Chapter 19
The fifth attempt also ended in failure.
Song Yihuan had done her homework very carefully, strictly following the steps from light to heavy, from fingers to urination, but she still failed.
My fingers could feel warmth and moisture, then they could feel hardness and discomfort, and then nothing else.
A touch is a touch, a vibration is a vibration, and a bump is a bump. There are no sensations like what people describe, such as a sensation that goes straight to the top of the head or makes the back tremble.
She tried it repeatedly with the same dedication and energy she had for studying high school physics, but ultimately found it uninteresting and gave up in frustration.
As it turns out, this is a skill in itself, but unfortunately, no one teaches it.
She tiptoed out, cleaned the pink silicone item, and put it back in the drawer.
In the center of the drawer sits a pink object that, at first glance, resembles a laughing mouth with its tongue sticking out, mockingly displaying four large characters: "Come again next time."
She slammed the drawer shut, her mood at its lowest point.
She didn't sleep well in the latter half of the night, and dreamt of Chi Ran in a half-awake state. Perhaps the actions she had before going to sleep carried over into her dream, but it wasn't as wonderful as the previous times; this time, the whole process felt awkward and strange.
There was no pleasure in it.
The next morning, Guoguo went out to get her thymopentin injection. Song Yihuan had promised to go with her, but she forgot to set her alarm.
She was awakened by extremely loud banging on the door.
Logically, no one should be looking for her at this time, but in her half-awake state, she didn't think too much about it and assumed that Guoguo had ordered takeout and the delivery guy had a bad temper.
To everyone's surprise, when they opened the door, it was Wang Yashuai.
He angrily yanked at the door, trying to squeeze into the room. Song Yihuan snapped back to reality almost instantly, kicking him in the stomach. After kicking him out, she lost her balance and stepped out of the room.
Seeing that Wang Yashuai was about to rush over again, she didn't have time to go back into the house, and only had time to push the door shut behind her.
The hallway is monitored, making it safer than the rooms.
"I've finally found you!" Wang Yashuai rushed over and grabbed her shoulders. "You dare to play me for a fool?!"
Song Yihuan was pushed and slammed into the security door with a dull thud.
Five years later, this was the first time she had looked at Wang Yashuai up close. He was so close that she could even see the yellowish tartar on his front teeth.
Wang Yashuai was the school heartthrob in junior high, and many girls had a crush on him. Back then, his slender limbs exuded the lightness and strength unique to young people. He was fair-skinned, had single eyelids, and rarely sweated even when playing basketball; he was a clean-cut boy from head to toe.
At this moment, he was filthy from head to toe, even his mouth was dirty.
"You shameless bitch!!" Wang Yashuai spat in her face. "What kind of nonsense did you post in the group? I'm warning you, you'd better clarify this right now!!"
Song Yihuan pulled her hand away, crossed her arms, and retorted, "Didn't you spread rumors in the group first?"
"Spreading rumors? What rumors could I be spreading?" he said. "We were having a good chat and you stood me up. Can't I even contact you?"
"You kept calling me 'wife' in the group chat, what was your relationship with me?" Song Yihuan retorted. "Before inviting me to the hotel, did you define our relationship at all?"
"What is that?" Wang Yashuai asked.
When they were having a really good time chatting, Song Yihuan tentatively asked him what their relationship was.
He said ambiguously, "You are my baby."
Song Yihuan said, "Back then, no matter how much I hinted or suggested, you never confirmed anything about our relationship, right? So why did you start calling me your wife all over the world as soon as I rejected you? Why don't you throw that mud at someone else?"
Wang Yashuai stared blankly with his mouth agape, tartar piling up beneath his teeth like sand.
Song Yihuan silently stepped back, keeping her distance from him, afraid that if he breathed too hard, he would blow the plaque onto her.
"No... is it because of this? Do you think I don't like you?" Wang Yashuai grinned for no reason, "Are you being difficult with me?"
?
You're kidding me.
Song Yihuan was stunned, unsure whether she was overwhelmed by the sandstorm or shocked by his words.
“Look at you, you should have told me you were angry. Of course I would have tried to comfort you. If you had just said so earlier, we wouldn’t have ended up like this.” Wang Yashuai continued, “Of course I like you. Why would I have talked to you for so long if I didn’t?”
Song Yihuan's astonishment at this moment was no less than, and even greater than, that of a blind man calling her "Little Pink."
“…”
The language itself seemed shallow and powerless.
