Chapter 46 Lust Every time I hear you swear, I especially want to *you*...
Joel Bolton has gone mad!
Joel Bolton has completely lost his mind!
This is the only thought in Ning Jiu's mind since she met him today.
Despite the fact that the summit still had a day left, she opened her phone to book a flight out of Germany that evening, only to be told that the flight was canceled due to heavy rain.
Left with no other choice, she had to settle for a flight the following evening.
Back at the hotel, I tried to close my eyes, but it felt like I was being held up by some thread, tossing and turning and unable to fall asleep.
The night outside was completely dark. Ning Jiu let out a soft breath, put on her coat, and went out for a stroll.
The area around the manor was sparsely lit, with only a bar on the street corner still on.
Because of what happened between Ning Xuan and Yuan Shu, she had always had a subconscious aversion to alcohol, never touching a drop even at classmate reunions. But tonight was different—
Ning Jiu felt that if she remained sober tonight, she would probably go crazy like Qiao Bolin.
She went to the bar and ordered a whiskey from the bartender.
Perhaps because I rarely drink alcohol, even just half a glass feels like a fine flame burning down my throat, making my stomach feel tight and scalded.
But the hotter her body got, the clearer Ning Jiu felt.
During the summer after the college entrance exam, she assumed it was because no one had ever dared to refuse Qiao Bolin like that before, and the boy had acted impulsively.
Even after they separated, she was certain that the increasingly mature man would only categorize her as a youthful, impulsive, and misguided attempt.
But what exactly did he just do?
At first, they pretended to be strangers, but during the few minutes of power outage, he forced her to recall the days and nights when she was trapped in a dimly lit room at the age of eighteen, so confused that all she could see was him.
Loss of control, lust, sweat.
Just thinking about it makes my soul feel like it's stuck together by damp liquid, constantly being crushed and torn between memory and reality.
The gentle and polite boy in her memory overlapped with the indifferent and calm man before her, then transformed into the enchanting and obsessive figure in her dreams. Ning Jiu could no longer distinguish what the real him was like.
Today's power outage was an unexpected incident; no one could predict when the backup power would kick in. Qiao Bolin was certainly aware of this. If he hadn't gotten back to his seat in time, Su Ming would have seen him and her—
No, he wanted Su Ming to see it.
Realizing this, the tips of her fingers holding the wine glass turned slightly white, and she felt a chill run down her spine.
As I walked out of the bar, the summer night breeze blew by, but my body felt even hotter.
Almost relying on her memory, Ning Jiu walked unsteadily to the manor. As she approached the corner of the covered bridge, a tall waiter came towards her. As if noticing her unsteady steps, he gentlemanly reached out and supported her arm.
"Die Frau, brauchen Sie meine Hilfe"
(Madam, do you need help?)
Hearing this, she looked up. The streetlights cast dappled light on her hair and eyelashes. Her shirt, which had been buttoned up during the day, was now slightly open, revealing her delicate collarbone. Her breath carried a faint scent of alcohol.
As if she hadn't heard clearly, she turned her head slightly and moved closer to the waiter, her cheeks flushed with a light blush. Her once clear, light-colored eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of moist light, making her breathtakingly beautiful in the moonlight.
“I don’t understand what you’re saying,” Ning Jiu mimicked the waiter’s accent, looking at the man with teasing eyes, the sweet aroma of wine instantly filling the air between them. “Repeat it in a way I can understand.”
The waiter's movements, supporting her, came to a halt. She almost frantically looked away, swallowed hard but found her mind blank, and could only stammer out in English.
"Madam...madam, what is your room number? I...I'll take you back."
Ning Jiu was very pleased with the boy's shy expression after she teased him. Her lips, moist with moisture, curved slightly. Just as she was about to speak, the waiter in front of her suddenly turned pale as if he had seen something.
Before she could react, she felt her arm go empty, replaced by a strong, large hand pressed tightly against her waist. The palm was hot, the knuckles were distinct, and it was slowly and extremely oppressively tightening around her waist.
Why is Qiao Bailin here so late?
"Have you been drinking?" His voice was deeper than usual.
"I'm locked up... Qiao Bolin, put me down!"
