Baby
"Why is your belly so hard? Is it because you have abs? Do you have them?" Little Paw curiously poked his lower abdomen. Zhu Shiyi raised his head, looking eager to learn.
"...Have you seen it?" Pan Yue's voice was a little hoarse.
Why else?
A child who knows nothing.
"I forgot!" the little girl chuckled.
How could Zhu Shiyi know nothing!
The wicked little hand slipped under the hem of her clothes, covering her lower abdomen beneath the cotton coat, patrolling and inspecting everywhere. Hmm... after assessing the shape of this fertile field, she confirmed that there were indeed eight-pack abs under those clothes.
It feels a bit hard to the touch, which isn't very comfortable. Anyone who has studied some biology knows that muscles aren't actually rock hard; they only become firm when exerting force, and remain soft when relaxed.
She was touching Pan Yue, so of course he would be nervous. But Zhu Shiyi deliberately pretended to be clueless: "Why are your muscles so hard?"
“Look,” she said, rolling up her sleeve to reveal the smooth muscle lines of her arm, and patted his hand on it. “My muscles are soft, don’t they feel more comfortable to the touch than yours?”
Pan Yue let out a heavy sigh, pinched her hard, then pulled out the hand that had been robbing her from under her clothes. He turned his large hand around her waist, silently lifted her up, and moved her a little further away without making a sound.
Zhu Shiyi pretended nothing was wrong and continued to push forward against his force, saying, "Hug me."
She buried her face in his neck and nuzzled against him, but her hand secretly moved down to touch his chest muscles. Hmm, tense, hard; she took a deep breath, her chest heaving, and the next second, she relaxed a little. Hmm, soft, the muscles were soft, very bouncy and nice to touch.
“Just hug me quietly,” Pan Yueteng said, grabbing her wrist with one hand. “Don’t touch me.”
Zhu Shiyi hummed twice, nodded obediently, hugged his neck, and moved her legs forward a little more.
He raised his head and sighed, suppressing his agitation. Pan Yue stopped struggling and tightened his grip on her waist.
This is terrible.
......
Hugging his neck tightly, I took long, short sniffs. He had a clean, fresh lime scent on him, which, warmed by my body heat, gave off a pleasant and refreshing Pan Yue aroma.
Her mouth was dry again. She opened her mouth and took a small bite, her tongue inadvertently licking his neck. He was incredibly hot, and his aura seemed even stronger.
Pan Yue's Adam's apple bobbed, and he closed his eyes tightly, his breathing becoming heavy and then light, intermittent and then resuming.
Amidst the murmur of the rain, the soft yet clear breathing seemed all the more tangible.
Swallowing hard, he involuntarily opened his mouth and kissed his shoulder and neck again. Pan Yue's food was so delicious and thirst-quenching; Zhu Shiyi wanted more.
It was as if she heard a hoarse sigh, the breath in her ear was rough and hot, her face was closer to her skin, there was a force on her thigh pushing upwards slightly, and the hands on her waist gradually became restless, tightening and loosening, sometimes gentle, sometimes fast and heavy, the fingertips seemingly slipping into her clothes.
She couldn't help but tremble, letting out a soft, delicate moan.
......
The resistance between her legs loosened, the intimate caresses lessened, and there was no more movement on her waist.
All of Zhu Shiyi's senses stopped for a moment, and dissatisfied, she couldn't help but rub against him.
"Don't move," Pan Yue said sternly, holding her waist tightly.
Zhu Shiyi's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but raise his head. His narrow eyes were shimmering with a thin red, and his dark eyes were churning. A dim, warm light softened his pupils, and his eyes were sharp but not at all calm.
His piercing gaze swept down, as if trying to pull one into the abyss where molten lava was churning beneath.
She felt so hot, so thirsty, so empty...
She wanted to fall into the abyss; she wanted to be enveloped in water.
The body moves with the mind.
His spine trembled from the heat, Zhu Shiyi stretched his head, panting, and shakily closed his eyes.
