Chapter 41 The Tide of Passion Every time I dream of you, you tremble like this…
Qiao Bolin has been sick these past few days.
Skin hunger, or something else, it's a disease.
Ning Jiu sat cross-legged on the sofa, watching the young man bring the dishes to the table. Her eyes scrutinized the handsome man in front of her, and recalling how he looked like he wanted to skin her alive before the meal, she sighed that Qiao Bolin was just all show and no substance, saying one thing to her face and another behind her back.
As if completely oblivious to her resentful gaze, Qiao Bolin's lips curved slightly as he took out the bowl and chopsticks and placed them on the table.
"Dinner's ready."
"You did this?" he asked, sounding somewhat disbelieving.
“Well, I started making it after the college entrance exam. I used to eat it all by myself,” he said. “If the taste is bland or you don’t like it, just let me know.”
Rather than doubting that Qiao Bolin's cooking was bad, Ning Jiu was more surprised that he would actually learn to cook.
I put Xiao Bai down, washed my hands, and sat down at the table. I glanced at the aromas and noticed that they were all sweet.
She hadn't known before that Qiao Bolin had a sweet tooth.
The girl's skirt was already short, and as she casually leaned against the table and chair, the hem of her skirt fluttered slightly with her movements, revealing her straight and slender thighs, which were particularly eye-catching.
Qiao Bolin glanced at her briefly before looking away, observing Ning Jiu's expression as she ate. The girl's beautiful lips were slightly swollen from the kiss, and she couldn't help but gasp softly when touched. Noticing his gaze, she looked up at him fiercely, as if accusing him of turning her into this.
He couldn't resist pinching her cheek, and Ning Jiu seemed even angrier, her already round cheeks puffing up like a little pufferfish.
Only after confirming that she didn't dislike the food he had cooked did he pick up his chopsticks.
"I'm going home tomorrow."
Halfway through the meal, Ning Jiu suddenly spoke up.
Qiao Bailin looked up at her, and she explained.
"I told my uncle I'd be going back tomorrow," she said, a little guilty, and looked away. "Besides, the results are coming out soon, and I need to be with my family..."
“Hmm,” he didn’t insist, quietly waiting for her to finish eating before starting to clear the dishes, “Then let’s stay one last night.”
One last night.
After taking a shower, Ning Jiu went to the bathroom cabinet to look for the hair dryer, as usual, only to find that the hair dryer, which she had kept in there for the past few days, was missing.
Water was still dripping from the ends of her hair. She made sure she hadn't come to the wrong place, stepped out of the steamy bathroom, and knocked on Qiao Bolin's door.
Are you asleep?
After a moment of silence, the door opened, and Ning Jiu instinctively looked at his expression. His hair was slightly curled at the ends, and he looked more tired than usual, probably preparing to sleep.
Her initial nervousness instantly dissipated into a faint apology.
"I can't find a hair dryer..."
Qiao Bolin remained noncommittal: "Come in first."
Because she had something on her mind lately, Ning Jiu went to bed later than usual. Qiao Bolin turned on the light and his eyes inadvertently glanced at the girl's wet neck. Water droplets from the ends of her hair rolled down her fair face and into the hollow of her neck, like a pond quietly filling up on a summer night.
Before she looked over, Qiao Bolin looked away.
"I accidentally spilled water while reading yesterday, and used a hairdryer to dry a few pages, but I forgot to take it out." His voice was a little low. "I think I put it in the last drawer. Can you look for it?"
Ning Jiu bent down as he instructed, her eyes sweeping over the bookshelf beside her. She couldn't help but recall the note that had accidentally fallen out of the bookshelf when she first entered this place.
That experience was so coincidental and so memorable that she should have learned from it, but only now does she realize that entering Qiao Bolin's room was much easier and more skillful than she had imagined.
She opened the drawer, and sure enough, the hair dryer lay quietly inside. Just as she was about to pick it up, something soft next to it caught her attention—
Her hair tie.
My mind went blank for a moment, and the alarm went off.
