Chapter 30 Half-cooked
◎Zhao Yan who is not like Zhao Yan◎
Their eyes met, Jiang Siyue blinked a few times and put her hand on his chest.
Zhao Yan pinched her waist and said, "Why are you moving around again? Do you think your head injury is healing too quickly?"
"Let me get a cell phone." Jiang Siyue had just climbed up a little when her waist was stopped. The downward force made her sit back down again. The hand on her waist clamped her, making her unable to move.
Zhao Yan's eyes had quietly opened at some point, and he was looking at her straight and aggressively, like a leopard hunting, observing the reaction of its prey and waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Zhao Yan is so strange and dangerous that people can't take their eyes off him.
Their breaths intertwined, and the faint aroma of wine lingered and spread. Zhao Yan held her waist with one hand and handed the phone to her.
Jiang Siyue didn't dare look at him. She held onto the edge of the pool with her left hand and reached for her phone with her right. The metal of the phone grew warm and damp from the sweltering steam. She didn't take it away immediately, thinking her hand had slipped. Even with all her strength, the phone remained in Zhao Yan's hand, unmoved.
As if realizing something, her heartbeat intensified, pounding against her chest again and again, each beat long and profound. Jiang Siyue raised her head, and Zhao Yan's dark eyes showed her helpless and boundless lust.
Her heartbeat slowly quickened, her throat tightened, and she swallowed unconsciously, "You—um…"
Zhao Yan lowered his head slightly and kissed her, his lips rolling softly and forcefully, leaving behind a faint and lingering aroma of wine.
"Bang--" A rapid collision sound was heard. It should be her cell phone. Jiang Siyue panicked and instinctively wanted to push him away. Not surprisingly, she was pulled back by Zhao Yan.
As if to punish her for being distracted, Zhao Yan pried open her lips, and his soft tongue swam in, grabbing at them frantically as if it was short of water, exploring every corner.
Strong, passionate, and leaving no room for refusal.
Her head was forced to tilt back slightly, accepting this passionate kiss.
If the previous kiss was a warm and sweet peach drink, then the kiss at this moment was a passionate and lingering hot knife, which did not give the person any chance to react, and the stimulation came one after another.
Whether seeing or hearing about it, Jiang Siyue was no stranger to kissing.
It was nothing more than lips to lips, and if it was more passionate, it would be the tongues touching each other, but what Zhao Yan did now exceeded all her previous knowledge of kissing.
Overlap, climb, surround...
Every step was unexpected, every second was... so joyful.
The long kiss ended, fresh air filled the lungs, and reason filled the blank in Jiang Siyue's mind again.
She was so dizzy from the kiss just now that she didn't notice that she had leaned into Zhao Yan's arms without knowing when. Zhao Yan's hands held her waist, and the very thin calluses on them gently rubbed her skin.
Her right hand was pressed tightly against his chest, where her heart was beating strongly.
Zhao Yan suddenly stood up and picked her up sideways. Jiang Siyue screamed in surprise and hugged him tightly.
"Is it okay?" Zhao Yan walked out of the hot spring step by step. Jiang Siyue was held in his arms, her heart trembling with every step.
In this situation, she wouldn't be stupid enough to think that Zhao Yan was asking her to evaluate the hot spring.
But the answer is—
Jiang Siyue looked at Zhao Yan quietly. He pursed his lips and had a focused look in his eyes. He seemed to be walking very attentively, but his other reactions under this calmness seemed to be fake.
"I can't wait any longer." Zhao Yan put her on the bed and pressed forward. "Just consider it as a consent."
A large shadow fell in front of her eyes, and Zhao Yan kissed her again. Jiang Siyue was cold all over after coming out of the hot water, but Zhao Yan was the opposite. His whole body was burning hot, and his hands were like moving torches, wandering freely, bringing up countless sparks wherever they passed.
Jiang Siyue's half-closed eyes swept across the strange yet familiar ceiling above her head, and she suddenly woke up. "No..." Before she could finish a syllable of the word, she was kissed again.
She tried hard to push Zhao Yan away. After a while, Zhao Yan finally let her go. In his dark eyes, boundless desire flickered.
Jiang Siyue gasped, her words breaking. "This is at Zhou Yan's house, isn't it bad?"
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yan chuckled. When Jiang Siyue was confused, Zhao Yan ducked down, his hot breath licking her ears. His gentle tone was a little more sinister than usual, "Who told you this is Zhou Yan's house?"
Jiang Siyue opened her eyes wide, a little surprised, "Yours?"
Zhao Yan did not answer. He leaned forward again, but Jiang Siyue stopped him again. Facing Zhao Yan's impatient gaze, Jiang Siyue opened her mouth with difficulty, "There's nothing here..."
She wanted to say that she didn't use a condom, but considering that Zhao Yan was infertile, the impact didn't seem to be that big.
Unexpectedly, someone dared to be distracted in front of him. Zhao Yan was furious and stepped forward again, sucking her lips fiercely. He didn't want to hear a word.
The kiss was passionate and fierce, as if it wanted to tear her apart.
“Boom boom boom…”
The knocking on the door continued, and it seemed as if it would not stop until the door was opened. After ringing for an unknown number of times, Zhao Yan sighed impatiently, quickly got up, covered Jiang Siyue with the quilt, got up, put on a bathrobe, and quickly walked towards the door.
The door opened, and he met Li Songci's eyes. The anger in his eyes was about to solidify into a solid object. "Speak."
Li Songci: "Do you want to play games together?"
Zhao Yan cursed with a dirty look in his eyes and let out a long breath.
Jiang Siyue listened for a while and vaguely heard some of the content. She felt a little curious, so she changed her clothes and went to the door.
After seeing her, Li Songci repeated the invitation.
