Chapter 34 Unforgettable Emotions

When in a state of extreme distress, try to numb yourself with sex.

She didn't like Xia Qingqing, but Xia Qingqing was also her only family.

She has no relatives now.

They are connected by blood, and no matter how complicated their feelings are, Xia Qingqing is still her mother; they share the same blood.

Xia Qingqing taught her to speak and raised her to adulthood.

This is not stubbornness.

No one is perfect, and human emotions are not singular. They are complex and unpredictable. She has flesh and blood and feelings; her growth and her past will leave their mark on everyone.

She wants happiness, which is composed of family, love, and friendship.

Xia Qingqing wanted her to be happy, but she didn't get to see her happy before she left first.

"Ji Ling... I don't know what to do..."

She felt so helpless.

A profound sense of powerlessness, like being submerged in water, wanting to cry for help but only choking on cold water, wanting to struggle but unable to lift even one's limbs.

She closed her eyes and kissed Ji Ling, from his chin to his lips, and from his lips to the tip of his nose.

Ji Ling stood frozen in place, being kissed by her while he kept reassuring her, "Don't be afraid, I'll always be by your side..."

She looked up from her embrace, her eyes bright and filled with tears. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks, soaking a large patch of her collar.

There are two kinds of emotions that are hardest to forget.

One is the development of feelings over time through spending time together.

The other person has become a part of your life. No matter how chaotic the daily life is, how many arguments there are, or how much resentment and dissatisfaction there is, it is still a kind of affection. It is very difficult to truly break free from a long-term relationship.

The other is love at first sight.

She asked Ji Ling again, "Shall we do it?"

Whether it's the fishing bridge effect or not, it's self-made.

Let him give up on himself.

Ji Ling froze, his body motionless. From the moment Xia Li approached, his desire had been ignited, and he had restrained himself, barely suppressing the fire of lust within him... before she began to tease him again.

Xia Li looked up and kissed him again, this time not on his chin, but with her pale, cool lips, she reached towards the corner of his lips, trying to steal away that touch of warmth.

"Don't do this." Ji Ling's expression was solemn. He turned his head slightly, his voice hoarse as if he were consumed by lust. His hands were still tightly gripping her shoulders, the warmth seeping through the thin fabric, tormenting each other.

"Don't you want it?" Xia Li stepped back slightly, looked up, her eyes were red at the corners, her gaze was unfocused, and her cheeks were stained with wet tears.

The distance between them was so close that they almost touched, and then it was another moment of tenderness and skin-to-skin contact.

Ji Ling's expression hardened slightly. How could he not want it? As he forced himself to endure it, he lowered his eyes and looked down, his eyes filled with an indescribable emotion.

Just as Xia Li met his gaze with teary eyes, he turned his head away shyly, then quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his large, calloused hand, and said with a pained tone, "We both need to calm down."

He dared not look at her, fearing that if he did, the last vestiges of reason in his mind would vanish in an instant, replaced by desire.

"You want it, and I want it too." Xia Li looked up at him and said very seriously, as if she were talking about a trivial matter. "I'm very clear-headed. We don't need to calm down. Or is it... that you're not good enough?"

Ji Ling's Adam's apple bobbed, his brows furrowed, and his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he were pressing down on him.

Regarding their feelings for each other and their first time together, he always wanted to try it when both of them were willing.

It was filled with love, tenderness, and lingering affection; both parties longed for more, and once they tasted the sweetness, they wanted it again and again, countless times.

They both longed for each other at the moment, but it seemed different. Xia Li was broken, desperate, and in pain; this was not the kind of relationship he wanted.

He didn't know how to respond, so he could only helplessly hold her in his arms again and quietly, tremblingly, kiss her hair in the shadows.

His desires surged like a spring, with nowhere to be released.

Xia Li pushed him away and gently lifted her eyes: "If you don't want it, I'll go find someone else."

Her desires were as parched as dry land, and she desperately needed solace.

She didn't know how she managed to say it; her mind was a mess, everything was in chaos.

Ji Ling's eyelashes trembled, his dark green eyes darting around. He opened his lips awkwardly, his voice terribly hoarse: "Look at what I've become, and you still think I don't want to..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xia Li looked up and, in a moment of astonishment, pushed him down, causing them to fall into the center of the bed together. Then, she hooked her arm around his neck.

Her breath was choked with lingering sobs, her nose gently brushed against his chin, then her lips lightly kissed him, and she whispered two words into his ear... with a resolute determination.

Ji Ling's hand, which was gripping her waist, suddenly tightened, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Xia Li's warm body temperature seeped through the thin fabric, like an inextinguishable fire, making his throat tight. He unconsciously rolled his eyes, and could even feel Xia Li's trembling eyelashes brushing against his ear tips as he spoke.

Extremely alluring...

He's going crazy...

Seeing him in a daze, Xia Li's gaze lingered between his deep green eyes and moist lips before she chose the latter and kissed him unexpectedly.

