10. In a state of confusion and infatuation, everything is on the verge of spiraling out of control.

The next second, the world spun around.

Chu Chiyi grabbed her ankle and pressed himself against her, pinning her to the bed behind him. His tall shadow completely enveloped her. His other hand braced himself on the pillow beside her ear, trapping her between the bed and his body.

A kiss landed, silencing her gasp before she could even utter a sound.

In the midst of their entanglement, something was gradually filling up, finally overflowing its banks. It was unclear whether it was the lingering awkwardness of the argument or the pent-up emotions of a long-suppressed surge of feelings.

His kisses traveled from his lips to his neck, leaving a warm, wet trail.

His hand had somehow slipped inside her clothes, bringing waves of familiar, dizzying tingling sensations.

Mu Jia couldn't help but hunch over, her nails unconsciously digging into his taut arm muscles.

Chu Chiyi suddenly pulled her up, guiding her hands upwards with one hand, and completely removed the hoodie from her body.

The next second, he released his grip on her wrists and traced the lines of her body downwards.

Mu Jia suddenly tilted her head back, gasped, and her toes curled up from the intense stimulation.

His lips pressed against hers again, silently comforting her, and Mu Jia instinctively began to respond.

After an unknown amount of time, Chu Chiyi buried his face in her neck, breathing heavily. Each thrust of his fingers was deep yet tender, bringing waves of heart-pounding pain and pleasure.

She gradually began to only let out soft whimpers, her legs unconsciously wrapping around his strong waist, responding to the increasingly out-of-control rhythm.

Confused and infatuated, everything seemed to be spiraling out of control.

Chu Chiyi paused for a second, then he propped himself up slightly from her and reached for the still-open drawer by the bedside with his other hand.

Mu Jia's body trembled slightly because of his sudden pause, and the next second, his straight instep brushed against something.

"pain…."

A soft sob, tinged with emotion yet distorted by real pain, escaped from her lips.

This word was like an icicle, instantly piercing the man's mind, which was shrouded in desire.

Chu Chiyi's movements suddenly stopped.

A few seconds later, Mu Jia finally opened her eyes and watched as the emotions in his eyes rapidly dissipated like the receding tide.

He got off her, his movement sending a cool breeze through him.

The sudden emptiness and the exposure of her skin to the cold air made Mu Jia instinctively curl up.

Chu Chiyi sat on the edge of the bed, his back to her, his shoulder and back muscles taut like a fully drawn bow. After a while, he pulled a thin blanket from the foot of the bed and draped it over her.

"sorry."

"..." Mu Jia looked at him in surprise, wondering why he had such a big reaction. Was it because of that one word she just said?

She opened her mouth, as if to say that it didn't actually hurt that much.

But how could I possibly say it?

Five minutes later, Mu Jia was the only one left in the house.

She looked at the band-aid that had just been put on her ankle, curled up by the bedside where her body still retained warmth and scent, her body still trembling slightly from the intensity of what had just happened.

The stinging sensation on my skin intertwined with the lingering scent of desire in the air.

With no one else at home, she started unpacking the packages one by one.

After settling the packages and tidying up the boxes scattered on the floor, she wandered around the house a few times unconsciously until she realized that there seemed to be nothing else to do for the time being, before returning to her bedroom.

Having been away for more than half a year, everything was covered in dust. She changed the four-piece bedding set first, and then thought about cleaning up the rest of the bedding in the next few days.

She made the bed, but she couldn't fall asleep at all. She lay down anyway, turned on the white noise on her phone to help her relax, and eventually drifted off to sleep.

The band-aid on my ankle felt tight and uncomfortable.

Mu Jia wanted to wake up and peel the small patch off her skin, but she was trapped in a nightmare and couldn't wake up.

When Lu Siming was in his second year of high school, there was no evening self-study session for the first and second year students at Pinghai No. 1 High School on Fridays. However, after school on Friday afternoons, he had a math Olympiad training camp organized by the second year students.

Friday nights are usually the day when the two families have dinner together, so Mu Jia always has to wait for him for more than an hour after school.

That day, Mu Jia did her homework in her own class for a while. When she saw that it was almost time, she went to wait for Lu Siming next to the classroom of the second year of high school.

Arriving at the classroom door for the training camp, she peered inside through the glass of the back door.