Zhao Yan stared at Li Songci for a while, and the latter said, "Zhao Yan, you used to like this game. Let's play it together."
Zhao Yan still didn't speak. Jiang Siyue's tired eyes moved between the two of them. She always felt that there was something else behind Li Songci's words.
"Little Moon!" Min Sui's voice came closer, her voice thick with drunkenness, "Come and play together!"
"Okay." Jiang Siyue walked around Li Songci and ignored the two people who were talking nonsense.
After Jiang Siyue disappeared into the corridor, Li Songci spoke leisurely and meaningfully, "Perhaps one day, you will be grateful to me for who I am today."
Zhao Yan was silent for a few moments, his smile not reaching his eyes, "You think too much."
The door was closed. Zhao Yan turned his back to change his clothes. After glancing at the messy bed, he quickly turned his eyes away, picked up the cold water on the table, and drank several glasses.
Everyone was in the living room, with varying degrees of drunkenness. Min Sui hugged Jiang Siyue and kept talking nonsense.
"...Haha, Li Songci chose a good adventure!" Min Sui pointed at her neck and laughed heartily. Jiang Siyue looked over and saw red marks, very obvious strawberry marks.
Her face turned red all of a sudden. Jiang Siyue pulled her clothes tighter, grabbed the drink on the table and drank it all in one gulp.
"Li Songci thought it would be easy to play games with you guys, but I didn't expect it to be such an adventure. Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter, haha..."
Jiang Siyue was panicking when she suddenly realized something was amiss. "Did Li Songci take the initiative to suggest this?"
"Yeah!" Min Sui nodded obediently.
Jiang Siyue looked towards the door.
It was such a short distance, but the two men seemed to have been walking for quite a while.
After saying these two sentences, Min Sui fell into a coma again, collapsed on the ground, and leaned against Zhou Yan. Jiang Siyue put a cushion behind her back, stood up and walked towards Zhao Yan and the other person.
He held his breath unconsciously, tiptoed closer, and finally stood in the corner of the room, hidden but just enough to hear the conversation clearly.
Li Songci: "You bought this house without a word after graduation, and lived here for three months, hiding from everyone—"
Zhao Yan: "Just to correct me, you know I'm here, so I haven't hidden myself from everyone."
Zhao Yan's voice was lazy and sounded relaxed and playful.
"That was just a coincidence... Never mind, I won't argue with you about this. Aren't you just treating this place as a place of self-exile? Burying things in the yard means you're burying yourself as well."
Jiang Siyue leaned gently to one side, briefly analyzing what she had heard. Self-exile, burial… Combined with Zhang Heng's earlier statement that Zhao Yan had been completely self-reliant during his time abroad, and finally, after graduation, buying this house to live in for three months, was it a celebration of "a light boat sailing through thousands of mountains"?
So why self-exile?
While thinking, Zhao Yan's chuckle was heard. Jiang Siyue suppressed all her speculations and concentrated on eavesdropping.
"Those four years you spent studying literature weren't in vain." Zhao Yan teased with a smile, his eyes turning cold. "People change. Back then, I was disheartened and thought I could start a new life by erasing that experience, so I erased it. Now that my heart is brighter, I feel that that unbearable past is just that, so I'm here to add some color to it."
"You brought Jiang Siyue here." Li Songci looked at him intently. It was purely coincidental that he met Zhao Yan here. He brought people here to see the scenery and accidentally heard that someone had a conflict with a neighbor. He only knew it was Zhao Yan when he saw him.
A Zhao Yan who doesn't look like Zhao Yan.
He had never seen Zhao Yan in such a miserable state. His beard was unshaven, his hair was messy, and he was wearing wrinkled clothes. His figure was hunched, and his eyes, which used to be bright, had become cloudy. He was not dead, but he looked like a wandering ghost.
He never acted like this even when he had a falling out with his family.
At first, when he asked, Zhao Yan refused to tell him. It was only on the night Zhao Yan buried the ring that Li Songci finally understood what had happened. He was not one to persuade others, but fortunately, Zhao Yan had recovered on his own the next day.
It was a long time before Li Songci realized that Zhao Yan's burying of the ring was equivalent to burying his own excessive self and some "naive" ideas.
At this time, Zhao Yan had been claiming to be a "non-marriageist" for a long time.
Then, he suddenly announced his marriage, which shocked him. He was even more shocked when he suddenly wanted to bring Jiang Siyue to this house. He suspected that Zhao Yan's series of actions were a way to play with people's hearts and exile himself again. After all...
No matter what, he didn't want Zhao Yan to be like him, regretting after losing something.
Li Songci came back to his senses and looked at Zhao Yan in front of him. He said firmly, "Bringing her to this place where your worst memories are stored is so irrational. It's not like you. What do you want to do? Are you in love with her?"
A boundless silence spread. Zhao Yan was clearly facing this question, but Jiang Siyue, leaning against the wall, raised her head. After a while, she covered her pounding heart and smiled bitterly. She had answered the question herself first.
Yes, she likes Zhao Yan.
"Yes, I like Jiang Siyue."
The words and the inner voice overlapped and poured into Jiang Siyue's ears. In an instant, a sweet feeling surged in her heart and spread outward.
"You want to hear this?" Zhao Yan continued, "or another denial, like, I don't like Jiang Siyue?"
The sweetness that spread out evaporated in an instant, leaving no trace of aftertaste.
The author has something to say:
Teacher Zhao: Where's the stewed meat? Where's my meat?
Jiujiu: Please watch the VCR.
In the room, Jiujiu was stewing meat when the door suddenly opened. Li Songci rushed in and asked anxiously, "Where is my wife? Where did my wife go?"
Li Songci forcibly took Jiujiu, who was stewing meat, away.
Teacher Zhao: ...
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