In the blink of an eye, Ning Jiu felt a dizzying sensation before her eyes, her center of gravity shifted, and she was lifted up horizontally by him.
Afraid of being seen, she instinctively struggled, but the man's arms were as firm as iron hoops. Beneath his slender frame were bulging muscles with prominent veins. Her scratching and tickling only made him hold her tighter.
The night and the light and shadow of the corridor quickly intertwined in her vision, the smell of alcohol and sandalwood mingling together, inseparable.
With a soft click of the door behind him, cutting off all outside sounds, Ning Jiu finally reacted and looked at him in disbelief.
"Joe Belin, how did you know where my room is?"
She didn't even dare to think about whether her presence at this summit was all his doing.
The alcohol churned in her blood like slow, hot waves, soaking her joints until they felt weak.
Her already ripped collar slipped loosely down the way she went, revealing a patch of rosy skin below her collarbone. Her breath rose and fell slightly, and she was like a flower soaked in wine, even her panting carried an indescribable desire.
Her body was so soft that she could be manipulated at will, but her eyes revealed a stubbornness that refused to admit defeat. Her cherry-pink lips were bitten until they were red, and the curve of her lips was gentle, but the words she uttered were like hooked scimitars, revealing a ruthless determination.
"Aren't you pretending to be a stranger? Let go of me, I have a boyfriend."
"I told you to let me go! Can't you understand human language?!"
"You're insane, get out of here!"
Qiao Bolin stopped walking toward the bedroom.
Ning Jiu thought he had finally regained his senses, and desperately pushed away the hand that was in his arms. But to her surprise, he was not angry at her insults. Instead, he seemed to enjoy being insulted, and his usually clear tone became hoarse with desire.
“Did I tell you that?” He ignored her resistance and threw her onto the bed. “Every time I hear you swear, I really want to fuck you.”
"I've had this idea since high school."
After saying this, Qiao Bolin's tall figure loomed over Ning Jiu, who felt his hot, large hands exploring her from top to bottom in a gentle, persuasive way. She was so shocked that she couldn't speak.
"You're crazy..."
She was halfway through her rant when she suddenly remembered what he had just said, and the words that were about to come out of her throat were abruptly cut off.
The heat from his palm seeped through the thin fabric into her skin, traveling along her nerves to her heart. Despite the burning heat, his movements were unhurried, as if deliberately testing her patience.
"stranger?"
Upon reaching within centimeters of the most vulnerable area, the man abruptly stopped. In the near-death silence, Ning Jiu heard her own heavy breathing, amplified infinitely in the enclosed space.
"Do any strangers know your body as well as I do?"
Her long eyelashes were still wet with tears, and her expression and demeanor were fierce. But when combined with her gentle features and occasional panting, it only fueled an uncontrollable urge to abuse her.
Qiao Bolin paused slightly, but his expression remained indifferent, showing no emotion whatsoever.
Just when Ning Jiu thought he was going to continue, the weight pressing down on her suddenly came off.
Qiao Bolin straightened up without any mercy, grabbed the blanket next to him with his long, slender fingers, and coiled her up like a rice dumpling, turning his head to the side and refusing to look at her anymore.
......
really.
He still fundamentally hated her.
What I just did was nothing more than a way to disgust and humiliate her.
The burning sensation of being touched still lingered on her skin. As Ning Jiu watched his departing figure, a string that had been taut in her mind suddenly loosened, and she could no longer resist the pressure of the alcohol, falling into a deep sleep.
In a long-awaited slumber, Ning Jiu was pulled into an overly tender dream.
The large apartment was clean and tidy. She heard the faint sound of a password being entered outside the door. She knew clearly that this was a dream, so familiar that she could almost predict what would happen next, but she still couldn't help but look towards the door.
The young man in the white shirt had a face that was somewhere between youthful and mature. He was upright with distinct features. He pushed open the door and entered, bringing with him the coolness of the evening. He slightly turned to avoid Ning Jiu's embrace, but the next moment he placed a very precious kiss on her lips.
"Sweetie, I'll hug you later. I'm cold now, and you'll get chilled."
The warmth on her lips vanished in an instant. She had had this dream too many times in the past few years, and Ning Jiu could almost guess what "Qiao Bolin" in front of her would say next, but she still spoke.
