Chapter 1-9
9
Qiao Ruo wasn't sure if she was drunk. She could sense where she was, who she was with, and remembered everything that had happened since she arrived on the island, but she couldn't control her mouth and kept babbling out words.
"He Yajun, I'm a decent drinker, I didn't act crazy when I was drunk, right?"
"Hmm." He Yajun held her handbag in one hand and supported her arm with the other, keeping an eye on her high heels, afraid that she might accidentally twist her ankle.
"Look, I can still walk on my own, which means my alcohol tolerance isn't that bad, it's still okay, right?"
He Yajun was both amused and exasperated, and then hummed in agreement.
“I didn’t cry, I didn’t shout, I didn’t act wildly,” she suddenly broke free from his hand, spun around in place, and stared straight at him. “I’m not drunk, I still look like a normal person, right?”
Her face was expressionless, but her cheeks and lips were rosy. Her eyes shone unusually brightly in the dim light around her, and as she spoke, her breath carried a faint scent of alcohol, brushing against his face.
He Yajun felt inexplicably irritated: "You may not be drunk, but you really need to go back and rest quickly."
She scoffed and chuckled, "Yeah, that's right, I'm very well-behaved, so I'm just about to go back to sleep."
He Yajun stepped back a little: "Can you walk by yourself?"
“That’s a strange question,” Qiao Ruo swayed slightly, then straightened up. “My legs are perfectly fine, look,” she pointed to her feet and said with a smile, “If I couldn’t walk, would I dare to wear high heels out?”
"..." He Yajun was speechless. Seeing her innocent and childlike appearance, she couldn't help but be amused. "Alright, didn't we say we're leaving tomorrow morning? If you don't behave and go back to sleep, you might not be able to get up tomorrow."
Qiao Ruo chuckled: "You sound just like my mom. No, that's not right. My mom genuinely cares about me. How could you possibly care about me? It's a hallucination, it must be a hallucination caused by drinking."
Although there weren't many people on the street, their continued standing still attracted the attention of the occasional passerby. When a middle-aged man walked past and kept turning back to look at Qiao Ruo, He Yajun decided not to waste any more time with this woman who was clearly not quite in her right mind.
He hung her purse around his neck, squatted down with his back to her, and picked her up without a word. Fortunately, she cooperated and didn't struggle to get down. Instead, she obediently wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder.
The faint fruity scent mixed with another unfamiliar fragrance enveloped him even more urgently. He could only take a deep breath and exhale before he felt the turmoil in his heart subside.
"Qiao Ruo, let me make this clear first. I'm not trying to take advantage of you on purpose; I'm just trying to save time. If I let you stand there like an idiot any longer..." He shut his mouth, feeling a little ridiculous. Why was he being so serious with a drunk person?
He carried her on his back and continued walking, which was much more efficient. Before long, they arrived at the guesthouse where she was staying. The guesthouse gate was open, but there was no one at the front desk. Even more ridiculous, he didn't know which room she was staying in.
He had to go inside and put her on a sofa opposite the front desk.
Qiao Ruo was already asleep, but being suddenly put down made her frown unhappily, muttering something unintelligible. As soon as He Yajun let go, she fell down, her eyes still closed, showing no signs of waking up.
He went to the front desk and breathed a sigh of relief; there was a sign with the guesthouse owner's phone number on it. He took out his phone and dialed, but the phone was switched off.
Hearing the notification tone on his phone, he suddenly burst out laughing in exasperation.
Having no other option, he returned to Qiao Ruo's side and called her name twice, but Qiao Ruo didn't respond at all. He had no choice but to pat her face and ask, "Qiao Ruo, what room number are you staying in? What floor are you on?"
Her brow furrowed even deeper, and she impatiently turned over, avoiding his hand, and answered in a muffled voice, "Second floor."
Which room number?
She mumbled a few numbers, none of which he understood. Too lazy to ask her anything more, he went straight to her bag and easily found the room key with a handwritten room number on it, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
He helped her up again, let her lean against him, and half-carried, half-embraced her as he led her upstairs to her room.
He swiped his card to enter, turned on the light, took his purse off his neck, casually placed it on the shelf next to the wardrobe, and then put her on the bed.
He let go and was about to stand up straight when she suddenly grabbed the hem of his coat. He hadn't expected this and stumbled, falling onto her.
He was startled and quickly used his hands to prop himself up, trying to get up.
He admitted that, setting aside the fact that Qiao Ruo was the sister of his father's current wife, she was indeed a girl who could arouse his interest. If it weren't for that awkward relationship, he wouldn't mind spending time with her and enjoying a relationship.
"Ya Jun." However, Qiao Ruo hugged his waist tightly, pouting and murmuring his name, "Ya Jun, Ya Jun."
Tears streamed down her cheeks, and his heart pounded wildly. He couldn't tell whether it was from the exhaustion of carrying her back all the way, or from the visual impact of her fragile, charming, and genuinely affectionate appearance.
