Chapter 19 08.27/It is a non-sei ...
He drank too, and his mouth tasted of mint and peach.
Chu Song was still backing away, her mind telling her not to do that. However, the man in front of her didn't seem satisfied with her behavior. He grabbed her wrists and put her arms around his neck.
Being so close to him, Chu Song once again felt how broad his back was. His chest muscles supported the lines of his shirt, and beneath the fabric was a figure with an extremely low body fat percentage.
He supported himself on the wall behind her with one hand and clasped the back of her head with the other, pulling her closer to him and going deeper and deeper.
He pried open her lips and gently hooked the tip of her tongue. Chu Song had difficulty breathing and turned her head to the side, but he pinched her chin and turned her back.
He nuzzled her nose against hers, sniffed her breath, and said in Italian, "Non sei brava."
Chu Song didn't know what he was saying, she only knew that he seemed to have bitten her lips again.
In the chaos, no one knew who pressed the doorknob. The door was pushed open behind Chu Song, and she fell in, along with Fan Tingnian in front of her.
He pressed her against the wall beside the door, lowered his head, and kissed her gently.
Her arms were sore and she could no longer hook them around his neck. The man realized this and hooked her knees with one hand to lift her up, so that her legs were clamped around his waist.
The huge height difference and body advantage allowed him to hug her with one hand, while his other hand was holding the back of her neck, making her lower her head and kiss him.
Chu Song was dizzy from the kiss, but she was also keenly aware that if things continued to develop, they might get out of control. She finally pulled her arm away, pushed his shoulders away, and called for a stop.
Her lips finally left his briefly, and as fresh air poured in, she took a quick breath: "Fan Tingnian..."
"Hmm?" The man's voice was sticky and hoarse. He twisted her hands behind her back with one hand and controlled her again.
The alcohol was still taking effect, and Chu Song's head was dizzy. She leaned against his shoulder and pleaded in a low voice, "Don't kiss me anymore."
Fan Tingnian seemed to enjoy helping her with her hair. He raised his hand again and tucked the loose strands behind her ears, saying with a reluctant tone, "Okay."
Then he placed one hand under her thigh, turned around with her in his arms, and walked towards the sofa in front of the window.
There was no light in the room, and the moonlight from outside the window poured in, spreading all over the floor. He sat on the sofa, holding her in his arms, letting her sit sideways on his legs.
Chu Song rubbed her temples, her mind still a little confused. Although she coveted his beauty, she had never thought of taking action. How could it be...
The man seemed to have no other thoughts of action, but he twisted the fingers of one hand around the ends of her hair, and occasionally lowered his head to smell it, his nose rubbing against the ends of her hair, with some lingering feeling.
"Did you change your shampoo?" he asked.
Chu Song thought of the new shampoo in the bathroom: "Yes, because there are several kinds in the bathroom, I want to try a new one..."
The man leaned forward, holding the back of her head, lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips again, praising her: "It doesn't smell as good as the one from last Sunday."
Sunday...
Chu Song dragged his slow brain and tried to adjust his memories five days ago, and finally remembered that he used his own shampoo that day.
Before coming here for the trip, she packed some spare shampoo in her suitcase, and there was still a little bit of it left, so she wanted to use it up and throw away the bottle.
What's so good about that stuff? She bought it online to make a group purchase, and it was only over 20 yuan a bottle.
For someone like him who thinks any piece of the ceiling light in his room is a gem, he probably doesn't know what twenty yuan means.
She was lost in thought, and her thoughts were drifting away when someone suddenly lifted her up and hugged her. She subconsciously cried out softly and put her arms around his neck.
She once again realized the disparity in their stature. He was so strong that he held her like a doll.
She still couldn't figure out what Fan Tingnian meant by kissing her just now. He didn't seem like the kind of scumbag who would take advantage of someone in distress, and the way he kissed her now was restrained and gentle.
He placed one hand on her cheek and kissed her temples and cheeks gently from top to bottom.
If she hadn't still retained some rationality, she would have really drowned in his tenderness.
She raised her hand and held his wrist, whispering, "Fan Tingnian."
The man stopped moving, held up her face, stared at her in the dim light, and after a moment, said something incomprehensible in Italian.
Chu Song didn't understand and grabbed his hand to try to distance them: "...We shouldn't do this."
The man didn't seem to expect her to say such a thing. After a moment's pause, he raised the corner of his lips slightly and smiled. Chu Song inexplicably felt a chill.
