42 Chapter 42
◎Don't you want to?◎
At the wedding, Sang Xinqi actually drank a few glasses of wine. On the way back, she was so angry that she didn't even realize she was drunk.
Now I was lying in bed to calm down, and I felt my temples throbbing and waves of dizziness coming over me.
She rolled over and sank her cheek into the soft pillow.
After calming down and thinking about it, Liao Yishen did reject Gu Chaoyan on the spot, and his words were clear enough.
When getting in the car, he specifically asked her if she was feeling unwell... Sang Xinqi touched the phone on the bedside table, her fingertips hovering over Liao Yishen's dialog box for a long time, and finally locked the screen fiercely and threw the phone to the end of the bed.
"Since we're already in a cold war..." she thought, biting her lower lip, "I'm going to be tough this time."
Closing your eyes actually makes your thoughts clearer.
In less than ten minutes, she fumbled to find her phone, scrolled back and forth through the address book, and finally clicked on Chang Yisi's chat window.
Sang Xinqi: "Are you busy?"
The other party replied immediately: "I'm just watching TV series! What's up, baby?"
Sang Xinqi stared at the cat emojis on the screen, typing and deleting them on the keyboard before finally sending a single message: "Nothing, just asking."
Chang Yisi sent a series of animated images of people being hit on the head with hammers: "You better be.jpg"
Sang Xinqi didn't reply to the message. She threw her phone aside, got out of bed and went to take a shower.
The bathroom was filled with steam, and hot water poured from the showerhead, providing a particularly warm feeling in the cold winter. My cold feet gradually regained feeling, and my frozen fingertips turned pink under the hot water.
She tilted her head back, letting the water wash over her face, as if this could wash away the pent-up emotions in her heart.
"Dong, Dong, Dong—"
A sudden knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.
Her hand, which was applying shower gel, paused, and the foam slid down her skin. Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and a thought flashed through her mind: Is he coming?
This thought made her hands move faster unconsciously.
I usually enjoy a twenty-minute bath, but today it was over in less than five minutes.
She hurriedly pulled off the towel to wrap her wet hair, wiped the towel on her skin a few times, and almost buttoned her pajamas incorrectly.
When she walked into the living room, her heart was beating so hard that it almost burst out of her chest. When her fingertips touched the cold door handle, she took a deep breath and her throat rolled unconsciously.
The moment the door opened, the disappointment of unfulfilled expectations came like a tide.
"Why are you here?" There was an undisguised disappointment in her voice.
Jiang Xun leaned against the door frame and looked at her with raised eyebrows, "Are you so disappointed to see me?"
Sang Xinqi subconsciously looked at the tightly closed door opposite, pursed her lips, turned around and walked back to the living room, threw herself heavily on the sofa, crossed her legs, like a sulky child.
"Who are you waiting for?" Jiang Xun followed in and sat down next to her, with a teasing tone in his voice.
Sang Xinqi glanced at him sideways, "You're asking even though you already know the answer."
"You are serious boyfriend and girlfriend now. If you miss him, go find him. He lives next door to you anyway," Jiang Xun picked up an orange from the fruit plate and played with it.
Sang Xinqi sighed, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her pajamas, "We... are in a cold war."
Jiang Xun paused while peeling the orange. "What's going on?" He suddenly thought of something. "Could it be because of what happened to Gu Chaoyan at the wedding banquet today?"
Seeing Sang Xinqi nod, Jiang Xun shook his head helplessly.
She told the whole story and finally asked, "Do you think I'm wrong?"
"I just don't understand why you let her sit next to you in the first place? I saw it as soon as I walked in. How could I feel good when they were talking so close to each other?" Sang Xinqi felt more and more aggrieved as she spoke, her voice choked with sobs.
Jiang Xun handed her the peeled orange. "You're right, but neither is Brother Liao. I was there at the time. Gu Chaoyan sat next to Brother Liao first, and Brother Liao immediately moved to the side. Who knew she would move over too..." He sighed. "With so many people watching, Brother Liao didn't move because he was concerned about the situation."
Sang Xinqi was stunned, and the juice came out of the orange slices in her hand.
It turned out that she had misunderstood him. How could such a small matter be made into such a mess by her? She suddenly realized that she had been inexplicably worried about gains and losses recently.
"Okay, it's better for both of you to calm down." Jiang Xun patted his knees and stood up, throwing the orange peel on the coffee table into the trash can. "I'll just grab something and leave."
Sang Xinqi hugged the pillow and nodded, her wet hair leaving a trail of water on her shoulders. "Go get it."
Jiang Xun walked into the bedroom as if he knew the place well, opened the top drawer of the wardrobe, and found the certificate he wanted.