"Ya Jun," she continued to softly call his name, "I like you so much, I like you so much..."
He Yajun realized he couldn't bear to look at her with tears streaming down her face any longer. He hardened his heart and used one hand to forcefully pry her hands off his waist.
"Don't go." Qiao Ruo suddenly opened her eyes, but her gaze was not clear. Although she was looking at him, her eyes seemed to pass through his body and be cast elsewhere.
He Yajun hadn't expected things to develop this way. He could only gently pat her hand and coax her in a soothing tone, "I won't leave. Let go first, okay?"
She shook her head decisively: "No."
"..."
"Ya Jun," she tightened her grip on his waist, causing him a slight pain, "I know you don't like me, and I know there's no future for us. I want to forget you, but I just can't let you go."
Her beautiful eyes were misty with tears, making her look even more charming.
He Yajun's heart was pounding. He wanted to comfort her, but he couldn't find the right words. He only heard her continue, "I'm leaving. I won't appear in front of you again. You must be relieved, hehe."
He Yajun propped herself up and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "How can I breathe a sigh of relief when you're like this?"
She seemed oblivious, still lost in her own world, tears streaming down her face.
He wiped away her tears with his fingertips and sighed helplessly, "I've never seen a girl cry like you. If you keep crying like this, your boyfriend is going to have a hard time in the future."
She abruptly pushed his hand away: "What's it to you? You're not even my boyfriend."
He Yajun was speechless. He felt that he had just asked for trouble and deserved to suffer this. He deliberately put on a serious tone: "Qiao Ruo, are you pretending to be drunk? If I say you're drunk, you can still respond to me; if I say you're not drunk, how dare you be so bold?"
She didn't respond to his question, but instead twisted her body, seemingly trying to find a more comfortable lying position, her breathing becoming faster and faster: "So heavy."
"You've been holding me so tightly and won't let go, and now you're complaining that I'm heavy." He Yajun's body was tense as she said irritably, "That's right, I didn't accept your confession, so theoretically, nothing can happen between us. But if you keep wriggling around under me like this, then things might not be so simple."
Perhaps his threat had an effect; she stopped moving, stopped crying, and looked at him in confusion: "It's strange. You really don't want to be associated with me, yet you're still staying here? Who are you? Why are you impersonating He Yajun?"
"..." He Yajun was completely speechless. At the same time, the changes in his body left him speechless. He took a deep breath and repeated it several times, trying to calm himself down.
"Ya Jun," Qiao Ruo said after a brief silence, then lifted herself up with the support of his waist. She pressed her face close to his, her soft breath brushing against his eyes, nose, and lips, lingering on his ear. "I have no other wishes for you, only that you live a peaceful and healthy life, that you don't get sick, especially not a terminal illness. Even if I never see you again, I hope you live a good and happy life. Do you hear me?"
As she spoke, her lips brushed against his earlobe, as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart. In that instant, he felt all his nerves being pulled by her touch, and he lost the ability to think.
"If you don't object, then I'll take that as a yes." She kissed his cheek as a reward and returned to her lying position.
Her hair bloomed like flowers on the pillow, and her bright eyes gazed at him, a hint of tears glistening within them. She looked at him for a long while, then suddenly turned her head to the side and sighed softly, "Go, I'll be alright, everything will be alright, it will all be alright when I wake up from this dream."
His heart pounded wildly, and he was no longer sure if he was in reality or a dream. He even wondered if it was not him who had entered her dream, but rather that she had come into his.
“But,” she suddenly turned her head, her eyes filled with tears, looking at him sadly, “how can I stop loving you?”
He was taken aback, raised his hand to touch her face, wiped away a tear that had rolled down the corner of her eye, and asked as if possessed, "Why did you fall in love with me? I am not worthy of your love."
She choked back tears as she replied, "It's worth it, you're so good to me."
His breath caught in his throat, and he remained silent for a long while, staring intently at her face. After what seemed like an eternity, he sighed heavily, finally relaxing his body and pressing down on her again. He lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead, asking, "Even now, do you still love me?"
She nodded: "I like it."
His lips moved downwards, slid to hers, lingered for a moment, then pulled back slightly before asking, "How about this?"
She licked her lips, thought for a moment, and nodded: "I like it."
Before he could speak, she mimicked what he had just done, kissing his forehead first, then his lips, and then asked with a smile, "Do you like it when I do this?"
He sighed heavily again and said in a hoarse voice, "I hope you won't regret it."
He held her waist with one hand, cupped her face with the other, lowered his head, and kissed her lips forcefully.
His kiss deepened, with a relentless and unyielding force, and she responded passionately, pressing her entire body tightly against his, leaving no gap, as if she wanted to keep him in her life forever, never to be separated again.
He Yajun was driven to the brink of madness by her lingering attachment, a gesture tinged with farewell and reluctance. As she shed tears beneath him, her eyes fixed on him with unwavering resolve, he experienced for the first time a passion that was completely beyond his control and consciousness, a passion so intense that he was willing to abandon everything and succumb to it.
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