Monday, 30 November 2015

Note from TB

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Chapters 57 & 58 have parts which are not fit for general audience :o  If you can't access the separate link, don't worry.  In all honesty, you are not really missing out all that much...    TB

Chapter 57

Chapter 57
A beautiful autumn day in B city.  The air is brisk and clear.

In a bright sunny morning, Jian Yao stands in front of the coffee table. She is tidying the files.  Bo Jinyan is sitting on the sofa behind her.  He has his laptop on.  He seems to be concentrating on reading something. 

“Once the holiday starts, we have no more visitors.” Jian Yao says casually.

She is talking about the officers visiting them with their cold cases.  Yesterday, two people came.  Today is the beginning of the seven day holiday.  Not a soul has come to them.  

Bo Jinyan lifts up his head from looking down at the screen: “Well, it is the National holidays.”

Jian Yao laughs.  Is this the same guy that she knew six months ago?  She thought festivals and holidays mean nothing to him.  She had to drag him out of the house to play fireworks with her.

Bo Jinyan knows what she is thinking about.  He gives a sly smile.  “I don’t really care.  But today is an important day for me.”

Jian Yao is not sure what he means.  But he lowers his head to work on his laptop again.  

She is a little puzzled, but then it dawns on her - 

Today is the nation’s ‘birthday’, so it’s his special day as well.  

Wow!  Didn’t think he would love his home country this much!

After tidying the files, she goes to her room to get changed. She is meeting a few of her university friends today for shopping.  Surely Bo Jinyan would not be interested.  

“I’m leaving now.” She yells at the front door.

“Umm.” He replies “When are you coming back?”

Jian Yao answers: “I won’t be long.”  She pauses, and adds: “I won’t leave you to spend the first day of the holidays alone.”  

Bo Jinyan sits up straight on the sofa.  He curls the lips on his handsome face: “Of course you won’t.” He says in a lazy but dreamy voice.  

When you are in love, you start to miss the person the moment you part from him.   Jian Yao sits in the taxi.  The puffy white clouds hang high in the blue sky.  She thinks of her charming boyfriend.  Her heart is filled with joy.  

Even when he was injured, he never hides the intention of wanting advance to the next level in their relationship with her.  But in the past few days, they have been so busy that he seems to have forgotten.    

Oh, he is so childish, yet so cute.  

She is sure when he remembers… he will not hold back.

Oh, she’d better finds a place to hide herself.  

What Jian Yao doesn’t realise is that he has never forgotten about it.  It’s always on his mind. He is waiting for his injuries to completely heal.  He wants to be in top form to deliver the perfect first time experience for both of them. 

The moment she walks out of the front door, Bo Jinyan puts down his laptop and starts to pace around the house.  

Finally, their big day has arrived.  

He’s made all the necessary arrangements. She will be pleased.  

He called the Police Department earlier to make sure no one will be appearing out of the blue with their unsolved cases.  She might have noticed this already. 

As for his injuries?  He is completely recovered.  In fact, he’s been lying in bed for so long he feels he has lots of excess energy to burn.  

Knowledge and skills? …. Those suggestions he just read on the internet is firmly planted in his brain.  It is not an exaggeration to say that he is so knowledgeable in the area now that no matter which position or techniques she prefers, he can satisfy her.  

She does not have her menstrual period today.  In fact, according to the woman’s normal cycle - today is one of her more productive days, which means she will be easily aroused.  

Good.  It’s all set. 

He walks to the window and taps the glass with his long fingers.  He wants everything to be perfect.  Is there anything he’s forgotten?

He thinks for a while and gives Fu Ziyu a call.

Fu Ziyu is sitting with a cup of coffee in his balcony at home.  He is enjoying the holiday too.  He takes a sip and asks: “Master, what can I do for you today?”

Bo Jinyan says bluntly: “I am planning to have sex with Jian Yao tonight. For the first time.  Do you have any tips for me?”

Fu Ziyu chokes again.  “cough… cough…”


Jian Yao returns with a few shopping bags with her.  To her surprise, the house is very quiet.  His car keys are not there either.  

