Chapter 72 10.03 / Fiancée Regardless of the magnitude or duration...
Chu Song came back with some water, and Fan Tingnian was still sitting on the sofa playing with the dog.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't really playing with the dog. The dog was struggling under his hands, trying to break free from the leash, and he could only hold it down with one hand.
It was drizzling when they came back from downstairs, and both of their hair was wet to varying degrees. Chu Song had just taken care of himself in the bathroom, and now he had a towel in his right hand, which he was going to give to Fan Tingnian.
As she approached, she handed the towel over. The short-haired white dog lying on the ground barked at her twice: "Woof."
Chu Song was still a little scared. After handing over the towel, he thought for a moment, put the cup in his right hand on the coffee table, and sat on another single sofa away from Fan Tingnian.
The turbulent emotions she had felt downstairs had finally calmed down a little. She had just cleaned the tear marks on her face in the bathroom.
The man sitting on the sofa stopped petting his dog, glanced up at her, and saw where she was sitting: "Are you afraid of me?"
"No," Chu Song quickly waved her hand, then gestured to the dog lying on the ground, staring at her intently. "...I'm a little afraid of dogs."
After the words fell, the room fell into a strange silence again.
It had been a long time since they had sat face to face like this. Chu Song didn't know what to say, and the other person, who was not very socially sensitive, probably didn't feel the awkwardness and didn't say anything.
But he kept staring at her.
"..." After a moment, Chu Song stood up, looked around, and made small talk, "...I didn't ask you to come over before. Do you want to see my house? I've rented here since I graduated and have lived here for two years."
The man's expression was indifferent. He looked down from her eyebrows to her lips. He was silent for a moment and said calmly: "Are you asking me to stay and sleep?"
“What?” Chu Song didn’t understand why he understood what he just said in that way.
But it's okay for her to stay. We've slept together before, so it would seem a bit hypocritical to refuse now.
She looked towards the bedroom behind her and hesitated: "But my bedroom is a bit small."
The bed was a bit small too.
The person on the sofa didn't seem to hear her words. He bent down and tied the dog to the leg of the coffee table. He stood up from the sofa and looked at her: "Let's go."
"Hmm?" Chu Song looked up.
The man came over and gestured, "Where do you want to visit?"
This house was indeed rented by Chu Song when she graduated. It has been more than two years now, and many things have been replaced according to her living habits.
There is a low shelf at the entrance, on which are placed some comics and picture albums she collected through various channels. There are several Japanese comics posters hanging on the TV wall in the living room.
Having lived there for a long time, she had some feelings for this house, so when she went to visit the city where Fan Tingnian lived in the summer, she did not cancel the lease even though she knew she would be there for a long time.
The house is over 70 square meters in total, with two bedrooms and a living room. She can see the whole house in a blink of an eye, but since it was Chu Song who proposed it, she still took Fan Tingnian to see it.
First the kitchen, then the study.
"This used to be a second bedroom, but it's a bit small and no one lives there, so I turned it into a study..."
"Well," the man picked up a book on the table, "Why are you reading Child Psychology?"
"Um, ah? I just bought it when I went to the bookstore with a friend." Chu Song walked over and took the book from his hand.
Fan Tingnian put down his hand and looked at her.
When I first came in, I turned on the light in the study, but it had been used for a long time and one of the bulbs in the study chandelier was broken. I didn't have time to replace it, so only one bulb was lit, casting a soft orange light.
Chu Song’s scalp tingled from being stared at. After a moment, he finally asked, “…What’s wrong?”
Fan Tingnian looked at her for a moment and asked naturally, "Do you want a child?"
??? What a huge misunderstanding.
Chu Song waved his hands like a fan: "No, no, no, I didn't. I was just looking around."
As she spoke, she pulled the book out of his other hand and put it back in its place. The man gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer.
He stood in front of her with his back to the light, blocking the light from the ceiling behind him and casting his tall shadow.
Being so close, Chu Song was enveloped by his breath and shadow. Her eyes fell on the fabric of his clothes on his chest and she felt his thumb rubbing against the skin of her wrist.
He suddenly leaned closer: "Teach me."
She subconsciously raised her head and stepped back with her right foot, trying to retreat, but because her hand was caught, she couldn't leave his area of influence: "What?"
He lowered his head, his lips touched the tip of her nose, his voice clear and low: "Teach me how to fall in love."
After he kissed the tip of her nose, he stood up, looked at her with deep eyes, and said very naturally: "I can't."
His attitude was so righteous that Chu Song was speechless. He took a half step back, his face burning, “I…I don’t know how to do that either.”
After a long while, the man slowly responded, looked into her eyes, and said in a very compassionate tone: "It's okay, I can wait for you to learn."
? ?
What on earth is he so arrogant about!
When visiting the bedroom, Chu Song felt a little ambiguous. After just two glances, she wanted to kick him out.
"Okay, that's it," she spread her hands, showing her room, then she put them away, gently pushed Fan Tingnian's arm, and led him out. "The bedroom is nothing to see, let's take a look at the living room."
Fan Tingnian held her wrist, pulled down her hand that was pushing him away, glanced at her bed, and asked bluntly, "Your bed is small, can we sleep together?"
Chu Song's ears felt hot, and the blush that had barely subsided in the study rose again. Her gaze drifted away, trying not to look at him, and she murmured, "We...we don't have to sleep together."
"Yeah." Fan Tingnian walked forward and sat down on her bed. He grabbed her wrist with his left hand and pulled it gently. Chu Song was led by him and leaned forward, with one leg barely supporting the ground and the other leg kneeling on him.
