Hidden Illness
In the living room.
Yang Zheng hadn't recovered from Liu Shanshan's explosive words; his expression was still one of utter disbelief.
After a long while, he realized that this idea was not Liu Shanshan's question, but Shen Anxia's lack of understanding.
After thinking it through, Yang Zheng was so angry he laughed.
Can you believe it? The girl he's loved for years actually thinks he has a hidden illness.
He had to prove something, even in a small way.
Looking at the tightly closed door, Shen Anxia hadn't come out since she sent Liu Shanshan inside. Yang Zheng cleaned the coffee table, washed the dishes, and sat in the living room with his elbows on his knees, looking at the phone Shen Anxia had left on the coffee table, a slight smile playing on his lips.
After waiting a while, the door opened a crack, and Shen Anxia awkwardly stepped out from the crack and closed the door again.
"You...you're still awake!" Shen Anxia forced the phone to turn on and said.
"Is your roommate asleep?" Yang Zheng asked, still resting his elbows on his knees, as he looked up at Shen Anxia.
Shen Anxia tried her best to appear normal, but the way she slowly moved towards the coffee table betrayed her guilt: "She fell asleep. Shanshan gets drunk after just a little alcohol, and when she's drunk, she talks nonsense. I used to think I could hold my liquor better than Shanshan, so I really thought I could drink quite a lot. Um... we're moving tomorrow, and I agreed with Shanshan that I'd sleep with her tonight. That way you can sleep in my bedroom and won't have to sleep on the sofa."
She quickly stepped forward, grabbed her phone from the coffee table, tossed out a "Goodnight," and turned to run as if fleeing into Liu Shanshan's bedroom.
Yang Zheng took two steps around the coffee table, swiftly grabbed the wrist of the culprit who had caused him immense damage to his reputation, and led her into her bedroom. Before Shen Anxia could react, Yang Zheng had already brought her into the bedroom, locked the door behind him, and instantly placed the hand holding her wrist on the back of her head. With his other hand, he tightened his grip on her waist, leaned down, and kissed her.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
Before the shock in Shen Anxia's eyes could fully develop, a deep kiss carrying Yang Zheng's scent spread between her lips and teeth. His tongue, which carried the meaning of his conquest, had already entangled with hers. She wanted to escape the scalding breath, but the hand on the back of her head did not give her any room to move.
In that instant, Shen Anxia suddenly realized that Yang Zheng was at his most authentic self.
A domineering and wild aura spread throughout the small space, and the sound of panting was amplified to the point that it affected every part of her body and all her senses. Shen Anxia was so overwhelmed by the audacity of this man that she couldn't tell whether she was frightened or intoxicated by his kisses that she could hardly stand.
Yang Zheng seemed to sense her feelings, and hugged her even tighter, his kisses becoming gentler, but he showed no intention of letting her go.
Yang Zheng released her lips just as Shen Anxia was about to gasp for breath.
His hand remained in the same position, his forehead pressed against hers, and he asked her, breathing heavily, "Do I have a hidden illness?"
Shen Anxia was still reeling from the fact that her first kiss had been stolen, and she didn't answer Yang Zheng's question.
Her cheeks were flushed, and she was panting heavily. When she saw her hand, which had somehow touched Yang Zheng's chest, she pulled it back as if she had been electrocuted. But Yang Zheng didn't give her the chance. He grabbed her with the hand that was around her waist and pressed her hard against his chest.
"Do I have a hidden illness?" Yang Zheng asked again.
Shen Anxia finally realized what she had done and said, and also discovered how important this matter was to Yang Zheng. She nervously changed her words to clarify: "You didn't."
Yang Zheng was amused and exasperated again: "How do you know I didn't? Did you verify it?"
"I...I..."
"Anxia," Yang Zheng looked at Shen Anxia, who seemed so nervous she was about to break, and softened his movements, "I really want you to know right now whether I have a hidden illness, but I love you too much, I respect you too much. I remember what you said last time and my promise, but you have to tell me, why do you feel this way?"