Perhaps because the training session was nearing its end that day, there were no teachers in sight. Instead, there were a dozen or so students sitting in the classroom, some writing furiously with their heads down, others deep in thought with their heads up.

There weren't many students participating in the training camp; they were scattered sparsely throughout the classroom.

Lu Siming happened to be sitting in the last row near the door.

Mu Jia glanced at him twice, but her gaze involuntarily shifted to the boy in the black hoodie next to him.

The boy wrote down the last number, habitually adding a dot at the end, and gave a lazy smile: "It's good that we finished writing together this time, so we don't have to come next time."

Lu Siming was stunned for a moment, then said helplessly, "You're just taking advantage of Old Zhang's affection for you, acting arrogantly and doing whatever you want!"

The boy put down his pen noncommittally, looked up, and casually glanced around before turning back to wink at Lu Siming.

"What's wrong?" Lu Siming asked, puzzled. Seeing his gaze fall on his back, he subconsciously turned around as well, and only then did he see his cousin's small face reflected in the glass.

The desks in the classroom were arranged in pairs. Before he could react, Chu Chiyi next to him had already stood up and sat in the empty seat in front of him.

He paused for a moment before understanding what she meant, and could only quietly open the back door of the classroom to let Mu Jia in. Then he sat down in the seat that Chu Chiyi had just been in, making room for her to sit in his original seat.

Mu Jia sat down beside him and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "How much longer?"

"Okay." Mu Jia did as instructed and took out the workbook.

Lu Siming finished his task and, feeling rather bored, craned his neck to look at her homework. After glancing at the red marks and circles on the paper, he couldn't help but comment, "Your accuracy is really just so-so."

Mu Jia is writing about politics.

Her grades in all subjects were actually quite good, except for politics. The old lady who taught politics in her class often commented that she "had too many ideas of her own and couldn't figure out the intentions of the test setters."

"It's really just so-so." She pouted, humbly accepting the assessment. "By the way, do you have time to lend me your first-year high school politics notes?"

“My humanities subjects were actually pretty average in my first year of high school. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have chosen science when I had to choose my major in my second year.” Lu Siming looked at her with a bit of helplessness. “I’ll ask Ke’er for you tomorrow.”

Mu Jia was about to nod when she suddenly remembered something and whispered, "No need."

"Huh? Why?" Lu Siming looked at her with some surprise.

His mother and Chu Bike's mother were colleagues, and their families had lived in the same neighborhood since they were little. The two had been inseparable childhood sweethearts since kindergarten. Over the years, Mu Jia had also become quite close to her, and every time they met, she would always address her as "Sister Ke'er this, Sister Ke'er that."

He was wondering what was going on when he saw Mu Jia staring at the back of the boy's head in front of him.

Although Lu Siming had good grades, he was not a bookworm. When he caught a glimpse of Mu Jia's gaze, and combined with her unusual behavior when she first met Chu Chiyi, he couldn't help but feel a stirring in his heart.

Lu Siming couldn't help but chuckle to himself, and continued, "However, he never used to take notes for humanities subjects. So, don't even think about him!"

Mu Jia then realized that he was deliberately teasing her, rolled her eyes at him silently, and prepared to lower her head to continue doing her homework.

At this moment, the person being discussed in the front row suddenly turned around.

The two people behind them were slightly startled, thinking it was because of the "crickets chirping behind their backs" they had just heard.

Lu Siming looked at him, pretending nothing had happened: "What's wrong?"

The boy's gaze fell on the top of the girl's head, who was engrossed in doing her homework. After a couple of seconds, it returned to the papers on Lu Siming's desk: "It's okay, I forgot my test paper."

Lu Siming suddenly realized that he was sitting in Chu Chiyi's old seat, and their papers were mixed together. He looked down, just about to pull out Chu Chiyi's papers and return them to him, when he suddenly heard the other say, "When Lao Zhang comes back later, can you hand them in for me?"

After saying that, he pulled on his school uniform jacket draped over the chair and stood up.

Mu Jia looked up and saw the boy walk forward, casually tossing an empty black coffee can into the trash can next to the podium, before striding away through the front door of the classroom. She couldn't help but show surprise.

Lu Siming chuckled beside her, "That's just how he is, you'll get used to it."

In late autumn, after the training camp ended, they walked out of the teaching building. It was almost completely dark, but Lu Siming could still see the girl's bright eyes in that darkness.

