Chapter 61 Numb.61 Pressed on her mole

What could she say? Xu Wu lowered her eyes to avoid the slightly rapid breathing of the person in front of her. When his cool lips touched her skin, they were tinged with a warm, wet temperature from his scalding tears.

Those few whispered words struck her eardrums heavily, and the hands that were gently pressed against her face never moved away. They even unconsciously rubbed her skin with their thumbs until they slowly turned red.

He was uneasy and at a loss.

Xu Wu belatedly realized this.

As the other party's actions became increasingly aggressive, she could clearly feel the temperature on her face rising rapidly, and even her breath became somewhat scorching.

She was all too familiar with every movement Jie Ying made, not to mention that she could easily catch even the subtle changes in his emotions.

Yet, deep down she felt it wasn't enough; her heart seemed to sprout fine spiderwebs, fragile yet capable of firmly binding its willing prey.

"I don't know what to say to you," Xu Wu said softly after a long while. Even though she tried her best to sound calm, the slight tremor in her voice after she shed tears could not be concealed. She sniffed and warned softly, "Take a few steps back and don't come any closer."

Although her words sounded fierce, she knew they had no real power. Even her drooping fingers unconsciously reached out to grab the hem of the person in front of her as she spoke, but before her fingertips could actually touch them, she quickly realized what she was doing and withdrew her hand in annoyance.

Xu Wu seemed to be competing with him, letting the cold wind lash her skin, but the breath Jie Ying exhaled onto her cheeks could not be dispelled. She did not want to look up at his facial expression, so she naturally pretended not to notice his hand cautiously trying to move to her thin lips, even if it was just a fleeting touch.

She had so many questions to ask.

I want to ask, why did you leave without saying goodbye?

I want to ask, why didn't you think of coming to find me?

I want to ask, why are you having such a hard time?

I've thought about these words countless times over the years, but I often only start to despise myself when I realize what I'm saying.

She shouldn't think about that kind of person, and she shouldn't suffer because of it.

He was the one who seduced her; he was the one who made a mistake.

It was she—who was consumed by temptation.

Jie Ying still didn't lower her hand, her tense gaze fixed on Xu Wu, making it impossible for Xu Wu to ignore her.

However, it must be said that his not backing down made her feel at ease to some extent, and her wildly beating heart, which needed to be released, was soothed.

Neither of them spoke again. Xu Wu's thoughts were in turmoil. Several times she wanted to say the words that had slipped to her lips, but somehow she swallowed them back down.

She lowered her head and quietly exhaled. The intense emotions she had just felt were finally forced back down. Although they couldn't dissipate immediately, she could still keep her mind clear for a moment.

"I'm sorry." He finally managed to put his hand down.

Before Xu Wu could react, the area warmed by his palm was suddenly touched by the wind, causing the temperature to drop rapidly and leaving a chill.

She subconsciously looked up as Jie Ying spoke, and her gaze met his earnest yet sorrowful eyes, causing her to freeze in surprise.

The eyes hidden beneath his bangs are exactly the same as they were back then—beautiful yet selfish.

She had viciously slandered him countless times, causing his pupils to shatter into countless fragments, yet he would reshape them and return them intact.

So at this moment, I lowered my head and looked into her eyes.

His amber-colored pupils were barely visible in the darkness, yet they remained as clear as a priceless gemstone.

Xu Wu looked up and clearly saw her reflection, her face still wet with the tears from her sobs.

“I didn’t leave without saying goodbye back then,” he said again, standing quietly, “nor did I not want to look for you.”

Jie Ying said, "I couldn't leave because I didn't have any identification on me at the time."

He spoke calmly, as if he were talking about someone else's affairs, and tried to use a relaxed tone. However, the occasional glances he made at Xu Wu's changing expression betrayed his constant anxiety.

That year, his mother took him to Beijing for the Spring Festival, ostensibly to pay New Year's visits, but in reality, it was a blatant rip-off.

The father's younger son, who had remarried, was diagnosed with leukemia and urgently needed a bone marrow transplant, and he happened to be a match.

So the mother made a deal with the father to sell him to him, and she took the check to start her own business.

Their ID cards and cell phones were confiscated without mercy; it was ostensibly for care, but in reality, it was imprisonment.

His memories of that period are rather hazy now; he can't recall the major details.

He was in so much pain that his body still retained muscle memory; he didn't remember how he got back to Lijiang, nor did he remember how he felt when he saw the empty house.

He felt an unusual calmness within him; he could not feel the tearing pain.

Xu Wu is gone.

He dared not do anything, not even inquiring about where the other party was going to take the exam.

Xu Wu probably doesn't want to see him. Why would she want to see someone like him? It's simply incomprehensible.

But he still wanted to see her, even if it was just a glimpse from afar.

I won't bother you, as long as I don't bother you.

Because he had seen her, he no longer wanted to be a lonely ghost wandering in a desolate world.