It’s the first day of the holiday.  Everywhere is packed with people.  It’s very unusual that he would choose to go out on a day like this. 

Then her phone rings.  It’s him.

“Are you home?” He asks.  There’s music in the background where he is.  And his voice sounds low and a little muffled.

“Yes, I just got back.” She is curious.  “Where are you?”

“Wait.” He turns to talk to someone else. After a while, he says to her: “You don’t need to know where I am. Go and get ready,  someone will come and pick you up soon.”

Jian Yao is confused: “Pick me up? Why?”

Bo Jinyan laughs lightly: “To attend an important function with me.”

She hangs up.  An important function?  Is it something to do with National Day celebrations with the department of Public Security? 

No matter what it is, she is just glad to be with him.  

But when she walks downstairs, she is shocked.

There is a long black limousine waiting for her.  There are roses on both sides of the door handle.  A driver in his black uniform walks towards her.  He bows to her and opens the passenger seat doors.  

The neighbours are attracted to this unusual sight.  A lot of them are standing around, looking.  

When she is in the car, she calls Bo Jinyan: “What is this all about? Why is a limousine here to pick me up?”  

Bo Jinyan is silent on the other end.  

“It goes without saying.” He finally answers: “I am on a date with you.”

Fu Ziyu’s first tip.

“You intend to wait for her to come home, then carry her  straight into the bedroom?  Atmosphere, mate.  The first time, atmosphere is very important.  Give her a romantic date that she will never forget, then things will progress naturally from there.”


She is a little stunned.  

Oh, so this is the important function.  A date. 

But it’s quite true.  They have not been on a proper date before.  

“Sorry, I didn't realise.” She smiles: “Thank you.”

Bo Jinyan sounds pleased.  He asks: “Is this romantic?”
Jian Yao can’t help but laugh.

The limo with flowers is a little over the top, but it’s the thoughts that count.  

“Romantic.  Thank you so much.” 

The long car stops in front of a five star hotel.  

The lobby manager opens the door for Jian Yao: “Welcome, Miss Jian.” He shows her to the elevator that will bring her straight to the top floor. “Mr. Bo is waiting for you.”

Jian Yao smiles at him: “Thank you.”  She asks the manager: “What is he doing on the top floor?”

The manager smiles: “Mr.Bo has booked the penthouse on the top floor.  It’s got a 270 degrees view of the city lights.  There is also a private swimming pool.  I’m sure you will be satisfied with our facilities and services.  We are the best hotel in town.  Have a wonderful evening.”

Jian Yao is dumbfounded.  She finally understands why Bo Jinyan brought her here.  

She thought their first date will be a romantic candlelight dinner in some nice restaurant… not in a luxurious penthouse.  

This fellow…. is obviously running towards a goal.

She blushes as she walks out of the elevator.  

 A dazzling and elaborated designed crystal chandelier quickly attracts your attention as you step into the oversized lounge.  There is a set of classic European designed leather sofa with a curved back rest.  The window looks out to the city lights of B City.  

She walks down the corridor lined with lush red carpet, to the next room. There is music coming out from the room.  She hears footsteps too.

Jian Yao slowly walks over, and around golden screen.  

It’s a beautiful dining room that is dimly lit with mood lighting.  There is a small round table in the middle of the room.  On this dark brown table, there is a long white candle in a candle stand, and a bunch of burgundy coloured moth orchid.  

A young violinist is playing on the side, the soothing music is like the sound of gently flowing water. 

Bo Jinyan is standing at the end of the corridor, in a well tailor shirt and trousers.  His eyes sparkle under the flickering flame of the candle light, and his face has a gentle glow.  

“Hi.” He says in his naturally low magnetic voice.

Jian Yao: “…..Hi.”

He walks towards her.  He looks into her eyes and says admiringly: “You look beautiful tonight.”

Jian Yao thought they were attending a party tonight. So she chose a beautiful dress and put her hair up. She is wearing the diamond necklace that he gave her, revealing her soft neck and shoulders. 

