66 Does it hurt?
The elevator door slowly opened, the overlapping reflections in the mirror vanishing. Two people stepped out, one after the other. The man in front suddenly froze. Jin Lang's gaze fell on a figure huddled at the doorway. Liu Yuwei sat leaning against the wall, her arms wrapped around her slightly bent knees. Her long black hair hung carelessly, her head tilted to one side, her backlit, so her face was hidden from view. Liu Yuwei's calm voice from the phone call lingered in his ears, and Jin Lang felt a pang of unspoken disappointment. He could only console himself by thinking that perhaps she hadn't paid any attention to the dire news. That was just as well. At this moment, Jin Lang felt a mixture of surprise, joy, and trepidation. Zhang Yi, without a word, patted Jin Lang's shoulder with understanding, and the sound of footsteps faded. When they were alone in the hallway, Jin Lang tiptoed to Liu Yuwei's side and slowly crouched down. Her face was plain, without makeup, and the shadow cast by her eyelashes cast a pale gray. It looked like she hadn't been getting enough rest recently, so it was no wonder she could fall asleep in such a place. Lost in her sleep, Liu Yuwei muttered incoherently, her brow furrowed, her fingers clutching her sleeve. Seeing this, Jin Lang sincerely hoped she truly knew nothing about the southwestern mountains. He rubbed his palms together, warming them until the coldness faded. He reached out and touched her forehead, gently trying to smooth her frown. One touch... two... a third, and he felt the fluttering of a butterfly's wings against his knuckles. Then his eyes met Liu Yuwei's. ... "Liu Yuwei, hurry up!" Liu Yuwei stood there in a daze, her hair matted to her skin with sweat. Someone had just told her that Jin Lang was just ahead, but the steaming heat distorted her vision. Squinting, she searched in vain for the familiar figure amid the glaring wilderness and rocks. To no avail, she grasped a passerby's sleeve again, then looked up to meet Song Miao's surprised face. "Have you seen Jin Lang?" Her voice was dry, like a cracked riverbed. Song Miao waved his hand in front of her eyes. "Are you sun-kissed? Today's Jin Lang's class's weekly duty day, and it'll probably be ours soon!" The two of them rushed back to the classroom. The large gray speakers in the hallway had already begun blaring music for eye exercises. "Third period, massage the four white acupoints." Liu Yuwei's hands didn't stop moving, mechanically pressing the acupoints under her, her eyes fixed on the front door until Jin Lang's figure finally appeared at the intersection of light and shadow. He walked against the light, his school uniform sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his slightly sunburned forearms. A box of Uni-President Green Tea was gently placed on the table...
The elevator door slowly opened, and the overlapping reflections on the mirror disappeared. Two people stepped out of the car one after the other, and the man walking in front suddenly stopped.
Jin Lang's gaze fell on the figure curled up at the door.
Liu Yuwei was sitting against the wall, her arms wrapped around her slightly bent knees, her long black hair hanging casually, her head tilted to one side, with the light behind her, so her face could not be seen.
Liu Yuwei's calm voice on the phone just now was still ringing in his ears, and Jin Lang still felt a little disappointed. He could only comfort himself, thinking that maybe she hadn't paid attention to these thrilling news at all.
That's fine.
At this moment, Jin Lang was somewhat surprised, happy but also nervous.
Zhang Yi didn't say anything, but patted Jin Lang's shoulder with understanding, and the footsteps faded away.
When there were only two people left in the corridor, Jin Lang tiptoed to Liu Yuwei's side and slowly squatted down.
She had a plain face without any makeup, and the shadows cast by her eyelashes were grayish-blue. It looked like she hadn't had a good rest recently, so it was no wonder she could fall asleep in such an environment.
Liu Yuwei, who was immersed in a dream, uttered an indistinct mutter, his brows tightly furrowed, and his fingers tightly clutched his sleeves.