Her lips gently landed on his firm chin.
It turns out that this part of him is also soft.
It's still smooth; no stubble, clean;
Very sweet...
The person beneath her lips moved slightly, and the texture of the skin pressed against her lips changed instantly. Her cherry lips were suddenly enveloped by some force, and her nose bumped against a solid wall.
Zhu Shiyi winced in pain and tried to dodge, but Pan Yue grabbed his neck, tilted his head slightly, and kissed him again.
His tongue easily pried open his teeth and surged forth, unrestrained, turbulent, rough, and scalding hot, like a wild beast on the grassland, unaware of its own strength.
Pan Yue seemed unsatisfied. He grabbed her hand and rolled her down onto the sofa, his back sinking into the soft fabric. His seaweed-like curls spread out, and his body pressed down on her like dark clouds covering the sky. His hand lifted her face and kissed her incessantly.
The sweetness on her lips grew stronger, the ink between her teeth became more and more lingering, and their intertwined breaths became heavier and heavier.
Her heart was racing, her chest felt tight and itchy, her head was slightly dizzy, and she couldn't stop panting.
A soft, misty moan...
Pan Yue finally moved his lips away, and she quickly took a deep breath. The warmth pressed against her cheek, slowly sliding down inch by inch, tickling and moist.
A tingling sensation ran through my neck, my collarbone felt like it was blooming in early spring, and a trembling, alluring, and chaotic feeling welled up inside me. I couldn't control my emotions, and my sweet murmurs grew softer, more frequent, and louder.
With a "snap," everything went dark.
“…Baby.” Pan Yue’s voice was hoarse, as if he hadn’t finished speaking.
A flush instantly rose to her cheeks: "...Eh."
Zhu Shiyi realized that Pan Yue had turned off the lights.
She opened her eyes and could vaguely make out his outline, but not his eyes. But she knew that his eyes, like hers, were filled with emotion.
"Call me brother."
The voice when aroused is the most seductive.
"elder brother."
"Say it again."
Zhu Shiyi suddenly laughed, holding a grudge: "Didn't you just tell me not to shout?"
She heard Pan Yue inhale: "That was just now, now is now." A large hand gripped her face, its tone leaving no room for argument.
Sure enough, after kissing, they exchanged secrets, and he learned to be cheeky.
"Won't you get tired of calling me that too often?"
"Won't."
All right.
"elder brother."
Her mouth was captured again.
......
After catching his breath, Pan Yue got up first, went to the kitchen counter, poured two glasses of water and handed them over. He didn't turn on the light.
There are some things I don't want her to see.
She's immature, but he can't be immature too.
In the darkness, two people sat side by side, each holding a glass of water, and downed it in one gulp.
......
Lying on the bed in the guest room.
The lamp cast a shadow on the glass window. Outside, the rain continued incessantly, like silkworms munching on leaves, rustling softly, rising and falling, kissing the glass like fine, damp kisses on the skin of the room.
I couldn't help but recall that fierce, passionate kiss, those soft, tingling kisses...
My heart is beating for the 108th time.
In fact, Zhu Shiyi didn't really intend to do anything; she just simply wanted to do something.
...It seems she has achieved her goal.
I could faintly hear the sound of running water coming from the next bedroom; I wasn't sure if it was raining.
Pan Yue took a bath tonight; it must have been raining.
Wrapped comfortably all over, I listened to the wind howling and the rain pattering like a flute outside the window;
With his eyes closed in contentment, Zhu Shiyi hoped that the rain would continue all night.
--
The sky was bright and clear, and the flowers and plants were vibrant.
It was Pan Yue's knocking that woke her up.
The enticing aroma of food wafted into her nostrils, and her stomach growled twice, just as she should have known. Only then did Zhu Shiyi realize that it was already midday. Having slept in her cramped dorm room every day, barely able to turn over, she was finally able to sleep on this soft bed where she could move around freely. She fell into a deep sleep, completely unaware of her surroundings.