Sending the post to Qiao Bolin was just a spur-of-the-moment thing. I remember telling him at the end of the National Day holiday that year that if he didn't want it, I would give it back to him, but he said it was useful.
He's useful... but what use is he?
She took out the hair tie from the drawer, completely unaware that heat was approaching. As Ning Jiu straightened up, a hot and firm body pressed against her slender back. The boy's arms were resting on either side of the desk, seemingly casually leaning against it, yet cleverly keeping her in place.
"Let me blow it for you."
His voice was even hoarser than before. Without giving her a chance to refuse, he took the hair dryer from her hand. When his hot palm brushed against her right wrist, he felt a delicate coolness and then seemed to notice something, asking her a question.
Is your bracelet new?
Ning Jiu didn't believe he hadn't noticed it a few days ago.
This bracelet is a limited edition collaboration that she bought with Gao Hexin and Li Mingyuan when they went to an amusement park in Shanghai. When they got their pair, there were only three left. Li Mingyuan even posted on his WeChat Moments to celebrate their good luck, hoping that everything they wanted to do would come true in the future.
"Hmm," she felt him casually playing with her hair, and for a moment she wasn't sure what he meant by that. After thinking for a moment, she put the hair tie she had just received on her wrist to cover the thin silver light. "But I think I can wear something else too."
Qiao Bolin: "For example?"
“For example, this hair tie,” Ning Jiu said casually, looking at the delicate and soft light purple surface of the hair tie, “it looks quite casual and nice when worn on the wrist.”
“Don’t wear it out,” the hairdryer’s voice trailed off, and she felt Joel Bolton gently kiss the back of her neck, accompanied by a barely audible sigh. “It’s dirty.”
Ning Jiu frowned, her gaze falling on the lustrous, warm velvet, and she subconsciously defended it.
Where is it dirty?
"I've used it to defend myself many times."
The moment the hairdryer stopped, the room fell into a deathly silence.
Ning Jiu never expected him to speak so bluntly, and with such an air of self-righteousness. She coughed and struggled to get up, but he used her strength to pull her up, and she ended up sitting directly on his bulging thigh muscles.
“During the most stressful time of my senior year of high school, I missed you terribly, but I couldn’t talk to you face to face. It was so frustrating. I had to take this out for a while almost every day to make myself feel a little better.”
The scar on the back of his hand brushed lightly against her waist, sending a tingling sensation through her. Ning Jiu stopped moving, and her earlobe received his soft, sticky kisses.
"Baby."
Even the sound became sticky.
Have you ever thought of me the way I think of you?
"Joe Bolin is a truly wicked man," Ning Jiu thought.
He clearly sensed the changes in her body, yet he continued to feign interest in flirting with her while pretending not to understand, asking obvious questions.
If it really came down to doing what he did, Ning Jiu felt that she would probably have to take away some of Qiao Bolin's personal belongings to swallow her anger.
But she couldn't do what he did—to be both shameless and brazen enough to say it so openly.
In the brief moment she pondered, that hand with its distinctly slender fingers had already quietly crossed the red line, pressed tightly against the contours of her skin as she breathed, and slowly moved down to place it on her lower abdomen—
"Is that okay?"
They were clearly ready to go.
Yet his tone remained that of a gentleman and gentle man.
She had always disliked his affected and persuasive manner, but tonight, she didn't find him so annoying.
Tonight, it's just her and him; nothing else matters.
The first sensation of coolness was on the skin of her waist. But as soon as her skin touched the cool skin, it was pressed down by the hot palm bone. Ning Jiu was already struggling and let out a soft groan. The next second, she felt the temperature pressed against her thigh become even more aggressive, almost impossible to ignore.
"Is that okay?"
He asked again, though his tone wasn't very questioning.
She sank into something soft, and the clothes that clung to her body had been removed at some point. Ning Jiu's fair and slender neck tilted back slightly, letting his hot breath fall on her. His lips and teeth covered hers, and Ning Jiu couldn't hold back any longer.
