Chapter 7: Express Box "Tonight... use them all up? Huh? ...

Chapter 7

“Bang!”

The phone fell on the carpet with a heavy thud.

Why? Why was this picture her screensaver? Her last screensaver was... a picture of her and Xunli.

Zhui Lian's teeth chattered together, making a slight clattering sound. She suppressed the fear in her heart, stood up from the bed, and wanted to pick up the phone herself.

But Yu Peizhi was one step ahead of her again and had already picked up the old phone from the carpet.

“…My hand just slipped.”

Zhui Lian raised her hand, trying to take back her old phone from Yu Peizhi, but the other party turned around and dodged her outstretched hand easily.

Her fingertips trembled a little: "Pei Zhi?"

"Wait, that's a little dirty."

The screen was not turned off yet, Yu Peizhi raised his fingertips and wiped away the non-existent dust on it.

The moment I lowered my head, the golden color caught my eyes.

A very soft sound escaped from his throat: "Ah...what is this?"

Zhui Lian moved her lips and said, "They should be some campus promotional photos taken by the student union during high school."

Yu Peizhi nodded thoughtfully: "Is that so? Lianlian's high school is pretty good."

Is it good? In what way?

If we only talk about Xitingfugao's own resources and financial strength, that is natural.

So Zhui Lian said, "It's okay."

Yu Peizhi suddenly smiled and said, "It seems that our Lianlian doesn't like it very much."

"Also..." Zhui Lian opened her mouth, but stopped talking halfway.

Xiting Attached High School was the first high school she attended when she left her hometown at the age of sixteen to work in S City. It was the best aristocratic high school in S City.

If the door of the big red convertible sports car had not been opened, the nearly ten-centimeter silver stiletto heels would have fallen to the ground.

The tall woman in the red dress had big brown wavy curls. She raised her hand to take off her sunglasses and called out her name with a smile.

People of her class shouldn't have set foot there.

She didn't want to mention the door that shouldn't have been opened for her.

Yu Peizhi's fingertips tapped the blond boy's face hard, but his voice was still very soft and gentle, like the whispers of lovers, and he asked her: "What about this person? Is he your former classmate?"

This was another place she didn't want to recall.

Zhui Lian reached out again, trying to take the phone back, and answered more evasively: "Yes, it was a classmate in high school."

But Yu Peizhi raised his eyes and held the phone tighter between his fingers.

I can't pull myself out of the pursuit of pity.

Yu Peizhi's voice was very soft: "Really?"

"A classmate so close to you..."

His gaze was glued to her cheek, yet it was filled with a poisonous coldness. "A classmate who stares at you like this while you sleep..."

"A classmate with such long arms..."

"My classmates are almost clinging to you..."

"I like your classmates so much..."

…

Prayers, words of farewell. Like a believer mumbling to himself as he kneels in worship, or like a wandering soul chasing after a displaced phantom.

Count them one by one, sentence by sentence.

The voice became flatter, colder, and sank.

"Just as one leaves, another comes..."

Until Yu Peizhi raised the phone in front of Zhui Lian, the screen almost touching her nose, "One after another..."

He laughed and sighed, "Lianlian, you are so good to me."

The slender fingertips sank into the skin of Zhui Lian's cheek and caressed it.

The deeper it gets, the more bizarre it becomes.

A suppressed madness emerges from the weirdness.

"But I'm really... sad."

The fingertips scraped against Zhui Lian's lips, the force increasing, with a hint of punishment, the corners of Yu Peizhi's mouth slowly twitched, revealing an expression that didn't look like a smile——

"...Look at me, only look at me, why can't you just look at me?"

The moment the alarm sounded, a shadow had already descended.

Yu Peizhi tore off the buttons of the white flannel coat, and several of them rolled onto the carpet.

In the dead silence, this tiny sound was extremely clear.

Yu Peizhi's cold lips touched her neck, feeling wet and cold, and his cold fingers moved down.

His fingertips were rough, but with irresistible force, they slowly moved across her shoulders, neck, and collarbone.

Little by little, it finally reached the hem of her sweater and slid down along her well-defined waistline.

That is not a caress, it is a mark, it is control, it is blasphemy.

His fingertips had hooked onto the edge of the inappropriate fabric.

The hot, humid breath sprayed on her face, heavy and oppressive.

Like a fish on a chopping block, Zhui Lian struggled in vain, but still couldn't stop the cold fingers from reaching deeper into her body.

“Ding Dong—!”

