29. You are not important to me
The light from the wall lamp in the room was pale yellow, blocking the outside of the sheets and casting their shadows.
Yao Ling was held in his grip, her grip unrelenting. The pain and pleasure surged simultaneously, leaving her brain in a state of chaos. She had no time to struggle, and she couldn't form a complete sentence. His penis fiercely stretched her labia, rubbing from the inside out, from her vagina to her already bulging clitoris, bringing a sharp numbness. She finally couldn't bear it anymore and cried out, feeling like she was about to lose control of her bladder, her heart beating rapidly.
The sheets slipped down due to his large movements, and light leaked in, shining on her thin eyelids. A new round of climax hit her, and she raised her head, then slumped it down again. Her neck was sweaty, gleaming in the yellow light.
Deng Shilang saw this and bent down to bite her neck. As she trembled, he freed her red wrists and pulled her down, tangling with the bedsheets. He lifted her legs to his shoulders and, in this position, accelerated his thrusts. The light in the shimmering watery depths of her vagina were stretched even deeper by the lifting of her legs, and water flowed from her labia to her soft flesh.
Yao Ling had just let go when he was thrust deeper. Slowed by the continuous intense orgasms, she unconsciously tightened her grip around his penis, pumping it in and out, making him unable to stop, thrusting in and out quickly. Too fast and too hard, she couldn't handle the intensity. Her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes hazy, her heels rubbing against the sheets, "I can't take it anymore..."
The tip was covered with slippery liquid, and the repeated attacks made loud noises. At the critical moment, Deng Shilang pushed forward hard, and seeing her unable to help but arch her waist, he ejaculated.
I don't know how many times I did this later, and the messy bucket was filled with many wrinkled condoms, which was extremely crazy.
In the middle of the night, Yao Ling woke from a dream, pulling the covers tighter than usual. Her wrists ached from turning. She opened her eyes, startled, to find herself nestled in his arms, her head resting on his arm, his hand on her waist, their breaths balancing. It had been a long time since she'd slept in his arms like this, without even having to look up to see his face.
She was quiet for a while, staring at him in the night, thinking about what he had said. They would live well, and it was because of their separation that they could develop their futures without any constraints. It would be unrealistic to continue like this, so she understood. After making love with him, she pulled his hand away and moved gently out of the bed.
Deng Shilang was awakened by her movement. He realized that she was about to leave and said lazily, "Do you want me to carry you back to your room?"
Yao Ling didn't know whether he was a kind person or just concerned about her. She moved to the edge of the bed, put her feet up, and just said, "I can walk." But the next second, when she landed, her legs went limp and hit her knees on the headboard.
Deng Shilang expected her to be stubborn, so when he heard the sound of someone falling, he got up reluctantly, turned on the wall lamp, put some simple clothes on each of them, picked her up with both hands, and sent her back to her room.
They were just a few steps away. Yao Ling landed in front of the bed and hugged his neck, but she couldn't help but say, "That really hurts."
"I thought you wouldn't feel any pain."
"It hurts." She lowered her eyelashes, "You don't listen."
He put her down and tucked her in. She opened her eyes, her lips dry, and said calmly, "I broke up with you. Why should I ask how you're doing? I made it very clear at the time, and you agreed. Bringing up old scores doesn't respect our joint decision."
Deng Shilang heard her voice becoming a little hoarse and said to her, "I'm just reminding you now that you've come to that point, so don't get involved with me for sex anymore. Do you still think you're important to me? Without you, I'll be able to move on faster than you think. I have my own life, and so do you. We're only meeting because we're doing you a favor and remembering our past relationship."
Yao Ling looked at him and said, "You are not important to me either."
"I'm not stupid. I know what you always want." He knew her temperament very well. "Take what I just said seriously. You can do it as long as you want."
She was silent for a while, turned over, covered herself with the quilt, and said, "I'm very sleepy. You should go back and don't stay here."
Deng Shilang said no more. He had said everything he needed to say. He had an unpleasant argument with her, so he left the bed, closed the door, and went back to his room.
After he left, Yao Ling clutched the quilt and stared at the dim wall lamp for a long time. She was so tired that she fell asleep without realizing it.
She seldom dreams, and doesn't like the dreams she had in the past. She inexplicably dreamed of spending her days in a language class, waking up and falling asleep until morning. In a daze, she heard the sound of the door of the next room opening and closing. Steven was talking to Deng Shilang there. A few minutes later, the footsteps in the corridor became farther and farther away.
