Chapter 107 is quite a loss.
"Don't call me that."
Xu Rong broke free from him, stepped back, and scolded him.
"Why not? Didn't you want it before?" Lin Xin followed up slowly.
“That was before,” Xu Rong said, barely managing to stay calm.
Don't think she can't tell; the way he yelled it out meant no good.
She had never seen him like this before. A playful smile played on his lips, yet his eyes held a predatory glint. His body exuded both pressure and allure, making her realize for the first time in her life that the person before her was no longer the thin, aloof boy, but a genuine adult man.
"good."
The man was very easy to talk to, and he really stopped yelling.
"What are you doing here?" Xu Rong couldn't help but scold him again.
Lin Xin only stopped talking; his feet didn't stop moving at all, forcing her right up to the bed.
When her calves encountered an obstacle, Xu Rong realized that the direction she had chosen to retreat was not good either. Even though this bedroom was much larger than the original Xiao family's North Courtyard, it was still just a square piece of land. How much room for choice did she have?
"Don't be afraid." Seeing that she was really panicked, Lin Xin said with a bit of surprise but also reassurance, pulling her to sit down on the edge of the bed. "I'm not lying to you. If you don't want to, I won't do anything."
When Xu Rong touched the bed and found support, she calmed down a bit.
She never expected to be so cowardly, which shows the importance of practice. Experience is something you either have or you don't; it doesn't just appear out of thin air as you get older.
"Am I misunderstanding something?" Lin Xin asked her again.
He shed his unsettling and alarming demeanor, appearing only earnest and pure. Xu Rong's wariness lessened slightly, and he asked, "What?"
She didn't understand what he meant by asking the question.
Lin Xin pursed his lips. At this moment, it seemed that all of Xu Rong's nervousness had been infected into him. His eyes flashed with conflicting light, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, and he spoke in a soft voice: "You... you actually have feelings for me too, don't you?"
His tone was firm, yet he couldn't hide his tension, and even a hint of vulnerability.
Because he had rationally analyzed the answer, but emotionally he couldn't truly be sure.
He was so lucky.
Xu Rong: "..."
She still wanted to put on a brave face.
But how could she possibly betray such sincerity?
She even felt a little apprehensive and unworthy.
"You," she didn't answer, but asked first, "what do you like about me?"
"All of it," Lin Xin told her solemnly and firmly.
Xu Rong shrugged and said, "What's so great about me?"
"Anywhere is fine," Lin Xin said without hesitation.
"And what about you?" he asked impatiently, pressing her for more information. "Do you like me? Even just a little bit."
Xu Rong fell silent.
...How could it be only a little bit?
It's really nothing, why is she making herself so upset?
She fears the unknown and cannot imagine truly committing to a marriage, but her human emotions remain; she has not severed her feelings for love.
She had never experienced the bitterness of love in all those years, partly because she had confined herself to a self-imposed isolation, but perhaps also because she had never met the right person.
Xu Rong looked up and sized him up.
So this person... is actually like this?
She had never imagined such a type, but once it was truly before her eyes, it seemed irreplaceable.
Now, if you ask her to think of any other ideal type she might have, she can't think of any.
Lin Xin was a little disappointed and a little anxious. He wanted to urge her, but he didn't dare to—he was afraid of getting an answer he didn't want. So he held his breath and waited patiently while she looked at him.
Xu Rong turned her head away.
Lin Xin couldn't help but tug at her sleeve.
—So what's the truth?
He left that question unasked.
His silence was more agonizing than his words, and Xu Rong finally nodded gently.
Thump.
Lin Xin suddenly stood up and then bumped his head on the top of the tent.
Xu Rong didn't know how he bumped into something—it shouldn't have happened—and turned around to see him clutching his head. She was surprised and a little amused: "Where did you bump into? Does it hurt?"
Lin Xin shook his head before sitting down again.
He sat up even more upright than before, and reached out to take her hand, their fingers intertwined. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he asked her, "Is it okay?"
Although I asked the question, my expression clearly said, "I think it's okay."
...That's fine then.
In Xu Rong's time, holding hands after confessing one's feelings was the norm, and she had already nodded, so there was no need for her to be pretentious about it.
But after holding her hand for a while, Lin Xin became restless again, bringing his face closer and asking, "When did you start liking me?"
Xu Rong stepped back: "I don't know."
She couldn't get used to his increasingly aggressive side and wanted to avoid him.
However, she used to have a whole bedroom to rely on, but now there's only a bed left. Where can she hide?
He leaned closer, his breath almost touching her face: "Think about it."
There are also things like this—
Unable to defend himself, Xu Rong could only give him a vague answer: "Just for a while."
Even when asked to discern carefully, she couldn't tell whether it was his letting go that snowy night, his unwavering will during their escape, or the talent and perseverance he had displayed even earlier.
She had admired him for a long time, but she really didn't know when that admiration changed.
Lin Xin didn't press her further, and asked with great interest, "So what's so good about me?"
Xu Rong couldn't take it anymore and muttered, "Aren't you done yet?"
"You're the one who asked me." Lin Xin said matter-of-factly, but then lowered his voice to sound tolerant, "If you don't want to tell me, then forget it."