“Thank you.” she says softly.  She can see his suggestive smile.  She heart pounds.  Because she is well aware of what he is thinking about right now.  He is obviously pleased with the way she dressed.

Bo Jinyan takes her hand and they sit at the dining table.  

Dinner is exquisite.  Throughout the meal, Bo Jinyan is very quiet, but his smile never leaves him.  And the look in his eyes says it all. 

Soon, dinner is over.  

The table is cleared, the violinist gone.  Only the two of them are left in this big penthouse.  They are still sitting at the dining table, staring at each other in candlelight.  

Jian Yao picks up the bunch of moth orchids: “It’s very pretty.”

Bo Jinyan stands and walks behind her.  He takes the flower away from her and throw it back  onto the table.  

“Leave the flowers here.  Let’s go to the bedroom.”

 Jian Yao’s face reddens.  She doesn’t say a word.  She does not even look up. But she allows Bo Jinyan to hold her hand and leads her to the bedroom.

He notices her nervousness, he says in his low deep voice: “Relax.” he pauses slightly: “Even though I don't have experience, but my ability to learn and grasp new skills is superior.  I am also very observant.  I will do very well.”

Jian Yao don’t know what to say.  

When they get inside, she is amazed.  

There is another big chandelier in the room.  This time, it is a modern artistic design with little square over it.    A huge king size bed is in the middle of the room, surrounded by ceiling to ground glass windows that shows a panoramic view of B city.  

So… they will be making love on this bed?

With the city underneath them?  That’s so bold and arrogant.  

Well, it sure fits his style.

Her palms begin to sweat.  What is going to happen next? Will he push her down onto the bed?  

But Bo Jinyan leads her to one of the glass window.  With one hand on the glass, one hand behind her head, he says to her: “Close your eyes.”

Jian Yao: “…Why?” She is nervous. 

He covers her eyes with his hand that was on the glass.  He lowers his head and kisses her gently on her ear. Then he says to her: “I’ll let you know when to open them.”

Bo Jinyan continues to gently kiss her ears.  Then he glides his lips down her neck, hover at the curve that is usually covered by her long hair.  Jian Yao is shivering in his arms.  Her eyes are covered by his hand, so she holds on his shirt.

“How long do I have to wait?” She says 

“Not long.” He says as he nibbles and gently bites the smooth flesh on her neck.  

Jian Yao’s first reaction is - a new trick.  A few days ago, he only knows how to passionate but simply kiss her.  But today, his touches are melting her, she is already breathing more quickly.

Her second thought - She knows what Bo Jinyan wants her to see.  From the limousine, to the luxurious penthouse, and the exquisite dinner, she can almost guess that his next trick is to arrange for the hotel staff to write messages of love on helium ballrooms and float them up to appear before her.

Oh gosh, please do not write something like “Please make love to me, Jian Yao!”

As she is still thinking, suddenly he removes his hand.  His lips are no longer on her neck.  Jian Yao opens her eyes slowly, and see fireworks exploding in the most beautiful patterns, right before her eyes.  The sky comes alive with so many vibrant hues, starbursts, and showers of light along with ribbons of smoke. And the colours reflect on the lake waters.  It’s breathlessly stunning.

Jian Yao is shocked - fireworks.  He brought her to see fireworks.  She did contemplate this possibility, but B City does not allow fireworks, except -  

“Fireworks for the National Celebrations.” He says proudly: “You are standing in the best spot for the city’s firework display.”

Jian Yao quietly watches the fireworks while Bo Jinyan quietly watches her.  He is not interested in these shimmering lights and patterns at all.  But he remembers why Fu Ziyu said.

“Take her to a romantic and beautiful setting.” 

Bo Jinyan thought for a while. He remembers how much she enjoyed the firework during the lantern festival.  He tells Fu Ziyu his plans.  Fu Ziyu approves: “Very good.  No woman can resist fireworks.  She will take the initiative to kiss you, then let things progress naturally from there on.”

Humm…. he is waiting…. If she doesn't come over and kiss him in the next minute, then he will have to take the initiative instead. 

“Thank you. Jinyan.”  She says gently.  

