Chapter 75 Ignite the Fire, Hold Me, Hold Me...
"I..."
Yang Chengjing held the girl who was sliding down in front of him with one arm, and watched as Chi Yu picked up Xin Mian and carried her back to the room on the third floor.
"Sister Yun..."
When I turned around again, Min Shuyun had already gotten up and gone upstairs as well.
Lin Jiachi followed closely behind her.
Liu Haoyuan, who had also drunk quite a bit, barely managed to maintain his last shred of consciousness and stumbled to the doorknob of the room on the left side of the living room.
The living room suddenly fell silent.
He looked at Qin Shengtian's flushed face, his Adam's apple bobbing back and forth, and resignedly picked her up and took her back to the room.
According to the original arrangement, Qin Shengtian and Xin Mian's room was on the second floor, but now, for convenience, Yang Chengjing carried her to the room on the right side of the living room.
As soon as the door closed, the little girl slipped out of his arms like a little eel.
Yang Chengjing's hand hovered around her waist, trying to steady her, but as soon as he touched her, she fell to the ground and landed directly in his arms.
The young woman's fragrant and soft body pressed against him without reservation, and Yang Chengjing's Adam's apple bobbed heavily.
Almost instantly, all the muscles in my body tensed up.
"Tian Tian".
She tilted her head back in his arms, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and her eyes were all red.
She looked at him with a sly smile, "Yang Chengjing, you're taking advantage of me."
"belch..."
She hiccuped, then smiled brightly, "You like me, don't you...?"
Yang Chengjing clenched his fists at his sides, not daring to look her in the eye, and coaxed her softly, "You've had too much to drink, go to bed and sleep, okay?"
Qin Shengtian shook her head, "No good!"
She grabbed his shoulder, insisting on pressing herself against him, "Answer my question first..."
Yang Chengjing could not answer.
He tried hard to suppress his feelings, refusing to consciously perceive the curves of her body or the faint fragrance she exuded when she lunged at him.
He was so distressed that he could no longer concentrate on answering her questions.
I don't want to lie, but I find it hard to admit it.
But Qin Shengtian came prepared tonight. She was determined to pry open this tightly closed clam shell.
She rested her head against his chest, listening intently to his heartbeat.
After a moment, she slightly increased the distance between them and said in a sly tone, "Your heart is beating so fast."
"Yang Chengjing..."
She took his hand and pressed it against her waist, snuggling closer to him, saying, "Hold me, hold me..."
Yang Chengjing, worn down by her persistence, resigned himself to holding her tightly in his arms.
On a winter night, the wind whistled incessantly outside the window, making the trees rustle, while his tall frame, over six feet, was pressed against the door by the slender figure of the young woman.
I dare not move, nor can I bear to move.
"Tian Tian..."
Realizing she wasn't behaving herself, he immediately restrained her mischievous hands and said restrainedly, "Be good, go to bed first."
"I'll make you some honey water to help with your hangover."
You mumbled a few words, but Qin Shengtian couldn't hear them at all; all she could think about were the thin lips so close to her eyes.
She had her own plans for tonight, but she did drink quite a bit while playing cards.
It's impossible not to feel dizzy right now.
But drinking too much alcohol inadvertently emboldened her.
The shyness and hesitation that were originally hidden in my heart were all dispelled under the influence of alcohol.
She had only one thought in her mind—she had to win over this man in front of her!
Thinking of this, Qin Shengtian felt a surge of energy coursing through her body.
She practically clung to him, using his strength to rise on her tiptoes, and without a second thought, tilted her head back and kissed him.
The moment their lips touched, the fireworks of New Year's Eve seemed to explode and spread simultaneously in their hearts.
A riot of colors, crackling and popping, as if trying to burn away all reason.
Yang Chengjing stood there, stunned, his handsome face turning bright red.
"Tian Tian..."
He wanted to bring her to her senses, but he forgot their current position.
He opened his mouth and almost swallowed her lips.
The aroma of malt alcohol mixed with the girl's light, delicate fragrance suddenly assaulted him, giving him no chance to react.
She was bold and passionate, taking his hand and leading him into her coat pocket to feel for the small square inside.
She glanced at him with dreamy eyes, noticing the veins bulging on his forehead as he tried to guess what was in his pocket, and smiled with pleasure as he pursed his lips.
A sweet, soft voice escaped from their lips, "Yang Chengjing, shall we give it a try?"
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There are two rooms on the second floor. One was originally for Xin Mian and Qin Shengtian, and the other was for Min Shuyun.
But now Xin Mian and Qin Shengtian are both drunk and have someone to take care of them, so only Min Shuyun is left on the second floor.
The hallway lights were bright, and the carpet absorbed most of the noise.
But the man's figure was clearly reflected at her feet.
Min Shuyun was furious and wanted to turn around and have a big fight with him, but before she could move, she felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen.
I got my period...
Her expression suddenly changed, she pursed her lips and walked quickly, wanting nothing more than to get back to her room as soon as possible.
Her periods are always irregular, and she doesn't remember if she carries sanitary napkins with her.
If not, you'll have to call the hot spring resort staff to have it delivered.
But the people behind her were like leeches, sticking to her relentlessly.
Min Shuyun placed her hand on the doorknob, her back to him, enduring the increasingly obvious pain, "Go back to your own room and don't bother me."
