44. Accompany me tomorrow night
Although their past interactions were often cheesy and awkward, now they were filled with fleeting moments. Perhaps because they had matured and grown stronger, no longer as immature and inseparable as they were in middle school, they didn't hold hands or kiss or hug after leaving the guesthouse, as if the events just before were just fleeting memories.
Deng Shilang didn't expect her to pinch his hand, stand on tiptoe and kiss him on the cheek like they did in middle school. He just let it go, stopped a few meters from the street corner, turned his back to the passing traffic, and put his hand on her hair. He said, "I'm leaving now. Have a good meal."
Yao Ling glanced at him, without reacting. Just as he was about to move his hand away, she caught the two fingers that had brushed past her ear, lightly touched them to her lips, and then covered his lips with hers, like an indirect air kiss.
Deng Shilang was stunned. A single, subtle, and subtle movement from her could now captivate others. Her face was free of those playful expressions, a subtle, yet distant, allure. It was this ease that made it so easy for her to achieve such success, especially now that she was becoming more mature and striving for perfection in everything.
He couldn't help wanting to kiss her, so he lowered his head, paused, pecked the corner of her mouth lightly, then slowly let go, their lips sticking together.
After waiting in the tea restaurant for several minutes without seeing anyone, Chen Yu sent Liang Litang to hurry them along. Liang Litang turned into the alley and happened to see the two of them. He stood there, either watching a play or attending a class. It was the first time he had seen two seemingly incompatible people so directly. He couldn't help but feel so much hesitation and breakthrough after hesitation.
It's a very different feeling, one of grace and generosity, of restraint and indulgence. Before the shipwreck, it's hard to suppress, just floating on the surface, and after the shipwreck, there are waves and foam, with ups and downs.
He finally understood why they were attracted to each other, and he also understood what Yao Ling said: they just couldn't help themselves. Besides, Chen Li'er was right. If he and she were Deng Shilang, they couldn't help but get close to Yao Ling.
After the kiss, Deng Shilang straightened up and turned around. When he saw Liang Litang, he didn't mind him staying here to do research.
Liang Litang has gone from a standing tree stump to a lightbulb with his arms folded across his chest. "Just watching this makes me full. I don't need to eat."
Deng Shilang could tell he still had something to say. "Alright, you brought Qingqing here because you couldn't stand being hungry and wanted to ask her to eat. I'll go back and finish some drafts. You guys can enjoy your meal."
Liang Litang's stomach just started to growl. He sighed and waved his hand with a complicated expression, telling him to go. "You can't refuse, after all, you're Hayden."
Deng Shilang said goodbye to them and walked towards the MTR. Liang Litang saw him leave and turned to Yao Ling, "Do you want me to keep this a secret from my aunt and uncle?"
"No need, I'm not a student anymore," Yao Ling shook her head.
"The world has changed dramatically, but I remain the same." Liang Litang lamented the changes in roles and relationships.
"It's okay. You've changed too, moving from Mong Kok to Central." Yao Ling smiled slightly at his melancholy tone.
They walked toward the tea restaurant, side by side, past the hanging signs of hardware stores, pharmacy stalls, bakery stalls, massage parlors, and law firms. Dressed in a Central fullsuit and simple sweater, they moved from small brands to big ones, from narrow streets to Sunset Boulevard. The area, bordered by pawnshops on the left and the increasingly luxurious, bordered the main road on the right, was a dazzling sight for buses.
Yao Ling noticed that he was intentionally slowing down his pace, probably because she was leaving Hong Kong and he was accompanying her for a short stroll.
As they walked, Liang Litang chatted with her about recent events. They stopped at the entrance of a tea restaurant, where the aroma of hot egg tarts wafted into the air. He said, "I feel like you don't care about a lot of things. For example, you never asked me how long I've known him, how we met, what he's been doing in the past five years, or who he's been in contact with. You weren't curious at all, and yet you ended up with him."
"I didn't ask before because I didn't need to know. Now, even if I do, I'll go ask him myself." Yao Ling bent over, peered at the box of bubbling egg tarts, and continued, "I'm not good at asking my boyfriend about everything. I'm too lazy and not interested. Besides, I put myself first and don't intend to dwell on his past. I want the present. I might have one or two years in the past five years that were relevant to me, but I don't have a strong desire to know the rest."
"So do you like Hayden or not?" Liang Litang judged that she and Chen Li'er were completely different in this respect.
Yao Ling glanced at him and ignored him, asking him, as the proprietress's son, to put on gloves and give her one of the caramelized egg tarts. Liang Litang reluctantly obeyed, taking four at once and bringing them to the table. As they sat down, the elders across from them were almost done eating.
Liang Litang played with his phone, typing a few words furiously, then put it down, picked up the egg tart, took a bite, and dropped the pastry onto the plate. Yao Ling had just taken a sip of water when her phone rang. It was a message from Deng Shilang.
【DC Hayden】: Stay with me tomorrow night.
【RosalieYL】: Why don’t you accompany me?
[DC Hayden]: Liang Litang just said that you might not like me, I need to confirm it again.
After she finished reading, she smiled in front of Chen Yu and the others, nodded, put her phone aside, and ate.
