67 But I don’t want to wait anymore

Jin Lang rested his forehead on Liu Yuwei's shoulder, his breath heavy and hot, like the sweltering air before a summer downpour. His fingers, still warm from her waist, lingered at the hem of her sweater, finally withdrawing with restraint, his fingertips gently smoothing the crumpled edges, as if erasing evidence of an attempted crime. "Xiaoyu, I'm going to wash my face!" His voice was unnaturally hoarse, and the sweat from his back had already soaked his sweater. He stood up to leave, then turned back to press the remote on the coffee table. "You watch TV for a while." As Jin Lang's back completely disappeared into the shadows of the hallway, Liu Yuwei breathed a sigh of relief. Every action, every step that had just taken place was not part of her plan, yet everything seemed to fall into place naturally. She knew she had no resistance at all, and even enjoyed the intoxicating ecstasy. When it finally stopped, a voice inside her called out—why?! The thought made her ears burn, and she felt dizzy, as if she had secretly drunk a strong drink. She took a sip from the cup on the table, the warm tea chugging down her throat. The overpowering bitterness of the tea actually had a refreshing effect. … The cool water splashed against his face. Jin Lang closed his eyes, letting the water droplets drip down his taut jawline onto the sink. Looking up, he saw the man in the mirror with a scruffy beard, but the heat in his eyes couldn't be washed away—an unconcealed joy, like a sudden, unquenchable wildfire in the depths of winter. He glanced down, his body's reaction honestly revealing his lingering desire. He quickly pulled off his sweater and stepped into the shower. The water poured down from the showerhead, bringing a slight sting that inexplicably reminded him of the thrill of skin touching skin. When Jin Lang returned to the living room, Liu Yuwei was quietly leaning on the sofa, his gaze fixed forward. The TV screen was still playing "The Grandmaster," which he hadn't finished watching the other time. She still held the cup of tea she'd just been holding, her right index finger rhythmically tapping the side. But as she drew closer, she realized her gaze was completely unfocused, as if she were looking through a picture into some distant time and space. "Cold tea hurts your stomach." Jin Lang snatched the cup from her hand. The moment their fingertips touched, they both instinctively withdrew their hands. He turned and headed back to the kitchen. As the steaming white mist, scented with tea, filled the air again, Liu Yuwei suddenly looked up. Jin Lang's hair still held water droplets, his clean-shaven jaw was sharp, and his clear features looked like a young man straight out of her dreams. He'd clearly done more than just wash his face. "Did you shower?" There was a subtle hint in her voice...

Jin Lang rested his forehead on Liu Yuwei's shoulder, his breath heavy and hot, like the sweltering air before a summer rainstorm. His fingers, still warm from her waist, lingered at the hem of her sweater, finally withdrawing with restraint, his fingertips gently smoothing the crumpled hem, as if erasing evidence of an attempted crime.

"Xiaoyu, I'm going to wash my face!"

His voice was unusually hoarse, and the sweat on his back had soaked his sweater. He stood up to leave, then turned back and pressed the remote control on the coffee table.

"Watch TV for a while."

Watching Jin Lang's back completely disappear in the shadow of the corridor, Liu Yuwei breathed a sigh of relief.

Every action and every link that just happened was not in her plan, but everything seemed to be happening naturally.

She knew very well that she had no resistance, and even quite enjoyed the intoxicating ecstasy, so much so that when she finally stopped, a voice in her heart cried out - Why!

The thought made her ears burn and she felt dizzy as if she had secretly drunk some strong liquor.

She picked up the cup on the table and took a sip. The warm tea went down her throat, and the overly strong bitterness of the tea alkali actually had a refreshing effect.

…

The cold water splashed on his face. Jin Lang closed his eyes and let the water droplets roll down his tense jawline and fall onto the sink, making a dripping sound.

When I looked up, I saw the man in the mirror had an unshaven beard, but the heat in his eyes could not be washed away - there was an unconcealable joy in his eyes, like suddenly encountering a cluster of unquenchable wildfires in the deep winter.

He glanced down, his body's reaction honestly revealing the desire that had not yet dissipated. He pulled off his sweater decisively and stepped into the shower.

The water poured down from the shower head, bringing with it a slight sting, but inexplicably reminiscent of the trembling when skin touched skin.

When Jin Lang returned to the living room, Liu Yuwei was leaning quietly on the sofa, looking forward. The TV screen was still playing "The Grandmaster", which he had not finished watching last time.

She was still holding the cup of tea in her hand, and her right index finger was tapping the wall of the cup rhythmically. But when I got closer, I found that her eyes were completely unfocused, as if she was looking through the picture at some distant time and space.

"Herbal tea hurts the stomach."

Jin Lang took the cup from her palm. The moment their fingertips touched, they both subconsciously retracted their hands. He turned and walked towards the kitchen again.

When the steaming white mist with the fragrance of tea filled the air again in front of his eyes, Liu Yuwei suddenly looked up.

