Chapter 82 N-Aura
This intimate term, unique to the two of them, acted like a switch, and coupled with these ambiguous words, Chu Beiling was instantly captivated.
Completely forgetting Zhu Qing'an, she focused entirely on indulging in Xing Yu's presence.
For a period of time, Chu Beiling was enveloped by Xing Yu's aura, and the surroundings became a void, leaving only the most real feeling that Xing Yu gave him.
Xing Yu slowly moved his hand down and plucked the strings like a zither.
Chu Beiling gasped and reached out to grab his mischievous hand, but Xing Yu, having anticipated her intention, tucked it behind her back.
Unable to move, one can only passively endure.
Chu Beiling felt like a balloon that had been inflated to its limit, about to burst.
He opened his mouth with difficulty, his voice hoarse: "Xing Yu..."
"Hmm," Xing Yu lifted his eyelids, lazily meeting his dazed gaze: "What's wrong?"
This person appears to be as virtuous as Liu Xiahui, a ninja turtle who remains unmoved even with a woman in his lap, but in reality, he is cunning and wicked. Taking advantage of his understanding of him, he intentionally torments him, even asking questions he already knows the answers to.
Chu Beiling's nerves were on edge. He slowly leaned over and touched Xing Yu's shoulder, signaling him to let go.
Xing Yu tilted his head slightly, subtly changing his teasing technique.
This relentless teasing left him itchy all over, yet unable to vent his frustration, which was unbearable.
Chu Beiling mumbled incoherently, "Xing Yu... give me a quick death."
He's going crazy.
Xing Yu smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, when have I ever let you down?"
Xing Yu had never disappointed him, but he also never let him go. He became more and more patient, slowly tormenting and wearing him down, making him live a life of debauchery, until he realized that his body was always suspended in mid-air, unable to go up or down.
Chu Beiling suddenly remembered a cello etude that Xing Yu always practiced at Zhalongkou, called "Libertango".
The tango rhythm, particularly the strummed parts, alternates between fast and slow, characterized by its free-flowing and dynamic rhythm.
Chu Beiling didn't understand music, but once asked out of curiosity, "Why is this the same piece always used for the opening practice?"
Xing Yu replied, "Libertango is suitable for training left-hand dexterity, quick shifting, and vibrato techniques."
Chu Beiling didn't quite understand, but he had seen Xing Yu play this piece using his fingering before.
Even if he didn't understand, he could tell from Xing Yu's skillful finger movements that his level was definitely not low, just like art students who paint.
A steady mind and an even steady hand are essential; without exceptional pen control, they cannot draw whatever they desire.
The pain outweighed most of the comfort.
This feeling was really unbearable. Chu Beiling pressed down on his shoulders, trying to twist, push away, and escape, but he was held down and couldn't move.
—His scalp was about to explode, and Chu Beiling bit his lip hard to keep himself from making any strange noises.
Just as he reached the critical point, Xing Yu said unhurriedly, "Say something nice, or beg me."
"Damn it," Chu Beiling couldn't help but curse, "Black Sesame Dumpling, this is definitely revenge on me."
Yes, Xing Yu admitted that he was not a kind person at heart.
“Don’t swear,” Xing Yu said, his technique becoming even more skillful and wicked, “Also, who do you want to fuck, hmm?!”
I was tormented terribly, and the suffering was unbearable.
Chu Beiling, too weak to resist or continue being stubborn, whispered in his ear, "Come on..."
Damn it.
Having finally heard the words he had been longing to hear, Xing Yu kindly let him go.
After the fun.
Chu Beiling buried her face in his neck, breathing softly.
After a while, he gradually regained his senses and felt Xing Yu's state, which was very close to him.
Chu Beiling, feeling embarrassed, said to Qingqing Sang, "You haven't... I'll help you."
Before they could even touch, Xing Yu blocked them, raising his hand to press his wet fingertip against Chu Beiling's lips. "I don't need it."
Before he could respond, Xing Yu grabbed his waist and pulled him away, took a tissue and wiped his fingers one by one, then casually threw the tissue into the trash can, and raised his chin: "Go take a shower."
Chu Beiling lowered his eyes, transforming into Doraemon: "Really not going to?"
Xing Yu raised his hand and covered his eyes: "You want to do it again!"
Chu Beiling nodded subconsciously, then quickly shook her head, and slipped out of the study before Xing Yu could react.
Xing Yu picked up Chu Beiling's phone.
Zhu Qing'an's call ended half an hour later.
Xing Yu squinted – what a pity.
