Chapter 24 Discovery
She had never seen him lose his composure like this before.
Before she could react, Zhao Yan lowered his head and covered her with his cool lips, which were soft and plump. The familiar scent mixed with the peach flavor of the drink just now was sweet and addictive.
In an instant, Jiang Siyue's mind went blank. Warm breath floated on her face, and it seemed as if a subtle electric current was flowing in her body, making her tremble slightly.
Jiang Siyue instinctively fell backwards, and suddenly a hand grasped her waist. The warmth penetrated through the clothes and stopped her from falling backwards.
The cheers from the crowd reached their peak, but Jiang Siyue felt that her heartbeat was even louder.
Their lips parted, but the hand on her waist was still there. Jiang Siyue lowered her head, not daring to look him in the eye.
After such a commotion, Jiang Siyue dared not stay any longer. She tugged at Zhao Yan's clothes and then heard Zhao Yan say something to the uncle. Then he took her away. After walking through two intersections, Jiang Siyue finally dared to raise her head. After catching a glimpse of his bright red lips, she looked away again.
He chuckled in her ears, as if he was mocking her. Jiang Siyue frowned and was about to pull her hand away, but he held it tighter, and the slightly heavier force seemed to be imprinted in her heart.
If action is useless, you can only defend your rights verbally.
Jiang Siyue tilted her head and asked in confusion, "Why do you always laugh at me?" After a while, she muttered to herself in a deflated tone, "Okay, I admit, I do blush easily, but that doesn't mean I'm shy. I just blush easily. It's hereditary."
The smile on Zhao Yan's lips became more and more intense, and even the corners of his eyes curved up.
Jiang Siyue was discouraged and decided to remain silent.
The corners of Zhao Yan's mouth curled up, but the smile in his eyes did not diminish. "I'm not laughing at you. I just think you're cute and lively." Zhao Yan lowered his head slightly and said in a low voice, "I can't help but feel good."
Hot breath snorted behind her ears, and Jiang Siyue hunched her shoulders. Her heart seemed to be thrown into the air. Tension, joy, and excitement grew secretly in her heart. She pursed her lips, trying to control her rapid breathing, and said quickly, "I don't think I'm cute."
Zhao Yan smiled gently, did not answer, and looked at her straight.
A gust of wind blew, sending petals flying all over the sky, blinding her eyes. After losing her sight, her other senses became increasingly acute. The air was filled with a subtle fragrance, and the unique scent of Zhao Yan, drawing closer and closer... She opened her eyes.
"Hmm?" Jiang Siyue looked at the hand raised in front of her and snorted in confusion.
Spreading out his hand, on the warm, white jade-like palm lay a pink evening cherry blossom, its double petals trembling gently in the breeze, just like Jiang Siyue's heart that had broken thousands of miles away.
Jiang Siyue stared at the flowers, pursing her lips again and again, her right hand unconsciously clenched into a fist. After making sufficient preparations, she stood on tiptoe, her voice trembling, "My determination ends here."
Close your eyes and kiss his lips.
She sings for you, is in a good mood because she thinks you are cute, catches falling flowers, and gives you frank and ambiguous looks... She has very poor self-control and surrenders without any strong attack.
Jiang Siyue had only one thought at this moment. The moment their lips touched, it was like she was holding a soft marshmallow, soft and sweet.
It’s just as it looks, very kissable.
After the thought flashed through her mind, Jiang Siyue's tiptoeing gave way, and the moment she fell, the softness that had been pressed against her separated. After her accumulated courage was exhausted, all that was left was a spreading panic.
Zhao Yan's eyes were dark, even darker than the night. Beneath the calmness, there seemed to be a surge of strong emotions. Jiang Siyue bit her lip lightly and argued, "You seduced me."
"Yeah." Zhao Yan responded, his burning gaze not taking advantage of him, "I apologize."
"No--"
The word "用" was swallowed by Zhao Yan, and his waist was held by Zhao Yan with both hands. Jiang Siyue was almost in a suspended state. This feeling of lack of strength made her panic. Her hands instinctively grabbed him, like a person who fell into the sea and grabbed a life-saving piece of driftwood. The waves hit her one after another, and she also floated up and down with the wood.