“You are welcome.” He smiles. “As long as you think it’s romantic.”

Because romance is the best catalyst.

Jian Yao smiles again.  She does not watch the fireworks anymore.  She takes a step forward and hooks her hands around his neck.  Then she leans over to kiss him.

This kiss is different from her previous kisses.  Her whole body  snuggles up into his arms, as if she is going to entrust herself to him.  She copies his kissing style - stirring him, inviting him for more…

Bo Jinyan has two other arrangements but he decides they are not necessary anymore.  Lifting her up, he carries her across the room to the king size bed.  

Jian Yao leans close to his chest.  He gently places her on bed.  The firework display is still going in the background.  He leans down and looks at her.  His face has the proud arrogant smile again.

He is ecstatic. 

Jinyan.  So am I.  I am as happy as I am nervous...


(Next part of the chapter is not suitable for general audience.  Here's the link for the 18+ readers. )


The two bodies wrapped in each other arms.  The air is filled with their scent.  Their heart beating like drums, awaiting for the most intimate moments.    

    “Now, do you feel it is real?" Bo Jinyan asks in her ears.  

Jian Yao stares at him: “Ah.”

A beautiful night.  You are beside me.  I am beside you.  You, who are usually proud and arrogant, would love me so passionately.  You excite me in ways I have never experienced before.  I am crazy about you.  We will be the most intimate person for each other from now on.  We will be inseparable. 

I wish this moment is a covenant of a lifetime. We will be by each other’s side for the rest of our life.  Until we are old and frail, we will still be deeply in love with one another, till death do us part.    

Sunday, 29 November 2015

Chapter 56

Chapter 56

Many times, men and women have a different understanding for the same word. 

For example.  ‘Full body’ to Jian Yao means she will be wiping his face, neck, chest, back, arms and legs. And this is embarrassing enough.  

But for Bo Jinyan…

Full body means EVERYWHERE, especially the part that is usually hidden beneath his underwear.

Jian Yao thinks to herself. Well, it is a reasonable request.  It has been quite warm in the past few days.  She suggests: “Let me put a chair in the shower box.  You can sit there.  I will hold and control the shower head and make sure no water touches the wound.  Ok?”

Bo Jinyan smiles.  His eyes are gleaming with joy.

“Of course.  Good idea.”  He says in a low soft voice.

Something don’t feel right.  But man are usually excited by physical contact.   She thinks no more of it and walks to the bathroom.


The bathroom lights has a nice warm glow.  Jian Yao puts a bar stool in the middle of the shower box.  

Jian Yao helps Bo Jinyan to sit down.  

She helps him to unbutton his shirt. He is sitting very still, just looking at her.  

She takes his shirt off.  Perhaps it’s her imagination?  The place seems to be filled with his unique masculine scent.  She looks up.  Bo Jinyan is still staring at her, smiling.

“What are you smiling about?”  She asks.

“I am enjoying my shower.”

Ok…. Jian Yao makes a mental note for herself. Do not speak to him during any form of physical contact.  Anything he says is bound to make her embarrassed.

But it’s not up to her to control whether Bo Jinyan decides to speak or not.  After she takes off his trousers, and see his long and toned legs, she picks up the shower head with a redden face.  As she turns the water on, she hears him say: “What about my underwear?”

Jian Yao takes some time to think of a reply.  The water lands next to his feet.  Steam starts to fill the bathroom.

“It’s not necessary.” She says softly.

“Of course it is.” He looks at her and says faintly: “I wash myself everyday.”

Jian Yao’s face is burning with embarrassment.  

“I can teach you.” He continues to say in a leisurely manner.

Jian Yao feels like the thread veins inside her face is about to explode.   

“I don’t need you to teach me.” She starts to rinse his good arm.  “I will do what I need to do. If you don’t like it, you can do it yourself.”

“Ok.” Bo Jinyan says reluctantly.

She takes the handmade soap from the corner and starts to gently rub it on his arms.  Then she hears him speaks again: “How are you intending to wash it off?  I don’t like the water temperature to be too high.”

Jian Yao: “You… just shut up!”

