Chapter 138 The whole world is awakening, and the soul is filled
She opened her eyes wide in the darkness, but could see nothing. His scent was overwhelming, the down on the tip of her nose soft and warm. The rain outside the window fell incessantly, the rustling white noise like an old gramophone running idle.
He rolled over and over on her lips, biting and sucking gently. It was not enough, not enough at all. He clasped the back of her head with his hands, tilted his head slightly, held her lips, and opened her teeth with the tip of his tongue, and occupied her completely without hesitation. All her senses "boomed" like fireworks. The electric current just now seemed to have turned from a stream into a huge wave, rushing towards her again, surging and thrilling. Her heart was trembling, and her body was shaking. The completely unfamiliar experience made her brain blank and confused. There was only the scorching temperature, which made her tremble, but she could not retreat and had nowhere to escape. Tong Zhongyuan picked her up and walked towards the second floor.
In the darkness, he seemed to be able to see at night. The stairs echoed with the sound of drums. Even more intense than the drums was the pounding of his heart. She buried her head in the crook of his neck. His skin was hot, his pulse was strong, and the intense yet beautiful rhythm of life gradually brought her back to her senses.
He carried her, taking two steps at a time, up to the second floor, and used his knee to push the bedroom door open. Qin Tian woke up completely, pushed his chest away, and jumped off him. Without looking back, she fled into her bedroom and closed the door. She panted twice, opened the door halfway, and said with her head down, "I'm tired, I want to sleep."
Without waiting for his answer, she closed the door again. Leaning against the door, her chest heaving, she silently and frantically grabbed at her hair. Damn it, how could the painting become like this?
It was quiet outside, not a sound. A moment later, his footsteps slowly receded, and the door slammed softly. She breathed a sigh of relief, yet a wave of unease washed over her. The feeling was like a tangled mess, indescribable and incomprehensible. She paced anxiously around the room, unsure what to do. Was this the end of the day? A stiff, awkward end? Was this her 30th birthday wish for him?
She squatted on the ground, holding her head. Someone come to help her. She really didn't know what to do in this situation. Should she knock on his door again and explain why she suddenly wanted to sleep?
She lay on her back on the bed, but she was not sleepy at all. After some time, there was a knock on the door, and Tong Zhongyuan's voice came from outside.
"Are you asleep?"
She jumped up, a thousand thoughts running through her mind, and she opened her mouth to speak a word.
"without."
"I haven't eaten the cake yet." He paused, "My birthday cake."
She lay down again, looking at the ceiling helplessly. Why did he always come up with such irresistible reasons?
"Coming." She replied weakly.
"I'll go downstairs and wait for you." He said calmly.
His footsteps faded away, and she could hear him coming down the stairs. She covered her face, calmed herself down, tied her hair up, and opened the door.
The lights on the first floor were already on. She walked down the stairs, and Tong Zhongyuan looked up at her. He cut the cake and placed the first piece on her plate. He took a bite, looked at her and said sincerely, "It's delicious."
She lowered her head to eat the cake. It wasn't very tasty, just an ordinary cake sold at the train station. He hadn't prepared any birthday gifts, so he had a very simple 30th birthday.
"I'll give you a birthday present when we get back," she said unhappily.
"Well," he asked casually, picking up a piece of cake with his fork, "can I specify what it is?"
She put down the plate. She knew now that he was very cunning and often fell into his trap without realizing it. But she couldn't refuse outright, as the conversation was going on. She asked cautiously, "What do you want?"
He looked at her steadily without saying a word.
She suddenly recalled the scene just now: the scorching body temperature, the lingering kiss, and the last thing he wanted to do.
He chuckled and reached out to touch her head.
"What are you thinking about? Your face is so red."
She pulled his hand away in embarrassment, it was obvious that he was deliberately leading her to think that way.
His hand was pulled away for just a second before he reached out again as if nothing had happened, gently stroking her forehead and asking tenderly, "Can you give me a seal you carved?"
Qin Tian was surprised. This was unexpected. It seemed that she was really overthinking it.
"What are you carving?"
"My name."
"This is fine." She relaxed and finished the last bite of cake on her plate.
He approached her, his eyes flashing, and whispered, "What's wrong with that?"