He seemed to be tasting a rare delicacy. He first slowly sucked the softness all over, and finally enjoyed the main course at a leisurely pace. The strange and strong softness carefully penetrated, tentatively slid left and right, and after adapting, he secretly entangled with it, picking out the most primitive joy in his heart.
Only when fresh air entered her nostrils did Jiang Siyue's blank brain gradually regain clarity. She looked at Zhao Yan in confusion. Two seconds later, she reacted and her cheeks were already burning hot.
Zhao Yan's eyes were filled with smiles, without a trace of his usual coldness. "I guess I'll have to teach you how to breathe next time."
The last fire successfully burned Jiang Siyue into a cooked shrimp. She thought to herself: Let it burn, as long as I'm alive.
This straight road has not yet reached the end. Jiang Siyue moved her legs mechanically, her mind had already drifted away. She was not thinking about anything, but she just couldn't concentrate.
A very light breeze blew past his face, and Zhao Yan suddenly caught a glimpse of the bright moon in the sky. He whispered, "The river is like the moon, the person beside the wine shop is like the moon, and her white wrists are like frost and snow?"
"No." Jiang Siyue regained some consciousness, her bright eyes covered with a layer of haze. "I was born on the first of the fourth lunar month. There was a mistake when registering. It's actually ordinary and has no meaning."
Zhao Yan opened the calendar on his phone. "Isn't your birthday in three days?"
"It's on the calendar, right?" Jiang Siyue herself wasn't too sure. "It's not my birthday, so I didn't notice it."
This is true. When I was a child, I lived with my grandparents. They were busy working in the fields every day. It was good enough that they remembered to cook for her, not to mention her birthday.
As for myself, a child, I didn’t even know what day it was.
Later, she was taken to Zhou Hong's side. Seeing that her peers were celebrating their birthdays and her classmates asked her the time, she suddenly realized that this was a day worth celebrating.
So she also started to keep track of the days and count down to her birthday. Finally, with full of anticipation, she heard Zhou Hong say:
"Is today your birthday? I forgot. Gift? Your birthday is my Good Friday. Why don't you celebrate my birthday?"
If you are the only one who remembers and looks forward to your birthday, and you sell the cakes and gifts to yourself, you will find over time that there is no difference between that day and every other day.
Zhao Yan's lips opened and closed. Jiang Siyue came back to her senses from her trance. Her scattered eyes refocused and she asked apologetically, "I was distracted. What did you say?"
She looked melancholy. Zhao Yan didn't repeat the question, but said, "Are you cold?"
Jiang Siyue breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and shook her head. In fact, she was quite afraid that Zhao Yan would ask her more questions or give her a gift. Those questions were very unfamiliar, and just thinking about them made her feel at a loss.
fine.
Jiang Siyue looked at him with a faint smile.
*
Shortly after entering the room and taking off her coat, Jiang Siyue heard a noise from the door lock. She was secretly glad that she had returned in time. As Yue Huan came in, the strong smell of alcohol hit her face.
"Xiao Siyue, it's such a pity you didn't go!" Yue Huan took off his coat, looking excited. "It's really interesting. All the fatigue of the past three days disappeared in an instant."
"So magical." Jiang Siyue continued with a smile, "What did you guys play?"
"That's it—" Yue Huan suddenly stopped, walked to Jiang Siyue's side, and took a pink and white petal from her shoulder. Jiang Siyue's almond-shaped eyes widened slightly.
Yue Huan asked suspiciously, "You went out?"
"Yeah." Jiang Siyue smiled and nodded, "I was too tired from sorting, so I went out for a walk."
"Oh." Yue Huan nodded stupidly a few times, threw the petals behind him, and hugged Jiang Siyue from behind. "That's great, my guilt has eased."
Jiang Siyue laughed, stood up and helped her to the bathroom. After making sure that she was not too drunk, Jiang Siyue came out and closed the door gently. She accidentally glanced at the petals on the ground, sighed lightly, picked up the petals and prepared to throw them into the trash can.
