Chapter 57, Chapter 57: Not pleasant, I forgot to account for our shortcomings...

As the New Year's bells rang, a flood of New Year's greetings poured in, and the two of them started ringing incessantly.

But I can't hear anything anymore.

As soon as the first phone call came in and things went wrong, Meng Yanxi had the foresight to kick her phone and pants out together, along with Jin Zhao's bag, only keeping the unused box inside.

But they were all used up eventually.

Some people initially complained that it was too small and uncomfortable, but later found it so comfortable that their minds went blank time and time again.

So it's possible that even if the phone was in the bedroom, the two of them really couldn't hear it.

The heavy solid wood door blocked out all the sounds in the living room. They hugged each other tightly, trembling for a long time, wishing they could become one.

...

Jin Zhao slept very soundly.

Actually, when the phone rang for the first time, it was already the second time.

The first time ended rather hastily. It was clear that Meng Yanxi was a novice like her, with little experience, and unwilling to give up, she hugged her and couldn't wait to do it a second time.

The second time she felt so happy, her scalp tingled.

She only remembered a long, long time. He manipulated her into various positions, mostly face-to-face, and he seemed to particularly enjoy looking at her. She lost count of how many times she broke down, and each time Meng Yanxi would kiss her tenderly, but he wouldn't let her go. Later, he seemed to hear the New Year's countdown in the distance, and finally, together with that counting sound, at the moment the New Year arrived, he held her tightly, together with her.

The third time, she actually felt that was enough, but someone coaxed her, saying that there was one left, and since she had already bought it, she might as well use it together, otherwise it would take up space in her bag.

She was so happy and lightheaded at that moment, her mind was blank, and she was completely lost in thought, forgetting to refute his initial complaint that she was too young.

She doesn't remember much about what happened after that.

The overwhelming pleasure overwhelmed her senses, and she suspected that he had knocked her unconscious. However, she clearly remembered that he carried her out of the shower and they even changed rooms.

As he passed through the living room, his phone rang intermittently a few more times, receiving several messages in the short journey.

She opened her eyes halfway when she heard the bell. She didn't remember what time it was, but she could estimate that two or three hours had passed since the New Year.

Big capitalists are really popular; people were sending him blessings all night long.

In the context of the real situation, it sounds more like a congratulatory message.

She thought blankly for a moment, then suddenly realized that he had carried her out. Thinking that he still wanted more and was planning to move to another place, she shrank back in fright, buried her face in his chest, and whispered, "That's enough."

He chuckled softly, kissed her forehead, and said, "What are you thinking about? It's just changing rooms to sleep in."

She was slow-witted at the time and didn't think to ask why, but this person was wicked and answered without asking.

"The sheets are soaked."

Jin Zhao: "..."

Later, he seemed to have blow-dried her hair, and his hands were wandering around while he was blow-drying her hair, but she was too tired to pay attention to him. She lay on his lap and fell asleep in a daze. When she turned over, her face accidentally touched something, and he woke up immediately.

She was very glad that she had bought the smallest pack.

And I've decided to buy only the minimum amount from now on.

...

When she opened her eyes again, the man was already awake, leaning against the headboard playing on his phone, with one arm around her.

The blackout curtains were drawn, and the room was so dim that it was impossible to distinguish between day and night. The faint light from the phone screen illuminated his face, highlighting his sharp, defined features, high brow bones, and deep-set eyes.

She stared at him, momentarily lost in thought for two or three seconds, before the memories of last night flooded back like a tide.

Her first instinct was to close her eyes and pretend a little longer—no, to sleep a little longer. But then, as if his chin had eyes, he suddenly looked over and asked, "Awake?"

The voice that had been nagging at her all night, spewing all sorts of lewd remarks that had made her blood boil, appeared again, and Jin Zhao blushed in response.

Meng Yanxi didn't know if she noticed, but she gently bent down and kissed her forehead.

He wasn't wearing any clothes. When he got close, she could feel his body's scent. The scent of cold mountain pine mist was very clean, carrying the unique warmth of skin-to-skin contact, which she liked very much.

"Should I have someone bring food up?" he asked.

Jin Zhao lowered his eyes, avoiding his gaze from his bare chest muscles, and whispered, "Okay."

He paused for a moment, then asked, "Would you like a few more bottles of water?"