He bent down and pinched her fingertips, then pulled her palms apart to compare them. He noticed her hand was a size smaller and chuckled softly.
Xu Rong felt that he was like someone who had just received a large toy, and was in the midst of the novelty and delight of it, while she—naturally—was that toy.
Xu Rong wasn't sure if she liked the premise, but she found his constant commotion rather annoying.
But I'm annoyed by him, yet I don't want to send him away.
This was probably all new and interesting to her.
She didn't know that her tacit approval was an encouragement to Lin Xin.
He is a normal 21-year-old man who has endured for a long time and finally gained recognition. How could he stop at just holding hands with her?
He rested his head on her shoulder.
Xu Rong was slightly surprised, wondering what was wrong with him again, and lowered her head to check his expression.
A sudden warmth spread across my cheek.
He was ambushed.
Xu Rong paused for a moment, then reached out to hit him, but halfway through, she realized it wasn't that serious and instead pushed him.
Unable to push her away, he clung to her, only revealing his face, his lips curved in a smile, his eyes sparkling with laughter.
Xu Rong blushed and weakly scolded him, "—Stop fooling around."
"I didn't make a scene," Lin Xin denied, adding, "You're blushing."
"You talk as if you're not famous," Xu Rong retorted.
Two flushed faces stared at each other, and after a moment of stalemate, Lin Xin finally gave in: "Okay, I'll blush."
Xu Rong wasn't particularly happy; on the contrary, she was somewhat alarmed and couldn't stand it—what an incredibly boring and childish conversation!
I doubt she ever argued with anyone about this kind of thing when she was actually three years old.
She made a painful decision, feeling she should send him away, but before she could say it, she was suddenly gently pushed backward—it was so easy for him to push her against the headboard, and then his thin, soft lips, carrying a hot, tense breath, invaded her.
...
Xu Rong froze for a while before she finally reacted, but it was almost as if she hadn't reacted at all; she had no idea what to do.
He said he was well-behaved, and apart from kissing her, he was very obedient with his hands and feet. But you could say he wasn't well-behaved... Xu Rong soon couldn't breathe.
This wasn't unfamiliar to her; she had experienced something similar before.
But her strongest feeling that time was cold; if she had to add one more, it would be pain.
This is completely different from this time.
On a spring night, with a soft bed and a clean body after a bath, it would seem a shame not to do something intimate in this tender atmosphere.
He was much gentler, no longer worried about being at his wit's end. He kissed her tenderly and lovingly. At first, he was very clumsy, only knowing how to touch her with his lips. But this kind of thing probably doesn't need a teacher. In her helplessness, he learned quickly on his own. His eyelashes were harmlessly lowered, but the kiss gradually deepened, not allowing her to refuse in the slightest.
...Although she never thought of refusing from beginning to end.
Xu Rong shamelessly admitted that, setting aside her inexplicable reserve, she was also somewhat interested in it.
She was already at a mature age, and her unique upbringing suppressed her development in this area. But that doesn't mean that when someone truly moves her comes along, she can still hold on to her principles.
...Why hold on at this point? Wouldn't that be a huge loss?
She thought that way, but when it came to practice, Xu Rong was still a coward. She felt his lips and teeth getting hotter and hotter and his breath getting faster. She woke up from her reverie, a little scared. Finally, she struggled to push him away and said in the gap, "...No, I don't want to anymore."
Lin Xin was obedient. He kissed her lightly again, still wanting more, and then pulled back with her force. Seeing that her hair was disheveled, he raised his hand to tidy it up for her.
Xu Rong didn't dare to raise his head. He sat there for a while to catch his breath before finally managing to say something coherent: "It's getting late. You should go back and rest."
"Mmm," he replied softly.
But he didn't move and remained sitting next to her.
Xu Rong waited for a while, then couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you leaving yet?"
"I don't want to leave," Lin Xin said honestly and sincerely.
Xu Rong couldn't help but look up at him, her eyes meeting his affectionate gaze.
"..." and suddenly she calmed down.
"Then you have to leave too," she said reluctantly, no longer wanting to reason with them, just making demands.
"Go to sleep if you're sleepy, I'll stay with you." He smiled good-naturedly, "I'll leave once you're asleep."
He could have asked to stay, but since he didn't, Xu Rong couldn't insist on doing her own thing. She just felt embarrassed: "What's so interesting about sleeping? I don't need anyone to keep me company."
Lin Xin pondered for a moment: "So you don't want to sleep?"
He then leaned closer, startling Xu Rong, who conceded, "I'll sleep, I'll sleep."
She obediently lay down on the bed, first covering her face with the blanket, but he reached out and pulled it off: "Sleeping like that is not good for your health."
That's too much to handle.
She doesn't usually sleep like this; it's only because he's here.
While silently cursing in her heart, Xu Rong simply turned over in the blanket and turned her back to him.
This time he didn't seem to have any objections, but he seemed to chuckle softly again.
...
Later, Xu Rong thought she wouldn't be able to sleep, but the lights went out, the night grew quiet, the room darkened, and the other person's breathing became barely audible. Just as he had said, he was simply keeping her company. Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.
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