Yu Ri, the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month, means there are only two days left until Lunar New Year's Eve.
Early in the morning, Xing Yu was awakened by a phone call. When he opened his eyes, he saw Chu Beiling sleeping peacefully.
A warm feeling flowed through Xing Yu's chest as Chu Beiling fainted in his arms. He stayed with him for a whole day and night while Chu Beiling was unconscious.
But none of them felt as genuine as this moment.
—Chu Beiling has truly returned, back to his side.
The phone kept ringing. Xing Yu moved to answer it, but Chu Beiling clung to him like an octopus, clinging to him from head to toe.
Perfectly fitted.
Unable to move, Xing Yu shifted his body and hooked his phone from the bedside table.
It was Xu Tunan's phone call.
He rarely calls early in the morning, and unless it's related to the company, Xing Yu can't just hang up.
He coaxed Chu Beiling in a low voice, "I'm going to answer a call, I'll be right back, let go of me first."
As before, Chu Beiling, half-asleep, obediently let go of him, turned over, and kicked the blanket off.
Xing Yu glanced down at the sleeping man, smiled helplessly, picked up the blanket and wrapped Chu Beiling up like a dumpling to prevent him from kicking her.
Xing Yu rolled out of bed and went outside to answer the phone.
Xu Tunan asked, "Are you going to go on a beach vacation with me this Spring Festival or not?"
Xing Yu's words revealed a hint of displeasure: "You called me so early in the morning just to talk about this!"
"Isn't this important?!" Xu Tunan said, "Give me a straight answer, whether you're going or not."
"I'm not going," Xing Yu said.
Xu Tunan: "No, why? What's the point of you staying in the country alone?!"
The rain that had fallen all night had stopped, but the mist had not yet dissipated, and the Qiantang River in the distance was only a hazy silhouette.
Xing Yu said, "Chu Beiling and I have made up."
“Oh, you two are going to spend it together? He said he wouldn’t be coming back to Singapore for Chinese New Year, so we decided to invite him over. We haven’t gone out together in a long time,” Xu Tunan belatedly realized, “What did you just say? You and he got back together?”
"Mm," Xing Yu replied.
Compared to Zhu Qing'an, Xu Tunan naturally sided with Xing Yu and also harbored malicious intentions to break up the relationship between Chu Beiling and Zhu Qing'an.
However, since this was not a proper and legitimate arrangement, he still wanted to remind Xing Yu: "Chu Fanfan still has Zhu Qing'an as her boyfriend."
The indoor heating is on, and it's stuffy and dry, which is a bit uncomfortable.
Xing Yu opened the window, and a large amount of dampness rushed in. It was a stark contrast between hot and cold, a feeling that was very uncomfortable, yet strangely pleasurable.
"So what? The one who isn't loved is the mistress."
Xing Yu couldn't continue speaking. If it were him ten years ago, he would have been confident no matter what.
But now Xing Yu has none, not even a little bit.
Xu Tunan said on the other end of the phone, "Xing Yu, I support you in fighting for it. I'll cheer you on."
Xing Yu held onto the doorway, tapping absently with his fingers: "No rush."
Xu Tunan nodded and said, "Since that's the case, let's go together. Shengxia is also planning to come."
"No, thank you." He wanted to be alone with Chu Beiling.
Xu Tunan had never been able to persuade Xing Yu, but there were others who could.
He said, "We're leaving tomorrow afternoon, we've chartered a plane. We can change our minds before then, you can ask Chu Fanfan too."
After a moment's thought, Xing Yu said, "Okay."
After hanging up, Xing Yu turned and went to the bedroom, where Chu Beiling was still asleep.
He used to like sleeping in. Xing Yu stared at Chu Beiling's sleeping face for a while, then took his laptop from the study and sat on the bed to work.
His employees got a Spring Festival holiday, but he didn't.
Preliminary work on "Return of the Safe and Sound" has been completed, and production will officially begin after the Spring Festival.
Xing Yu checked each step again from beginning to end, marking any doubtful points for after the New Year. Once everything else was confirmed to be in order, he put down his notebook and rubbed his temples.
It was almost 9:30, and Chu Beiling was still asleep, fast asleep.
They are used to working 007 in their line of work, so it's rare for them to have free time to rest properly. Xing Yu didn't call him, but took the iPad, put it on his lap, and started drawing.
Chu Beiling lay on her side facing him, her eyes tightly closed, anxiously clutching the corner of his pajamas as if afraid he would run away.
