53. I remember you reading
I thought we would stop after the second time, but in fact we did too much afterwards, so much that Yao Ling couldn't even hold the cup steady when she went to the kitchen to drink water in the middle of the night.
She finally made it to the kitchen to pick up the cup when her thighs suddenly twitched, forcing her to bend over and support herself, waiting for the intense force to subside. No matter how hard she tried to control herself, the tremors continued. The cup in her hand fell to the ground, shattering into pieces. She was completely unable to recover.
Soon, familiar footsteps approached, and the debris reflected a figure. In the next second, Yao Ling was carried to the table, away from the debris-strewn floor. But all of this was due to the person who had carried her. If he hadn't been non-stop from afternoon to evening, making love to her until her muscles were cramped, she would never have broken the Murano black and white crystal glass she bought in Venice in the middle of the night.
She had been in bed since midnight, but her thighs were twitching constantly from the intense sex she'd just been having, leaving her half asleep and half awake. At two in the morning, Deng Shilang's remote work was due, and she still hadn't fallen asleep. Instead, she was growing thirsty, so she got out of bed.
Light seeped through the crack in the door of the adjacent study room, where he was holding a regular meeting. He hurried over to hug her, still wearing a single Bluetooth headset. He wore one so he could keep an eye on her movements, worried about waking her, or worried she might suddenly feel unwell and need care, wanting to hear immediately and rush over in time.
Yao Ling was carried to the table by him, silent. She pointed to the floor, and he lifted her feet to check, making sure she wasn't injured before picking up the debris. She didn't feel bad about the six-month-old cup. The broken crystal glass had a kind of incomplete, transparent elegance that could serve as a new decoration. So she pointed silently to the tabletop, asking him to clean it and put it there.
Deng Shilang understood what she wanted. As soon as he squatted on the ground, Steven said a few words on the other end of the headset. He cleaned up while communicating, handling the situation with ease.
She sat there, still trembling slightly, watching him handle two things simultaneously. He rarely did his regular work in front of her. Even when cleaning up delicate fragments, he could recite the listing rules by heart, detailing every single rule and clause regarding mainboard anti-takeover actions and related-party transactions in clear, logical sentences. He made public everything she could hear, and avoided discussing anything she couldn't.
Before I knew it, the fragments were safely packed into a bag and placed at the innermost wall of the table.
Deng Shilang felt sorry for her and thought she was very cute. He got her another cup of water and poured her some water. After she finished drinking, he took the cup away, put his hands on the table, kissed her forehead lightly, then hugged her and carried her back to the room.
It was difficult for him to control himself against her. The more he liked her, the longer he wanted to do it. He was addicted and tireless. He would do anything as long as he could be immersed in her body.
For her, she actually didn't dislike their passionate lovemaking, but the rare union of body and soul made the aftereffects progressively stronger, requiring her to spend more time digesting it than in her previous sp relationships.
She went back to bed and digested it for a while. Finally, the trembling stopped and she fell asleep due to drowsiness.
Deng Shilang and Steven have been in constant communication about business matters. During his lunch break in Hong Kong, he stretched and heard Steven asking him how he was doing in Europe.
Steven got some gossip from Liang Litong. It turned out that Deng Shilang's ex at the time was someone else. It was the girl who appeared in the park, hotel gym and hot spring. She was very good-looking, with an impressive temperament. Her eyes were a little charming when she smiled. In every aspect, she lived up to her reputation.
Steven was blunt and sharp, admiring how well the two of them had hidden their secrets. When the situation suddenly changed, he suddenly realized that everything fit together. The superficial distance between them highlighted the undercurrents surging behind the scenes. It turned out that everything was causally related and there was a clear path forward.
Steven then generously offered his blessing, "By the way, I accidentally learned about your love story on a park bench. It can be said that you are destined to be together. I hope you will have a long and happy life together."
"Thank you." Deng Shilang smiled and accepted his kindness.