There were still water droplets hanging on the ends of Jin Lang's hair, his chin was clean-shaven with a sharp line, and his eyebrows were clear and bright. He looked like a boy who had walked out of her dream.

He obviously did more than just wash his face.

"Have you showered?"

There was an imperceptible tension in her voice, and the corners of her lips unconsciously turned down.

Jin Lang nodded, then keenly caught the light in her eyes that suddenly dimmed. Worried that she had misunderstood, he hurriedly explained, "I need to cool down. Just washing my face isn't enough."

"Your wound can't come into contact with water, it will get infected and cause trouble!"

The words came out with a hint of criticism and blame, but they hit the softest part of Jin Lang's heart.

He looked over with a serious look, his gaze wrapped around her like silk, as if he wanted to use his eyes instead of his arms to hold her in his arms.

"I've noticed, don't worry!"

Liu Yuwei said "Oh".

"Xiaoyu..."

He sighed softly, "Just now...did I cross the line again..."

Seeing that she didn't reply, Jin Lang continued, "Seeing you crying, knowing that you were worried about me, I really couldn't control myself."

"sorry!"

The man's tone was deep and sincere.

Liu Yuwei was silent for a long time, her eyelashes trembling, and finally she spoke slowly.

"I went to the funeral of my college senior this morning."

Jin Lang suddenly realized that it was no wonder she was wearing all black.

"There are so many farewell halls in the funeral home, and they're all filled with grandparents in their seventies and eighties, but my sister isn't even forty yet."

Liu Yuwei choked up when thinking about the scenes in the morning.

"Is she ill?"

Liu Yuwei shook his head, "Sudden heart attack."

"Before leaving home in the morning, she was still planning a birthday celebration for her daughter. Then she worked overtime that night and never came back. She left without a single word for her family and was gone forever."

Jin Lang moved closer and gently stroked the top of her head with his palm.

“There are always regrets in life, so we should cherish the present moment.”

"Jin Lang!"

She suddenly raised her eyes, her moist gaze piercing into his heart. "Last year when it snowed, you asked me if I ever regretted it."

His breathing stagnated. That day, she said the four words "Have a safe journey" in the snow. It was like being tortured to death. How could he not remember it?

"Life would be so boring if we had no regrets."

Her voice was very soft, but it was like a white piece that landed on the chessboard in Jin Lang's heart with a "click".

He was so familiar with this scene and this line.

Liu Yuwei continued, "Now that we are all lucky enough to be sitting here safely, shouldn't we put this regret behind us?"

"Life is already heavy enough. Some burdens should be put down long ago, right?"

These few sentences were like an open book, with different answers written on each page. He was afraid of reading the wrong line, afraid of turning the pages too quickly, and even more afraid that this was just a wishful thinking on his part.

Jin Lang asked tentatively, "Xiao Yu, have you really thought it through?"

Before he could finish his words, Liu Yuwei had already leaned forward, closing her eyes and pressing her lips against his. Her once-trained kissing skills were no longer in sync, so she could only imitate him, tentatively licking the seam between his lips and twirling the corners with the tip of her tongue.

The blood rushed to his head instantly, making Jin Lang's scalp numb.

He tried hard to stay rational. As a man, he could not escape normal desires. The fantasies that would only erupt late at night before often uncontrollably entered his mind since that unexpected intimacy, but were followed by huge self-blame and regret.

While Liu Yuwei was taking a breath, Jin Lang used all his self-control to hold her shoulders, veins bulging on the back of his hands. He leaned back slightly, deliberately widening the distance between them.

"Xiaoyu, do you know what you are doing?"

He rubbed her lips, which were red from kissing, with his fingertips. The shimmering color really captivated him and distracted him.

"I don't want you to act on impulse and regret it tomorrow."

"You know, I want more than just this moment. If you haven't made up your mind, let's take it slow. I can wait."

Liu Yuwei smiled and raised his hand to touch his face again. His skin was delicate and smooth after the rough stubble faded away, and it shone with a healthy glow in the afternoon light.

"But I don't want to wait!"

Her eyes were clear and bright, carrying confirmation and encouragement after a long time.

A mellow male voice came from the TV at the right time, "If you keep thinking about it, there will be a response."

All restraint collapsed at this moment.

Jin Lang retracted his arms and pulled her into his arms, holding her chin with his hands, with an irresistible force.

This time the kiss was fierce and urgent, like a storm that had been brewing for a long time and finally poured down. Liu Yuwei didn't even have time to close her eyes. His aggressive gaze and the lust rolling in his eyes were unconcealed.

Jin Lang's tongue went straight in, sucking until the root of her tongue became numb, and the soft moan that escaped from her lips was completely swallowed up.

After kissing her wantonly for a while, Jin Lang picked her up and put her on top of him. This position made their bodies fit together, and it was also more convenient for his palms to caress the curve of her back and move around.

Liu Yuwei knelt on the sofa, straightened his chest, the collar of his sweater had already slipped off his shoulders during the struggle, and the undercurrent in his body continued to surge.