Lin Jiachi ignored her words and instead took a big step forward, instantly closing the distance between them. "Minmin, I..."
Before he could even begin to speak, she interrupted him impatiently, "I told you, don't bother me."
Women on their period are not to be trifled with.
She's on the verge of losing her temper.
Almost instantly, Lin Jiachi sensed something was off about her words.
He gripped her shoulders and turned her around, immediately noticing her deathly pale face. His heart clenched. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"Does your stomach hurt? Did you eat something too spicy just now?"
As Min Shuyun listened to his continuous questions, she felt a throbbing sensation in her forehead and wanted to laugh at him.
I guessed so many, but I didn't guess any of them correctly.
Sure enough, as time passed, he no longer understood her as he had before.
In the few seconds that she remained silent, Lin Jiachi immediately realized what was happening.
He pulled her into his arms, gripped the doorknob, and pushed hard to open the door. He half-embraced her and carried her inside.
Before Min Shuyun could even finish refusing, he had already swept her up in his arms.
"Lin Jiachi, why are you hugging me!"
The sudden feeling of being suspended in mid-air made her feel very insecure.
She hadn't been hugged like that in many years.
Her struggles posed almost no threat to Lin Jiachi. He gently placed her on the bed and asked in a low voice, "Is it your period?"
Min Shuyun turned her face away and pushed him away, saying, "Don't get so close to me."
Lin Jiachi ignored her resistance and gently touched her forehead with the back of his hand to check her temperature, ruling out the possibility of a fever.
He stood up and called the front desk of the hot spring resort, asking the staff to bring him sanitary napkins and brown sugar water.
Min Shuyun lay on the bed, her usually beautiful and delicate face now pale with illness, her whole being excessively fragile, staring blankly as he methodically arranged everything.
Until another sharp pain struck her lower abdomen, she frowned slightly, curled up like a shrimp in pain, and had no time to look at him anymore.
Lin Jiachi hung up the phone and turned around to see her weak face. He sat down by the bed and tried his best to appease her, speaking gently in a way she could understand, "I know you don't want to see me, but Xinmian and Qin Shengtian are both drunk. Let me help you, okay?"
"I'll leave once I feel better."
In the dead of winter, Min Shuyun was covered in fine sweat from menstrual cramps. Her face was pale and her lips were white. She stared at him for several seconds without saying a word.
But Mrs. Lin Jiachi understood her and knew that this meant she had agreed.
He bent down and helped her take off her shoes, then carefully reached under the covers and restrained himself as he groped to remove her coat and scarf.
As her clothes were removed one by one, the burdens were cleared away, and Min Shuyun felt much more relaxed, snuggling comfortably in bed.
Lin Jiachi got up and went to the bathroom, wet a washcloth with hot water, and came back to wipe her face.
He was always meticulous in his work. He brushed aside the strands of hair by her temples and gently wiped away the fine sweat from her forehead and cheeks.
The warm touch of the washcloth brushed against her face, and Min Shuyun subconsciously closed her eyes.
The man was so close that she could even smell his scent.
As always, at certain times, it is a source of immense comfort for her.
Perhaps because people are always incredibly vulnerable when they are sick, in that instant, countless scenes of the two of them together flashed through her mind like a slideshow.
During her period, he made her brown sugar water, bought sanitary napkins, washed her soiled underwear, and gently pressed his warm palms against her lower abdomen...
He had done things like this many times.
For some reason, Min Shuyun's nose started to sting.
If they hadn't broken up, would they be married now?
After marriage, will he still be as attentive and patient with her as before?
She couldn't control her wandering thoughts; those images that she had once ordered herself to forget when reason prevailed suddenly intruded without warning.
She pursed her lips, abruptly pulled his hand away, lowered her eyes, and said in a muffled voice, "No need to wipe anymore..."
Lin Jiachi paused, about to say something, when his phone rang.
It was a call from a staff member.
Sanitary napkins, menstrual pain medication, and brown sugar water are all prepared.
He tucked the blanket around her, got up and went downstairs to get it, but returned in less than a minute.
The staff at the hot spring resort were very well prepared, providing both day and night sanitary napkins, both mesh and cotton types, and even overnight underwear.
Lin Jiachi opened the bag with extremely natural movements, picked through the contents, and finally took out a pack of cotton overnight pads and handed it to Min Shuyun.
Min Shuyun looked at the large characters on the packaging bag and awkwardly took it.
She was too fragile and would get chafed red if she used a mesh surface, so she always used a cotton surface.
Several years have passed, but Lin Jiachi still remembers it.
Min Shuyun didn't say anything, took the sanitary napkin, lowered her head, and quickly left for the bathroom.
When she came out, Lin Jiachi was still in the room, sitting on the sofa next to the bathroom, waiting for her.
Seeing her open the door, he immediately stood up and handed her the brown sugar water. "Drink the brown sugar water first? If it still hurts later, you can take painkillers."
Min Shuyun took the painkillers from his hand. "No need, I'll take them now."
As she spoke, she tilted her head back, put the pill in her mouth, and swallowed it along with the brown sugar water.
The thermos was empty. She shook it, her meaning clear.
Lin Jiachi, it's time for you to go.
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Author's note: Lin Jiachi: Wife, can't I really stay?
Sister Yun: Get lost, who's your wife?
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