After hesitating for two seconds, he finally put the petals into the notebook.
The doorbell suddenly rang urgently, and I was startled. It was almost twelve o'clock, and I didn't know who it was. The moment I opened the door, the smell of alcohol, stronger than Yue Huan's, hit me in the face, and I instinctively covered my nose.
"Junior sister, good evening!" As soon as Peng Mingming opened his mouth, the stinky smell of alcohol made Jiang Siyue retch and feel nauseous.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Siyue asked breathlessly.
Peng Mingming frowned, "If nothing happens, can't I come find you?"
Jiang Siyue rolled her eyes and prepared to close the door. Peng Mingming was her senior, to put it nicely, but not even a classmate. Just because she tolerated him once didn't mean she would tolerate him a second time.
Peng Mingming stepped forward to hold the door. Jiang Siyue, a 180-foot-tall man weighing 180 kilograms, was so hurt by the collision that she quickly let go of the door.
Rubbing her wrist, Jiang Siyue asked rudely, "What's wrong with you?"
Peng Mingming also had a bad face. He sneered and said, "Jiang Siyue, I know everything about you and Teacher Zhao."
Jiang Siyue wouldn't believe a drunkard's words, and she responded expressionlessly, "Excuse me, what's going on between me and Teacher Zhao?"
"Stop pretending to be stupid. I've already taken pictures!" Peng Mingming said, then grabbed Jiang Siyue's arm, dragged her out of the room, and slammed the door shut.
"What are you doing?!" Jiang Siyue panicked and struggled to break free from Peng Mingming's hand, but he held her tighter. "Let me go! Peng Mingming, wake up!"
Peng Mingming said nothing, his eyes fierce as he looked forward. Jiang Siyue was being dragged, and her wrist was burning with pain, probably broken.
There was definitely something wrong with his state. Jiang Siyue tried to calm herself down and said in a gentle tone, "Calm down. You're about to graduate from graduate school. It's not good for your future to cause trouble right now. What's going on? Let's calm down and talk slowly, okay?"
"Calm down!" Peng Mingming yelled. "How can I stay calm? Zhao Yan is instigating Professor Qian to not let me graduate, saying my published paper was plagiarized. I can't graduate. How can I stay calm? Huh? Tell me!"
The situation was critical. Jiang Siyue only grasped a few pieces of information from his words. Before she had time to analyze them, Peng Mingming grabbed her shoulders and shook her wildly.
"Calm down... for a moment! Teacher Zhao wouldn't... fake it and harm you..."
"It must be you, bitch, who reported me! Otherwise, how would Zhao Yan have noticed my problem!" Peng Mingming's eyes were red, and he looked like a madman. "Adulterer, I, I'm going to report you! Don't even think about having an easy time—"
After Peng Mingming finished speaking, he grabbed Jiang Siyue's head and slammed it against the wall. Jiang Siyue was hit hard and blood flowed down her forehead. She blinked, and black and red blood beads hung on her eyelashes, blurring her vision.
Peng Mingming was frightened by the tragic scene. Jiang Siyue reacted quickly, pushed him away, and quickly ran to Zhao Yan's room. Peng Mingming noticed her intention and hurried forward to chase her. Jiang Siyue's heart was about to jump out of her throat. After pressing the doorbell, she raised her hand and banged on the door frantically.
"Zhao Yan!" Jiang Siyue shouted with all her strength, banging on the door again and again with her hands.
The hotel has very good sound insulation. Zhao Yan was late for a while because he was dealing with work. The moment the door handle loosened, Jiang Siyue's exclamation followed.
Outside, Jiang Siyue was being held by Peng Mingming's wrist. The scarlet on her forehead was like a sharp blade, piercing Zhao Yan's heart. Without hesitation, he threw a hook punch straight at Peng Mingming's face. His long legs swept across with a sharp wind, kicking him to the ground. Peng Mingming immediately let out a pig-like howl.
Zhao Yan had a blank expression on his face, and the coldness in his eyes almost froze the air around him, making people shudder. She had never seen him lose his composure like this before.
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