68 Xiaoyu, do you love me?
By the time Liu Yuwei emerged from the bathroom, carried by Jin Lang, she was completely exhausted. She collapsed in his arms, her ear pressed against his strong chest, the thumping of his heartbeat pounding like a drum, making her eardrums burn. After the intense struggle, she had insisted on showering alone, but her legs were weak and her feet slipped, and she nearly fell. Jin Lang quickly grasped her arm, finding a reason to "protect" her. He briefly left, and Liu Yuwei breathed a sigh of relief, her tense body relaxing. The hot water washed over her sore waist, and she closed her eyes in the steaming mist, savoring the tranquility and comfort. Less than a minute later, the glass sliding door of the shower room swung open with a whoosh, letting in a cold, familiar air. Jin Lang shoved his way in, splashing water along his defined abs, disappearing into a blushing shadow. He had just stood by the door, the sight of that beautiful body swaying before her eyes, and the feeling of savoring it returned. "The wound will get wet!" She hurriedly turned the handheld showerhead, but he seized the opportunity to snatch it from her. The warm water suddenly changed direction, washing over the ends of her hair and her back. "I'll hold it so it won't get wet!" White foam snaked down her smooth back, swirling around her waist like an unfinished lovemaking. At first, the hands were quiet, but soon they returned to their old ways. Before she knew it, Liu Yuwei was panting again. Whether from the heat or the excitement, her skin had already turned a faint pink, and against the white tiles, it looked like delicate peach blossoms on a branch in early spring, inviting to be picked. She couldn't bear it anymore, and her hand slipped, causing the showerhead to fall to the floor with a "plop", splashing water that wet their intertwined toes. Trembling, she pressed the silver wrench, and the sound of water stopped abruptly, leaving only her shallow breathing in the room. Liu Yuwei took the initiative to climb onto his waist, tiptoed to lick the man's rolling Adam's apple, and tasted a hint of salt on the tip of his tongue. Even after receiving the signal, Jin Lang was quite patient this time, slowly exploring every familiar and unfamiliar territory on her body with his lips. Perhaps this idea was a bit perverted and paranoid, but compared to the final brief pleasure, he was more willing to enjoy Liu Yuwei's throbbing and dazed expression because of him. Liu Yuwei was calm, self-controlled, rational and professional. Everyone knew and was familiar with her. But at this moment, her eyes with a little water, her cheeks stained with lust, and her body covered with kisses were his private collection. Jin Lang leaned over, and water droplets fell from Liu Yuwei's hair, landing on his upturned face like a tear. The corner of his mouth...
When Liu Yuwei was carried out of the bathroom by Jin Lang, she had completely lost all strength. She collapsed in his arms, her ear pressed against his strong chest, and her heartbeat like a drum made her eardrums hot.
After the intense struggle, she insisted on taking a shower alone, but her legs were weak and she slipped, and she almost fell. Jin Lang quickly supported her arm, and also found a reason to "protect" her from the side.
He left for a short while, and Liu Yuwei breathed a sigh of relief. Her tense body relaxed, and the hot water washed over her sore waist. In the steaming mist, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the tranquility and comfort.
But less than a minute later, the glass sliding door of the shower room swung open with a whoosh, and cold air, wrapped in a familiar scent, invaded. Jin Lang brazenly "squeezed" in, and the splashing water droplets rolled down his well-defined abdominal muscles and disappeared into the blushing shadows.
Just now he was standing at the door, with a beautiful body swaying before his eyes, and the feeling of wanting more came over him again.
"The wound will get wet!"
She hurriedly turned the handheld showerhead, but he snatched it away from her. The warm water suddenly changed direction, washing over her hair and back.
"I'll hold it so it won't touch the water!"
White foam meandered down her smooth back and swirled around her waist, like an unfinished romance.
At first, the hands were quiet, but soon they returned to their old ways. Before she knew it, Liu Yuwei was panting again. Whether it was the heat or the excitement, her skin had turned a faint pink, and against the backdrop of the snow-white tiles, it looked like delicate peach blossoms on a branch in early spring, inviting to be picked.