Yao Ling didn't fully wake up until the afternoon. Around three o'clock, Shen Yu hadn't noticed her and, thinking something had happened to her, kept knocking on her door. She got out of bed and unlocked it. Her face was pale, her lips were peeling, and she looked unwell.
Shen Yu finally saw her and was frightened by her appearance. He touched her cheek to check her temperature. Fortunately, she didn't have a fever. "What did you do? Go to a party?"
"I just did it with my former classmate." Yao Ling said lightly, turned around, took a few steps, and lay weakly on the bed.
"What? You can still have such a crazy time here?" Shen Yu frowned in dissatisfaction. She knew her daughter's personality well, and she knew how to control it and not exaggerate like this.
"I'm fine." Yao Ling buried her face in the pillow.
Chen Yu didn't know which man had tormented her like this. She was a little angry, but she couldn't say it. After all, adults have their own ways of playing. She opened the balcony curtains to let the light in, went to the entrance to adjust the indoor temperature, and said, "I'll make some effervescent tablets and bring you a bowl of porridge. Remember to eat it."
Yao Ling ate her first meal at 5 p.m., drinking the water she had taken with the effervescent tablets. She felt a little better. Her hands and legs hurt the most, but everything else was fine. She would recover after a day of rest.
There were exceptions. She sat at her desk, scrolling through her iMessages, and came across a Serbian friend. She was her first close friend in Milan, named Danika. Danika was a pure Serbian beauty, with flaxen blond hair and striking Eastern European features: deep-set light brown eyes, a high nose bridge, and a face the size of a palm. They had both arrived in Italy at eighteen. Danika was the more accomplished, studying medicine and having earned her driver's license at seventeen. To integrate, she had to learn the language, and she had been in the same classes as her from A1 to A2.
Yao Ling opened the chat box and read their scattered records. Then she turned to WhatsApp and could see a lot of previous messages offline.
She slid down, felt a little headache, turned off her phone, and lay down on the bed to sleep.
It was Sunday, and West Kowloon in Hong Kong was bustling with activity. Deng Shilang and Steven had gone their separate ways. He returned to his apartment with his luggage and showered when he heard his phone buzzing. WhatsApp and Instagram were flooded with messages, piled up from days of business trips, but he hadn't checked much, giving himself a weekend break.
After returning and cleaning up, Deng Shilang went to Hengfeng for dinner as usual. The airport pick-up time was at nine o'clock. He searched for flights from Tokyo to Hong Kong, said a few words to his parents, and drove to the airport.
Even without traffic, the journey to the island would take half an hour. He wasn't turning on the radio, but listening to the traffic news. Sunday traffic was not smooth, so he was stuck in traffic for a while. He stopped behind a bunch of cars, peered out the front window, and his eyes stopped at the fragrance Chen Li'er had bought at Marks & Spencer.
After entering the Hong Kong airport, Deng Shilang went to the arrival floor to pick up the passengers. He saw on the screen that Chen Li'er's flight had started to collect luggage. After standing and waiting for a while, he saw her pulling out the suitcase.
After a few days apart, Chen Li'er would rush into his arms, all tenderness and love. He would hug her back, stroke her hair, and stay like that for a few minutes. Honestly, they had always been good together. They had known each other since they entered HKU, fell in love after their respective graduate programs, met each other's parents, and had been in a stable relationship for two years.
Chen Li'er's biggest fear was being a fuckboy, and after breaking his vow, he'd had sex with Yao Ling many times, more intensely than ever before. He felt a pang of guilt at this, feeling like an irresponsible, rotten person, and simply wanted to return to his own life and make amends. As for Yao Ling, she had always remained aloof, causing others trouble while remaining unscathed. He didn't need to worry too much about her.
After getting in the car, Chen Li'er naturally opened the storage compartment and took out the candy she had put there. Deng Shilang received several messages from Liang Litang asking about his situation. He replied that he had received Gigi and was driving towards the Kowloon Peninsula at night.
Liang Litang was looking forward to seeing Deng Shilang, and he sent messages to Lu An one after another, even using iMessage to bother Yao Ling, asking her when she would come. Yao Ling saw the message from Liang Litang at twelve o'clock, and she was speechless and threw her phone on the bed.
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