"Well, you're welcome." Steven said, and said goodbye because it was time for lunch.
Everyone was having lunch break. Steven hung up and Liang Litang sent a DM to share his Christmas plans.
【LLT】：The dust has settled, I'm going to Italy for Christmas. Sorsorsor, I have to make light bulbs again.
DC Hayden: Does she know?
【LLT】: I just sent it to her. Maybe my aunt also informed her in advance.
DC Hayden: OK, she's sleeping now.
LLT: Can your body handle working until 5 or 6 in the morning? You'll be on vacation in two days, so you should get back on track.
Deng Shilang was indeed a little tired at this point. After so much work with Yao Ling and the eight-hour phone standby, he needed a coffee or tea to refresh himself. He replied that he was fine, put his phone away, took a light nap, and continued with his work.
Christmas is the day after tomorrow, and he still has a lot of work to do in the next two days, while Yao Ling basically stays at home. When she learned that Liang Litang and his family were coming, she discussed with her parents on WhatsApp how to celebrate Christmas, and then leisurely framed the photos and used broken Murano crystal glass to make the frames.
Fortunately, Deng Shilang's work efficiency was as high as ever. He finished the work a day in advance and took a rest, and accompanied her to choose Christmas gifts for relatives and friends.
The Montenapoleone Street mentioned by Deng Yonglian is a fashion shopping mecca and is very familiar to a fashion photographer living in Milan.
Yao Ling remembered Jiang Si as an auctioneer, a knowledgeable and insightful artist. It was said that the family would meticulously select souvenirs for Jiang Si every time they traveled, and their Christmas and New Year gifts were even more unique each year. Therefore, it was easy for her to understand why Deng Shilang's home was filled with antiques, fine wines, clocks, and decorative art.
The glass windows of Via Montenapoleone sparkled with exhibits and the pleasant figures of couples walking hand in hand.
The courtyard was luxurious, with money everywhere, jewels shimmering in the sun, and the scent of orange blossom and rose water lingering in the air. Dachshunds were gently cradled in their owners' arms, and groomed poodles walked gracefully, their tails wagging.
Yao Ling was dressed very casually when she went shopping, wearing a sweatshirt with a denim skirt, a pair of high boots, and a small square bag. Deng Shilang also has a casual style when he is not working, so the two of them are very compatible.
The two of them shopped for a bit and bought Jiang Si a set of printed ceramic tableware and a bag from a Milanese brand once collected by the Museum of Modern Art in New York. Yao Ling was the only one who knew about the latter, not Deng Shilang, but he admitted that she had excellent taste and could spot something Jiang Si would appreciate. And once she liked something, she wanted to buy it for her personally, showing her genuine sincerity.
Then, they bought Christmas gifts for Yao Ling's parents and Liang Litang's parents, who they were about to meet. After the shopping, Deng Shilang took her to a store he had long had his eye on.
Deng Shilang sat her on a soft sofa and asked the teller to fetch a pair of high heels from the window display. He would help her try them on. A few days ago, he had examined her feet, and the sight of her fair, smooth feet trembling slightly in his palms, her toes tinged with red, had left a lasting impression on him. He had just passed a display window and spotted a pair of high heels that suited her style, so he brought her here.
The teller took off the high heels and handed them to Deng Shilang. He squatted down and gently took off her boots, then put on the high heels. They were black satin straps, slender in shape, and the laces went from the instep to the ankle.
"Very beautiful." He touched her ankle and the snug-fitting strap.
"Then buy it." Yao Ling looked down at him without any shyness.
Deng Shilang smiled. If she liked or wanted something, she would know how to ask for it. He didn't ask if he was buying it for her, but just said it directly. In short, she knew he would buy it. Her family was wealthy and her salary was generous, so she simply saved some unnecessary arguments. He whispered in her ear, "Wear this for Christmas."
Yao Ling said "oh" and covered his ear with one hand, and replied with her lips close to his, "I know what you are thinking." After she said that, she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror.