Shen Anxia hesitated before speaking, "That was shortly after we met... I didn't think that way anymore... I didn't expect Shanshan to remember those words."
"Why did you think that way back then?" Yang Zheng wasn't going to let the question go and continued to press for an answer.
“I think…” Shen Anxia steeled her resolve and said with a look of utter despair, “You haven’t had a girlfriend all these years, maybe it’s for some special reason… or maybe… you just don’t really like girls…”
"??????"
Yang Zheng was repeatedly shocked by Shen Anxia's ideas. With a gritted-teeth smile, he asked her, word by word, "You mean, back then you thought I liked men???"
Shen Anxia closed his eyes in despair.
She really felt she had made a huge mistake. Why take the phone? Just leave it outside. Why take a shower? It's dirty, so what?
Yang Zheng rubbed his temples with the hand on her waist: "I really have no way to deal with you."
"Shen Anxia." Yang Zheng called her by her full name heavily. This was the first time Yang Zheng had called her by her full name, and Shen Anxia felt that this form of address was quite dangerous.
She quickly and cooperatively responded with an "Mmm".
Yang Zheng leaned closer to her again: "I've been single all these years for myself, and for you too, understand? It's not that I'm incapable, nor that my sexual orientation is abnormal, understand?"
Shen Anxia nodded quickly: "I understand, I understand."
After a moment's thought, she asked again, "So many years?"
Yang Zheng said helplessly, "Do you even know the key point of that sentence?"
Looking at Shen Anxia's lips, red and luscious, Yang Zheng's eyes were filled with desire, and he kissed her again.
This time, he used much less force, merely licking Shen Anxia's lips with the tip of his tongue. Only after her long eyelashes covered her eyes did he pry open Shen Anxia's teeth with the tip of his tongue again, enveloping her tongue.
The kiss lasted a long time.
When Shen Anxia could no longer stand and leaned weakly against Yang Zheng, Yang Zheng picked her up and gently placed her on the bed.
Shen Anxia was startled and quickly pushed him away forcefully: "No..."
Yang Zheng held her hands captive, his eyes burning with desire, and coaxed her in a low voice, "I don't want you to verify it. I just want to kiss you properly."
Then he leaned in and kissed her again.
Yang Zheng held Shen An's head with one hand and supported her waist with the other, his lips and teeth savoring the strawberry scent inch by inch.
Shen Anxia didn't know how much time had passed before Yang Zheng finally let her go.
She didn't dare to move, her body stiff as she listened to the heavy breathing in her ear, and heard Yang Zheng say in her ear, "I'm going to take a shower first."
Yang Zheng stood up and helped Shen Anxia up as well: "Wait for me."
Shen Anxia restarted her brain several times before she clearly realized what an indescribable thing had happened on this terrible night. She slowly slid to the edge of the bed and stood up, turning her head to catch a glimpse of herself in the dressing mirror, her eyes alluring and her whole body flushed.
Quietly opening the door and looking around, Yang Zheng was nowhere to be seen, so she guessed he had indeed gone into the bathroom.
Shen Anxia quickly packed her clothes, grabbed her phone, and slipped into Liu Shanshan's room.
Seeing that Liu Shanshan's sleeping posture was exactly the same as when she left, Shen Anxia complained to her in a low voice, "You infuriating thing, you sleep so soundly, do you even know what you've done to your best friend?"
She walked to the other side of Liu Shanshan, sat down on the bed, and couldn't help but recall what had just happened. As she thought about it, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.
Yang Zheng took a rather long time to take a shower this time.
After he finished washing up, he looked at Anxia's bedroom, which was now empty, and laughed wildly.
His long-cherished wish has come true.
The distance between the two of them has grown another step closer.
As he dried his hair, he sent Shen Anxia a text message: "I'm done washing, come over."
At the same time, Shen Anxia picked up her phone and almost choked when she read the sentence. She then covered her mouth and coughed softly.
Yang Zheng certainly didn't expect that his words would be so ambiguous.