“You women just love to make a fuss.” Wang Yashuai ignored her and quickly calmed herself down with a few words. “Now that I’m here, the misunderstanding has been cleared up, right?”
Song Yihuan squinted as she watched him perform.
Wang Yashuai let go of her arm and patted it twice. "Alright, alright, don't be angry anymore. Do you have hot water at home? I've been waiting for you outside the community for the past two days. I'm covered in sweat and dirt, and I feel really uncomfortable. Let me come in and take a shower."
"Take a shower?" Song Yihuan blinked. "And then?"
"This is in public," Wang Yashuai said, scratching his slicked-back hair, probably to show his embarrassment.
“There are only the two of us in the room,” Song Yihuan said, staring at him.
"Let me take a shower first, then I'll try to make you feel better." He tapped the door twice, urging her to open it. "Once we've cleared up the misunderstanding, you should also send a message in the class group chat to let everyone know. Just say we had a fight, and tell them not to watch the drama unfold."
"Arguing?" she asked.
“These people really have nothing better to do than watch a couple arguing. Hurry up and explain, then we’ll get on with our business… Open it, why aren’t you opening it?” Wang Yashuai urged her when she didn’t move.
"Get things done?" Song Yihuan asked.
"Oh right, you don't have any condoms at home, do you?" Wang Yashuai slapped his forehead. "I left mine at the hotel and didn't bring them... I'll call a delivery person before I take a shower. You open the door first."
Song Yihuan nodded, smiling as she looked at him. "You really want me to open the door?"
"Stop dawdling!" Wang Yashuai clicked his tongue and said, "I feel really sticky and uncomfortable, hurry up!"
Song Yihuan glanced at him twice before saying, "Okay, then I'll open the door..."
Clang!
The door next door was suddenly pushed open.
Song Yihuan was startled and turned her head to look.
"Holy crap..." Wang Yashuai patted his chest, still shaken, but his voice was soft enough for only she to hear, "Is your neighbor... crazy?"
"come over."
Chi Ran said it in a tone that was neither too strong nor too weak.
"Who is he calling?... Hey! You bitch, where are you going??"
In the short time it took Wang Yashuai to turn his head, Song Yihuan had already run to his side, hiding behind him and peeking out, her hands on his waist.
Song Yihuan wasn't flustered to begin with, and seeing Chi Ran come out made her even less flustered, and she even had time to think about other things.
His physique felt as good as it looked; even with his waist and abdomen relaxed, you could only feel lean muscles.
Wang Yashuai took two steps forward, but was clearly stunned by the loud sound of the door opening, and his confidence was somewhat lacking: "Hey, it's none of your business what my wife and I do."
"Who's your wife?" Chi Ran said coldly.
That's right.
Song Yihuan quietly touched Chi Ran's waist. Chi Ran turned his head slightly, grabbed her two hands with his right hand, and clasped them together behind his back.
Chi Ran's face was already sour, and wearing sunglasses made him look even more sour and arrogant, leaving Wang Yashuai speechless for a moment.
Two seconds later, he suddenly felt a surge of anger, as if he'd been cuckolded. He rushed over and, like an eagle snatching a chick, reached out to grab her—
"Bitch! You have a man and you still dare to play me?? Get out here, I'm going to have a serious talk with you..."
Before he could come over, Chi Ran pulled a long, thin black umbrella from beside his feet with his only remaining left hand, opened it, and poked him with the tip of the umbrella.
"Damn it!!" Wang Yashuai cried out in pain, grimacing.
Chi Ran's thrust was precise and ruthless; it would at least leave a bruise. He gripped the umbrella handle, his face not even turned towards him, his chin held high with a touch of arrogance.
One poke wasn't enough; he carefully considered the direction and then precisely struck Wang Yashuai, who was squatting down, a few more times, as if he were going to skewer him like meat on an umbrella.
His movements were so fluid, his thrusts as graceful as a sword strike, that you would never guess he was visually impaired just by looking at his movements.
Wang Yashuai was poked so hard that he had to push off the ground and stumble backward, looking extremely disheveled.
Since it was difficult to control the direction while moving, Song Yihuan took Ba Dingding's left hand and adjusted the direction of the umbrella tip so that he could hit the target accurately.
Wang Yashuai retreated while gesticulating wildly and shouting, "You still want the junk I've used?! Don't come any closer—"
Chi Ran paused for a moment, then suddenly rushed out, and Song Yihuan couldn't stop him for a moment.
