Chapter 1.1 The opposite neighbor

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Half a year ago, right on the day of Grain Rain ¹ TN: Also known as Guyu, days where spring is ending and summer is coming , Li Muxing moved into her newly purchased apartment in Fei City.

She seemed to be among the first batch of residents to move in. With only a few cars and people, she didn’t have to interact with neighbors, nor wait long for the elevator, nor smell the aroma of someone’s cooking wafting through the air.

Stepping out of her car, what she saw when she looked up was not lights coming from the houses, but the sparse starry sky. Those who bumped into her wouldn’t be the mischievous kids from the other residences, but the small neighborhood’s stray cats.

Li Muxing prayed that this quiet life could last a little longer.

The next day, she was startled by the opposite neighbor.

When she returned home very late at night, she saw a n*ked man walking back and forth opposite. At first, Li Muxing hadn’t come back to her senses that she was off work and this wasn’t a hospital. She even continued to take several bites of her cereal expressionlessly.

Until the bright and white light went off, leaving only the dim and yellow glow, the dangling me*t pole between his legs gradually stiffened. It became thicker and thicker as his hand wrapped around it and stroked it, only then she choked and came back to her senses.

This man even turned to face the window, his chest rising and falling. At that moment, Li Muxing felt like he had eye contact with her. Her entire person flung towards the beanbag sofa to hide.

Even when she wanted to wash her bowl, she had to crawl out of the bedroom then stood up to go to the kitchen. Her mind became short-circuited because of the shock, even when she laid back in bed, she was still berating herself that how could she be this kind of person?

She only came back to her senses after she woke up the next day. Why should she feel guilty?

In the following days, Li Muxing judged the man in the opposite apartment with a critical and cold attitude.

His apartment had been renovated. Both the living room and bedroom had complete floor-to-ceiling windows that were framed across the wall, like giant advertisements in a furniture store.

Looking from her bedroom window, if the opposite person did not close the curtain, she could see everything clearly.

Fortunately, that man wasn’t in heat all the time, he would still wear clothes and act as a normal human.

He did chores, washed clothes, exercised on the treadmill, or occasionally swung his Switch controller in front of the television screen to fish when he felt like it.

But before bed, he always mast**bated. Li Muxing felt utterly awkward, she didn’t even dare to even roll over casually when sleeping in case she witnessed something she shouldn’t see.

It really felt like he was playing with her. When Li Muxing couldn’t endure it any longer and decided to complain, the opposite apartment’s lights were not lit for several days straight, as if he’d heard her inner thoughts and quickly fled.

Just as she was slowly starting to forget it, she returned home late at night after work one day to be startled again by the silhouette of a man reflected on the window of the opposite apartment.

In the dim light, only his upper body was visible. With broad shoulders and narrow waist, he was standing motionless, his chest slightly rising and falling as his arm trembled violently.

Finally, his neck straightened and he inhaled a deep, satisfying breath.

The scene resembled a steamy Hong Kong third-rate film, but Li Muxing merely stood in front of the window quietly to finish her cereal. Her face was pale, showing a faint lifeless feeling from being totally tortured by work.

During that period, the hospital had many surgeries. Her energy was so depleted that it was only enough to sustain her in eating, bathing and sleeping. She really had no energy left to confront this matter.

Let him close the curtains or not as he pleased. Even if that man wanted to dance the elephant trunk dance on his balcony, it didn’t matter.

Fortunately, that man wasn’t that p***erted.

His profession was definitely not that of an ordinary office worker. His schedule was erratic and he would occasionally vanish for a long time.

Whenever Li Muxing saw him, it was always very late at night when the world was silent. He appeared and vanished like a ghost, like those late-night, age-restricted shows that would be secretly broadcasted by the TV station after midnight.

Even when she returned home early, she would also toss and turn in the middle of the night, half-asleep, only to find that the lights in the apartment opposite her window had lit up without her knowing.

The curtain was blown by the wind, the white linen was shone by the moonlight until it was slightly glowing. Like a ghost, the man appeared.

He was wearing a black turtleneck, leaning against the balcony railing, smoking and talking on the phone. The nicely-fitted turtleneck outlined his taut and sleek body shape completely and his back seemed poised for butterfly wings to emerge from a cocoon any time soon.

Someone must have said something interesting at the other end of the phone. He exhaled a mouthful of smoke gently, his entire figure looked very unreal within the lingering smoke, only his curved lips that were unusually crimson red and the scarlet light at his fingertips look bright and unrestrained.

Li Muxing stared at the flickering light, then closed her eyes. This time, she slept very soundly.

Next, at three o’clock past midnight, the curtains were blown again. There was no moonlight at that time, only a small drizzle.

Li Muxing jolted awake from her nightmare. She had performed a major surgery that day, where the patient hemorrhaged during the procedure and they barely managed to save the patient from death.

The hospital’s vice president patted her shoulder, praising her composure. The scalpel was steady from start to finish and the family members also grabbed her hand, tearfully grateful.

Li Muxing knew she wasn’t truly composed, she was just a little slow to react.

The moment she laid down on her bed once she came home, fear surged up from every gap between the bones in her body. She curled up in the covers, her body was icy cold and her hands trembling uncontrollably.

The faint glow in the cold rain splattered onto the mattress behind her. Shining and rustling, it vaguely became a snowy screen that seemed to come from an old television. The light looked like wet and shadowy dark currents that flooded into the room.

Li Muxing turned around. Behind the cluttered curtain of rain, that man sat on the sofa in the living room. A floor lamp illuminated him diagonally behind him, like a flame wrapped around paper into a smoldering and burning red glow. His face still looked very unreal, only the outlines of his face were distinct.

He sat casually yet haughty, his legs splayed wide as the thing between his legs stood up high. Facing the night rain outside the window, the movements of his hands became faster and fiercer than before.

He seemed to not want to end it quickly. His shoulders trembled and his movements slowed down. His body sank deep into the sofa and he split his long legs wider, his hands that were kneading the tip looked lazy yet er*tic.

The light drizzle seemed to stir up deeper l*st within him, and also within Li Muxing.