Xing Yu lowered his hand, cupped Chu Beiling's hand in his palm and squeezed it, then took Chu Beiling's hand and began drawing.
After finishing the line drawing, Xing Yu created a new layer to add color. Beside him, Chu Beiling's eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes half-closed, not fully open: "Are you drawing me?"
"Yes, I'm drawing you." Xing Yu asked with interest, "You're not allowed to draw me?"
Chu Beiling: "No, it's just that I look a little ugly right now."
Xing Yu smiled and said, "Not ugly at all, very good-looking."
Chu Beiling: "Even if I'm ugly, I believe you can draw me beautifully."
Xing Yu: "..."
Chu Beiling pouted and complained pitifully, "Brother Ayu, I can't draw you anymore now..."
He stopped talking abruptly and opened his eyes instantly.
The Apple Pencil drawing Chu Beiling's sleeping face stopped, and Xing Yu scanned him inch by inch: "What were you about to say? Why did you stop?"
Chu Beiling propped himself up to sit up, a force restraining him. Looking down, he saw that Xing Yu was still holding his hand, and didn't let go even when he looked over.
Chu Beiling leaned against the headboard and glanced sideways at his burning, scrutinizing gaze, then cleverly continued what she had just said: "I'm fine now."
Sensing his reluctance to talk, Xing Yu didn't press further, but instead said, "Xu Tunan said he's going to a small island for vacation this Spring Festival. Do you want to come along? Sheng Xia will probably be going too."
Upon suddenly hearing Sheng Xia's name, Chu Beiling felt as if he had been transported to another world.
Sheng Xia and Li Dong of that year were luckier than him and Xing Yu—
Not only did he completely sever ties with Xing Yu, but he also severed all ties with people and things from his youth, becoming a person, an isolated island.
Chu Beiling hadn't seen them for a very long time and didn't know how Sheng Xia and Li Dong were doing.
He asked, "How are Sheng Xia and Li Dong doing now?"
Xing Yu shook his head: "I'm not sure, and I haven't been in contact with them for a long time."
Chu Beiling nodded and then asked, "Which island are you planning to vacation on?"
Xing Yu: "Sri Lanka."
Chu Beiling: "I don't have a visa."
Even if he did, he didn't really want to go out; he just wanted to be alone with Xing Yu.
Xing Yu: "Then let's stay in the country."
Chu Beiling casually added, "It's been a long time since I've felt the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year in China."
He was a little unaccustomed to the lively atmosphere at the supermarket a couple of days ago.
However, saying this would have been better, as it plunged the rare relaxed atmosphere into a deathly silence once again.
Be silent for a moment—
Chu Beiling casually started a conversation, trying to break the silence: "Are we going to bring Grandma Chen over for the Spring Festival?"
Xing Yu sighed softly: "It won't work. Grandma Chen is already used to living there. Bringing her here suddenly to an unfamiliar environment will make her uncomfortable and could worsen her condition."
After a pause, he continued, "It's lively at the nursing home, you won't be bored. If you miss Grandma Chen, we can go see her this afternoon."
Chu Beiling felt a tightness and soreness in his chest. He knew almost nothing about the people or things around Xing Yu.
Even if you try to avoid it, you still accidentally step on it.
The barrier of time and years.
Thinking of Grandma Chen's appearance when they met a while ago, Chu Beiling's nose tingled slightly. He nodded and then shook his head: "Let's wait a couple of days."
Grandma Chen, trapped in time, still remembered what happened back then, and told him with both expectation and determination, "Don't be afraid."
Chu Beiling didn't know if she could handle her current state.
Xing Yu: "Okay."
The two lingered in bed for a while before getting up, washing up, and eating the brunch Xing Yu had made. They then sat quietly in the living room.
Feeling a bit languid after a satisfying lunch, Xing Yu sat on the sofa, looking at the colors of the painting he had just seen, while Chu Beiling looked down to reply to a message.
Just like ten years ago, we are each doing our own thing, but we are connected at heart.
After taking a shower yesterday, it was already late at night. Xing Yu dragged Chu Beiling to bed under the pretext that she shouldn't stay up late.
Perhaps it was because Xing Yu was by his side, but he, who rarely gets a good night's sleep, was able to sleep well again after a day and a night of unconsciousness and soon fell asleep.
As a result, none of the messages were processed.
Zhu Qing'an: [What's wrong with you?]
Zhu Qing'an: [Aren't you going to explain to me?]
Just as he was about to reply, Xing Yu snatched his phone away.
He said calmly, "I still wish you well?"
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