The undried tear stains on her cheeks were slightly sticky, as sticky as the desire that permeated the air.

Ji Ling's tense body snapped the moment her lips were pried open, and the rationality she had been holding onto crumbled to dust under her probing.

In the instant their breaths mingled, he took the initiative, wrapping his arms around her waist, shifting his position and pressing down on her, his other hand on the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

The force was so great that it almost rubbed her into his bones.

Overwhelmed by the passion, Xia Li was completely unprepared and breathless from the kiss. Taking a breath, she responded with an even more intense kiss.

All the restraint and suppressed desires burst forth at this moment.

Her fingertips gripped the sheets tightly, trembling slightly, as if this could alleviate her fear of the unknown.

"Don't be afraid," Ji Ling said, his voice very soft as he whispered in her ear. At the same time, his strong hand slid down her skin, touching her knuckles, and took her hand that had been gripping the sheets, pulling it to his body. "You can hold me."

Xia Li's breathing slowed slightly as she slowly raised her eyes, her gaze lingering on the face of the person before her. She looked into his tender, watery eyes, as if she had truly been comforted by his words.

"I'm not afraid." She said, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down with the force. Then she gently kissed his left eye. The breathiness from his trembling eyelashes made her subconsciously loosen her grip. She then moved to his brow and kissed his right eye.

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Nose to nose, Ji Ling's heavy breathing was right next to my ear, and the clarity in his eyes was swallowed up by intense desire.

Her eyes were unfocused, her gaze unsteady, and she seemed lost. Biting her lip, she closed her eyes slightly and subconsciously turned her head, her whole body trembling slightly. The response she received was even more ferocious.

A soft, painful sob escaped her throat, and tears streamed down her slightly narrowed eyes, leaving shallow welts along her neck.

Ji Ling noticed her unusual behavior, and his strength softened with restraint. He pulled her neck close and aggressively kissed her slightly parted lips, prying open her teeth and gently soothing her.

Sweat trickled down his chin, gathering at the tip and dripping silently.

It landed gently on her collarbone, then slid down her neck, mingling with the tears that had just spilled out of her eyes.

He lowered his head and looked at her, brushing aside the sweaty stray hairs on her forehead with his knuckles.

Xia Li opened her eyes in a daze, and the moment their eyes met, the tears in her eyes reflected on his face.

Then he slowly raised his elbow, placed his fingertips on his chin, and plucked a drop of sweat from his index finger, letting it melt in his hand.

She sounded a little aggrieved, yet her stubbornness remained unyielding: "Continue..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ji Ling's lips pressed against hers again, exceptionally light, with a hint of probing. His tongue gently licked the corner of her lips, the movement concealing a restrained surge of emotion.

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At first, she was filled with a despairing sense of self-destruction, but in the end, the surging emotions were no longer just impulses, but rather a long-suppressed, almost burning desire.

Ji Ling's eyes held the promise of spring; this time, she was truly drowning in spring.

Love is a shackle, but she broke free from Xia Qingqing's confinement and gained freedom and tolerance.

Desire is the breeding ground of love, and on this night, she found a brief release and refuge.

When I woke up the next day, it was already afternoon.

Before her gaze could focus, it met a pair of deep, dark green eyes.

Ji Ling had woken up early and was lying on his side, propped up on his elbow, hovering lightly beside her cheek, just a short distance away, touching her in mid-air. When he was discovered, he quietly withdrew his hand and turned his head away shyly.

Xia Li watched quietly, completely different from last night, her calmness was unfamiliar, and the flush in her eyes was gone.

If it weren't for the stinging scratches on his back, Ji Ling would probably have thought that everything last night was just a silly dream he had.

The room was dimly lit and unusually quiet; you could almost hear each other breathing.

Xia Li rolled over, a sharp pain shooting through her lower back. When she raised her hand, she noticed marks on her arm and couldn't help but wonder if this person was born in the Year of the Dog.

She took a breath, then sighed softly. Though she was dissatisfied, she apologized first, saying, "...I'm sorry about last night."

After all, it was her request.

Ji Ling gazed at her intently, then lowered his eyes slightly. He didn't respond immediately, but gently pulled the corner of her blanket up, stood up, and said, "Are you hungry? I'll go ask Aunt Wang to get you something to eat."

Xia Li blinked gently, watching his movements: "I'm not hungry."

Ji Ling paused: "Then you should rest for a while. You haven't slept much."

Xia Li nodded gently, then, watching his movements, she suddenly remembered something and called out without reason, "Ji Ling..."

Ji Ling had just put on her shirt when she replied, "I'm here."

Xia Li stared helplessly at the ceiling, slowly closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling: "Actually, I wasn't drunk that night."

They said things they had never said before and did things they had never done before.

She remembers everything clearly.

She made another rash move.

From a long summer without winter to a long winter without summer.