8. Don't forget me so quickly

The moment Luo Hao's palm touched Yu Jinnan's body, her legs went weak and her heart trembled. As his thrusts deepened, she began to lose her balance, her hands gripping the edge of the dresser tightly, afraid she'd collapse into his arms if she let go. "How about you lie down on the bed and I'll help you apply the cream," he suggested, noticing her unsteadiness. She blushed with shame, pulling up her long shirt, clutching the collar to her chin with both hands, and angrily said, "No, that's enough." But he stepped forward to stop her, saying, "Not yet." She flinched. It was the first time he'd seen her blush for him, and a warm current of love coursed through her. He patiently took her hand and led her to the bed, unbuttoning her shirt one by one, and then making her lie flat on her stomach. "Those bra buttons are in the way, too," he said, sitting beside her. The bed sank slightly, and she swayed towards him. He squeezed more lotion into his palm and rubbed it onto her back, the smoothness making both of them tingle. The desire within him swelled so much it felt like it was about to burst through his pants. His hands, no longer content, wandered to every place his desire lurked. "Luo Hao—" she tried to stop him, but the muffled sound in the pillow was more like a moan. His powerful palm suddenly turned her body over and pressed against her chest. The pounding of his heartbeat made his desire tremble to a thread. It was familiar yet new. Every time they had sex was so good, Luo Hao didn't know how Yu Jinnan could bear to let him go. He reached for the drawer of the bedside table. Her voice, broken and hoarse, whispered in his ear, "It's not there. I put it in my bag." He lifted himself up even higher and pulled the last two condoms from the flame-red Hermès Kelly bag on the nightstand. He put them to good use, even helping him to the bathroom. Yu Jinnan finally urged him that time was running out, so he hurriedly stopped. After the two of them had finished packing, Luo Hao saw the last one on the bedside. He carefully wrote down the product code on the package, then stuffed it into the compartment of her bag and zipped it up. He really hoped that he would be the one to use the last one in the future. Although she had just taken another shower, Yu Jinnan did not apply lotion this time. She got dressed and prepared to leave. She would not die if she did not apply lotion, but if something went wrong, she would be killed by this man. When going downstairs, she asked Luo Hao to carry all the big and small bags. He was full of energy, so let him use it up. She had trouble walking anyway. And that guy certainly did not...

The moment Luo Hao's palm touched Yu Jinnan's body, her legs went weak and her heart trembled. As his movements became deeper and deeper, she could hardly stand. She held on to the edge of the dressing table tightly, afraid that if she let go, she would collapse into his arms.

"How about you lie down on the bed and I'll apply it for you." He suggested, noticing that she was unsteady on her feet.

She flushed with shame, pulled up her long shirt, grasped the collar with both hands and locked it to her chin, and said angrily, "No, this is enough."

But he stepped forward to stop her and said, "Not even a little longer."

She was a little shy, and it was the first time he saw her blush because of him. A warm current of love flowed through his heart. He patiently took her hand, led her to the bed, unbuttoned her shirt one by one, and asked her to lie down on the bed obediently.

"The buttons on my bra were in the way, so I unbuttoned them too," he said as he sat next to her.

The bed sank a little, and her body swayed towards him.

He squeezed more lotion into his palm and rubbed it onto her back. It was so slippery that it made both of them itch. The desire in his body swelled so much that it felt like it would burst through his pants. His hands were no longer restrained, wandering to every place where desire lured them. "Luo Hao—" She wanted to stop him, but the sound muffled in the pillow sounded more like a moan.

His powerful palm suddenly turned her body over and pressed it against his chest. The throbbing heartbeat made his desire tremble into a thread. Familiar yet new. Every time they were together was so good. Luo Hao didn't know how Yu Jinnan could bear to let her go.

He reached for the drawer of the bedside table, and her intermittent voice rasped in his ear, "It's not there anymore. I put it in my bag."

He lifted himself up even higher and pulled the remaining box of condoms from the flame-red Hermès Kelly bag on the bedside table. There were only two left. He put them to good use, even helping him move to the bathroom. Only when Yu Jinnan finally urged him that time was running out did he hastily withdraw.

After the two of them had finished packing, Luo Hao saw the last one on the bedside. He carefully wrote down the product code on the package, then stuffed it into the compartment of her bag and zipped it up. He really hoped that he would be the one to use this last one in the future.

Even though he had just showered, Yu Jinnan didn't apply lotion this time. He simply dressed and prepared to leave. He wouldn't die if he didn't apply lotion, but if something went wrong, he'd be damned by this man.

When they went downstairs, she asked Luo Hao to carry all the bags. He was full of energy, so she let him use it up. She was having trouble walking anyway. Of course, the guy wasn't some Hercules Atlas. When he put her suitcase in the taxi trunk, his hand gave a slight slump, which made Yu Jinnan chuckle for a long time.

With this moment of springtime, the tension between the two of them was no longer so tense. On the way when he sent her to the airport, they looked more like a young couple who were about to part ways.

He walked her to the boarding gate. She wanted to give him a simple hug and leave, but he unexpectedly grabbed her waist and held her tightly in his arms.

She sighed softly, pushed his waist and said, "Luo Hao, don't be like this. We have said goodbye properly. From now on, you take care of yourself. The memories in Hong Kong are very good. Isn't life an experience? So let's stop here."

