Chapter 121 Ye Yuying had never imagined this...
Ye Yuying had never imagined that Cheng Mingdu would kiss someone in this way.
She had originally thought his kiss would be just a light peck, and even the most casual peck in her imagination had been enough to make her heart flutter.
But now, the reality is almost taking her heart out.
Especially after the fever, the dizziness made her feel as if she had fallen into an endless trampoline, and even the air felt hot and humid.
She was forced to lean back, her hands gripping his shirt as if trying to survive, the faint warmth of his body and his well-defined muscles stimulating her sense of touch.
My heart was pounding wildly, responding awkwardly and clumsily.
Even though she had already taken the initiative twice, this was the first time they had engaged in such a complex and in-depth mutual probing. She was acting too much like a novice, even though they were both novices.
But for Cheng Mingdu, kissing was just as exciting and thrilling as conquering the world championships back then, and he just happened to have a natural talent for it.
She almost thought that his next step was to indulge in promiscuity with her.
But the next second, he suddenly stopped.
He didn't move away, but remained motionless, his forehead pressed against hers, his breathing hot and disordered, while her breath was scalding.
Her lips trembled as she asked, "Aren't you afraid of getting infected?"
"Don't be afraid." As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand to support Ye Yuying's falling body, his expression immediately turning to worry. "You're sick, let me take you to rest first."
She didn't say a word, but raised her hand to wrap around his strong waist.
"I still can't quite believe it's real." The way she hugged him was the kind of hug born from extreme insecurity.
She kept shaking her head: "I've had similar dreams many times, and every time I believed they were real until I woke up in a fright and realized that it was all an illusion."
Cheng Mingdu opened his arms and hugged her back, pressing her head against his shoulder. He smiled helplessly and whispered in her ear, "How do you want to verify that I'm real?"
"...Why don't you pinch me?" You could tell from her opening line that this was a terrible idea.
Cheng Mingdu wouldn't do that; he simply stepped back slightly. "Let's let time tell."
He put his arm around her and led her to the elevator. Her expression changed slightly, and she asked, "Are you going to take me down?"
He noticed her anxiety and was momentarily lost in thought. Looking into her eyes, he said, "Aying, why have you always been so insecure?"
She remained silent, only instinctively grasping his hand, her eyes slightly reddening: "With you here, I always feel safe. Right now, this is something I dare not imagine. If this is a dream, then let me die in this dream..."
Cheng Mingdu's hand paused.
The elevator doors slid open with a "ding," but he didn't go in immediately; instead, he stood there quietly.
The emergency light at the end of the corridor was dim and yellow, shining from the side onto her face, revealing the unfathomable fear and longing in her eyes.
That wasn't an exaggerated love confession; it was the truth...
She was truly afraid of waking up, afraid that everything would return to square one, afraid that she would still be all alone.
"I'll go downstairs with you, and I'll leave after you take your medicine and fall asleep, okay?"
Her gaze instantly relaxed, and her silence was tantamount to acquiescence, though her head continued to unconsciously rub against his neck.
Cheng Mingdu's brow furrowed, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
Cheng Mingdu watched the elevator doors close again, sighed, and bent down to pick her up in his arms.
She was too exhausted to express her surprise, and even somewhat enjoyed the dizzying sensation.
She rested her head on his shoulder, her body heat seeping through the fabric. She fiddled with the buttons on his shirt collar and asked, "Aren't you going downstairs?"
He turned around with her in his arms, unusually candid in facing his own feelings: "No, come to my place."
Looking down, he was somewhat surprised to see a faint hint of elation on the face that was still weak.
"Don't overthink it..." he cleared his throat and whispered a reminder to her.
She lowered her eyes, said "oh," and then smiled, snuggling into his arms: "But I'm still very happy, even just looking at you makes me happy. Today, there's another happy little girl in the world."
He couldn't help but chuckle, "You're so happy even when you're sick."
"I'm happiest when I'm with you." She made no attempt to hide her happiness.
He gently touched her forehead with his cheek in response.
I could rightfully crawl into Cheng Mingdu's quilt; its clean scent gave me an indescribable warmth.
She huddled under the covers, peeking out half her head, watching Cheng Mingdu pace back and forth, and couldn't help but remind him, "Why aren't you coming over yet?"
Cheng Mingdu prepared warm water and a medicine box in the room before coming over. He reached out and touched her forehead with the back of his hand, then handed her the electronic thermometer after setting it to zero: "Take your temperature first."
Reluctantly, she reached for the thermometer, silently pulled back under the covers, and said, "Just sleep with me for a while."
Cheng Mingdu paused, a hint of surprise in his eyes as he looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Ye Yuying, are you just eighteen or am I? How come you're more mature than me?"
Ye Yuying's cheeks burned even more. She lay back down on the pillow, regaining her composure. "I won't be cheeky anymore..."
Cheng Mingdu dimmed the lights in the room, grabbed his bathrobe, and walked out. After a few steps, as if remembering something, he turned around and, sure enough, met a pair of bright black eyes on the bed.