She couldn't bear it any longer, and her hand slipped, causing the showerhead to slam onto the floor tiles. The splashing water soaked their intertwined toes. Trembling, she pressed the silver lever, and the sound of water abruptly stopped. Only her shallow breathing could be heard in the room. Liu Yuwei took the initiative to climb onto his waist, raised her feet, and licked the man's rolling Adam's apple, tasting a hint of salt on her tongue.
Even after receiving the signal, Jin Lang was quite patient this time. He slowly and steadily used his lips to kiss and explore every familiar yet unfamiliar area on her body.
Perhaps this idea was a little perverted and paranoid, but compared with the final short-lived pleasure, he would rather enjoy Liu Yuwei's throbbing and dazed expression because of him.
Everyone knew Liu Yuwei, the calm, self-possessed, rational and professional woman. But at this moment, her watery eyes, lust-stained cheeks and kiss-marked body were his private collection.
Jin Lang leaned over, and drops of water fell from the ends of Liu Yuwei's hair, landing on his raised face like a tear.
A smile played on his lips as he grasped her slender ankle with one hand and slowly lifted her leg.
Seeing him surrendering under her, Liu Yuwei suddenly realized what he was going to do and her pupils suddenly contracted.
But the word "don't" just came out of his lips and turned into a long sob.
In the end, Liu Yuwei was too weak to stand, so Jin Lang could only hold her hips and lift her up, slowly entering. Her back was against the cold partition glass, and in front of her was a hot and hard chest. The stimulation of the extremes of ice and fire made her toes curl up unconsciously.
In this position, she had no leverage, and all her weight was on the person standing. Liu Yuwei's remaining sanity was still concerned about his wound.
"Go outside..."
The voice was trembling and out of tune.
Jin Lang instantly understood what she meant, strode out of the shower room, grabbed the towel and spread it on the marble countertop. Even so, the moment she was put on it, the cold touch still made her lower abdomen tremble.
He held her waist with both hands to prevent her from falling with the impact; she wrapped her legs around him as if she was trapped and not allowed to leave.
On the misty mirror, two overlapping figures are like entangled vines.
When she was on the verge of collapse, Jin Lang lifted the back of her neck and forced her to look up at him.
"Xiaoyu, do you love me?"
The bathroom was shrouded in misty white light. Liu Yuwei squinted her eyes and looked at the man who occupied her entire sight and body. She did not answer for a long time, but subconsciously tightened her legs.
Seeing this, Jin Lang took the initiative to change the way he asked the question.
"Who do you want to be with?"
This time she didn't hesitate, "You!"
After getting a satisfactory answer, he kissed her trembling lips fiercely and threw them both into the clouds.
Lying back on the bed, Liu Yuwei curled up in Jin Lang's arms like a weary bird returning to its nest. She felt annoyed by the brief silence and didn't dare to look him in the eye.
Jin Lang folded his arms, the soft body in his arms like a handful of fresh snow. He sensed Liu Yuwei's uneasiness, and realizing that he had just rolled up the blooming flower, he couldn't wait to put the entire Spring Mountain into his sleeves.
His fingertips habitually pinched her small earlobe, which was still warm. He lowered his head and brushed his lips against her trembling eyelashes.
"Thank you, Xiaoyu."
…
When Liu Yuwei woke up from her daze, the bedroom was shrouded in thick darkness. She subconsciously reached to the side, but there was no one around her and the bedsheets were cold.
The image of Jin Lang smoking alone on the dark balcony suddenly emerged in her mind, with smoke and white mist entwined around his lonely back. The image prickled her nerves, and she suddenly threw off the quilt and jumped out of bed.
The moment she opened the door, the afterglow of the setting sun rushed towards her, and she quickly raised her hands to block it.
When the colors returned to my eyes, I heard sounds coming from the kitchen.