The sharp and piercing doorbell suddenly tore through the sticky suffocation in the room.

The shadow pressing on her suddenly lightened.

Zhui Lian almost instinctively pushed the person away and rolled off the bed.

She didn't even bother to straighten her askew sweater. She staggered out of the bedroom barefoot, rushed to the living room door, and tremblingly turned the doorknob.

There was no one outside the door.

Only the cold air blew in a few snowflakes, the corridor lights were on palely, and a small express box was placed on the ground.

It looks like someone from the post station is here to deliver a package.

Now gone.

Her feet pressed against the cold tiles of the corridor. Zhui Lian looked down and saw that the woman in the reflection had messy chestnut hair, her light yellow sweater was rolled up to her waist, and her trousers were loose.

There was no way he could rush out into the heavy snow in this state.

Behind him, footsteps approached slowly.

A slightly cool hand gently rested on Zhui Lian's exposed shoulder.

"Baby," Yu Peizhi's voice rang out behind her ear, gentle and calm, without a trace of the madness just now. "Come in quickly, it's cold outside."

Zhui Lian bent down stiffly, picked up the cold express box, and returned to the house.

Yu Peizhi gently closed the door behind him, blocking out the wind and snow.

The box fell at her feet, with her name clearly printed in the recipient column.

She desperately needed to do something, anything, as long as she could temporarily avoid the sticky gaze behind her... scissors! Yes, scissors!

She rushed to the TV cabinet, squatted down, and rummaged through the drawers with trembling fingers.

Scissors. Found it.

The cool metal in my hand gave me a false sense of control.

She knelt on the carpet and stabbed hard at the tape on the edge of the express box! The tip of the scissors slipped away and stabbed down again, her movements flustered and clumsy.

A shadow fell.

Yu Peizhi had quietly stood beside her without her knowing when.

He had straightened his slightly messy shirt collar, and even had a faint smile on his face as he looked down at her as she poked the cardboard box in vain.

"Baby," he said calmly, with just the right amount of confusion, "So urgent?"

Zhui Lian ignored him and gritted her teeth as the scissors finally pierced through the tape.

She slashed it open.

“Shhh——”

There was a big crack in the cardboard box.

It was packed with stuff.

Not documents, not clothing.

It's a box.

Lots of boxes.

The box is square and brightly colored, with a striking brand logo and explicit product images printed on it.

--condom.

A whole box, neatly stacked and filled to the brim with condoms.

There are at least a dozen boxes.

Zhui Lian froze, and the scissors fell to the ground with a clang.

She had never bought anything like this.

"Ah..." Yu Peizhi let out a short cry as if he had suddenly realized something.

"I bought it a while ago."

He squatted down and looked Zhui Lian in the eye. The confusion on his face turned into a smile of understanding, even a little embarrassed. "Since I don't have much stock at home, I sometimes have to go out to collect folk songs. Lian Lian is often at home, so I filled in your information."

Yu Peizhi's tone sounded light and relaxed, even smiling: "I didn't expect it to be delivered today."

He casually fiddled with the boxes piled up like a mountain in the box, causing a slight rustling sound.

Zhui Lian stared at the colorful packaging boxes, her stomach churning.

Not caring about the scissors still lying on the ground, she stood up and stammered incoherently: "I...I'll go find out where I should go to get a new phone card tomorrow."

Just want... just want...

Escape from this space, escape from this person, escape from this disgusting pile of things.

But his wrist was grabbed.

The force was not great, but it was like a snake's tongue licking the wrist and its fangs injecting venom.

"Replace the card?" Yu Peizhi gently pulled her back, facing him, and leaned forward slightly, trapping her between him and the sofa.

"What's the hurry, baby?"

He raised his eyes and his gaze fell on Zhui Lian's pale and dazed face. The evil smile on his face deepened, and his eyes were filled with undisguised desire and control.

"Look." Yu Peizhi raised his chin and pointed at the box.

His voice was low and extremely gentle, yet it carried a sticky, coaxing tone: "Everything has arrived."

Yu Peizhi tightened his arms and pressed Zhui Lian closer to himself.

"Baby, good baby."

The tip of his tongue licked Zhui Lian's earlobe, again and again, "My dear, my dear baby."

"How about..." The tone was clearly negotiating, the voice was as light as a feather, but it was filled with unquestionable firmness, "Why don't we try it in the living room?"

He seemed in good spirits, but his words were eerily serious: "Use them all... tonight? Huh?"

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I revised it once and I think this version is the best. I will revise it tomorrow. TVT