13. It's even.

"What? What size is wrong?" Mu Jia looked at the box on the control panel, not quite understanding what he meant.

The box she had at home was just something she bought casually when she ordered cold medicine from a takeout restaurant last time, to reach the minimum order amount. She hadn't paid any attention to the size.

Besides, if it's not right for him, then he's a lunatic!

"Too small."

"..."

"Chu Chiyi!" she struggled, "What exactly do you want to do?"

The setting sun outside the car window shattered into a blurry halo, and the world was shut out through the black film on the glass.

Mu Jia stubbornly turned her face away, her jaw clenched tightly, her gaze fixed on the blurry light and shadow outside the window. Her chest heaved violently with the force of her resistance, and even the graceful curves outlined beneath her soft clothing were a testament to her defiance.

Chu Chiyi suddenly reached out, grabbed her chin with considerable force, and forcefully turned her face back to him.

“You were right just now,” he stared at her, then suddenly chuckled, “I’m really not used to playing supporting roles.”

"..." You bastard, you hold such a grudge!

Her skin was slightly cool under his fingers, while his palm felt like a branding iron.

"Didn't you keep asking me if I was okay?" He moved closer, his hot breath brushing against her lips, carrying a dangerous allure.

In the dim light inside the car, his eyes, like two dark flames, were fixed on her.

Mu Jia's breath hitched as she saw surging fire in those eyes, and something deeper, more primal.

"Let go!" she struggled, her nails digging into his strong forearm muscles, leaving pale crescent-shaped marks. The disparity in their strength was stark and cruel at that moment, yet it also carried a thrilling, unsettling quality.

"Stop thinking about it." A slight smile played on his lips. "Since you're so curious, I'll tell you now."

He suddenly leaned down and fiercely captured her lips.

Mu Jia clenched her fists and pounded on the man's shoulders and back, again and again. But the strength was gradually drained away by the kiss, turning into a trembling of her fingertips.

Without her noticing, her fist loosened, and instead she gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly, her knuckles turning white.

His kisses also began to change, no longer purely plundering, but mixed with some guidance, or rather, seduction.

His tongue swept across a sensitive spot on her palate, causing her to flinch.

He keenly sensed her softening, and a hand slid down the curves of her body with irresistible force, caressing her slender waist and lingering on her slightly cool legs.

The hem of her skirt was pushed up rather roughly, and the cool, dry air inside the car touched her suddenly exposed skin, stirring up a layer of fine particles.

His palm pressed against that delicate skin, its temperature alarmingly high.

"Doesn't it hurt?" he whispered breathlessly between her lips. "So, the one who's really hesitant and can't take that step is you, isn't it?"

Mu Jia wanted to refute, but only managed to let out a broken, soft moan.

"Get out! It hurts!" This time, it really hurt.

But he became even more aggressive, asking, "Doesn't it hurt when you're with him?"

She began to crumble, and her stubbornness and rigidity gradually disintegrated.

Chu Chiyi adjusted her position, pressing her halfway down onto the lowered passenger seat. The cool leather of the seat created an intense stimulation against the burning skin on her back.

Without any cushioning, he slumped down.

"Chu Chiyi! You bastard! It hurts..."

But in reality, the pain is far less than the stimulation, because they are so familiar with each other's bodies.

The tight fit brought a moment of stillness, and Mu Jia gasped because of the extreme fullness.

Feelings are mutual. The place he hadn't explored for so long had almost reached its limit in terms of tolerance. The man gritted his teeth and swallowed back something that was almost in his mouth.

Now that things had come to this, after a couple of seconds of pause, he suddenly had a mischievous urge and continued to provoke her: "Didn't he say last time that he and you were very compatible? Are you as 'compatible' as we are now?"

"...You bastard! Go to hell!"

"Okay." He nodded in agreement, "Let's die together."

His body seemed to become a boat tossed about in a storm, his broken sobs mingling with his name, indistinguishable as a curse or a plea.