Following the sound, I found the kitchen door shrouded in a warm yellow mist. Behind the frosted glass, an aproned figure was stir-frying food, his sweatshirt rolled up to his elbows, his arm muscles clearly defined in the light.
Everything seemed to have returned to the rental house during my senior year.
Jin Lang turned off the fire and when he turned around to get the plate, he found Liu Yuwei standing outside. She was leaning against the wall, about one meter away from him.
"Are you awake? Are you hungry?"
He came out holding a porcelain plate, and the sweet and sour pork ribs were a crystal amber color.
"Come, try it!"
Liu Yuwei picked up a piece of pork ribs, blew on it and put it into his mouth. The meat was soft and tender, and the aroma was everywhere.
"tasty!"
Jin Lang chuckled and took a tissue to wipe her sauce-stained fingertips. Suddenly, he leaned over and licked the traces from the corner of her mouth. This action was so natural, as if the eight years of separation were just a nap.
Liu Yuwei's heart felt like it was gently tickled by a feather, and her eye sockets felt a little sore.
The emotions on this day were up and down, complicated and chaotic. It would be better to talk about the confusing thoughts later. Liu Yuwei hugged his neck again and kissed him.
…
Li Xinwen smelled the aroma of the food and was a little puzzled, but as soon as he turned a corner, his steps suddenly stopped.
In the orange light, two figures overlapped and kissed each other in ecstasy.
After Jin Lang returned, he checked in at his mother's place. It was lunchtime, and Li Xin called several times, but his phone was always off. Guessing he was catching up on some sleep, he simply brought some food over. He had been careful not to disturb his rest, but he was caught off guard by such a beautiful scene.
She turned around and tried to leave, but the thermos hit the railing at the corner. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to cut off the lingering feeling between her lips and teeth.
Jin Lang raised his head, his voice low and hoarse, filled with lingering desire.
"Mom...why are you here?"
When Liu Yuwei saw who was coming, he immediately broke free from his arms and took a step to the side in panic, trying to draw a clear line between them.
She was like a child caught doing something wrong. She tried to smooth out the wrinkles on her chest with her hands, but when she looked down, she saw that the collar of her ill-fitting T-shirt was loose, revealing half of her collarbone, and the hem barely covered her thighs. It was self-evident what had just happened.
She could flirt with Jin Lang without restraint, but being caught being intimate by the elders was another matter.
At this moment, she wished she could turn into a wisp of water vapor and float out through the window, or just evaporate on the spot.
Li Xin recognized Liu Yuwei, and a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes, which was then covered by joy. She wanted to grab Jin Lang's ear and ask him clearly, but in the end, she just raised her eyebrows calmly and glanced between the two of them meaningfully.
"I stewed some ribs and brought them over. Since you're making the same thing over again, I'll just take it back and eat it myself!"
"Auntie, how about having dinner together?"
Liu Yuwei's heart tightened, and he didn't care about the embarrassment and blurted out.
She recalled Li Xin's earlier comment that eating alone always lacked flavor. Now, what should have been a tender moment between them was shattered by her presence. No wonder some say the subtle hostility between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law often stems from love for the same man.
Her cheeks were hot, and words like "mother-in-law" and "daughter-in-law" flashed through her mind. The more she thought about it, the more panicked she became. Seeing that Jin Lang next to her did not respond, she could not help but kick his slippers lightly with her toes.
Jin Lang seemed to have been prepared. He turned and went into the kitchen, took out a glass lunch box, and poured all the braised pork ribs on the plate into it with a quick movement.
The two women stood there in a daze, watching him complete a series of operations smoothly - he stuffed the glass box into Li Xin's arms, then took the thermos from her hand and placed it steadily on the table.
"Xiao Yu, you're in for a treat today!" He smiled openly, but there was a hint of cunning in his eyes. "My mom's stewed spareribs are incredible!"
After saying that, he stretched out his long arm and put his arm around Li Xin's shoulders affectionately, with a hint of flattery in his tone.
