Chapter 205: The Sensitive Young Master Di in Adolescence Dreams of the Beautiful Miss Xie (Part Two)
Xie Huailing had met many men, but among them, Di Feijing was still one of the most well-behaved.
He seemed to never complain, never resist; in love, submission was his duty, and he would never cause trouble for the one he loved. For him, the ego didn't hold much weight. Even when he meticulously planned to desire something, Di Feijing presented himself as quiet and docile. Once he got what he wanted, he could be content for a long time, remaining silent indefinitely.
From this perspective, he is certainly a very obedient and worry-free man.
Xie Huailing took back the wine cup, then realized it was originally meant for him, so she refilled it with tea and handed it to Di Feijing. He had already started working for her, politely said thank you, and then immersed himself in the official business of Jin Feng Xi Yu Lou, asking Xie Huailing questions about anything he didn't understand before picking up his pen.
And Xie Huailing? Among the women Di Feijing had ever met, she should be ranked among the least obedient, and even at the top of the list.
Throughout every stage of her life, Xie Huailing was extremely disobedient. Perhaps it could be said that she was an extremely self-centered person, whose sense of right and wrong revolved around her own perception of right and wrong. However, thanks to her talent and her methods, her egoism was often right, which in turn exacerbated the cycle, turning it into a vicious cycle.
She may change for someone, but what remains unchanged is that she is herself. She will never do anything that Xie Huailing does not want to do, and she will naturally succeed in whatever she wants to do.
It's quite a coincidence that Di Feijing came to obey her, which seems to be a kind of compatibility.
However, that's not entirely true. At least Xie Huailing felt that even objectively evaluating theoretical works, something was still missing.
She knew what was missing.
Feeling Xie Huailing's gaze never leave him, Di Feijing remained silent. He rarely asked Xie Huailing anything, and naturally wouldn't ask now. He simply continued with his own tasks. The time she spent with him was precious, and he had to cherish every second. He shouldn't have said anything; he wasn't one to create trouble for himself.
But after an unknown amount of time, the silence continued. She didn't go to the opera; her gaze seemed fixed on him. He actually wanted to know what she was looking at, and the more he wanted to know, the more he felt like he was soaking in lukewarm water, unsure whether he would be boiled alive or just have his weariness washed away, but that didn't matter.
In Di Feijing's life, many things were insignificant, especially himself.
He continued writing quietly until Xie Huailing tapped her hand on the table. She could see his suppressed emotions. Even though she hadn't bullied him, his expression perfectly matched her thoughts, so she simply reminded him, "If you want to ask, then ask."
Di Fei jerked his wrist, nearly spilling ink from the brush tip, but thankfully he managed to place it aside. Like that drop of ink, he said, "Miss Xie, what are you thinking as you look at me?"
"What I'm looking at is what I'm thinking," she answered frankly. Her answer, however, sounded like a knot to him—too chaotic, too difficult to unravel. But if you carefully unraveled it, you could still smell the fragrance hidden beneath the surface. Her words were somewhat ambiguous.
She was teasing him, but that didn't stop Di Feijing from following her train of thought. The more she was ambiguous, the emptier Di Feijing often felt. He considered himself shallow and empty, wondering what she was going to do next and whether there was anything he could do to help.
Xie Huailing, however, did not play by the rules. She raised her head and looked around the room she had visited several times before. So many stories had happened here. She remembered the two of them competing in acting, although she was ultimately the better actress, Di Feijing's performance was also quite commendable. However, these were not the things she wanted to recall.
"After all, we're in this room, and the scenery always brings back memories of the past," Xie Huailing said. "Back then, I even had a contest with Chief Hall Master Di, no, Grand Hall Master Di. Now that I think about it, I realize that a long time has passed, and Grand Hall Master Di is quite different from back then, especially compared to when he was at the Jinbanhua Banquet."
Di Feijing couldn't figure out what she was trying to do. First of all, he was clear that she didn't intend to bring up the past, and even if she did, Di Feijing had been the passive one from beginning to end. He had resisted his love, hesitated because of the signs of love, and ultimately failed to escape, leading him to where he is today.
So what does Xie Huailing need to do?
He found out very quickly.
There was a certain familiarity about her. Di Fei was startled to see Xie Huailing stand up. She gradually disappeared from his sight, taking away her half-finished wine glass. First her face, then her figure, and finally her skirt fluttered away, leaving only the sound of her footsteps as she walked around the table. This sequence instantly brought back memories of the moments when she had enveloped him, and how she had drunk her wine just as he had imagined, and how she had indeed stopped behind him again.
Something rushed through Di Feijing's body; he knew all too well what was about to happen.
