I don't have time to take a shower.
Fu Jingsheng had never seen Rong Yan dressed casually with her hair in a high ponytail; she exuded such youthful energy.
That glance seemed to show Rong Yan dressed like this more than ten years ago on a university campus.
Fu Jingsheng kissed her for a long time. Rong Yan felt as if all the oxygen around her had been sucked out, and she couldn't breathe. Only then did he let go of her.
The man wrapped his arms around his wife from behind, and they stood together in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, enjoying the view for a while.
"Rong Yan, for a moment just now, I felt like I saw you in college." Fu Jingsheng rested his chin on the woman's neck, his voice deep and lingering in her ear.
"No wonder he didn't say a word after coming in, but kissed me for so long."
He moved to stand in front of her, looking her down at her: "Hmm, let me do it to you while you're dressed, just like I slept with you back then."
Rong Yan didn't wear this outfit to reminisce about the past with Fu Jingsheng.
Instead, this outfit was the only one Qingnian wore in the only photo of her from behind. She wanted Fu Jingsheng to discover that she was Qingnian, but the man didn't seem to have any other ideas.
"Besides feeling that I'm similar to how I was in college, what else? For example, do I resemble a certain person?" Rong Yan reminded her.
Fu Jingsheng got anxious: "I never dated or liked anyone in college. This outfit is your style from college. It doesn't resemble anyone else's. Or rather, I don't remember what anyone else wore, I only remember you."
The man thought that his wife would be very happy with this answer.
But Rong Yan showed no expression upon hearing this, and even appeared somewhat disappointed.
She gave a very soft "oh".
"Isn't it better to look different from others? Why do you look unhappy?" the man asked.
"No, I'm quite happy. You like me dressed like this?" Rong Yan sorted out her thoughts.
“I like you without clothes, but you look even better dressed like this today.” Fu Jingsheng hugged her and sat her down on the table.
“At this height, no one will see us if we don’t draw the curtains. Let’s do it before the sun completely sets.” He bit the woman’s lips again.
The sunlight, so close yet so far, fell upon the two of them, seemingly retaining a trace of warmth.
Rong Yan's cells were stirred, and she responded enthusiastically.
“Fu Jingsheng, you haven’t changed much since college. Back then, I thought you were old-fashioned. Everyone else wore school uniforms, but you wore a suit.” Rong Yan suddenly thought of Fu Jingsheng in college and couldn’t help but say it.
Upon hearing this, the man stopped.
"Did you think of me back then? Did you think of me in an impure way?" Fu Jingsheng asked.
The words that came out of his mouth made the woman's face turn red.
"Your face suddenly felt so hot, you must have been thinking about it. No wonder you took a shower so early on our wedding day." Fu Jingsheng remembered every detail of his time with Rong Yan. "I remember you sitting on the edge of the bed and asking me if I wanted to come over."
Rong Yan had forgotten, but Fu Jingsheng's reminder brought back unpleasant memories.
"I wanted to ask you the same thing. How could you be so unmoved when such a beautiful woman was sitting on the bed in just her pajamas? The thing is, I wasn't wearing anything underneath." It took Rong Yan a lot of courage to convince herself to dress like that.
Fu Jingsheng didn't even glance at her. Not only on their wedding night, but also for the following month, even when Rong Yan directly asked him if he wanted to do it, Fu Jingsheng didn't respond.
Fu Jingsheng paused for a moment, then wrapped his arms around the woman's waist: "I don't want others to know that I love you."
"Oh, you seem to have said that you mistook the person you were repaying your debt of gratitude to in order to put your mind at ease. Fine, I forgive you." Rong Yan wanted to turn the page on the past.
"But then I realized that whatever I do, I should follow my instincts and not overthink it. If I hadn't been so rigid, maybe we wouldn't have missed so many years." The man's tone was full of self-reproach.
Rong Yan didn't want to hear Fu Jingsheng apologize to her, so she covered his lips and said, "Unpleasant memories should be forgotten, Fu Jingsheng. I booked such an expensive hotel, not for chatting."
She joked.
The man feigned ignorance: "What's that for?"
"Is it for use?" The same sentence, but with the order changed, immediately changes its meaning.
Rong Yan bent her knees and nudged his flesh: "Don't say such rude things. I'm a literary youth, and literary youths like romance."
Upon hearing the term "literary youth," Fu Jingsheng thought of young people.
"I almost forgot to tell you about Qingnian. I didn't explain it clearly at the company this afternoon. I've been thinking about it. Do you know Qingnian?" Fu Jingsheng finally connected Rong Yan and Qingnian.
"Why do you ask that?" Rong Yan asked.
The man couldn't quite explain it either. He hooked Rong Yan's chin and said, "It doesn't seem right to discuss others at this time. Let's take care of business first. This expensive hotel isn't for chatting."
Fu Jingsheng brought up what Rong Yan had just said.
Rong Yan tugged at the metal buckle on his belt: "Is it right here?"
"I've seen mountains, seas, and sunrises, but I've never seen a sunset atop the Heavenly City. Especially under the evening glow, wouldn't it feel like flying and soaring through the sky?" Many romantic images flashed through Rong Yan's mind.
Overwhelmed with shame, she even thought of the airplane.
Fu Jingsheng held the woman's hand: "Don't touch there yet, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself if you do. I want to kiss you properly first."
Rong Yan remembered that Fu Jingsheng had said that his most sensitive spot was there.
She let go.
With his head tilted back, Fu Jingsheng bent his knees, hunched over, and buried his head in the woman's chest.
Rong Yan gripped the edge of the table tightly: "Husband."
Her voice was soft and charming.
Fu Jingsheng's lips curled up as he looked up: "Shout it twice more."
She uttered softly between her teeth, and Fu Jingsheng responded with "Ai" to each one.
After being kissed for a long time, Rong Yan reached out and touched the man's most sensitive spot.
"Beg me to come in." Fu Jingsheng deliberately made things difficult. "Be bold today. If you don't beg me, I'll stop."
Rong Yan's voice was muffled: "Please."
Soft hands were still roaming around below, and even though Fu Jingsheng's legs were already weak from being teased, he continued to pretend to be strong.
"What do you want from me?" he asked.
"Go in." Rong Yan said the word very softly.
“Now we’re going to increase the difficulty. If it’s not deep enough, let’s change the word. You’re a literary youth, so it should be easy to find a synonym.” He smiled wickedly.
What?! They still want her to say that word. Rong Yan understood immediately, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.
So he pretended not to understand and said, "Do it."
Fu Jingsheng continued to shake his head, but after several attempts, he realized that Rong Yan still hadn't said the word he wanted to hear, so he gave up.
"Do you miss me?" the man asked.
Rong Yan answered affirmatively.
The man placed his large hand on the woman's waist, pulled her forward, and accurately inserted himself inside.
The woman's unsupported upper body suddenly swayed, and the undulating scenery pressed against the man's face.
Take a bite.
The combined force from above and below almost made Rong Yan faint.
This time, Fu Jingsheng's actions were a bit rough.
He would ask her from time to time, "Do you like it?"
"Do you want to do this every day?"
Rong Yan kept saying she liked it, though her words were indistinct.
Afterwards, the man helped Rong Yan put on her clothes and then wrapped himself in a bath towel.
"Your hair is all messed up." He teased, playing with the woman's braid.
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