“If you don’t want to disturb us, you shouldn’t be here.” Xu Wu looked at him coldly, but her tone was anything but icy.

She tried her best to examine Jie Ying's expression and state as she described the matter. With each sentence, she felt her heart die a little more. The immense panic and the heartache she was aware of but unwilling to admit seeped into her bones and nerves, almost causing her to die of pain in this night.

Xu Wu didn't consider herself a person with abundant emotions. For a long time, she felt that her most intense emotion was indifference. But at this moment, she couldn't drive away these bitter feelings that didn't belong to her, letting them climb up haphazardly until they were revealed in her eyes.

“I’m sorry to have bothered you, but,” Jie Ying’s deep eyes curved into a smile as she whispered, “I never want to be too far away from you again.”

The solemn yet seemingly light words, swallowed and dissolved by the wind, struck Xu Wu's heart again, leaving an unfillable hole.

The meaning of life, as embodied by Xu Wu, remains vibrant even in death.

He was afraid that his head would never roll to her side.

Therefore, he was unwilling to back down.

"..." Upon hearing this, Xu Wu shifted her gaze to a small stone not far behind Jie Ying and muttered, "I didn't allow you to get very close to me either."

"So, is the current distance permissible?" A faint smile gradually appeared on his lips, his tone leaving no room for argument, yet also revealing a very obvious expectation.

Even though Xu Wu didn't want to pay attention, he still stubbornly wanted to stare into her eyes—or her red lips, where he had just brushed against with his hand, his thumb still remembering the soft touch. Jie Ying's eyes darkened involuntarily, as if surging with some unspeakable gloom, extremely dangerous.

Get close to her, hug her, bite her.

I wanted to kiss every bone and every drop of blood in her body without any restraint.

He felt hungry for this and desperately needed Xu Wu's flesh and blood to fill the emptiness.

A burning sensation, like silk threads, gradually gathered in his lower abdomen, slowly heating up there, causing him to tense his back and muscles, and forcefully clench his fists.

They were getting closer and closer, and he could easily catch Xu Wu's habitually pursed lips with a slight downward glance—he wondered if her body temperature was as cold as the wind.

The scent of freesia on her was not obvious, and he was slightly anxious when he first didn't notice it, but now he suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

It wasn't that it wasn't obvious, but rather that it had changed to a scent he was more familiar with.

It's sea salt.

The shower gel that had once clung to his skin remained on Xu Wu's body, and his scent stayed with her for five years.

Whether in social situations or on a stage where thousands are watching, in places unreachable by others, his unique and intense aura always clings to the other person, waiting for them.

Realizing this, Jie Ying's breathing suddenly became heavier, and her eyes as she looked at Xu Wu were filled with desire that could no longer be concealed and the most intense and filthy lust.

Just like how Xu Wu had gotten his clothes on before, the thought of it made Jie Ying's teeth itch, and he desperately wanted to bite something to relieve it.

Xu Wu frowned at the gaze fixed upon her, which reminded her of a pack of wolves lurking in the shadows, their pupils glowing a sinister green, their backs arched high, displaying strong, powerful muscles, their eyes fixed on their prey's neck, baring sharp teeth as if trying to kill with a single blow. Jie Ying was a wolf cub poised to pounce, and she was a lamb trapped in ambush.

“Now,” she turned her head away uncomfortably, trying to avoid the gaze that seemed to engulf her, “it’s not with my permission.”

Then, she heard a very soft laugh, so low that it made her ears tingle. An uncontrollable electric current spread through her spine all the way to her tailbone, making her thighs feel weak and she almost lost her balance.

Jie Ying said, "Get closer."

Xu Wu's tightly furrowed brows didn't relax; she took a wary step back, saying, "No..."

Before she could finish speaking, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

His warm, slightly damp palm gripped her skin with such force that it almost dug into her flesh, causing her some pain.

Immediately afterwards, she was pulled forward without warning, stumbled a few steps, and fell precisely into the arms of the person in front of her.

Just like countless times before.

Xu Wu pressed her ear against Jie Ying's chest, and through the thin layer of flesh and clothing, she could clearly feel his powerfully beating heart.

That was Jieying's heartbeat; her body stiffened.

Then another hand covered the back of her head, forcing her to face him with an irresistible force, her face pressed against his neck.

Xu Wu clenched her fists tightly, then relaxed them again after a couple of seconds, her eyes reddening and her nose stinging.

The suppressed sob churned again in her throat, poised to burst forth.

She hadn't been held like this by him for a very, very long time.

Before long, Jie Ying moved her hand from the back of her head to the back of her face, placing her left hand on her cheek.

His thumb pressed precisely on the two small moles on her face, one above the other.

Four fingers were placed on the back of Xu Wu's neck, applying slight pressure to force her to lift her chin.

Heavy, uncontrollable breathing, mixed with an overwhelming sense of aggression, pressed down upon them.

Author's Note: I'm sending you all red envelopes (kneels down)