She quickly explained: "I was drunk..."
"You don't," Fan Tingnian said in Chinese this time. "You don't have a lisp, and you speak very logically."
He pinched her cheeks with his jaws, lifted her face, and forced her to look directly at him.
His movements were light, but each one revealed a strong desire for control. However, Chu Song was thinking about something and had not noticed it.
"You're not drunk," he said again.
"Okay, but I've been drinking and my mind is still a little unclear... Forget it." Chu Song didn't want to explain anymore. She was indeed bewildered and didn't push him away at the first time.
She rubbed her swollen temples and said, "Let's go back to our rooms and have our own sleep."
"I want to sleep with you."
"What did you say??"
Fan Tingnian looked at her and didn't feel surprised by what he said. "I want to hold you while I sleep."
Chu Song’s mind was even more confused now: “How could you sleep with me…”
"Why not," he gestured to the sofa where they were sitting, "You can sleep here, and I'll hold you and sit here."
The aftereffects of the alcohol took effect, and Chu Song was now sleepy and dizzy, and was also restrained by Fan Tingnian's waist, making him completely unable to move.
"Go to sleep," he lowered his head close to her ear and coaxed her with a very magnetic voice, "If you can't sleep, I can sing a lullaby for you."
As if to reassure her, he added, "Don't do anything else."
After a long time, the girl in his arms couldn't resist the effect of alcohol and finally fell asleep. Fan Tingnian looked down at her, pulled a blanket beside him, wrapped her tightly, then raised his hand and touched her long eyelashes with restraint.
“Sei davvero carina. (It’s so beautiful)”
Then he lowered his head, touched her temple with the tip of his nose, and smelled her hair again.
When Chu Song woke up the next day, Fan Tingnian was gone.
She was woken up once by the sound of a door closing at six or seven in the morning. He must have left at that time.
At this moment, she was lying on her side on the spacious sofa by the window, covered with the blanket from last night, and the air conditioner in the room was turned to the appropriate temperature.
The balcony door was not closed tightly, and the sea breeze blew in from outside, blowing the gauze curtains.
Her temples were still throbbing with pain. She calmed down for a moment, rubbed her brows and sat up. Half of the blanket had slipped off her body, and her clothes were intact. Only the straps on her back were loosened due to the hug. The scene of last night emerged in her mind.
She was not completely blackout. She knew what happened last night, but the final scene was a bit blurry. She only remembered that Fan Tingnian kept patting her back and coaxing her to sleep.
And it was already dawn when he left this morning. Did he really just sit here with her until that time?
Chu Song found it even more incredible that she kissed Fan Tingnian because he held her in his arms for the entire night.
Her mind was a mess now.
She sat there with her legs draped over the sofa for an unknown amount of time before her cell phone suddenly rang. She reached over and turned off the eight o'clock alarm, then slowly got up and walked towards the bathroom.
She went to bed early last night and is not very sleepy now, but the wine she drank yesterday was still quite strong and she reacts slowly to alcohol, so her head still hurts a little now.
She spat the mouthwash into the sink, took her clothes and towel and went to take a shower. When she came out it was already past half past eight.
There was a missed call on the communication tool in the room, indicating that it was from the restaurant. She hesitated for a moment and had not decided whether to call back when the third call came in.
She wiped the sleep from her hair and answered, "Hello?"
It was Aunt Sophie, whose voice was like the sound of nature: "Chu Song? Mr. Fan asked why you didn't come to dinner."
Chu Song stopped drying her hair and was silent for two seconds: "I just finished taking a shower, so I may have to wait a while before I can come over for dinner, Auntie."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, probably because Sophie was asking Fan Tingnian for his opinion.
After a moment, Sophie's voice came again: "He said he's waiting for you."
"......" Chu Song didn't know if it was her illusion, but she felt that Fan Tingnian seemed to have changed. He didn't speak like this before. He was a very cold person.
She was still hesitating when there was suddenly some noise on the other end of the phone, and then someone else answered the phone.
"It's me."
Chu Song was stunned for a moment. Thinking that the phone was not soundproof, their conversation might be heard by others, she thought for a moment and said politely, "I know, Mr. Fan."
There was a slight change in the man's expression, and he looked unhappy.
He glanced at the glass on the table: "Today we have your favorite grape juice."
"Okay, thank you. I'll be right there to eat."
