh, no, you’re so bad!” Long Xi said no, but her eyes moved towards his private parts.

Mo Kun’s lower part was raised high, which was very attractive to her!

Mo Kun’s voice was full of unlimited temptation as he said, “Help me! Use your tongue, will you?”

Long Xi squinted down with shyness…

“Harder, baby! It’s yours! It’s your slave, my master!” Mo Kun said and panted, while moving up and down in a rhythm, allowing her to feel his power.

Long Xi enhanced her strength…

After two and a half hours, both Lord Mo Kun and Long Xi enjoyed themselves to the fullest.

Mo Kun cleaned himself up and fell down straight on the dreamy big bed before drying his hair.

At the moment when he fell down on the bed, a voice was heard in Mo Kun’s mind, which said it was so awesome.

Long Xi was also tired but was not willing to sleep at once. She leaned against the window and looked at the beautiful scenery. That was a quiet village. A few fireflies flew slowly, while birds and insects joined the chorus.

A small beetle was crawling on the window.

She was in a good mood, so she did not drive it away.

Following the direction of its crawling, she found that there was an iron flower stand outside the wall, which was filled with yellow roses. It was similar to the saying, “shy roses bloom quietly”.

She looked up at the starlight above her head, wondering which one was Altair and which one was Vega. That day was supposed to be Chinese Valentine’s day.

Would the cowherd and the weaver girl meet each other that night? What torture it was for them to meet each other once a year.

She was immersed in her meditation and arose an interest to read a poem, “My lover, when you step away from the bridge of magpies, my heart will follow you to your thatched hut. We are separated by heaven and earth, and can meet again next year”.

That poem could be called “The Weaving Girl’s Chant”.

She was about to refine that poem, only to find that a bug seemed to have landed on her hair. She unconsciously pushed her hair aside.

When her hand barely touched the bug, she seemed to be stung by something sharp. The sudden extreme pain and partial numbness made her scream.

A bumblebee flew up from her hair and went away in a buzz.

She used to hear that bumblebee would die soon after stinging people, so she felt sorry for it. She was in pain and about to cry.

Mo Kun was also awakened by her screaming, opening his eyes hazily and asking, “What happened?”

Long Xi did not want to bother him and said, “Nothing, I just saw a bug!”

Mo Kun was too sleepy. Hearing there was nothing serious, he turned over and fell asleep.

Long Xi found some liquid medicine and applied it, which relieved her pain.

She lay down beside Mo Kun, holding her beloved man and slowly falling asleep.

Early in the next morning, they bid farewell to Paul and Jana, and headed to visit the famous Centre Pompidou.

It had a quite unique architectural style, like a factory that had been dissected and whose anatomical surface had been exposed. What had been collected were a lot of modern artworks. That was the reason for it to be called “cultural factory”.

People always said it would be a pity not to visit Centre Pompidou if arriving in Paris. It was too unconventional and could be called a revolutionary building with bright colors.

Its biggest feature was the exposed steel structure and the complex pipelines.

That architectural style was completely different from the traditional and at first it could not be accepted by many Parisian citizens, but was greatly supported by writers and artisans.

Outside the pavilion, some foreigners were playing saxophones, while a person was performing a levitation magic. He seemed to be standing a meter above the ground without any support.

Fedoras were placed in front of each of them, collecting money from visitors. In fact, they were relatively high-level buskers.

Long Xi and the other two walked in together, finding a replica of the Spanish modernist master Dali’s “red lips sofa”, whose inspiration came from the Hollywood movie star Mavis’s red lips.

Opposite the sofa, the rocking chair designed by Spanish artist Anthony Milalda was on display, which was estimated to be the only piece in the world.

It was made of the classic material ivory wood, with its handles and base curved with three-dimensional “soldier squares”. It was said that it was derived from the designer’s favorite toy.

Long Xi recalled the popular shiatsu sheet from the modern times and did not know whether that chair had a massage function.

There were also many other interesting chairs, lamps, and paintings. They were all dazzling.

Long Xi still hoped to go to the Louvre again, so did grandmom, so they arrived at the octagonal square in front of the Louvre.

That was a very large square with 300 or 400 meters in both length and width.

It was the first time for grandma to go there. She wore her reading glasses and looked around, finding there was a sculpture in each of the eight corners. Although she could not see them clearly because of the distance, she could feel their grand momentum.

Suddenly, a living creature flew over her head from the distance, rousing up Long Xi from her thoughts.

Long Xi straightened up and looked over. The living thing stopped in front of her and joined a large group of living creatures.

Long Xi rubbed her eyes, finding that the group of living creatures were white pigeons.

A continuous purring sound was emitted near the white pigeons. Long Xi opened her round eyes and stared at those lovely creatures with rounded eyes.

Looking at those thigh-filled and obese creatures, Long Xi even regarded them as some living braised birds.

She swallowed and pulled Mo Kun and grandma to walk by the pigeons, but did not scare them off.

Mo Kun was at a loss.

He knew that Long Xi had always liked those kinds of cute animals. With his understanding of her, she should have rushed towards them at the first moment, frightening them away beyond her grasp.

Originally, he planned to see that funny scene, but it was beyond him.

Sure enough, that woman was always beyond his expectations.

“I see nothing! I see nothing! I am not hungry, not hungry at all…” Long Xi kept murmuring to herself at a low voice.

Finally coming to the front of the Louvre, Long Xi held her breath.

The first thing that fell into her eyes was the triangular glass pyramid designed by Leoh Ming Pei at the entrance and exit. The whole building was made of glass with a prismatic refraction effect. Under the sunshine, it reflected a wonderful and attractive glare.

Behind the pyramid stood the main hall of the Louvre, whose gorgeous quaint palaces occupied one-third of the entire square.