Yao Ling already knew that she would be leaving in two days and would be with her parents the night after tomorrow. However, she did not plan to stay overnight at the B&B tomorrow night, so she said, "Mommy, I have something to do tomorrow night, so I might not be able to accompany you."
Liang Litang rubbed the crispy crumbs on his fingertips, "Rosalie needs to accompany her boyfriend."
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Yao Shenhe asked.
Yao Ling nodded and said publicly: "Deng Shilang."
After hearing this, Chen Yu connected everything she had seen before and understood: "So it was him, but I remember you didn't want an international relationship before."
"It must be very troublesome." Yao Shenhe was worried.
Liang Litang seconded the motion: "I am both optimistic and pessimistic."
At this moment, Deng Shilang sent a message asking her to wait for him downstairs of the B&B at 7 o'clock tomorrow night.
Yao Ling glanced at the message on the screen, then looked at her parents and said, "Maybe we should give it a try."
Liang Litang supported his head with one hand while listening to their conversation, not intending to reveal, "I've known Hayden for so long, and I've never seen him consider an international relationship."
In other words, Yao Ling is the first and so far the only one.
As agreed, Yao Ling waited for Deng Shilang at 7 p.m. Deng Shilang picked her up, took her to dinner, and then went straight back to his apartment. She had only been there once before; this was the second time.
After taking a shower together, Yao Ling asked him for a hair dryer in front of the mirror. He leaned against her back, put his arms around her waist, opened the drawer in front of her to find the hair dryer, took it out and plugged it in, gently held her hair, and began to blow dry it for her.
The hairdryer made a sound, and Yao Ling felt a gentle breeze of hot air passing by her ears. She leaned against him and let him blow her hair. Her smooth buttocks rubbed against his penis, and the wind shook her hair, blowing it in front of her eyebrows.
He held the hair dryer in his right hand and ran his left hand through a few strands of hair. He then lifted her chin and asked her to turn her face. He lowered his head and kissed her soft lips, sucking in her sweetness. When she opened her mouth, he moved away, shook the hair dryer in his right hand, and continued to blow dry her wet hair.
Yao Lingding kissed the area just below the corner of his mouth, then bit him in retaliation, causing him to mute himself with pain. "Be good, I can't kiss you anymore. If you're not careful, I'll blow your hair away."
"You kissed her first." She turned her head and let him concentrate on blowing her.
But halfway through, she slumped, her hands resting on the vermilion porcelain, her softest flesh tracing his contours, causing him to tighten his grip on the hairdryer. As she drew a circle, he grasped the strands of hair that slipped through his fingers. Soon, he gave up, unplugged the hairdryer cord, set it aside, and grasped her waist, spreading her legs.
When Deng Shilang inserted it, he held her waist with one hand and crossed her breasts with the other hand. With each insertion, her waist bent further, and her hands dug into the ceramic. Her hair, which had just been dried, stuck to her back again because of the steam and heat.
When Yao Ling was penetrated the most from behind, her face pressed against the mirror, her vagina sometimes misty and sometimes clear with each breath. When he hit her sensitive spot, she screamed and reached back around his neck, asking him to go slower, only for him to grind harder, grinding into her xuerou and kneading every nerve there.
Deng Shilang was held by her neck, gasping for breath with every thrust. He wanted to melt into her body and press his lips to her shoulder blades. "It smells so good, it's all my taste."
"Narcissism..." Yao Ling trembled slightly.
He smiled and repeated the logic he had often told her long ago, and then the logic turned into sweet words, "It means you are beautiful."
Yao Ling let go of his hand because of the itch of his warm breath, but he was not satisfied. He wanted her to stick to him as much as possible, share everything with him, do everything with him, and be extremely intimate with him.
"Don't push me away." Deng Shilang said in a low voice and licked her shoulder blade.
Yao Ling's waist was limp from the impact, her knees bent slightly, and she was about to slide down when he pulled her up. She tilted her head, and he kissed her again. As they rammed each other, they kissed tightly, bit each other, and exchanged tongues. The mirror reflected an extremely erotic scene. She couldn't see it, but she could feel it. When doing this kind of thing, she could feel the indelible desire, so much so that her brain was instantly filled with pleasure and her fluids were dripping.
Deng Shilang thrust forward when she was reaching orgasm, and after he ejaculated, the hair dryer was dropped on the ground by them and broke with a bang.
Afterwards, Yao Ling wiped the remaining wet ends of her hair with a towel and asked him to wipe it. After drying her, he carried her to bed, wrapped her in the quilt and tickled her. She hadn't been tickled like this in a long time, and she laughed so hard that her shoulders shook, and she tried to avoid it.
"What Liang Litang said is false, right?" Deng Shilang asked after scratching.
Yao Ling just said, "Guess."
"Fake." He confirmed.
"Then why are you asking me?" she laughed.
Deng Shilang relaxed, almost feeling like a complete failure. "It's fine if it's fake."
Yao Ling became intimate with him, drawn into his embrace. Naked, she embraced him, biting his ear, and realized he didn't seem to feel any pain. He didn't mind her biting until it bled, because he enjoyed it. It was a sign of nervousness, concern, and tension, at least proving she had uncontrollable urges towards him.
Only one day left before she would return to Milan, and he really wanted to hold her in his arms and let her stay with him for a few more days. They had only confirmed their relationship for a few days, and they were about to separate before they could spend any time with each other.
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