After changing his clothes and washing up, Zhu Shiyi, smelling the aroma of the food, had no interest in brushing his teeth. He grabbed his toothbrush and happily ran into the kitchen to peek inside.
"What delicious food are you making?" she asked, her mouth full of toothpaste, her words muffled.
Fortunately, Pan Yue understood: "Cola chicken wings".
"Brush your teeth properly," he gently nudged her with his hand that wasn't holding the spatula, "This part is oily."
Zhu Shiyi took two steps back perfunctorily, brushing her teeth while glancing at him. Pan Yue was wearing a brown shirt and had changed into a pair of rimless glasses, looking very refined, but he was also wearing an apron, giving off the feeling of a professor turned husband.
She secretly rejoiced, but couldn't help herself and sprayed a mouthful of toothpaste onto his apron.
Zhu Shiyi was dumbfounded. Just as he was about to apologize, he opened his mouth and the toothpaste seemed to be gushing out.
“It’s nothing,” Pan Yue casually grabbed a piece of paper and wiped his mouth, showing no sign of anger. “Go rinse your mouth.”
After washing up, the food was served.
Cola chicken wings, boiled shrimp, stir-fried chrysanthemum greens, and corn, pork ribs, and water chestnut soup—all Yuecheng's signature dishes. While not delicacies, the meal was plentiful and healthy.
Cooking is not an easy task. The person who cooks has to get up early in the morning and wash, chop, prepare, stew, and cook the vegetables. If you ask Zhu Shiyi to do this job, she certainly can't do it.
"Try it." Pan Yue picked up a chicken wing, put down his chopsticks, and started peeling shrimp for himself.
The chicken wings looked incredibly appealing, and after one bite, the perfect balance of salty and sweet flavors suited her sweet tooth perfectly: "Delicious!"
Pan Yue silently curled his lips, picked up a piece of pork rib, dipped it in the blanching sauce, and put it in his mouth. His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, but he did not stop eating.
Zhu Shiyi keenly sensed something and felt uneasy. Yuecheng and Jinrong had vastly different tastes; one preferred light flavors while the other preferred strong flavors, one abstained from spicy food while the other couldn't live without it.
She knew that Pan Yue loved spicy food. But after working all morning, he hadn't put a single chili pepper in the dish.
"Isn't it too bland?"
Pan Yue remained expressionless: "It's alright."
"Actually, I'm not picky; I can eat almost anything." Zhu Shiyi didn't want Pan Yue to compromise for her sake.
Pan Yue spoke casually, skimming off the surface oil with a spoon and scooping up some soup: "Didn't you say you missed the taste of home?"
Studying away from home, Zhu Shiyi did miss the taste of her hometown, but she didn't remember mentioning it to Pan Yue. After searching her memory carefully, Zhu Shiyi finally remembered that she had casually mentioned it back in Qincheng.
After a moment's thought, Zhu Shiyi got up and went into the kitchen. Pan Yue, puzzled, followed her. He saw her open the refrigerator, take out chili sauce, grab a new pair of chopsticks, scoop a large spoonful into a new dipping dish, and bring it to him.
“It’s okay once or twice, but we’re going to eat together for the rest of our lives, and I don’t want you to suffer.”
Pan Yue's gaze paused for a moment, then his stunned eyes suddenly softened into gentle, clear water. He lowered his eyes and a faint smile appeared on his lips: "I'm not wronged."
"You said it yourself, once or twice is fine."
“It’s a deal then,” Zhu Shiyi said, tilting her head back and hiding the elation in her heart. “I’m coming back for dinner next week. I want broccoli, stir-fried pork with chili peppers, and a crucian carp and tofu soup!”
Pan Yue agreed to each request, silently peeling shrimp and placing them into the blanching sauce.
With healthy and delicious ingredients in her mouth and a gentle and handsome man by her side, Zhu Shiyi's mind, which had been ravaged by studying, was almost completely healed.