Seeing this scene, Jin Lang actually hoped from the bottom of his heart that she really didn't know anything about the southwestern mountainous area.
He rubbed his palms together to warm them, and when his fingertips were no longer cold, he reached out and touched her forehead, gently trying to smooth out her frown.
one time…
Two clicks...
The third time, the tiger's mouth felt the trembling like a butterfly's wings, and then his eyes met Liu Yuwei's.
…
"Liu Yuwei, hurry up and go!"
Liu Yuwei stood there in a daze, the strands of hair on her forehead stuck to her skin with sweat.
Someone had just told her that Jin Lang was just ahead. The steaming heat distorted her vision. She squinted her eyes, searching in vain for the familiar figure in the dazzling wilderness and rocks.
To no avail, he grabbed the sleeve of a passerby again, but when he looked up, he met Song Miao's surprised face.
"Have you seen Jin Lang?"
The voice was dry like a cracked riverbed.
Song Miao stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her.
"Are you confused by the sun? Today is Jin Lang's class's weekly duty day. It will probably be our class's turn soon!"
The two ran back to the classroom, and the large gray speaker in the corridor had already started playing eye exercise music.
"The third section is massaging the four white acupoints."
Liu Yuwei's hands did not stop moving, and he mechanically pressed the current position, but his eyes were fixed on the front door of the classroom until Jin Lang's figure finally appeared at the intersection of light and shadow.
He walked against the light, his school uniform sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his sunburned forearms. A box of Uni-President Green Tea lay gently on the corner of the table, condensation dripping down, smearing the "Wei" on the Chinese language test paper next to it.
Liu Yuwei looked at him in surprise, "For me?"
The sunlight filtering through the glass shattered into shimmering waves in his eyes. He didn't answer directly, but suddenly reached out and pressed his hand lightly on her brow bone, "This is the last section, it's your turn to scrape the eye sockets!"
…
Liu Yuwei slowly opened his eyes. The light was like water, and every strand of his hair was coated with a hazy golden edge.
Unlike the youth in my previous dream, who looked as refreshing as green tea, the Jin Lang before me looked slightly tired, his jaw already showing a blue tinge, and even fine lines around his eyes if you looked closely. But strangely, this decadent fatigue actually enhanced his charm, like a long-cellared red wine, exuding an intoxicating mellowness.
Love is so confusing, she couldn't help but laugh at herself.
Liu Yuwei straightened up, holding a beam of light, and placed her palm against Jin Lang's cheek. He remained motionless, letting her trace it, as if he were stuck in a dream.
His fingertips moved freely across this three-dimensional face, touching the undulating brow bones, the straight nose bridge, the slightly cool lips, and finally stroking the newly emerged stubble.
It was a little prickly, and the slight prickly feeling reminded her of the stem of a rose.
Just as she was about to pull away, Jin Lang suddenly grabbed her wrist. His calloused palm wrapped around her, pulling her back to cover his face.
Then he tilted his head and pressed his warm lips against the cold lines of her palm. This kiss burned into her blood along the lifeline, activating a certain fantasy.
"bite!"
The elevator door opened again, and Xiao Zhou was forced to stop before his feet even touched the ground. The scene before him was like an art film with the pause button pressed—Jin Lang half-knelt, holding Liu Yuwei's hand to his lips, their intertwined figures casting a lingering shadow in the corridor.
All the sleepiness in his body disappeared immediately. No wonder Brother Yi just woke him up and insisted that he come up to take away the things that Jin Lang left in the car.
"Brother Lang, I put the things here for you!"
The two squatting people looked over and found that Xiao Zhou had already entered the elevator.
Liu Yuwei blinked her eyes, the warmth of her palms still lingering. She slowly came back to her senses and gradually distinguished between dreams and reality.
"Get up quickly, the ground is cold!"
Jin Lang still held her hand when he stood up.