Although Jin Zhao wasn't as celibate as before, she was still quite innocent compared to him. At first, she didn't grasp his hidden meaning and naively thought he was very considerate. She was indeed very thirsty. Two seconds later, when she remembered why she felt so thirsty and their act of switching rooms in the middle of the night, her face flushed bright red.

The bad guy chuckled softly in her ear.

This person is always like this; he can't be serious for even a minute.

"Meng Yanxi, do you really think no one will put a sack over your head and beat you up like this?" She stared at him blankly.

Meng Yanxi slowly sat up straight and said seriously, "No, after all, I only treat you like this."

I can see that.

Jin Zhao was initially a little annoyed with him, but when she thought about how he seemed like a seasoned pro but was actually a naive and reckless person at the beginning of last night, and how he was unwilling and childish after his first time ended so hastily, she felt that she could forgive him for another minute.

Meng Yanxi looked down at her phone and sent a message, asking someone to bring food over.

Jin Zhao did indeed feel hungry.

She blinked and asked, "Is it daylight now?"

Meng Yanxi raised an eyebrow at her, but didn't say anything. She casually pressed the switch on her phone, and the curtains slowly opened.

The bedroom's floor-to-ceiling windows face the same direction as the living room, directly overlooking the lake. Lying in bed, one can see the distant lake and mountain scenery, a truly delightful sight. However, the sky outside was still quite dark, like it was five or six in the morning.

"It's not even dawn yet," she murmured, realizing she had only slept for a short while.

Meng Yanxi looked at her amusedly: "Five o'clock, it's almost dark."

Jin Zhao was shocked; she had actually slept for so long?

She could hardly believe it: "What time? Five o'clock in the afternoon?"

Meng Yanxi handed her the phone directly.

The phone's time was in 24-hour format, showing 16:59. It wasn't even 5 o'clock yet, but Jin Zhao hesitated for a moment and watched helplessly as 16:59 jumped to 17:00.

How infuriating! Even the timing seems to be perfectly in sync with his smugness.

At the same time, a message suddenly popped up on the screen.

Jin Zhao had no intention of invading his privacy, but the message popped up too quickly and was short, so she read it all without realizing it.

Zhuang Yu: [I heard Xixi came over with her classmates last night, would you like to go see them?]

Afraid of disturbing her sleep, Meng Yanxi put her phone on silent after bringing it in. She didn't see the message, showed her the time, and then naturally turned off the screen and tossed it aside.

Jin Zhao, feeling inexplicably guilty, reminded him, "You have news."

"What news?" Meng Yanxi asked casually.

Jin Zhao wavered between not seeing clearly and telling the truth.

Meng Yanxi had already seen it, but didn't reply. She raised her eyebrows and looked at Jin Zhao.

Jin Zhao silently pulled the blanket up a little.

She wasn't wearing anything under the covers.

She would feel a little awkward meeting students at this time.

People treated her like a teacher, but she and her brother partied all night. Everywhere, in every position, they'd been doing it since last year.

Meng Yanxi: "What Xixi? I ​​don't know her. We severed our sibling relationship a long time ago."

Jin Zhao: "..."

She didn't know why her boyfriend, who was usually so aloof, would sometimes act silly like that.

When she confessed her feelings to him, she was too shy to say it directly, so she deliberately said that the school forbids teachers from dating college students, but she didn't know if it was okay to date a college student's brother. Meng Yanxi, being such a sensible person, immediately understood and said that if the college student she was talking about was his sister, he could immediately sever his sibling relationship with Meng Zhuxi.

But that was just a tacit understanding and acceptance between them.

Jin Zhaoke dared not be the one to cause trouble and sow discord between the siblings, and explained with a wry smile, "I was just joking, don't take it seriously."

"Joke? Don't take it seriously?" Meng Yanxi said, emphasizing each word.

Jin Zhao's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly added, "The part about confessing my feelings wasn't a joke."

Meng Yanxi still had that intimidating expression: "It's too late, I'm already injured. What do you think we should do about this?"

Jin Zhao accused Meng Yanxi: "...Meng Yanxi, you're trying to scam me."

Meng Yanxi had already thrown her phone aside and pressed down on her.

At first, I cupped her face and kissed her lips, then moved from her lips to her chin, to her neck, and her collarbone...

His gaze fell on the marks on her chest, his eyes darkened instantly, and he kissed her again.

Meng Yanxi's hair was stiff and it tickled her skin when poked.

