Chapter 40
Lin Langyi bent over, burying her face completely in her coat and refusing to look at anyone. Her calves were cramping and trembling, and she kicked the person behind her several times.
He lingered on the birthmark for so long that she began to wonder if the skin there was already red and swollen from kissing it. Unable to wait any longer, she reached behind her and grabbed his hair, urging him to move forward.
"Do I have to teach you again every time?"
He really did seem to have amnesia. After a moment of stunned silence, he began to stumble and obediently approach her, following her wishes.
Tonight, he was incredibly patient and gentle, drawing out the prelude with meticulous care. If Cheng Yanjin was usually an unruly big dog, then tonight he was the kind of obedient police dog with official status and strict training.
He had an unparalleled fondness for anything that required the use of his lips and tongue. Because he would always pay attention to her physical reactions, he learned quickly. Even when that expensive coat was no longer suitable, he still held her leg, enjoying the sensation even more than she did.
Lin Langyi covered her eyes with the back of her hand again, breathing heavily. He stepped back, trying to help her catch her breath, but she kicked him in the jaw again.
He wasn't annoyed at all. He held her ankle, gently stroking the round bone with his fingers, then turned his head and kissed it. The moisture from his lips, which he hadn't yet wiped away, remained there, like a rose-colored lacquer mark.
"Go get it! Otherwise I'll get angry!"
He hovered above her silently for a long time, then took her hand in his before doing as she asked, flattening her fingers one by one, and then placed her hand on his heart.
She didn't know what it meant, but she could clearly feel his pounding heart. In the silent night, his heartbeat was like a small drum, making her pulse beat in unison.
He finally got up and got out of bed. He rummaged through her bag for a long time, and she heard him take out two decks of cards, as well as powder and loose powder, making a rustling sound. Finally, he found the right one.
With a crisp tearing sound, he crumpled the plastic film into a ball and tossed it onto the table beside him. Then came the sound of a cardboard box being opened; he unpacked it as he walked, and when he reached the bedside, he dumped it out, causing three or four pieces to fall out at once, scattering all over the pillow.
Lin Langyi turned over and lay flat to rest, but suddenly a beam of moonlight briefly dazzled her eyes.
She paused for a moment, turned her head, and realized that he was standing by the window, having just slightly pulled back the curtains, seemingly studying something in the moonlight.
She remembered and couldn't help but laugh: "You weren't looking for heads or tails, were you? You're really a bit silly today."
After she finished laughing, she quickly ran out of laughs.
He returned, his knees pressing against the bed, creating a slight indentation. He moved closer to her, and even in the darkness, she could feel the weight of his gaze.
He grabbed her calf and pulled her closer, making her wrap her arms around him. He pressed her face down and lowered his head to kiss her again.
He was kissing way too much today; Lin Langyi felt like she never truly parted from his lips.
Everything happened so naturally that he didn't draw the curtains properly. When the wind blew in, moonlight would occasionally spill into the room, climb onto the bed, and create a silvery slit.
Her last bit of doubt about his "overly patient and gentle" nature dissipated, because every time light shone in, he seemed to become exceptionally fierce and forceful. He would cover her eyes with his hand and then forcefully pry open her lips to kiss her. In the darkness, all her senses were amplified infinitely, and his strong waist was so powerful that it seemed to devour her, shattering all her thoughts.
Her breathing grew more and more rapid, and she couldn't help but grab his hand that was covering her eyes, her nails scratching the back of his hand until they left a faint smell of blood. She mumbled that she couldn't breathe. He would then mercifully press his cheek against her sweaty face, and then ambiguously suck and swallow each of her scratching fingers.
When it was time to switch, the hand covering her eyes had to be released. The intermission was too short, and her mind was blank; she was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she could hardly focus.
“Again,” she said.
The wind blew in again, opening the curtains a crack, like the verification period in the game of "Red Light, Green Light".
She had just tried to look at his face in the light when he suddenly moved into the shadows. Without a word, he entered her, grabbed her waist, and easily turned her over.
Lin Langyi couldn't help but scream. Her calves went numb from the spinning, and she lost her balance, falling flat on her face.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her earlobe, one hand pressing on her lower abdomen to lift her up, as if he were also sensing himself through her. Lin Langyi was so stimulated that her ears were ringing. Suddenly, she heard familiar voices passing by outside the door.
It was Feng Congning and the others. The elders finished early, probably wanting to go back to their rooms to rest.
The conversation shifted from viewing the exhibition to buying paintings, but ultimately, it couldn't escape the usual topic of children.
"I still need to learn from you how to raise a child properly. I'm really afraid that Yan Jin will do something earth-shattering that will shake the entire industry one day, given how unruly he is."
"They've known each other since childhood, why can't they learn something good? Sigh... at least they could learn 'what they can and cannot do,' is that so hard?"
Yuan Pingran was already used to these compliments, and she deftly deflected them with some polite words: "But you have chosen a very good in-laws. I saw that the closing volume of pearls on the first day of trading in the bulk market was about 4.7 million kilograms, with a transaction amount of over 2.4 billion... You really have a good eye for such a promising stock."
Feng Congning smiled broadly and said modestly, "What do I have to offer? It's all thanks to Qiao Wan."
"It doesn't matter whose credit it is, what matters is who enjoys the fruits of victory."
"To be honest, we didn't get much out of it either. Back then, the Lin family didn't accept equity financing. If it weren't for the old man genuinely wanting to help them through their difficulties and contributing some shares, we wouldn't have gotten a single drop of soup. On the other hand, Yingyuan, you've had a keen eye this time, and your investment was successful, right?"
