陶俑修复师 | The Terracotta Restorer of Xi'an
"西安兵马俑博物馆的深夜，一位丰满的女修复师与年轻考古学家之间的禁忌... In the depths of Xi'an's Terracotta Museum at night, a forbidden liaison between a curvaceous restorer and a young archaeologist..."
陶俑修复师 | The Terracotta Restorer of Xi'an
第一章 | Chapter One: 千年沉睡 (Thousand-Year Slumber)
西安秦始皇兵马俑博物馆的地下修复室，灯火通明。
In the underground restoration room of Xi'an's Terracotta Army Museum, the lights burned bright.
王淑芬，四十九岁，是中国最顶尖的陶俑修复专家。她身材丰满，手指却灵巧得能让破碎的陶片重获新生。
Wang Shufen, forty-nine, was one of China's top terracotta restoration experts. Her figure was full, yet her fingers were deft enough to bring shattered pottery back to life.
"每一尊陶俑都是独一无二的，" 她总是这样说，"就像每一个人。"
"Every terracotta warrior is unique," she always said, "just like every person."
第二章 | Chapter Two: 深夜来客 (A Late-Night Visitor)
那个深夜，一位年轻的美国考古学家获准进入修复室观摩。
That late night, a young American archaeologist was granted access to observe the restoration room.
"王老师，" 他惊叹于她的技艺，"您的手简直有魔力。"
"Teacher Wang," he marveled at her skill, "your hands are simply magical."
淑芬抬起头，眼中闪着促狭的光："你想感受一下这双手的魔力吗？"
Shufen raised her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes: "Would you like to feel the magic of these hands?"
她走到他身边，丰满的身躯散发着泥土和岁月的芬芳。
She walked to his side, her full body emanating the fragrance of clay and time.
第三章 | Chapter Three: 泥与火 (Clay and Fire)
"陶俑的制作需要泥与火，" 她低声说，解开工作服的扣子。
"Making terracotta requires clay and fire," she whispered, undoing the buttons of her work clothes.
"而修复，" 她将他的手引向自己丰腴的胸脯，"需要耐心与温度。"
"And restoration," she guided his hand to her ample bosom, "requires patience and warmth."
他的呼吸急促起来："王老师..."
His breathing quickened: "Teacher Wang..."
"叫我淑芬。" 她将他推倒在工作台上，丰满的身体覆盖上去，"今晚，让我来修复你。"
"Call me Shufen." She pushed him onto the work table, her full body covering his. "Tonight, let me restore you."
在千年陶俑的注视下，他们如同泥与火般交融。
Under the gaze of thousand-year-old warriors, they merged like clay and fire.
第四章 | Chapter Four: 永恒 (Eternity)
"你知道为什么兵马俑能保存两千年吗？" 天快亮时，她问。
"Do you know why the terracotta warriors have survived for two thousand years?" she asked as dawn approached.
"为什么？"
"Why?"
"因为它们被埋在地下，远离尘世的纷扰。" 她轻抚着他的脸，"有些秘密，也应该这样被保存。"
"Because they were buried underground, far from worldly troubles." She gently stroked his face. "Some secrets should be kept the same way."
他握住她的手："我会保守这个秘密。"
He held her hand: "I will keep this secret."
她微笑着："每个月的十五，我都在这里加班。"
She smiled: "Every fifteenth of the month, I work late here."
在秦俑的注视下，有些故事比王朝更持久...
Under the warriors' gaze, some stories outlast dynasties...