His lips moved from her ear to her lips, a touch that seemed to be there but not there. With a faint breath, he whispered hoarsely, "This one?"
The arm around her waist gradually tightened, and his tongue slipped between her teeth, and he murmured vaguely: "Or this?"
Night was her most vulnerable time, especially on a rainy winter night like this. Her senses were amplified, every inch of her skin burning. All her resolve and vows were washed away by the rain, and her resistance to him vanished. Under his guidance, her arms involuntarily wrapped around his neck, stroking his hair and caressing his ears, her soul lost in his embrace. He kissed her more deeply, his breathing clearly audible in the stillness of the night.
Just when she thought this passionate and suffocating kiss would never end, Tong Zhongyuan let her go. His chest heaved, and he said dryly, "Go to bed early, good night," and turned to go upstairs.
The large living room was empty again, with only her and the remaining cake on the table. The rain kept falling, and she rubbed her lips. She had spent 12 hours traveling from Jiangyong to Fuliang, and she had walked two kilometers of mountain roads in the pouring rain, carrying the cake. All because she couldn't let Tong Zhongyuan spend his 30th birthday alone in the mountains. She did this out of guilt, responsibility, and pity.
But, it seemed she was wrong. No matter how she lied to herself, no matter how she resisted, she did this because she loved him, she loved Tong Zhongyuan.
Tong Zhongyuan came out of the shower room and covered his head with a towel. In theory, this should be the time to relax, but his heart was still beating strongly and every nerve was excited.
He lay in bed, unable to sleep. Tomorrow, Eithans would surely curse him, calling him untrustworthy and forsaking his moral integrity for his girlfriend. He curled his lips into a dreamy smile. Girlfriend, from today on, Qin Tian was truly his girlfriend.
So this is what it feels like. Like the spring breeze blowing away the cold of winter, the ice on the river breaking and flowing again. This is the feeling of getting what you want.
He had the best birthday of his life, the happiest day, the most guilty day, the most incredible day. Qin Tian asked him why he apologized, but he didn't know. At this moment, he remembered the saying: Love is always feeling indebted.
He opened his eyes in the darkness, her eyes, her hair, her glowing moments, her shy look, her soft lips, her gentle arms. She was everywhere.
He feels more than just likes Qin Tian.
He fell in love with her, deeply in love with her.
The birds outside the window chirped non-stop. Qin Tian lay in bed with her eyes open. She had been awake for half an hour, but still didn't have the courage to leave the bedroom. She knew Tong Zhongyuan had woken up early, and she smelled the aroma of toast.
From the moment she said she had rushed back from a thousand kilometers away to celebrate his birthday, she had no more to hide, and she gave him the right to choose. No matter what the kiss last night meant, their relationship was no longer just friendship. But she forgot that the person waiting for her answer was not Tong Zhongyuan, and the person she promised to seriously consider was not Tong Zhongyuan. She couldn't establish a relationship with Tong Zhongyuan before answering Tang Zhixu, doing so was too hurtful. She covered her head with the quilt, wondering why she had only thought of this now.
Wait, maybe she was overthinking it, about establishing a relationship. Maybe yesterday's kiss meant nothing to Tong Zhongyuan. It was a strange place, a birthday in a foreign country, and the atmosphere was impulsive. It wasn't even impulsive. Foreigners even greeted each other with a kiss on the cheek and mouth. A kiss on a birthday was just a standard practice for them. When she went downstairs later, maybe he wouldn't even mention what happened last night. She was the only one who took the kiss seriously.
When this thought occurred to her, far from feeling relieved, she felt an indescribable discomfort. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed to be the case. She didn't really know him, didn't know his past, and even less did she know his private life or his emotional life. She only knew him from the past five months, living alone in Shanghai. He was so good at kissing, so he must have had a rich romantic history.
She threw off the quilt, got up, washed up quickly and went downstairs.
Tong Zhongyuan had been waiting for a long time. Besides making breakfast, he also had to resist the urge to knock on her door. When he heard the sound of someone on the stairs, he couldn't help but walk over.
Qin Tian had just walked down the stairs and before she reached the last few steps, someone had already grabbed her by the waist and hugged her in his arms. His refreshing fragrance surrounded her and he kissed her lips.
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