Qian Yu, who was watching from behind, reacted quickly, grabbed him, and swiftly closed the door, shutting out the insults.
Qian Yu pulled Chi Ran away from the doorway, away from the noise outside.
"Brother Ran, is it appropriate for blind people to fight?" Qian Yu complained. "The property management has already sent security guards to kick them out."
"Mmm." Chi Ran's chest heaved violently as he hummed the word.
When Song Yihuan sat on the sofa with Chi Ran across the Chu River and Han border, she was acutely aware that he was angry.
He clenched his fists as if he were about to twist someone's neck.
…very angry.
Song Yihuan didn't understand what he was angry about, after all, it wasn't him who was the one being poked and howling.
She chuckled and praised, "Amazing, you hit it so accurately."
"That person smells terrible," Chi Ran said coldly. "Can't you smell it if you can't see it?"
Song Yihuan inexplicably felt like she was being criticized, but she didn't know what he was criticizing.
She glanced at Qian Yu.
Qian Yu was bending over, sweeping the floor with a broom that looked like a fan. The floor was a mess. It looked like a glass item, such as a cup, had been broken, with large and small shards scattered on the ground, along with a few puddles of water.
Song Yihuan quickly changed the subject, "What broke?"
The delayed start was unacceptable.
"I don't know, whose heart is it?" Qian Yu answered quickly, then started singing, "Whose heart is it... left alone..."
"We're on the same side," Song Yihuan pleaded with him to shut up.
"Ran-ge is like a cat. As soon as he heard you and that stinky guy making noise, he darted out and knocked over a bunch of things." Qian Yu pointed to the broken pieces on the ground. "That's a vase, and those are the cups that used to sit on his desk..."
"Shut up," Chi Ran couldn't help but whisper.
Song Yihuan chuckled: "Thank you for saving me."
Chi Ran: "You shut up too."
Song Yihuan paused briefly before pressing on, "Why are you so angry? Is it because of the contract we signed last time?"
She checked her phone; it was Thursday, and he was supposed to sign the contract tomorrow.
"Are you going to sign a contract with that bullying Zhou guy tomorrow?" Song Yihuan asked. "Is that why you're in a bad mood?"
“Where is he going?” Qian Yu said resentfully, picking at the broom. “He hasn’t left the house in a year and a half. There’s no way he’s going to sign the contract.”
Chi Ran didn't say anything.
Song Yihuan asked Qian Yu, "Why are you so upset about whether he signs the contract or not?"
"Sister Ying told me to tie him up and take him there tomorrow, or she'll dock my pay!!" Qian Yu angrily swept the floor, head down. "All day long, unless he's at the gym, he never leaves the house..."
"Why exercise if you don't go out?" Song Yihuan said.
"Exactly!" Qian Yu scrubbed the floor furiously with a broom. "They don't care about the lives of us working people... I really..."
"That's enough for you." Chi Ran was still angry, and her words sounded like she was suppressing her anger.
Song Yihuan looked at him for a while, then shamelessly moved to sit next to him and patted his hand and arm, "If you don't want to go, then don't go. Why are you so angry?"
Chi Ran dodged her hand, flicked off her sunglasses with her left hand, and tossed them far away.
"Doo! Don't call me next time you can't find it!!" Qian Yu cried out pitifully.
He suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the bedroom. She stumbled and almost fell onto his back.
He took big, fast strides, and she was afraid he would bump into the wall.
Fortunately, he didn't run into the wall. He pulled her into the bedroom, and skillfully reached for the door with his backhand, pushed it hard, and slammed it shut.
Song Yihuan had been to his bedroom many times, but the door had always been wide open before; this was the first time it had been closed.
The moment the door closed, the open space became a closed space, and she suddenly felt a sense of suffocation and unease.
She then realized that Chi Ran had deliberately left the door open when teaching her to play the piano. She also realized that Chi Ran's current anger... seemed to be related to her.
"Are you angry with me?" Song Yihuan asked without thinking.
"Song Yihuan, are you crazy?" His voice was even a little hoarse, and the veins on his forehead were faintly visible.
“Explain,” he said. “That man just now, and the other man who came yesterday, he was here last week too…”
"Yesterday? Last week? Which one is that..."
After a moment's thought, Song Yihuan realized that the other man was the guy who repaired the air conditioner.
With barely suppressed anger, Chi Ran asked, "If I hadn't called you, what were you planning to do with him?"
"Song Yihuan".
"Are you crazy?"
"...Or am I crazy?"
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