Yuan Pingran's tone suddenly became much calmer: "Xiao Yu took out a commercial loan and did not receive any shares."
Feng Congning was taken aback: "Huh?"
Lin Langyi heard footsteps approaching the door and stopped.
She bit her lip to swallow all the sounds, but the person behind her had a relentless, madness about him today, like a predator that wouldn't let go once it had its jaws on its prey. She was so provoked that she tensed her feet, bit her lip, and elbowed him back as a warning.
She was so weak that before she could even hit him, she swayed and fell to the side, right next to the edge of the bed. She was so scared that she clenched her fists tightly.
He seemed caught off guard by the sudden entanglement, letting out a muffled gasp. He grabbed her waist with one hand to prevent her from falling too hard, and braced himself forward with his right hand, pressing half of his palm against the edge of the bed to stop her.
The wind quietly lifted a corner of the curtain, and the moonlight refracted a corner on the ground and the bed, finally shining on the back of his hand that was pressed against the bedside.
All night long, Lin Langyi only saw this hand clearly.
Her knuckles were bony and protruding, and the pads of her fingers, pressed against the bed, turned white. The veins on the back of her hands bulged, and there were bright red scratches left from her scratching. With the occasional throbbing of the meridians, it was as if she were breathing.
She squinted, and in a daze, she felt that the skin of this hand looked somewhat pale under the bright moonlight.
In particular, there is a thin, twisted blue vein at the joint of his index finger, like a small snake with its tail knotted, but at this moment it has a threatening feeling of raising its tail and hissing.
Her mind seemed to be clearing up, yet it also seemed she had never been clear-headed at all. Vague thoughts gradually rose up, but she didn't stop them.
He was standing by the window just now, that figure...
She blinked her wet eyes again, freeing one hand to touch the bluish-green veins on his index finger.
She had barely touched or scratched him when the person behind her buried his face in the crook of her neck, hiding it in her hair and panting heavily. He then grabbed her curious hand and completely enveloped it in his palm before roughly dragging her back into the shadows.
The holy moonlight, like a silver river, lingered by the bedside for a long time, while Lin Langyi was held tightly by his fingers in the darkness just inches away, their positions clearly distinct.
She stared at the moonlight with a dazed look for a long time, until the wind subsided and the curtains, which had been blowing, slowly closed, once again concealing the secret of the room.
The footsteps at the door faded into the distance, and laughter occasionally broke the silence of the conversation; the host and guests were having a good time.
In the endless night, her chin was grabbed and her face was turned around, and she was violently and silently kissed by him.
*
Lin Langyi has always had excellent sleep quality. No matter what kind of bed she is not used to, her biological clock, or any noise, it does not prevent her from falling asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow.
Especially tonight, the battle raged on until the wee hours, and she slept like a log.
Half asleep and half awake, she vaguely remembered that the person next to her took the key out of her bag, opened and closed the door several times, and then a warm towel was carefully wiped over every inch of her skin. Then, she wrapped herself in a dry and soft cotton T-shirt that she had brought as pajamas. The thoughtfulness was so great that she could be praised as a promising young man.
She fell into a deep sleep, and her last, blurry memory was of him lowering his head and kissing her eyelids, then gently lifting her up and carrying her back to her room.
...
Back in the room, the intense, ambiguous atmosphere still lingered. The man stood in the center of the room for a moment, then suddenly pulled the curtains open completely.
The moon hung high in the sky, the night was still and silent, and all the messy traces in the room and his profile were illuminated. Yuan Chuyu lowered his head, looked at the fresh scratches on the back of his hand, and smiled very softly.
He began to tidy up the scene methodically, sweeping and mopping the floor, opening windows for ventilation. The bedding was okay because he had his own coat underneath it. He folded the clothes and put them in a dust bag separately, still planning to take all the bedding with him before dawn and pay extra for a replacement set.
As he picked up the packaging that had fallen to the ground, he glanced at it in the moonlight.
It's a very niche brand, and more importantly, it's made of polyurethane.
He was only stunned for a moment before he immediately realized what was going on. He even rejected the idea of throwing it in the trash can and picked up all the branded packaging paper, intending to take it back down the mountain to deal with it later.
We shouldn't have left her with even the slightest oversight.
He lifted each knotted bag to check its condition, then sealed them all in plastic into disposable garbage bags, ready to be disposed of at the garbage bin with the highest foot traffic.
At 3:24 a.m., Yuan Chuyu slowly returned to the mountain gate along the central axis, following the path he had taken during the day. He threw his belongings into the trash can and then returned to his room. The world was vast and desolate, with only a small lamp lit in the room.
He was burning with anger, and he thought that walking back and forth in the night wind would calm him down, but it turned out to be completely ineffective.
He missed her a little, even though it had only been a little over an hour since they parted. Humans are always greedy; he thought how wonderful it would be if they could wake up together in each other's arms.
He couldn't sleep at all. He sat in the newly cleaned room, turned on all the lights, took out the scriptures he had bought during the day and spread them on the table. He fetched water, ground ink, washed his hands with perfume, lit incense and offered it with sincerity. He followed the procedure meticulously at every step and then copied them down neatly and devoutly.
He didn't copy the prayer for blessings and to purify his karma for himself; he wrote Lin Langyi's name instead.
May all afflictions and obstacles be eliminated, may true wisdom be attained, may all sins and hindrances be eradicated… May oneself and others share in the joy of Dharma, and may all sentient beings attain liberation. ①
He sat upright, eyes lowered, expression calm and devout, and finished copying the entire scripture.
If there is guilt, if there is retribution, it should be him, not her.
The incense burner understands my intention; I pray that everything goes smoothly for her and that she will not be misunderstood.
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