Eventually, she finishes cleaning his back, his arms and his legs.  She shoves him the shower head: “I will go out for a while.  You can rinse the rest yourself.”

Bo Jinyan looks in your eyes: “Sure, but you will need to help me to take off my underwear.” He smiles: “I can’t bend my back.” 

This is a very ‘valid’ reason. 

He is sitting on the chair.  He is tall, proportionate, with a great muscle definition.  A perfect body.  His face seems to be blushing too.  He looks at her with anticipation. 

Jian Yao tries her best to avoid touching his skin, but some contact is inevitable. She pretends nothing has happened when her fingertips accidentally touches his flesh.  But her heart is pounding.  

Seems like it took forever for her to complete the task.  She quickly hands him the shower head and turns her back on him: “Call me when you are done.” She walks out quickly.  But she hears him call even before she reached the door: “Jian Yao.”

“What?” She turns her head to the side, looking at him with her peripheral vision.  

“Even if you pretend not to see it. You can’t ignore the fact.” He says in a slightly coarse voice, “I'm aroused…because of you.”  


Jian Yao waits in the lounge.  She pressed her cold fingers to her hot cheeks and takes a deep breath.  It’s the first time she has seen a completely naked man in her life.  The night in bed.  It was too dark. Besides, she subconscious kept her eyes away from the lower half of his body.  

The image is still vivid in her mind.  

Suddenly she thinks of what’s likely to happen between them in the not too distant future…. Oh, how embarrassing.

Bo Jinyan’s voice from the bathroom: “I’m ready.”

“Ok.”  She walks slowly back to the bathroom.

Oh great! She has to face him again.


Because of his restricted mobility, there are lots of things Bo Jinyan cannot do at the moment.  The days become long and boring.  

Bo Jinyan’s temper is obvious.  Except for Jian Yao, he grumbles and mocks about everything.  

On the fifth night.  Jian Yao is watching some US drama on her laptop.  Bo Jinyan is sitting next to her.  He can now put his hand around her. 

After the nth time he criticises about the drama - actors are ugly, the plot has too many loop holes… Jian Yao can’t stand it anymore.  She looks at him: “Why are you so testy?”  

He says faintly: “Because I hate recuperating.” 

“Your injuries were worse last time.  It took you a whole year to recover.  You got through that ok.”

Bo Jinyan gives her a glance: “It’s different.”


“I didn’t have you by my side to challenge my desires.”


Then when night falls, he mood improves: “Time for a shower.”

It’s almost October.  The weather has cooled down a bit.  Jian Yao looks into the dark outside the window: “The temperature is dropping tonight. It’s not that hot anymore.  Is it necessary?”

He looks at her: “Are you trying to deprive me of my only pleasure in life at the moment?”

She pauses, then says: ‘Very well.  Let’s go.”

When she settles Bo Jinyan on the chair in the shower box.  She shoves him the shower head and smiles: “When you are done, go to bed.  Goodnight.”  

Bo Jinyan looks at her.  She has already walked out of the bathroom: “I saw you taking the files from the shelves with your hand today.”

  • So, Mr. Bo Jinyan.  You are on your own.  

Jian Yao returns to her room.  Then she hears water splashing sounds from the bathroom.  She smiles to herself.  

But she forgets that everything has a consequence.  She deprived him of his ‘only pleasure’, and there is a price she will need to pay too.  

She is woken by in the middle of the night.  She smells a familiar scent, then her body is lifted off the bed.  She opens her eyes.  It’s Bo Jinyan.  He is strong enough to carry her.

“What you are doing?” It’s the middle of the night.

He replies with action.  He carries her into his room, put her on his bed, then lies down beside her.  

He just twirls her hair quietly.  She thinks of all the possible things he might do.  She blushes.  

He has purposely left the bedside lamp on. 

“Hug me.” He says.

Jian Yao turns around and shuffle up close to him.  She puts a hand in front of his chest.  She likes this position.  It’s intimate, but not sensual. 

And to her surprise.  He is lying very still.  Eyes closed.  

He carried her over just so that they can sleep on the same bed.  Nothing more.