"You...how do you know how to be so skilled...?"
Even with her mind completely clouded by the sucking, she still managed to doubt him.
Qiao Bolin was captivated by her cuteness, his voice slurred and his breath hot as he spoke made her tremble.
“You tremble like this every time I dream.”
His tone was as calm as ever, but his lips, tongue, and palms were surprisingly hot, making Ning Jiu feel as if she was about to melt under his teasing.
“At first, you had the upper hand, but after having these dreams so many times, I slowly realized where you were most afraid.” He moved his head down, “Where you are most vulnerable to being touched.” In an instant, it was as if fireworks were exploding in her mind. Ning Jiu’s breathing became chaotic. She wanted him to stop, but as soon as she grabbed his hair, he grabbed her hand and restrained her. From her perspective, it looked more like she was pulling him towards her.
Qiao Bolin's strength was not light but heavy. His long fingers intertwined with hers, and the veins on his forearms bulged slightly. Only after things calmed down did he raise his head with that innocent face and hold her firmly beneath him.
The air still echoed with their lingering breaths. Ning Jiu slowly came to her senses, feeling her legs go weak. She was too lazy to even speak. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at him as he pulled out a tissue to wipe her body. After cleaning herself, he used a fresh tissue to wipe his own face. The boy's usually handsome and well-defined features were now covered in tears, even the tips of his eyelashes were slightly damp. His lips, which had opened and closed as he gave his acceptance speech, now shimmered with a suggestive, watery sheen, making him look exceptionally...beautiful.
Just when she thought it was all over, those calm, deep black pupils suddenly met her gaze, and his voice carried a hoarse tone that hadn't been completely swallowed.
"Baby, help me take it off."
It seems my mind isn't clear either. Ning Jiu thought.
Otherwise, why would they actually want to do as he says?
By the time she realized what was happening, she had already ripped off Qiao Bolin's shirt, exposing his lean waist and clearly defined abdominal muscles.
Ning Jiu was stunned for two seconds before she remembered to look away from her abs. Just as she was about to say something, his hot lips and teeth pressed against hers almost instantly, making her tongue feel numb.
"When we were in the hospital, I almost thought you didn't want me anymore," his burning heat almost enveloped her completely, the anxiety in his eyes far more intense than she had imagined, his tone almost seductive, "Don't make those kinds of jokes again—"
"I'll take it seriously."
In a daze, tears streamed from the corners of her eyes, and she couldn't tell whether they were from excitement or some other emotion.
He licked away her tears, but her eyes became even redder. Ning Jiu kissed the small mole on his neck that was wet with sweat. Her legs went weak and she let him do as he pleased until she saw him reach for something on the bedside table. Her gaze followed his downwards, and a long buzzing sound filled her mind.
If she lets him do whatever he wants, will she even be able to get out of bed the next day?
She struggled to retreat, but the boy, unlike his usual good temper, forcefully grabbed her ankle and dragged her back.
“Ning Jiu, I love you so much,” Qiao Bolin’s soft hair brushed against her sweaty neck, and his burning lips kissed her earlobe, as if he couldn’t get enough of kissing her. “We will continue like this until we get married, right?”
As their scalding bodies clashed, Ning Jiu could barely hear what he was saying; his trembling voice barely escaped his throat.
"If I meant what I said back then, what would you have done...?"
The lips and tongue were blocked.
Qiao Bolin didn't let her continue.
“If what you said in the hospital was true,” he said, his burning hot metacarpals pulling her slender waist up and placing a reverent kiss on her delicate white ankle, “I said I would stay with you until you changed your mind.”
He offered her his surging emotions, along with his most sincere heart, without reservation.
"But if you lie to me because of this—"
The moment when pain and emotion arrive simultaneously.
She heard him say that.
"I will never forgive you in my entire life."
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Author's note: I wore it.
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Tomorrow is the last chapter of the campus arc! Two chapters will be combined into one, so remember to check out the author's note in the next chapter, my darlings! Love you all, muah~
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