He rested his chin on her neck, rubbed the hair beside her ear, and murmured, "Don't forget me so quickly, okay?"

He waited for a long time, but she remained silent. He knew he wouldn't get any promise, so he continued, "Don't treat me as a one-night stand. I don't have that kind of feelings for you. Yes, although I don't want to admit it, you are my first love. But I'm not fascinated by you because I've never seen the world. I have good judgment. I've been around since I was a child, and it's not like I haven't seen women, nor have women liked me. I can tell the difference between desire and love. You always make me lose control. I wasn't like that before."

"You will meet a better girl in the future who will be more suitable for your love." Yu Jinnan patted his back, trying to comfort him, but only received a "hehe" from him.

Their bodies separated and they stared at each other quietly.

Luo Hao pulled a small book from his large jacket pocket, handed it to Yu Jinnan, and said, "This is a very interesting book. You're afraid of airplanes, but you can learn some absurd scientific knowledge from this book to help divert your attention. If you feel tired, you can also do progressive muscle relaxation, from your toes to the top of your head, to relax your tense nerves."

Jinnan glanced at the cover of the book—"Those Weird and Worrying Questions"—and couldn't help but smile. But then she saw the English title: "What If?" and suddenly felt sad again.

The broadcast urged passengers on Yu Jinnan's flight to board the plane. She waved to him generously, as charming yet distant as the night they first met, without saying goodbye.

She turned and left without looking back. He watched her back, knowing full well that no matter how long it took her to forget him, he would never be able to forget her in his lifetime.

*~*~*~*~*~*~

After returning to school, Luo Hao hoped that he could still play and hang out with Yu Chuanbei and the others as before, but he found that everything he did was boring.

Yu Chuanbei was officially in a relationship. With Ge Fei, his ultimate wingman, it seemed like there was no girl he couldn't woo. But upon closer inspection, Yu Chuanbei wasn't particularly invested in the relationship. Every time he received a message from Bai Xiaoxiao, he wasn't as excited as he was watching a deep-sea exploration documentary. As for the girl, she was also a star-studded figure. Seeing him so dismissive, she probably looked like a Michelin auto parts store, stocked with spare tires. Therefore, he disdained such a relationship. He could certainly ignore Yu Jinnan's influence and find a quick match at school, but what would be the point?

Luo Hao's confused state continued until the end of the semester. His sophomore year was over and he had terrible grades in all subjects. Fortunately, he did not fail and barely managed to save his life.

Yu Chuanbei's mood was all positive, it seemed that his love affair had not caused any emotional fluctuations in him at all.

Luo Hao couldn't help but wonder if everyone in the Yu family was so cold-blooded. Why did his sister and brother not care about their romantic partners, and there was no sign of any impact on their lives?

Because of his second sister, Yu Chuanbei felt deeply guilty towards Luo Hao. Seeing that Luo Hao was doing so badly in both his studies and his love life, he invited Luo Hao to his home in Beijing during the summer vacation.

After arriving in Beijing, Yu Chuanbei took him to various famous scenic spots, but they were all occupied by the swarms of summer study tourists, making it really miserable for him. So he gave up the trip to Beijing and took him straight to the wild mountains in the suburbs, going wherever there were fewer people, and eventually they climbed all the way to Hebei Province.

One or two days was fine, three or five days was bearable. But after living in the open air for a long time, Luo Hao began to complain all day long. He was not like Yu Chuanbei, a guy with an adventurous spirit who could only rely on his passion to support him.

For the last time, Yu Chuanbei decided on a route and promised Luo Hao that they would return to Beijing after the final climb. Luo Hao endured it.

But halfway up the mountain, they were out of ammunition and food, and the sun was growing weaker and weaker. If they continued like this until dark, the consequences would be disastrous. Luo Hao was becoming increasingly exhausted, and seeing that Yu Chuanbei was also very nervous, he could not complain anymore and could only grit his teeth and accompany him to continue the trek up the mountain road.

Suddenly, a small white house appeared among the trees. They immediately beat their chests and exclaimed in excitement as if they had returned to their ancestors, then ran towards the house.

When they reached the door of the house, they saw the words "Linglu" hanging on the door. Luo Hao read it out loud and couldn't help but mutter, "What does it mean? It's so difficult to pronounce."

Yu Chuanbei ignored him and knocked on the door tentatively.

The person who opened the door was an elegant man who looked very young. They didn't know whether to call him uncle or brother.

Luo Hao was more adept at dealing with people. He enthusiastically called the other person "Big Brother", then multiplied their misery index by two and told the Big Brother a vivid story. After the other party agreed to let them in, they ran in and sat down on the stone bench.

The kindhearted elder brother named Ling poured them some water, and they drank cup after cup. Then a lady named Tong came out, and seeing that they were a couple, Yu Chuanbei and his wife called her Sister Tong.

Seeing that the two young men were so sweet-talkers and looked really miserable, Tong Xiaowei also heard that they were studying at a university in Hong Kong and that they got along well with her husband Ling Xugang. So she wanted to take good care of them, so she washed a basket of fresh fruits for them and made a large portion of mixed fried rice for them.

Yu Chuanbei and Luo Hao were truly blessed to have encountered a living Bodhisattva. This little white house had become a holy temple in their minds. And Ling and Tong, the couple, together, were the "spiritual child." At the time, they hadn't realized his surname was Ling.