--
The gentle spring rain nourishes all things silently, each drop bringing warmth. Bare trees sprout fresh green buds in the spring breeze, and willows sway gracefully by the school lake. Under the warm sun day after day, lotus leaves sway gently in the lake, and the white cherry trees bloom early.
Life as a student switching majors is monotonous and dull, and my professional knowledge is always lacking. Time slips away quietly, like sand through my fingers. The major courses have ended, and although the final exams haven't arrived yet, the final assignment is a nightmare.
Her classmates, those who weren't preparing for exams, were all gradually making resumes and looking for internships. For example, her two roommates, Xu Mengyao and Ni Yuqi, both planned to go straight into employment. Xu Mengyao was the fastest, having already found an internship a month ago.
In addition to this, he also had to take care of the postgraduate entrance examination. He studied for seven or eight hours every day, but when faced with music history and harmony, his mind was blank. Looking at the past exam questions, Zhu Shiyi could not write more than a few sentences.
The worst thing for a person is to compare themselves to others. His peers were already working in big companies, earning money, and having career plans, while he was still spending his family's money and doing poorly in his studies. This comparison made Zhu Shiyi anxious.
However, after overcoming numerous obstacles, Zhu Shiyi had already realized that anxiety wouldn't solve anything; it was most important to focus on the present. With that in mind, she once again sought help from Yu Fan regarding a musical form problem. Yu Fan was very helpful and sent her a long voice message within minutes.
Perhaps due to the gap between academic and practical knowledge, Zhu Shiyi was a little confused, and she subtly expressed to Yu Fan that she didn't understand.
After listening, Yu Fan said, "You can ask Wan Chongshan. He studied music production in the port area for a year, so he should be able to explain the textbook knowledge better than I can."
Zhu Shiyi asked with some curiosity: "Isn't studying in the port area very expensive? Can Brother Shan afford it?"
Yu Fan: [I haven't looked into the specifics, but I saw on his WeChat Moments that he has a part-time job.]
This is a true love for music. While studying, they worked part-time to earn tuition fees, and Zhu Shiyi admired Wan Chongshan even more.
She replied to Yu Fan, indicating that she understood, but did not send a message to Wan Chongshan. She thought that she hadn't contacted him for several months, and they had only met briefly before. She decided to think about it again herself, and if all else failed, she would go to Wan Chongshan.
After looking at the form for a long time, Zhu Shiyi's shoulders and neck became stiff and sore. She twisted her neck and rubbed her waist. She suddenly realized that she felt uncomfortable all over her body. Her cervical spine, waist, and buttocks were all weak.
Actually, she had noticed these symptoms a few weeks earlier; she had been feeling unwell for a few weeks but thought it was nothing serious. She had been sitting in the library for a month or so, and it was normal to feel aches and pains from sitting for long periods. She figured she could just bear it.
The pain is quite severe today; it feels like my lower back has snapped, and my vision is blurry. No matter how I adjust my posture, it doesn't feel right, and I can't concentrate on my studies. This pain is really affecting my learning efficiency.
Zhu Shiyi sent Pan Yue a WeChat message: "My back hurts so much."
Pan Yue did not reply.
It's Friday, and Pan Yue is still at the company. It's normal for him to be busy. Zhu Shiyi wasn't in a hurry. Usually, he would be back in about ten minutes.
This time, however, it took two or three hours for Pan Yue to reply to her message: "Send me your ID number."
Although she knew Pan Yue was definitely busy, Zhu Shiyi still felt uneasy and simply sent a lonely question mark.
Pan Yue: [Make an appointment, go to the hospital this weekend.]
Zhu Shiyi was startled: "It can't be that bad. It's normal to feel pain after sitting for a long time. Just buy some ointment and apply it."
Pan Yue didn't reply again.
Zhu Shiyi felt uneasy.
Another ten minutes or so passed.
The phone lit up briefly.
Zhu Shiyi couldn't contain her joy and subconsciously turned on her phone.
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