"My mom arranged another blind date for me tonight," he suddenly said, leaning against the door frame, his voice full of obvious resistance. "She said she's the daughter of a boss at her company. I wanted to refuse, but I couldn't."
Sang Xinqi turned her head upon hearing this, and water droplets from the ends of her hair dripped onto the leather sofa. "What's wrong with going to meet him? Maybe..."
"Come on," Jiang Xun interrupted her with a wave of his hand, a self-deprecating smile on his lips, "After what happened with Han Xuexue, I've completely given up on love."
"Don't try that," Sang Xinqi grabbed the pillow and threw it at him, "You were watching videos of beautiful women while we were having dinner today."
Jiang Xun caught the pillow steadily and exaggeratedly made a gesture of being shot by an arrow, "I still have a heart for beautiful women."
He glanced at his watch and tucked the certificate under his arm. "If you really leave, think about it carefully and then talk to him. Everything will be fine after you talk."
Sang Xinqi mumbled a response, then, hearing the door close, sank back into the sofa as if all her strength had been drained away. She bit her lower lip unconsciously, a slight sting between her teeth, but she couldn't bring herself to go find Liao Yishen.
Outside the window, the sky gradually darkened. She sat on the sofa from five to six, her damp hair half-dried, curling into restless curves around her shoulders. A boring variety show played on TV, its cheerful laughter piercing the empty living room.
Her back and waist were sore from sitting so much, and she was about to get up and go back to the bedroom to lie down, but the sudden ringing of the doorbell made her freeze in place.
This time, her heart didn't beat faster like it did when she took a shower. She just walked towards the door calmly. However, the moment her fingers touched the door handle, she felt the lingering anticipation in her chest.
The moment the door opened, Sang Xinqi's breathing stopped.
Liao Yishen, who was standing at the door, had messy hair and obvious fatigue in her eyes. A sour feeling suddenly surged to the tip of her nose. She hurriedly turned her face away and forced herself to suppress the sob in her throat.
"Why are you here? Is there something wrong?" She regretted the moment she said it. This stiff tone was not what she wanted at all.
Liao Yishen's eyes traced her face carefully, and his heart seemed to be tightened by an invisible hand. "I want to talk to you."
His voice was a little hoarse, as if he had been through a long journey.
Sang Xinqi pursed her lips, uttered a low "Oh," and stepped aside to make way. "Then come in."
She turned and walked towards the living room, unconsciously quickening her pace, fearing that staying for even a second longer would reveal her inner fragility.
Behind me, I heard the sound of a door closing and approaching footsteps.
Just as she was about to sit down, a warm hand suddenly grasped her wrist, and before she could react, she was pulled into a familiar embrace.
Liao Yishen's arms were wrapped around her tightly, his chin resting on the top of her head. His voice was so deep that it seemed to come directly from his chest, "Let's not quarrel, okay?"
Sang Xinqi's whole body trembled, and her tightly clenched lips trembled slightly.
She buried her face deeply in his chest, smelling the faint sweet scent of osmanthus on him, and nodded gently, "Okay."
Just one simple word instantly dissipated the grievances and uneasiness that had accumulated over the past few hours. She quietly clutched the corner of his clothes, her eyes hot - she had thought that she would not be able to wait for him to come today.
The two of them hugged each other quietly for a long time, until the street lights outside the window lit up one after another, casting a warm glow on the living room floor.
After they separated, he still held her hand.
"I'm sorry," he rubbed his thumb over her knuckles, "I will keep my distance from Gu Chaoyan in the future."
Sang Xinqi pursed her lips, her eyelashes drooping. "Actually... I'm just too sensitive. When I first arrived and saw you guys talking so close together, it felt like there was a ball of cotton in my chest."
Her voice became softer and softer. "Later, you clearly explained it clearly in front of everyone, but I still..."
Liao Yishen placed her hand on his chest and said, "I was too slow to notice your emotions in time."
He paused, his Adam's apple rolling, "I was just daydreaming, thinking..."
"Why?" Sang Xinqi looked up curiously.
Seeing her asking, Liao Yishen's ears turned red, and he finally said softly, "I thought you... didn't trust me."
Sang Xinqi opened her eyes wide, "I didn't!" She was so anxious that her fingers curled up. "At first I just wanted you to comfort me, but you stopped talking after asking me a question. The longer I waited, the more aggrieved I felt..."
Liao Yishen lowered his head and kissed her red fingertips, "It's my fault."
His voice was muffled. "I wanted to comfort you, but I was afraid of saying the wrong thing, and I was also angry..."