Jin Lang's lips and tongue rolled over her red collarbone, leaving wet marks on the side of her neck. He looked up inadvertently and saw her gasping with her face tilted back - her eyelashes trembling, her lips slightly open, and a blush spreading from her cheeks to her chest.

Her unconscious action of licking her lips instantly made Jin Lang's ears explode with the roar of blood rushing, boiling and restless.

He held her thighs and lifted her up.

"ah!"

Liu Yuwei couldn't help but scream when her body suddenly flew into the air without support. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, but when her hand felt the bandage on his upper arm, she asked worriedly.

"No, put me down!"

After saying that, she struggled to jump out of his arms and onto the ground, then ran barefoot into the master bedroom, leaving only one sentence - "I'll take a shower, you get your things ready."

Jin Lang opened the lower drawer of the bedside table in the bedroom and found an unopened box of condoms lying in the corner.

Last time I bought shaving foam, I added this to my shopping cart for some reason. But when I got it, I felt like I was asking for trouble, so I put it in the place I least used it. I never thought it would be so useful at a critical moment.

He quickly removed the plastic wrap, took out a small blue cube, paused, took out two more and stuffed them under the pillow, then gently knocked on the frosted glass door.

"A change of clothes and towels are on the bed."

"good."

The answer mixed with the sound of running water floated out from the crack of the door.

After a while, the bathroom door cracked open, and Liu Yuwei poked her head out. Although they were bound to be naked soon, it was still strange without that atmosphere. After making sure that no one was in the room, she ran out wrapped in a bath towel like a cat, quickly pulling on the oversized men's shirt.

Stepping out of the bedroom, she saw the door of the study at the end of the corridor was half open. She tiptoed over and saw Jin Lang sitting at the desk, staring at the photo frame in his hand. Liu Yuwei knocked on the door.

Jin Lang looked up when he heard the voice. His white T-shirt was draped over her body, just long enough to cover her hips. Her two porcelain-white legs made people dizzy when she walked.

He pretended to be calm and swallowed.

"Are you cold? Why don't you put on your pants?"

Liu Yuwei had already walked to the table and sat sideways on his lap naturally.

"It's okay. I have to take it off later anyway."

Only then did Jin Lang become certain that she did it on purpose to seduce him.

"What are you looking at?"

She snatched the photo from the other person's hand. It was the cropped group photo taken in the cinema.

"Tell me, were you playing tricks on me back then? You wanted to hear me confess my feelings to you!"

Jin Lang chuckled softly and pinched the tip of her nose lovingly, "You see through it but don't say it out loud."

Liu Yuwei placed the photo frame on the table, turned around and put her arms around his neck, leaning close to him with the damp warmth after a bath, and rubbed her red lips against his earlobe.

"Do you... want me?"

Do you still want me? - One word difference, and innocence turns into flirting.

The syllables she emphasized deliberately were like a hook, fiercely breaking the last string in Jin Lang's mind and giving the answer directly with her actions.

He pinched her waist and put her on the desk, his lips moving from her ear to the crook of her neck, like a musician stroking the strings of a guitar, gently plucking, twisting, and picking.

His hand naturally slipped under her shirt, savoring the softness of her chest. Then, it followed the curve down, lingering over the hollows of her ribs and skimming across her taut abdomen. When his fingertips reached a more intimate depth, Liu Yuwei suddenly arched her back like a fully drawn bow. But Jin Lang held her, preventing her from escaping.

Under Jin Lang's teasing, Liu Yuwei was like a piece of malt sugar that gradually turned into sticky honey when it was heated.

The wet fingers suddenly stopped and withdrew, leaving behind a strand of crystal silver thread, leaving her hanging on the edge of the cliff of unsatisfied desire.

Liu Yuwei suddenly opened his misty eyes and followed the warmth with his body, but found nothing.

"you…"

Her voice was hoarse with lust, and her fingertips dug deep into his taut arm muscles.

The hot breath sprayed on her ear, "Someone just said I'm not good enough."

Liu Yuwei was being manipulated by him. She twisted her waist with tears in her eyes and begged, "She's talking nonsense!"

Jin Lang deliberately used his knee to push her legs apart, admiring her excited look.

"Please me!"

Liu Yuwei's eyes were red and she bit her lips tightly, unwilling to say anything more explicit.

Jin Lang looked at her seductive expression and finally gave in. He picked her up and threw her onto the bed.

He took off his clothes and leaned over her.

"There's no pause button even if you beg me later!"

He clasped her wrists tightly, pressed them against the pillow, and kissed her soft and smooth body again.

Their hot skin pressed tightly together, Jin Lang's black hair swept across Liu Yuwei's chest like wildfire across a snowy field. She felt as if she were floating on the clouds. Until they completely merged, the extreme pain and pleasure intertwined into a web, trapping the two of them firmly in this tide of love.

With the fierce collision, waves of pleasure rushed from the tailbone to the top of the head, like fireworks rising into the sky, burning all regrets to ashes.