After she falls asleep, Bo Jinyan opens his eyes.  

Oh…. she was expecting something more from him.  

But he is not fully recovered.

And he must be in his best form for his first ‘time”.


The next morning, someone comes to see Bo Jinyan.  Finally, he has got something to sink his teeth in.

Bo Jinyan’s fame has spread to the rest of the country since the two serial killing cases.   Today, an older officer from a second grade city from the South have come to seek his counsel.  

He is about forty ears old.  He looks tough and experience.  

Although they are not expecting visitors,  Jian Yao invites him to come in to take a seat on the sofa.  Bo Jinyan is clearly not so welcoming: “When did my lounge become a reception area?”

Jian Yao looks apologetically to the officer.  But he doesn't seem to mind.  He takes out a stack of files and passes a few photos to Bo Jinyan: “Professor Bo, please have a look at the files.”
The photo shows victims lying in their respective crime scenes.  There are five photos all together.  They look like they were killed by the same person.  The murders happened about eighteen years ago.  The method the killer used had was the same for all the cases. There were also matching DNA from all the crime scene. But it’s a cold case.

The old officer heard about how quickly Bo Jinyan managed to crack the recent homicides, so he thought he’d take a chance.

“ A lot of the buildings where the crimes were committed have been demolished.  The bodies are long buried.” says the old officer. “I only have these photos and the witness statements.  I have worked on this case for years.  I am about to retire.  I know there is only a very slim chance we can crack this now.  But I want to give it a last try.”

 Jian Yao studies the information on the cases: 5 single ladies. Factory workers.  Between the age of 20 - 25.  All of them were quite pretty, and slim.  Time of death was in the middle of the night, when they were asleep at home.  No signs of sexual assault.  But the bodies were abused after death.  The cases were spread over a period of two years.  According to the witnesses, all the ladies had a number of admirers in the factories.”

Jian Yao frowns: “It’s a very old case, and there’s hardly any evidence.  Bo Jinyan, what do you think?”
Bo Jinyan says to the officer: “I will give you a few suggestions:

  • The killer was between 30 to 35 years of age when he killed those women.
  • He worked for an organisation that provides services to the community: driver, courier services, electrician or plumber, or even police officer.  He was working for or close the factories. At least, it will be in the same suburb.  
  • He was probably a stalker.  But the victims and him might have met during some social functions.  He might even tried to pursued them.  He’s had personal contact with the victims before killing them. 
  • He should be average looking.  Not handsome, but not ugly either.  Quiet. Quick tempered.  Temperamental.
  • He hated women.  Though he didn’t have sex with any of the women, I think there is still connection between sex and his crime. He lacked family attention from young, especially from his father.
  • Lastly, a serial killer at this level lacks self control.  There reason why there were no more cases must be because of change in his circumstances.  Perhaps he was in jail for other crimes, or he was hospitalised or moved elsewhere, or he changed his killing style.  If he is still alive, he will want to keep connected with his victims, for example, visiting their tombs or the crime scenes regularly, so he can re-live his memories.     You mentioned some of the buildings are demolished.  However, for a psychopath, he can only sees what’s in his head.  To him, those building still exist.  


The officer left after talking to them.  Is he going to find the killer after so many years?  It’s hard to say.  But over the next few days, more officers from various provinces come to Bo Jinyan for assistance.  Bo Jinyan does the same thing as he did for the old officer.  He gives them his views on the cases and profiles the killer for them.

Sometimes Jian Yao is concerned that he is too tired out. “Are you sure you are not too tired?”

Bo Jinyan: “Does your body ever feel tired when your brain is doing all the work?”

Five days after the old officer came to him, he locked in a suspect: 52 years old man that runs a small store near the cemetery.  He was an electrician.  His parents separated when he was young.  The police officer matched his DNA to the cases.  

Jian Yao is overjoyed to hear the results.  They try their best to help the ever increasing flow of visitors that seek his counsel.  

So, time passes quickly when one is busy.  It’s now end of October.  Bo Jinyan has been resting at home for almost two and a half weeks.