Liu Yuwei had been sitting for too long, and the moment he tried to stand up, his numb legs betrayed his body and his center of gravity was unstable. Fortunately, there was a pair of strong arms in front of him.
She hurriedly grabbed Jin Lang's arm, and heard the other party gasp, but did not dodge.
"Are you hurt?!"
She asked back with wide eyes.
"I'm fine."
Jin Lang looked down at Liu Yuwei's feet and said, "Can you walk now? Come into the house first!"
…
After entering the door, Jin Lang went straight to the kitchen, made a cup of hot tea and returned to the living room.
"Why did you fall asleep at the door? Be careful of catching a cold!"
As he said that, he stuffed the cup into Liu Yuwei's hand and said, "Didn't I say I would come to see you this afternoon?"
Liu Yuwei sat on the sofa, picked up the bone china cup and took a sip. The hot steam made her eyelashes wet.
"I wanted to see you, so I came."
This sentence is as light as a feather.
I had said these words countless times, but I never expected that they would come out of Liu Yuwei's mouth. Jin Lang didn't know if he was dreaming, but no matter what, his heart had completely melted at these few words.
Liu Yuwei suddenly put down the teacup and gently grabbed Jin Lang's left wrist. The hand that had just been cold now even had a burning heat.
"Are you hurt?"
She repeated the question again, her voice a little hollow.
Without waiting for an answer, Liu Yuwei lowered her head and began to roll up the cuffs of his loose sweater. Jin Lang didn't dodge, letting her do whatever she wanted, with an unconscious tenderness in his eyes.
Liu Yuwei saw large purple bruises on the skin. When they rolled up to the elbow joints, the white gauze and thick black thread overlapped, which looked particularly eye-catching.
The gauze was wrapped around her entire upper arm. She didn't know what was going on, so she just touched it carefully.
When he raised his head again, there was a thin layer of mist in Liu Yuwei's eyes, which reminded people of the glass in a warm room in winter.
"Does it hurt?"
"I didn't feel anything when I was injured." Jin Lang's Adam's apple rolled. "I didn't have anesthesia for the stitches, but I was awake from the pain."
He tried to hide the truth with a joking tone.
"How did you do that?"
"A lighting technician was hit on the leg by rocks from the landslide, and was scratched by a broken branch while helping with the rescue."
His tone was casual, as if it was no big deal. But Liu Yuwei's pupils still constricted. Perhaps the white gauze was too glaring in the midday light, so she slowly pulled her rolled-up sleeves back into place.
"How's that lighting engineer? Did he return to Beijing with you?"
Jin Lang was surprised at her sensitivity. He clearly wanted to avoid talking about the panic and tragedy at that time, but his mind flashed back to those tragic scenes uncontrollably - blood mixed in the mud, a bloodless and pale face on the stretcher, and the shrill siren of the ambulance seemed to still be in his ears, mixed with rain hitting the iron roof.
He unconsciously clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white and veins bulging, as if he were fighting an invisible force. After hesitating for a long time, he finally whispered, "He didn't come back."
"The mudslide destroyed the only road to the town... By the time people were taken to the hospital, the best time for rescue had already passed."
Jin Lang's voice seemed to come from far away.
"Witnessing the death of a living life, under the shock and fear, the pain was really like scratching an itch."
A drop of warm liquid suddenly hit the back of Jin Lang's hand, scalding his heart so much that it sank.
Liu Yuwei's nails were almost digging into his wrist, but she stubbornly refused to let go. Jin Lang used his other hand to push aside her drooping hair, only to discover that her lower lip was bitten into a row of white teeth marks, and tears were hanging on her eyelashes.
"Don't cry, I'm back safely!"
The words were meant to comfort Liu Yuwei, but when she heard them, she remembered a nightmare she had one night, and she collapsed and threw herself into his arms.
Once the accumulated emotions found a breakthrough, they erupted like a volcano, unstoppable, destroying all the pretense of strength. The depression from attending the funeral that morning and the fear of the past few days all turned into tears.