After hanging up the phone, Chu Song first tidied up the room. Thinking that he couldn't keep the boss waiting too long, he simply changed his clothes and hurried to the restaurant.
It was already nine o'clock when we arrived at the restaurant.
As soon as she entered the door, Sophie called her over: "Come in."
She glanced at the man sitting with his back to her and walked in: "Aunt Sophie."
There were other servants standing at the door. When they saw Chu Song walk over, they followed her and helped her pull out a chair.
Chu Song had just sat down when Sophie brought over a tray of food: "How was your fun yesterday? I really like the gift you gave me."
Chu Song smiled faintly: "I'm glad you like it. If there's a chance, I can carve something else for you."
After a brief conversation, Sophie left and went to the small kitchen next door to prepare something.
Although Sophie had left, there were other servants in the huge restaurant, not just her and Fan Tingnian. Chu Song seemed less restrained.
Fan Tingnian didn't seem to have any plans and was quietly cutting the beef on the plate.
She no longer looked at him. She didn't know how to face him.
Her heart was beating fast, but she didn't show it on her face. She lowered her head and cut the toast on the plate, then picked out two slices of fried bacon and put them in.
After taking two bites, she felt that Fan Tingnian seemed to be observing her.
She had noticed it a few days ago, that he would occasionally look at her for a long time, but it was never as obvious as today.
It felt a bit strange to be stared at while eating, so Chu Song took a deep breath.
Fortunately, within two minutes, a phone call rescued her. The phone on the dining table vibrated, and Wen Yao's caller ID popped up on the screen.
"Sorry, I have to go out and answer a phone call." She half stood up and left her seat.
The man glanced at her phone and asked, "Why can't I answer it here?"
"It's my friend calling, I didn't want to disturb your meal."
"No, and you've answered the phone in my studio before."
Chu Song thought about it and realized that it was indeed the case. There was no reason to force herself to go out. She sat down and answered the phone.
Wen Yao called to ask her about the competition. She had just given Chu Song the contact information of that junior schoolmate, but she didn't know whether they had communicated well.
Chu Song aimlessly tapped the glass on the table with his left hand and tried to keep his voice down. "Yes, there's a girl in her dorm who's also going to participate, so I invited her to join us. Now there are three of us. We've formed a small group and are deciding on a theme."
Wen Yao: "So you are still short of people, right?"
Chu Song nodded: "We are still short of people. Generally, four to five people in a team is best."
"Great! Does Duan Linsheng want to be on your team?" Wen Yao said excitedly. "I saw his WeChat Moments today. He's studying artificial intelligence, and he posted about this as well. I liked it and chatted with him in the comments. He happened to mention your competition."
Duan Linsheng is a classmate of her and Wen Yao.
Chu Song was a little surprised: "He wants to participate too?"
"No, we're friends, so I asked him if he was interested, and he said he'd like to participate if the opportunity presented itself." It's not unusual for someone studying artificial intelligence to participate in a tech-focused competition like this. "But I didn't mention you, I just casually asked him. I figured if you wanted to include him, I'd ask for your help. If you don't, I won't bother."
"Didn't you have a crush on him before? I later heard that he also liked you when we were in school. Anyway, if you feel embarrassed, you don't have to contact him for help. I'm just asking you."
After Wen Yao finished speaking, Chu Song felt that the atmosphere in the restaurant was a little subtle. The man in front of her seemed to stop what he was doing and glanced at her.
She didn't like Duan Linsheng. When they were in school, Duan Linsheng sat in front of her. He had good grades, good personality and character. During adolescence, she didn't understand many emotions and thought that was just affection. Now she thinks it can only be called admiration.
But as old classmates, they all have WeChat. She knew that Duan Linsheng went to a very good school after the college entrance examination. If he was interested in participating in this competition, teaming up with him would certainly be a good choice.
Chu Song wasn't someone who would give up a good opportunity just because of a little embarrassment: "Then let me ask, we are indeed lacking someone with a professional foundation right now."
"Okay," Wen Yao agreed. She knew Chu Song was shy, and most of the time she was the one who acted as a lubricant. "It just so happens that I just talked to him this morning. Can I help you create a group?"
Chu Song thought this was fine and agreed, "Okay."
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Author's words: Fan Tingnian: Danger [Split]
Don't worry, I'll drink this wine again, and send a red envelope in the comment section [Sahua]
The second update will be at 10-12pm, I will post it when I finish writing it~
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