He had dreamt of this day countless times in the dead of night, and even if he forgot everything else, he would never forget it. Before his thoughts could even process it, he had already compared it to her scent. It was lighter, not as lingering as before, and no longer had that tangible quality that seemed to be pulling him in, but it also seemed more ethereal, more light... Then it took on a warmth, the two different scents merging into one.
Xie Huailing was thinking about the plot. When she did this, she only wanted to humiliate Di Feijing. She never thought that there would be a day when the old story would be repeated and she would play a role. Fortunately, she had a good memory. Following her memory, she bent down. Because her hairstyle was different, she took off a hairpin. Her black hair cascaded down and hung on Di Feijing's shoulder.
Not just his shoulders. Di Fei remembered every part of her body. Next, her fingers brushed against his neck, his skin, and slid down to his collar. At that moment, he realized she must be very clean; her hair was scented, making him feel like a cloud being blown by a fragrant breeze. The scent was so tangible, it felt like an embrace. Luckily, he finally received a hug, otherwise he might have been thinking about all of this.
But there are differences. For example, this time it fell into his clothes. For example, Di Feijing tilted his head because of this, and Xie Huailing just happened to put his hand on his shoulder. It looked just like they had returned to the way they were back then.
At that time, I was dazzled and captivated, bound by the privileges of a beautiful woman, and trapped by the need to conceal my martial arts skills. Now, I am willing and wish for her to hurry up and stay longer.
Following her memory, Xie Huailing blew a breath into his delicate earlobe, the warm breath immediately turning his ear red. She regretted not doing more then. Then, recalling her lines, she directed her breath at Di Feijing: 'Master Di wasn't wrong; in the end, I'm just a pretty face.'
He only heard her voice. She stretched her arm out in front of him again, holding a wine glass that also bore the rouge hue. She tilted the glass down, as if bestowing a favor, and the wine, smearing the rouge, poured into his glass.
He remembered the following words.
"In that case, it seems I'm in the wrong. I'll have to invite Master Di for a drink."
Her other hand moved, perhaps improvising, brushing against his neck, then away from his shoulder to touch his ear.
"'When conflicts arise in the future...'"
Xie Huailing pinched Di Feijing's earlobe, ending the reminiscence, and time instantly flowed back to the present. She said, "Who is it that pities whom, hmm?"
Seeing that Di Feijing remained silent, she continued, "Back then, you knew how to be stubborn and give me attitude. Now you only know how to be obedient and reserved. You do whatever I say and don't even think about what's on my mind. I wouldn't be wrong to call you a lady from a respectable family."
Then she saw the young lady's ears turn red at a visible speed, and the redness was about to spread to her face.
"What did I tell you? A woman's love is something you can't ask for, especially for someone like me. You can only have a slim chance if you fight for it. To this day, I don't know if you've listened. What do you mean by being reserved? If I weren't smart, I wouldn't know what you're doing. Why don't you tell me what you're afraid of?"
Xie Huailing was probably reprimanding him, but Di Fei was getting increasingly hot and finally couldn't resist taking her hand.
“Now that’s more like it, you have some temper,” Xie Huailing said.
She continued, kindly reminding him, which was also a way of praising him for his achievements, though part of it came from her own mischievous sense of humor. In short, she said, "There are some things I shouldn't be telling you, but you don't have any friends either. Sigh, who's chasing whom here... Listen carefully."
“In some situations, subtlety is not enough.”
To put it bluntly, just be direct with me.
Blind obedience is good, but to be so obedient as to act like an object makes one less human. Perhaps he could live on love alone, but Xie Huailing had no interest in such a development. Since he had taken this step and brought things to this point, he should make her happier, and she was willing to point him in the right direction.
Shaman didn't understand her very well and misspoke. In the end, out of pity, she would rather let him stand up on his own than feel sorry for him. You can't achieve anything by relying on other people's pity.
People should always be more vibrant.
Her hand gradually withdrew, about to leave his shoulder, ear, and front of him, and finally her fingertips traced his skin, easily revealing many things.
Those who are good at enduring thirst are not those who don't feel thirst; on the contrary, they are more aware of their own thirst and their own barrenness than anyone else. Therefore, Xie Huailing didn't completely withdraw his hand; he gently hooked her fingers as she poured the wine.
She heard him say in a low voice, "If you don't want to be subtle..."
If we disregard restraint and the forbearance and pain within him, there are many opportunities for something to happen between them.
Xie Huailing understood that he had only thought of it, and most likely wouldn't do it. In love, Di Feijing seemed to be naturally unrelated to things that were explosive or more obscure. He just steadily sank and occasionally rose, but she was willing to teach him.
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