Because of embarrassment, she was anxious and angry, and whispered: "What are you doing?"
He placed his right hand on her lower back, his eyes tracing her expression, and said slowly, "But as far as I know, couples should sleep together."
"You want to teach me how to fall in love, right?" He seemed very persistent about this topic.
Chu Song moved her legs and felt her knees hitting something. She didn't know if it was her illusion, but that spot was faintly rising.
This was a very bad posture, so she gritted her teeth and answered his question first: "Yes, right..."
"Well," Fan Tingnian looked into her eyes and tilted his head to ask, "Then what should I call you?"
Chu Song was confused by his words: "Hmm?"
"Should I call you teacher?" His gaze fell from the tip of her nose to her lips, and he said slowly and calmly, "Teacher, can we kiss now?"
This is not good! This is very not good!
Chu Song now realized that he actually didn't need any skills at all, because he was too straightforward, so straightforward that just a few words from him could make people blush.
She forced herself to correct him: "Don't call me teacher..."
"What's the name then?" He held her waist, his slender fingers exerting strength on her waist. "So should I call you student, and you call me teacher?"
This is even worse...
Chu Song tried to hold himself together: "Don't scream, you may not understand, it's strange for couples to scream like this, it's a kind of role-playing..."
"Well," Fan Tingnian seemed uninterested in her explanation and changed the subject, "I want to kiss you now."
"If you want to play role-playing games in the future, I can cooperate with you," he said.
Chu Song was shocked: "Why would I want to play that?"
"That's what I want?" He didn't quite understand what she was saying. "It doesn't matter. It's all fine. But I want to kiss you now."
As soon as he finished speaking, he rubbed his fingertips across her lips and lifted her chin.
Chu Song didn't know why, but she felt as nervous as if it was her first kiss. Her heart trembled and she closed her eyes tightly. Then she felt fingers reaching into her sweater and a breath approaching.
He seemed to be sniffing, from the tip of his nose to his chin, and then to the side of his neck. The kiss did not fall for a long time, but he kept smelling her.
Chu Song felt like he was being tortured to death.
Finally, he stopped when he smelled the crook of her neck, and pressed the tip of his tall nose against her neck as he had pressed it against other places before, and whispered, "Did you wear perfume today?"
Chu Song's voice was weak, and he held his shoulders and shook his head: "No."
"It's strange, but it still smells good," he commented.
Then he lowered his lips and kissed a mark on her neck.
The place where he was kissed felt itchy, and his spine was numb. Chu Song couldn't hold up his body anymore and knelt on him completely.
Then he pinched her chin and kissed her on the lips.
His fingers dug into the hem of her sweater, his fingertips repeatedly scraping the sensitive skin on her side, forcing her to let go. His tongue tip dipped in and wrapped around her lips and tongue.
Chu Song began to pant from his kiss, and her legs went weak. She wanted to sit down, but he held her hips directly.
After a long time, he relented and slowly picked up her hair from her shoulders and put it behind her. He looked at her in the scattered light behind her: "Can you take off your clothes? I want to see you."
"Inside and outside, take off everything." He looked at her and emphasized.
Chu Song was still panting, her tongue and brain were numb. Even before, when the two of them did those things, she had never taken off her clothes in front of him.
She was really embarrassed and knelt down to move back: "You... this is considered hooliganism."
The man raised his eyebrows slightly, and after a moment, he raised his right hand and placed it on the collar of his shirt: "Then I take it off? I can take it off and show you."
Before Chu Song could stop him, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
He took off his shirt and threw it aside. He supported himself on the bed with one hand and looked at her: "Do you want to touch me? I won't think you are a hooligan."
"..." Chu Song didn't want to touch her. She wanted to run away. She suspected that he had been working out recently. That's why his muscles looked so good again.
She swallowed, finally sobering up a little, and supported his legs to move down: "No more touching, are you hungry..."
The man's eyes fell on her movements. When she stepped back again, he grabbed her wrist and pressed it against his abdomen. He said lightly, a little confused: "Don't you want to touch me? You used to like touching me when you were drunk."
Chu Song's palms were burned by his muscles. His abdominal muscles were well-defined, and when his fingers touched them, her body also felt hot unconsciously.
He carefully observed her expression, and after a moment, he said firmly: "So you still like it."
His eyes flickered over her body. “Your cheeks are red and your body is shaking.”
After that, he didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he lifted her up and turned her over, pressing her down. Chu Song's bed was only one and a half meters wide, and the two of them sank into the bed, almost occupying the entire bed.
Chu Song's body trembled from the kiss. When he held her calf and kissed her ankle, she couldn't help but shudder violently.
Then he leaned over and was about to kiss other places, but before kissing, he stopped, looked at her deeply for a few times, and praised her seriously.
"very beautiful."
Chu Song was praised so much that her body turned pink in the moonlight. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she put one foot on his shoulder: "Fan Tingnian, don't..."
"Don't want what?" The man looked at her and scratched it with his fingers. "Don't want to praise it?"
First chant, look up.
His fingers were so long that she always thought he was suitable for playing the piano.
He pulled out his fingers, lowered his head and kissed her, then pulled her to sit on him and gave her an evaluation: "Your bed is too small. It's not suitable for us to do some exercise. I think we need to move to another place."
As he finished speaking, the bed that had been in service for many years creaked.
Fan Tingnian wiped the sweat from her neck and continued his comment: "Whether it's the magnitude of the shaking or the duration, your bed can't handle it."
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