He could see the back of her high heels when she stood up, with no blind spots in sight. He suddenly remembered what she looked like in high school. She always wore a pair of simple white shoes, which were comfortable and decent, plain but attractive. Now she can handle anything and is very charming.
She sat back on the soft sofa, raised her feet, and asked him to come over and take them off. After he finished, he asked the cashier to pack them up, and then took out his card to pay.
The teller handed over the designer bag containing the high heels and smiled brightly. Yao Ling smiled back, and they exchanged a few Italian greetings, wishing each other a good day. She put on her boots, stood up, took Deng Shilang's arm, and stood on tiptoe to kiss him on the lips in full view of everyone, allowing the teller to see his dazzling dimples.
As they left the shop, the sun was setting. Deng Shilang held her hand, interlocking their fingers, and suddenly said, "That just reminded me of you reading."
"You said at Liang Litang's house before that nothing has changed." Yao Ling replied.
He nodded, "You're still like this when you're with me, pure and lustful, wanting whatever you want." He recalled and smiled gently, "I went to your house and saw a few pairs of nice shoes at the entrance, but you only wore white sneakers to school."
"I was in Class A and just wanted to study hard."
"I know, and I can see that you want me, whether it's physical or psychological, or out of some kind of desire, you want me. Even if you get it, you are very rational. After dating me, you still study hard."
"Now it's work," said Yao Ling.
"I like watching you work, you're amazing." Deng Shilang picked up their interlocked hands and kissed her finger bones.
Suddenly, her cell phone rang. It was Yao Ling. Yao Ling took it out, and Danika's name flashed on the screen. She answered, and the other end said, "Rosalie, is that you? You're on Via Montenapoleone."
Yao Ling finished listening and looked behind her to see Danika in a sweater dress, the golden sunset shimmering on her hair. They hadn't seen each other in months. One had gone on vacation to Spain and returned to work at the hospital, while the other had been visiting family in Hong Kong and had also been busy with photography since returning.
"You're holding hands with an Asian man, and where is Pierre?" Danika asked as she slowly walked towards them.
"I haven't contacted him for a long time." Yao Ling replied.
Danika just walked in front of Yao Ling. They were so familiar with each other that they didn't do the awkward kiss between them. Instead, they quickly kissed each other twice in the air, looking very relaxed and comfortable.
After the kiss, Danika turned to Deng Shilang and introduced herself, "Hello, my name is Danika, and I'm Rosalie's friend."
"Hello, Hayden." Deng Shilang said politely.
After Danika learned about it, she asked Yao Ling in Italian, "Who is he? You are holding hands with him."
Yao Ling smiled, not hiding anything, and answered in Italian, "When we first met, I cried while reciting words in front of you for the first time, and I accidentally said it out loud."
Danika rubbed her forehead in surprise. She remembered and immediately hugged Yao Ling. They had come from different countries to Milan, Italy, to attend language classes. They had shared their high school experiences in Serbia and mainland China, so they often chatted in class and even added each other on WhatsApp. The chat logs grew longer and deeper, even going so far as to include descriptions of each other's exes.
At that time, they watched an Italian movie together called "Cinema Paradiso". They even watched it with English and Italian subtitles. There was a line at the end: "Don't give into talgia, et us all". Later, the two never mentioned the past again. They studied from A1 to the level required for Italian immigration. Yao Ling herself was a decisive person. She cried once in front of Danika, but never cried a second time.
But if this was destiny, then there was no catchy movie quote to explain their brief stay in Milan.
Danika was deeply moved. This happened exactly five years ago. So she switched from Italian to English and said to Deng Shilang, "Cherish your girlfriend. She is my most important classmate and friend since I came to Milan. If you dare to hurt her feelings in Italy, I will not forgive you."
Deng Shilang was not frightened by her sharp words. Instead, he was impressed by Yao Ling. She had such a good friend who cared about her, so it was only natural for her to say these things to him.
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