Alam Mandala
A letter

“Release,” order Bing Jiazhi.

Bing Jiazhi pulled his hand.

Xiu Juan's right hand began to move towards his left shoulder. Slowly he let go of his reverberation, and showed his very white shoulders. For the first time, Xiu Juan did this, his face was as crimson as a tomato and did not dare to look at Bing Jiazhi.

Then he moved his left hand, but suddenly Bing Jiazhi stopped him.

“Good.”

Bing Jiazhi's hand moved and held onto Xiu Juan's shoulder, making the girl's body tremble and venturing into Bing Jiazhi's face. “Master, let me just.”

“You can't do something like this.” Bing Jiazhi fixing Xiu Juan's clothes.

Bing Jiazhi then walked across Xiu Juan and stood in the outer corridor to gaze at the night sky.

Xiu Juan approached him. “Master, what can I do?”

“What can you do?”

“A-I can serve the needs of the current master.” Xiu Juan's face was flushed even more.

Bing Jiazhi raised his hand. “these two bells do not give me permission to do that.”

Xiu Juan was shocked. Why doesn't he know that? If so, it means that the young man in front of him is now married and has two wives. But why did he come to this house?

Bing Jiazhi looked at Xiu Juan, “If I were like I used to be, I wouldn't make any pleasantries about this. But now, it seems like I have to hold it.”

“Does your wife know you're coming?”

“No, but I believe, they will definitely kill me this time.”

“Then why don't we just do it? I as a servant must serve you. I'm sure, they won't know.”

“I'm not tasteful now. Maybe because I did too much first. Now, I want to enjoy another, which is safer and does not threaten my life. You've heard, that women are more venomous than any snake.”

Xiu Juan was silent for a moment. “I've never heard of it. If you know about it, why did you marry two women?”

“This was an accident.”

“Accident?”

Bing Jiazhi nodded. “have you become like this too due to an accident?”

“No. My mother was a prostitute too, therefore, I followed her.”

“What can you do other than do that disgusting thing?”

“I can Knit.”

“My fingers do it.”

Bing Jiazhi then went inside.

Xiu Juan never expected that the handsome man would only come to learn to knit. If she wanted to do so, and she ended up conceiving her child, she might just be his third wife.

Xiu Juan came in.

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She loved it when she was a child, when her mother always knit in her spare time. Knitting was a romantic thing back then. Her mother always knit for her guests as a memento.

Slow sea, the skill was finally handed down to Xiu Juan. Xiu Juan argues, knitting is not just making scarves, clothes and others, but a form of affection and appreciation. For him is a relationship to the person given, because some of the soul of someone who makes it will live in knitting, even if only knitted.

If the person who accepts knows the person who knits the scarf he wears, then he will be very familiar with it and there is a sense of the person, especially if that person is an important person in his life.

At the table there are already rolls of wool yarn, Hakpen (knitting needles), needle embroidery, sewing thread, fire and scissors.

Xiu Juan picked up knitting needles and woolen thread. “Master, I'll exemplify you making a rose shape pattern scarf.”

Bing Jiazhi just said please. So, the girl started making scarves. His two hands shrewdly inserted the threads and began to form a scarf bit by bit.

An hour later, the girl finally finished it. The shape is a long, tight and soft cloth. Xiu Juan gave Bing Jiazhi to touch her. The scarf he made was very soft and warm.

“Now you did it sir.”

Bing Jiazhi nodded and picked up the tools. Making a scarf is not as easy as it looks, Bing Jiazhi makes various mistakes, ranging from inserting threads, holding needles, and how to knit them.

Xiu Juan calmly and patiently taught him. But for hours Bing Jiazhi tried it, making him even more upset but he tried to remain patient because Bing Jiazhi was his guest.

The night is getting late. The voices of the people grew smaller and eventually became quiet.

“Master, I'm tired~”

Finally, Xiu Juan fell asleep with the pedestal of both hands, his legs slanted and looks beautiful indentation of his stomach.

Bing Jiazhi shook his head and went back to knitting. This time he finally finished it. And the sky began to be blue, which indicates he studied all night.

Bing Jiazhi standing up. His right hand turned over the body of Xiu Juan. He saw the beauty of the girl, but more beautiful Liang and Huang Shu. His chest was big and his body was slightly fat. Anyone would be fascinated by it. One of her hands went under her beautiful neck and the other went under her two beautiful legs. Bing Jiazhi then stood up, held the girl in his arms, and placed her on the bed gently.

He then gently covered her.

Then go to the corridor. After looking around, everything slowly started to glow, and the sunlight started to move closer to him. It was morning and the birds were singing.

From a distance, a black bird approached him. For a while, it was a crow. The bird landed on Bing Jiazhi's shoulder. He quickly moved it into his hand.

The bird carried a letter at its feet.

Bing Jiazhi quickly picked it up and opened it.

The contents of the letter are: from your wife, Liang.

Various things have happened to you. I know you're just like any other man, like fame, going to the whores' house.

But it turned out that all the events I had seen were just surfaces that would never know what was inside.

Now that I've observed your actions, I believe you're not an indiscriminate man.

You come into the whorehouse just talking and doing weird things.

You turned out to come to the sect only for revenge. I thought you were a disciple of the sect, it turns out I was wrong.

Even if you don't do strange and disgusting acts, I remind you, never do that. I'll keep an eye on you, wherever you are.

Greetings from your wife.