"I'd like to ask Chef Li to do me the honor of trying this and give me some comments so I can improve my cooking skills!"
Liu Yuwei was stunned. If this man wanted to coax a woman sincerely, he needed not only a good face but also a good mouth!
Finally, there were only two people left in the room. Jin Lang put another portion of ribs back into the porcelain plate and invited Liu Yuwei to eat.
"Luckily I let you try a piece first!" He handed the chopsticks to Liu Yuwei, "Otherwise you would have missed out on my cooking skills!"
After dinner, Liu Yuwei said that cooking and washing dishes are two different jobs, just like accounting and cashier cannot be done by the same person. Washing dishes means rinsing away food residue and putting it in the dishwasher.
Jin Lang leaned against the door frame, tracing her busy back with his eyes, and felt that this scene was familiar. Fortunately, this time he could step into the kitchen, put his arms around her waist, and rest his chin on her shoulder.
"Xiaoyu, stay today!"
Liu Yuwei paused in his movements, and streams of clear water from the U-shaped faucet washed the gravy-covered plate into a circular shape, revealing dark patterns on a white background.
He added, "Let's... just chat!"
She thought for a moment and nodded slightly. Jin Lang immediately gave her a loud kiss on the cheek.
Because they had caught up on some sleep in the afternoon, both of them were in high spirits and huddled together to finish watching The Grandmaster.
During this time, Jin Lang took two calls right in front of her. The first was a short one from Li Xin, asking him to ask Liu Yuwei if she wanted to have dinner together the next day. The second call lasted twenty minutes. Zhang Yi's voice came through the receiver, intermittently dropping a few key words into the quiet living room: "capital chain," "schedule," and "three months."
Although they had both seen The Grandmaster, they still had a tacit understanding that even if they were just going to the kitchen to get a glass of water, they would press the pause button and wait for the other person to come back. Perhaps it was because they didn't want the other person to miss the exciting plot, or perhaps it was because they didn't want to miss the moments and memories they had shared.
Liu Yuwei was a little embarrassed about Li Xin's invitation. She had been able to chat with Li Xin calmly before because she was just a classmate's mother, but now what kind of identity should she use to meet his parents? Moreover, she didn't know how to accurately define the relationship between herself and Jin Lang at this time.
As for Jin Lang's work, the film, interrupted by the mudslide, had many pressing issues to address, so he could take a break. During this time, he planned to talk to several directors about a script he had previously acquired about a father-son relationship. Liu Yuwei had a vague feeling that Jin Lang might still not have fully come to terms with his father's death.
Although they are physically close, there are still many unfinished topics between them: an unscheduled dinner, an unknown relationship, and an unresolved separation.
Until the moon outside the window climbed up the branches, Jin Lang saw that her face was a little tired, so he pulled her back to the bedroom.
They lay down together with their clothes on. Jin Lang hugged her from behind, his knees fitting neatly into the bends of her legs, like cooperating gears. He gently kissed the hair on Liu Yuwei's head and then did nothing else.
It was late at night, and Liu Yuwei listened to the steady, long breathing beside her. She felt exhausted, but she couldn't fall asleep. She wanted to adjust her position, but his arm was still around her waist. She gently removed it, turned over, and was facing the man's sleeping face.
People are always contradictory. When they were young, they liked promises, needed promises, and could easily say the word "forever"; now they are afraid of promises and refuse to make promises. Adults will never give a definite answer easily.
Liu Yuwei suddenly felt like a scumbag. He slept with someone else in the heat of the moment but didn't want to take responsibility.
She imitated a playboy, lifted the sleeping man's chin with her index finger, and lowered her voice, "Smile for me!"
As if under a spell, the corners of Jin Lang's lips really curved up and then down.
Liu Yuwei thought she had woken him up, so she waited for a while and turned her back when there was no movement.
But soon the man's hand touched her soft waist again, and a voice sounded in her ears.
"If you can't sleep, why not do something else?"
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