Jin Zhao held his head, amused, and begged for mercy: "We can't do it again."

The man stopped and looked up from under the covers.

"Does it still hurt?"

I don’t know if it’s because of the angle, but whenever he looks at her from below, her usually a bit cold peach blossom eyes suddenly become indescribably clear and affectionate, and her eyelashes are so long, she looks like a clingy big dog.

Last night, the two of them indulged themselves a bit, and the overwhelming pleasure surged like a tide, numbing the discomfort. Fortunately, they slept all day and felt much better.

But she could neither say that she was in pain nor that she wasn't.

She cleverly made up an excuse and whispered, "We've already used them all up."

Thank you for insisting on finishing it last night.

Unfortunately, it was too early for Xie. Some shameless scoundrel surprised him by saying, "It's okay, I bought new ones. They fit perfectly. I bought a lot."

Jin Zhao: "..."

She didn't know what he was emphasizing.

She found it unbelievable: "When did you buy it?"

Meng Yanxi: "When you were sleeping in the morning."

Jin Zhao: "..."

Okay, on the first day of the new year, this person went out very early in the morning, probably before the shops had even opened, and the first thing he did was buy condoms, and he bought a lot of them.

She didn't know why she had such a high sense of morality, and that she felt ashamed as he did.

Jin Zhao blinked blankly: "Happy New Year."

Meng Yanxi paused for a moment, then chuckled softly, "Happy New Year, girlfriend."

He just had a sharp tongue and was teasing her; he didn't do anything else.

When the food was brought up, he just hugged her affectionately, but he was really mean-spirited and said to her, "I saw it this morning, it is a little swollen, and I have already applied some medicine for you."

Jin Zhao: "..."

"Meng Yanxi, I really will put a sack over your head and beat you up." She threatened without much intimidation.

Meng Yanxi hugged her, chuckled softly, and said, "No need to put a sack over my head. You can hit me, I won't fight back."

Jin Zhao appeared silent, but in reality, he was out of options.

Meng Yanxi's mouth quieted down for a while, then he quietly held her, as if making up for the tenderness he owed her for falling asleep so quickly last night.

His gaze fell on the condom box on the ground. He stared at it for a while, and a silent smile appeared on his lips.

"When did you buy it?" he asked in a low voice.

Jin Zhao was stunned for a few seconds before he realized what he was talking about.

But she couldn't really say that after the speech that day, Meng Yanxi deliberately undermined her by saying in front of the principal and leaders that she wanted to spend New Year's Eve with her. On her way back, she went out the west gate and bought a box of medicine at a pharmacy outside the west gate.

Because I was a little shy and afraid of running into students, I didn't look carefully and just grabbed a regular-sized box, which also had the fewest quantity.

She nestled in his arms and mumbled, "You said you'd come back for New Year's Eve."

But Meng Yanxi's question was perhaps too perceptive; despite her vague answer, he could still guess the answer perfectly: "You bought it on the day of the speech?"

Jin Zhao: "..."

Meng Yanxi kissed her hair and chuckled meaningfully: "Luckily I made it back in time, I didn't let you down."

Stop talking.

Meng Yanxi gently took her hand, interlocked their fingers, and asked softly, "Don't you think it's too fast?"

Jin Zhao remained silent.

At first, it did feel fast, after all, they only got together in mid-November and had sex in less than two months. Especially since Meng Yanxi's social status was so unequal to hers, she felt uneasy and insecure.

But that night, when she heard the girl talk about his Banling Single Parent Growth Fund, she suddenly remembered his WeChat profile picture.

A landscape photograph taken in the desert: one half is a cracked, arid Gobi desert, barren of yellow sand and no vegetation; the other half is a desert oasis, with clear blue water reflecting the sky, and lush, vibrant grass along the banks. In the corner, a feather, pure white and light, is blown by the wind, drifting from desolation into life.

She originally thought it was just an ordinary landscape photo with great artistic tension, even somewhat like him—sometimes silly, sometimes a bit pretentious. But that night, after hearing the girl's speech, she opened it again and stared at that feather for a long time.

It turns out that Meng Yanxi really did confess his feelings to her when she was seventeen.

It took her nine years to understand.

Jin Zhao quietly hugged his waist and nestled against his chest.

After a long silence, she murmured, "I'm not happy. I forgot to count the nine years we missed."