Sang Xinqi suddenly stood on tiptoe and put her arms around his neck, "Silly boy, I'm so easy to please."
She nudged his nose and said, "Just say a few sweet words when I pretend to ignore you..."
"Okay," Liao Yishen smiled and hugged her tighter, "I'll remember that."
Sang Xinqi smiled and pecked him on the cheek. Just as she was about to move away, she was suddenly grabbed from behind. Liao Yishen's eyes darkened and his voice became hoarse, "You can't be so perfunctory..." Before he finished speaking, warm lips covered hers.
Before Sang Xinqi could react, she felt a soft touch on her lips. At first, it was just a light peck like a dragonfly skimming the water, with a tentative tenderness. She could feel the faint sweet scent of osmanthus on his breath, mixed with the unique chill of winter.
Liao Yishen's palms firmly supported the back of her head, her slightly damp hair tangled between his fingers. The kiss gradually deepened, the force of their lips pressing against each other from light to heavy, as if swallowing her whole. Sang Xinqi unconsciously clenched the fabric of his clothes across her chest, her knuckles turning slightly white.
The tip of his tongue gently traced the shape of her lips, and the moment she slightly opened her lips, he penetrated deep into her.
The kiss suddenly became hot, as if it had ignited some long-suppressed desire. Sang Xinqi felt dizzy and her legs went weak, so she could only cling tightly to his shoulders.
The two people's breathing gradually became rapid, and it was particularly clear in the quiet living room.
Liao Yishen pressed her under him, one hand on her ear and the other hand still firmly holding her waist.
A cold wind started blowing outside the window, making a mournful howling sound.
But at this moment, neither of them had time to care. The only things in their world were the blending of their breathing and the increasingly synchronized heartbeats.
Liao Yishen's kiss moved from her lips to her earlobe, lingering around the small earring, causing Sang Xinqi to tremble slightly.
"Yi Shen..." She called his name vaguely, her voice dripping with a hint of coquettishness that she herself hadn't noticed. This name made him pause, and then he held her even tighter in his arms, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood.
Sang Xinqi panted slightly and buried her hot cheek in the crook of his shoulder, "Actually..." The words came to her lips but she swallowed them back, her fingertips unconsciously twisting the loose hair on the back of his neck.
Liao Yishen's hot breath sprayed on her neck, and his voice was hoarse, "Actually what?"
Sang Xinqi tightened her arms around his waist and whispered, "Let's go to the bedroom..."
She clearly felt the body holding her stiffen for a moment, and Liao Yishen suddenly picked her up horizontally and strode across the living room.
The moment he was put on the bed, Sang Xinqi's hands hooked around his neck refused to let go.
"We can..." She raised her face, the sparkling light in her eyes was more direct than words.
Liao Yishen's Adam's apple rolled violently, and silence spread between the two of them.
"Don't you... want to?" Sang Xinqi asked timidly.
He exhaled heavily, his voice tense, "I wanted to wait until the wedding day..."
Sang Xinqi was about to feel disappointed when she heard him continue, "But now... I can't wait any longer..." He suddenly pulled her hand away, "Wait for me a moment."
Looking at his back as he almost fled in panic, Sang Xinqi sat on the bed in a daze.
It was not until she heard the sound of the door opposite opening and closing that she suddenly pulled the duvet over herself and wrapped herself up like a silkworm, leaving only a pair of smiling crescent eyes exposed. It turned out that Liao Yishen, who was always calm, would also have such a panic moment.
Liao Yishen came back faster than expected. When the door was closed gently, Sang Xinqi noticed that he was holding a small dark blue box between his slender fingers.
The moment her eyes touched the exquisite packaging, they seemed to be burned and she looked away, and the tips of her ears turned crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"You...how come you..." She twisted her fingers tighter around the corner of the quilt, her voice so thin that it was almost inaudible, "So soon..."
Liao Yishen stood by the bed, his fingertips gently stroking the edge of the box, his Adam's apple rolling slightly as he chuckled. "I prepared it some time ago," he paused, and added, "It's in the bedside table in my bedroom."
Sang Xinqi suddenly looked up, her wet eyes wide open, "But you just said..." She pursed her lips halfway through her words, and the dimple on her cheek was faintly visible.
Under the warm yellow bedside lamp, Liao Yishen knelt on one knee at the edge of the bed and suddenly reached out to touch her hot cheek.
His deep eyes churned with undercurrents Sang Xinqi had never seen before, yet his voice was incredibly gentle. "You did say we'd wait until our wedding night..." His thumb gently brushed across her trembling eyelashes. "But every time I see you sleeping in my arms, I think... I have to prepare in advance."
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