After coughing for a while, Shen Anxia laughed again, laughing until tears seemed to well up in her eyes. Her mind was filled with the image of Yang Zheng lying on the bed after washing up, like a fish on a chopping board, completely unaware that she had transformed from a pure person into someone with a mind full of filthy thoughts.
But I still need to take a shower before going to sleep.
She left the bedroom and went into the bathroom before Yang Zheng could even speak, locking the door behind her.
I checked the switch; the shower was set to cold water.
Shen Anxia finished washing faster than usual. When she came out, Yang Zheng looked at her wet hair and asked, "Where's the hairdryer?"
"In the bedroom."
Yang Zheng pulled her directly into the bedroom, looked at the dressing table shelf, picked up the hair dryer, turned it on, and pressed her down on the stool in front of the dressing mirror to dry her hair.
Shen Anxia turned to get the hair dryer: "I can dry myself."
Yang Zheng dodged her hand: "Don't move."
Shen Anxia did not move again. She looked at the man behind her through the mirror. The lust in his eyes had faded, and he was now concentrating on blow-drying his hair. He was so handsome that it was dazzling.
Yang Zheng was really focused. The long, thick, and soft hair of Shen Anxia in his hands made his heart feel soft and tender as well.
After drying her hair, Shen Anxia glanced at the time: "It's almost midnight, I'm going to sleep now, you can stay here!"
Yang Zheng pulled Shen Anxia, who was getting up to leave, and said, "Wait ten more minutes."
Shen Anxia was pulled back by Yang Zheng. In that instant, Shen Anxia covered her mouth tightly and mumbled, "My mouth hurts."
Yang Zheng was amused by her appearance: "Just sit for a while, no more kissing."
The two sat together on the edge of Shen Anxia's bed.
Yang Zheng asked, "Isn't the most handsome guy in the department really good-looking?"
"Huh?" Shen Anxia never expected that Yang Zheng would still remember this.
She felt she had to turn the tables in this game, so she retorted, "Mr. Yang, the most handsome guy in our department isn't as good-looking as you, so a man as handsome and rich as you must have a lot of suitors!"
Yang Zheng was successfully pleased by the remark "the school heartthrob isn't as handsome as you," and answered Shen Anxia's question without reservation: "Some people pursue me, but I'm a chaste person. I don't talk to other women except for my brothers' wives."
Who would believe that?
But Shen Anxia didn't say that; she just nodded quietly.
But Yang Zheng had no intention of letting her off the hook, and continued to ask, "Bai Guangyue, did you say that?"
Shen Anxia thought to herself that she would definitely give Liu Shanshan a good beating when she woke up tomorrow. She talked about several topics, and Yang Zheng remembered them all.
She bears the brunt of the consequences.
"Um?"
Shen Anxia looked at Yang Zheng's face as he approached and reflexively dodged away, forcibly explaining, "It roughly means that they are white-clad members of the Moonlight Clan."
Yang Zheng smiled and said, "Isn't it a beautiful first love or a secret crush?"
Shen Anxia was determined to win, and said seriously, "You can say that if you want, but ever since you became my boyfriend, you've only been good as a grain of rice."
"I'd be willing to be a grain of rice."
Shen Anxia was in a good mood as she watched Yang Zheng's ridiculously cheerful expression.
Yang Zheng took Shen Anxia's hand and asked, "You cried all night after I left?"
Shen Anxia lowered her head and remained silent.
Yang Zheng asked again, "And you were sick for a week?"
Shen Anxia whispered, "Don't listen to Shanshan's nonsense."
Yang Zheng hugged Shen Anxia and apologized: "Anxia, I'm sorry... From now on, I will never let you suffer these things alone again."
Shen Anxia shook her head: "This is my own problem, not your fault."
After leaning on Yang Zheng's shoulder for a while, Shen Anxia stood up and said, "It's almost midnight, Baifanli. We're moving tomorrow. Goodnight."
This time, Yang Zheng didn't stop her. He gently said, "Anxia, goodnight."
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