"What's up?"

"Mm." She nodded.

"What do you want to ask?" He knew exactly what she was thinking. "Ask him? Chu Chiyi?"

The twilight concealed the faint blush on the girl's face, and one could only sense her momentary pause, as if she hadn't expected him to be so direct.

The girl was taken aback again. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly, he's different from those guys who fawn over you!"

He looked at the girl and saw that she still looked completely bewildered.

So he simply said, "Putting aside his character, academic performance, and other things, just looking at him, you can imagine how many girls would be interested in him."

"Hmm." Having experienced similar things, Mu Jia was no stranger to this. She looked up at Lu Siming. "So?"

But then she heard her cousin make the final judgment for someone else: "But he has no interest in that kind of thing."

How did you know?

"I've known him for so long, and I've never seen him talk to any woman much."

"oh."

"Jiajia, he's different!"

Although the two cousins ​​played and joked around on weekdays, no matter what, he absolutely did not want to see Mu Jia waste time or get hurt.

Besides, he also had his own selfish motives. He was afraid that after Mu Jia ran into a wall with Chu Chiyi, he would be caught in the middle and feel awkward from both sides.

But Mu Jia seemed determined to get to the bottom of things, insisting on finding the exact reason: "How is it different?"

Mu Jia was awakened by the barking of a dog. She picked up her phone from the bedside table and realized that she had slept for four or five hours. The curtains were not drawn in the room. She glanced out the window and saw that the sun was already beginning to set.

She rubbed her eyes and, with some difficulty, sat up amidst Mimi's persistent meowing.

Then it dawned on her that this was usually Zhong Sufang's regular time to walk the dog. Mimi had developed a habit of barking incessantly.

So I quickly washed my face, changed out of my pajamas, and took the dog downstairs.

A few minutes later, she had just walked down to the park next to the First Bathing Beach when her gaze suddenly froze.

I spotted a familiar figure, half-squatting on the curb at the park entrance.

On the other side, several stray cats of different colors were gathered in front of him.

Chu Chiyi had changed into a sharp suit at some point, and now he was squatting at the park entrance feeding cats—the scene was both jarring and jarring…

In the early autumn evenings, the leaves of the sycamore trees have turned a deep golden hue, and a few leaves fall with a rustling sound when the wind blows.

The sunlight was no longer scorching, but became warm and bright, like melted honey, smeared on the somewhat antique red brick walls of the park.

He was squatting by the wall. His head was slightly lowered, and the lines of his profile were particularly clear and sharp in the sunlight. His high nose bridge cast a small shadow, and his expression was completely relaxed, even with a touch of nonchalant laziness.

The person was squatting, but there was no sign of awkwardness or embarrassment. From a distance, they looked a bit like a large feline resting in its territory, exuding a calm and composed aura.

Long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles held the cat treats, and the cats eagerly crowded around, purring contentedly.

He suddenly reached out and gently scratched the chin of the calico cat in front of him, the movement neither too light nor too heavy, revealing a certain familiarity.

It was Saturday, and the air was fresh after a light rain. There were many people jogging around the beach both inside and outside the park.

The eyes of many young girls around them all fell on the same spot.

However, the person in question seemed completely oblivious, casually holding the cat treat and preoccupied with entertaining the several eager "cat masters" vying for his attention.

On a fine afternoon, someone whose consultation fee is said to start at four figures per hour, and whose time is worth every second, would be squatting on the curb beckoning cats and dogs. Mu Jia really couldn't understand why.

Just assume he has a congenitally abnormal thought process.

Because of his posture, Chu Chiyi's suit jacket was unbuttoned, his tie was slightly loose, and his shirt collar was casually open, revealing a small patch of his collarbone, adding a touch of unruliness to his ascetic elite aura.

Several college-aged girls walked past Mu Jia, slowing their pace and exchanging excited glances as they chattered: "Look over there! So handsome... Is he a celebrity or an internet celebrity? Are they filming something?"

Mu Jia followed their gaze and subconsciously glanced at that figure again.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

Then, she picked up the dog and tried to pass by him silently.

But the next second, as if it had eyes in the back of its head, it finished feeding her the last bite of cat food, stretched out its long legs, stood up from the ground, turned around and smiled at her, "Slept well?"

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