But the collision was so intense, as if he hated her fiercely.

Mu Jia's mind began to blur, but in her hazy state, she couldn't help but feel a vague suspicion. Shouldn't she be the one who hates her?

She didn't know how much time had passed when an intense pleasure exploded from their point of union like a tsunami, instantly engulfing her entire body. A burst of white light flashed before her eyes, and her body tensed violently.

The lingering aftertaste, like a warm tide, gently washes over the suddenly relaxed nerves.

Mu Jia leaned back in her seat, feeling somewhat exhausted. After a long while, she unconsciously ran her fingers through her sweat-dampened hair.

Chu Chiyi suddenly leaned in and kissed her again.

People were coming and going outside the car. Mimi barked repeatedly in the back seat and scratched at the back of the leather seat in front, but Mu Jia seemed to hear nothing.

She had no strength left to resist, passively submitting to his demands beneath her. The kiss deepened, as if the air in her lungs was being squeezed out, and her brain began to spin from the lack of oxygen.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but just when she felt she was about to suffocate, Chu Chiyi finally released her.

He stepped back slightly, his breathing equally heavy, his dark eyes still fixed on her, but the emotions surging within them seemed even more turbulent and unpredictable than before.

Fresh air rushed into her lungs, and Mu Jia took a deep breath. Her reason, which had been taken away, returned instantly. Shock, humiliation, anger, and a strange, inexplicable feeling of excitement over what had just happened surged into her heart.

"Smack!"

The crisp sound of a slap echoed loudly inside the car.

She didn't hold back, and Chu Chiyi's face was slightly turned to the side, leaving a clear finger mark on his fair cheek.

The car fell silent again, with only the sound of their rapid breathing.

Two seconds later, Chu Chiyi slowly turned his head, pressed his tongue against the cheek where he had been slapped, and looked at her with a gradually calming emotion, finally leaving only a dark and inexplicable calm.

He looked at Mu Jia's still glistening, slightly swollen lips, her face flushed with anger and embarrassment, her chest heaving violently, and the faint tear tracks on her cheeks. He spoke in a hoarse, low voice, "We're even."

Mu Jia stared at him in disbelief, noticing the finger mark she had just left on his cheek.

The house was dark, with no lights on. Mu Jia sat silently on the edge of the bed.

My body felt sluggish from the soreness and satiation, and my mind was just as dull and confused.

The events of that afternoon were still vivid in her mind, and she was puzzled by them.

In the end, he said, "We're even."

What does that mean?

He offered no explanation for his inexplicable loss of control, nor did he apologize.

They just left behind those three equally inexplicable words.

Along with that slap, it brought an unpleasant end to everything that happened today.

Mu Jia shook her head, trying to think, but found that she was unable to think deeply about anything at the moment.

For a moment, she was even a little confused about who she was, where she was, and what she should do next.

So all I can do is sit there blankly.

The phone screen, which was lying to the side, suddenly lit up.

Mu Jia felt like she had finally found something to do. She breathed a sigh of relief, picked up her phone, and realized that her hands were still trembling slightly.

Xiao Yu's latest message flashed on my phone.

Why wait any longer? Do you have plans tonight?

Mu Jia paused for a moment, remembering that she had said she would treat him to dinner during the day.

When she was abroad, she had to manage both domestic and international affairs, often having to attend meetings with people back home late at night, regardless of the time difference.

Therefore, she mostly used her days off to catch up on sleep, often sleeping through the night until the afternoon or even evening. Every time she woke up, it was already dark, and she would have a very real feeling of being abandoned by the whole world.

After getting to know Xiao Yu, he gradually learned about her daily routine when she was resting. So he would wait for her to wake up and invite her out for drinks, karaoke, dinner, and parties. This often pulled her out of that feeling of being forgotten by the whole world.

She looked down at the message for two seconds, then replied with a "OK".

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