"I'm not afraid of the cold." She stretched out her arms and nuzzled her head against his chest. "I just want to hug you. Can you let me hug you?"
"Qiao Bolin" curved his lips into a smile, changed into slippers in the entryway, and still reached out to catch Ning Jiu who rushed towards him. He lowered his head and let her ruffle his originally neat hair.
Why are you getting more and more spoiled?
"Why are you getting more and more spoiled?"
I still need to cook. What do you want to eat today?
"I still need to cook. What do you want to eat today?"
"Baby?" "Joe Bolin" noticed her distraction and playfully flicked her forehead, feigning annoyance. "What mischief are you up to now?"
"......"
Ning Jiu silently recited every line that "Qiao Bolin" would say, remained silent for a long time, and then a sly smile appeared on her lips.
"I don't want to eat."
"I want to eat you."
Upon hearing her answer, "Joe Bolin" paused for a moment, then leaned down and naturally kissed her lips. He first gave her a deep and earnest peck, then gradually explored deeper. The two of them entwined all the way to the sofa. As they approached the final step, their breaths were hot and disordered. He still controlled his surging desire and kissed her earlobe again and again, his voice low and husky.
"How about we compromise, eat first, then eat me?"
The sound of water running in the kitchen filled the air. Ning Jiu sat cross-legged on the sofa, watching "Qiao Bolin" tie on his apron as he walked away. She put away her smile and stood soberly from an observer's perspective, comparing her dream with her real experience.
The same apartment, the same location, yet the scene before my eyes is vastly different from my true memories.
It was no longer that endless period of imprisonment where they could only look at each other, nor was it the hostility and tug-of-war between them. Now, their dream felt more like they had actually come together after graduation.
They would snuggle on the sofa and play video games like any other couple. Ning Jiu would chuckle and poke his arm with her fingertip, deliberately stealing his kill.
Qiao Bolin cooked, Qiao Bolin washed the dishes, and she squatted at the kitchen door to tease Xiao Bolin, letting the little guy jump into her arms and roll around.
When night falls and all is quiet, and the lamplight dims to a yellowish hue, they will stand very close, their breaths mingling, tentatively yet restrainedly exploring each other's bodies—
etc.
Perhaps it was because he had drunk alcohol today, which was unusual for him, but Ning Jiu felt that the dream was becoming more and more real, especially the part about the bed.
In the past, her dreams only touched upon this place briefly; it shouldn't be like this now.
Sticky, hot...
itch.
Just as Ning Jiu was about to finish her dream, she suddenly saw "Qiao Bolin," who had been clearing away the dishes, walking towards the bedroom. He bent one of his long legs and pinned her against the corner of the bed, the familiar woody scent enveloping her completely.
She hadn't expected him to do this. She tried to hug him, but he grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her head, preventing her from even touching his sleeve.
She couldn't resist leaning in to kiss him, but his hand, with its distinct fingers, covered her mouth. No matter how much her tongue swirled around and her lips and teeth gently bit, she could never reach that warmth from her memory.
"You weren't like that just now..."
As dreams and reality intertwined, and alcohol flooded her brain, Ning Jiu found herself unable to resist his advances. Her voice, forced to become low and husky, became sticky, and she decided to exercise her right to end this dream.
"Quickly...quickly turn back to who you were before..."
"Do you prefer me as I was just now?"
A man's low chuckle reached her ears, a voice identical to the one in her previous dream. Ning Jiu trembled even more violently the moment he spoke. Qiao Bolin keenly sensed the change in her body, his voice trailing off with a hint of laughter.
"You preferred the me from before, so why are you reacting so strongly now, hmm?"
A slight stinging sensation came from the inside of her thigh. Her subconscious thoughts were mercilessly exposed by the bad version of "Joe Bolin" in her dream. Ning Jiu was furious and wanted to fight back, but she felt the pain between her legs being gradually burned away by the tingling sensation of her lips and teeth, and then an electric current ran through her limbs.
Unable to hold back any longer, she let out a soft moan.
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Author's Note: This chapter begins the prologue, and the next chapter will continue from the end of the prologue, my darlings!
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