Jin Lang suddenly thought of the cliffs in the southwestern mountains that were washed away by heavy rain. At this moment, her surging tears were like the mud at that time, drowning him with all the fear and pain.
He folded his arms, letting her sobs shake his chest, their two hearts beating in unison in the wet embrace.
Jin Lang felt that words of comfort were too pale and could only pat her back.
Since returning from Germany, Liu Yuwei had long since learned to mask her emotions with a calm and composed exterior. But now, she sobbed like a lost child, her face covered in snot and tears, her breathing ragged like a stranded fish. She had to gasp for air through her mouth.
Seeing this, Jin Lang held up Liu Yuwei's face and wiped away the tears with his thumb in vain, but another stream quickly flowed from the source.
When he realized that words and actions were of no use, he suddenly leaned over and used his lips instead of his fingers to catch the falling water droplet.
The salty tears melted at my lips, like rain carried by the sea breeze, with a heartbreaking taste.
Liu Yuwei's eyelashes trembled violently. She was so startled by his sudden action that she forgot to breathe. The moans in her chest accumulated and blocked, and condensed into a loud burp in her throat.
She hurriedly covered her mouth and tried to adjust herself, but her rapid breathing had already disrupted her body's rhythm.
"Burp! Burp!"
Every sound made her shoulders tremble, her nose turned red, and the mist that had just retreated from her eyes accumulated again, making her like a bullied little white rabbit.
Jin Lang looked at her eyes that were red from tears and her nose that was wrinkled because of grievance, chuckled softly, and with a doting look that he himself did not notice, he took away her hand that was covering her mouth.
"I'll help you."
help?
What help?
Before Liu Yuwei could react, her lips were sealed.
There was no trace of lust in this kiss, just a gentle touch, like soothing a frightened baby bird. He breathed in slowly, slowly soothing her disordered breathing.
Liu Yuwei pulled himself into his clothes, like a drowning man climbing onto a piece of driftwood. On the verge of suffocation, he could only eagerly absorb this only source of oxygen.
The aroma of black tea and the salty taste of tears blended between his lips and teeth, turning into a dizzying drug. Jin Lang unconsciously put his arm around Liu Yuwei's waist, and Liu Yuwei also put her arms around his neck, her fingers sinking into her hair.
No one knew from which second, the kiss that was originally meant to comfort him quietly changed its meaning.
Jin Lang's tongue tip gently tapped her teeth, and a quick taste turned into a spark that set the field on fire, just like a traveler who had been trekking in the desert for a long time, enjoying the sweet spring water given by the other party.
Gradually, the two of them lost their inhibitions, greedily and forcefully proving each other's existence. He used his tongue to explore and invade, sweeping across her palate; she indulged in it, biting his lower lip as punishment, responding passionately. It seemed that only in this way could they feel the ever-more-precious vitality and energy in despair.
Liu Yuwei hadn't enjoyed such a deep kiss for a long time. She secretly opened her eyes and instantly met Jin Lang's scorching gaze like a deep pool.
Their eyes met and emotions surged. Although she was the drowning person on the verge of suffocation just now, she jumped into the waves willingly and without hesitation.
The intertwined breaths gradually became disordered. Jin Lang's hand slowly reached into the hem of her sweater. His rough fingers touched the tender skin. Chill and trembling climbed up Liu Yuwei's back at the same time. A soft hum escaped from her lips, as soft as spring water.
Jin Lang's kiss moved from Liu Yuwei's lips to her cheek, and then to her neck.
The hot, moist breath sprayed on the most sensitive hollow below her earlobe, like a feather teasing her tense nerves. But she could clearly feel the other person's suppressed desire. The hands resting on her waist seemed to be imprisoned by invisible chains, and the palms were so hot that they threatened to leave a permanent mark on her skin.
Desire and restraint clashed silently in the air, making the kiss even more intoxicating.
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