"I'm going to take a shower, it'll be quick."
"Oh..." A slightly disappointed yet forcedly obedient voice came from the bed.
"Aying," he called to her from the corridor.
She looked over from the bed and said, "You're so clingy..."
She nodded obediently: "Yes, I'll stick to you."
He smiled, turned around, and went to the bathroom.
When Cheng Mingdu returned, Ye Yuying, who had taken antipyretics, was already drowsy and her body was fluctuating between hot and cold.
Noticing someone lying down beside her, she quickly regained her senses and silently turned over to hug his waist.
"Are you feeling better?" Cheng Mingdu's fragrance was even stronger after his bath, and the warm blankets made her feel especially at ease.
She became unusually quiet, her body burning hot but also shivering, her teeth chattering. "It's just... a little cold."
Cheng Mingdu reached out and adjusted the blanket covering her, then pulled her into his arms. "How about this?"
"It's still...cold." Her voice was fragile, like loose snowflakes on the ground.
He held her tighter, and she remained silent. After a long while, his collar became damp with her silent tears.
"Why are you crying..." he whispered in Ye Yuying's ear.
Ye Yuying shook her head, seemingly unable to explain why, and said vaguely, "I'm starting to...believe it's true."
She wasn't content with just hugging him from the side; instead, she nestled against him like a kitten, pressing her ear against his chest to listen to his heartbeat, burying her head in his soft, warm neck, and silently shedding tears.
As she grew up, she seemed to have more moments of inexplicable tears. She discovered that sadness in adulthood was often not pure suffering, but a mixture of tears and joy.
"Brother, I have so much to tell you..." After saying this, she stopped talking. Her voice gradually faded as she spoke, slowly turning into even breathing.
Cheng Mingdu raised his hand, hesitated for a long time, and finally gently pulled the pajamas on her back to cover her waistline.
The movement was very light; his fingers trembled slightly when they touched her skin.
Suddenly, I realized that I could no longer treat her as the child who needed to be taken care of.
She has grown up, has her own thoughts, emotions, struggles, and can even resist societal norms and express love in such an almost insane way.
He gently pressed her head back into his arms, and slowly stroked her back with his palm.
That night, Ye Yuying, despite having a high fever and sweating profusely all night, experienced one of the few nights in many years that was dreamless and peaceful.
The morning sunlight slanted in through the gaps in the heavy curtains, illuminating the corner by the bed. The light seemed to come alive, as if it could breathe, shimmering and dancing.
The scene last night was too real; she dared not make a move, fearing that if she did, everything would fall apart.
She blinked and realized that her arms were still wrapped around Cheng Mingdu's waist.
It was a very natural posture, as if one had fallen asleep like that without realizing it during the night.
The morning light fell softly on the lines of his profile, carrying a hint of barely perceptible weariness. His collar was slightly loose, and a few strands of hair fell across his forehead, making him appear quiet and gentle.
As she looked at it, she felt a strange sense of being enveloped by nostalgic memories.
She gently reached out to touch his hair, but stopped halfway and instead gently kissed his cheek.
"woke up?"
A warm kiss instantly woke him up, and a deep voice sounded in his ear, with the unique magnetism of someone who had just woken up.
She looked up somewhat nervously and met his eyes, which still seemed a little sleepy.
"...When did you wake up?" she asked softly.
He replied casually, a faint smile playing on his lips, "I was awakened by your kiss."
Her ears flushed crimson, and she hurriedly pulled her hand back under the covers, whispering, "I didn't use any force..."
He reached out and gently touched her forehead with the back of his fingers. "The fever has gone down."
The weather cleared up today, and sunlight shone through the layers of leaves, casting fine golden rays, like fireflies in the daytime.
She closed her eyes, lazily enjoying the sunlight on her body, and gradually grew bolder, nuzzling against his ear.
That delicate, cool touch, felt on my forehead, was incredibly satisfying.
“You know what… I’ve imagined this scenario before, but it’s not exactly the same,” she said thoughtfully.
"What's different?" He stretched out his long arm and pulled her close.
"The difference is... in my imagination, you would hug me from behind and pull me into the blankets..."
"And then?" he pressed.
She was speechless for a moment, "I can't imagine what would happen next."
The images in my mind are like the protective measures for minors' images; at a crucial moment, either I wake up from the dream or the scene changes, just like countless boring TV dramas and novels.
He lightly brushed his fingertips along her temple, the movement somewhat casual, yet carrying a certain ambiguity.
"It's better not to think about what happens next," he said. "Otherwise, you'll be blushing again."
Ye Yuying blushed immediately, even the corners of her eyes turning a light pink.
“I didn’t…” she whispered in protest.
Cheng Mingdu's smile deepened. He reached out and tucked the blanket around her, his voice low and gentle, almost coaxing: "Okay."
"Then...give me a hug, just once," she said earnestly, then turned over, her back to him.
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting delicate, dancing shadows on her eyelashes. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with an almost innocent earnestness.
He sighed, and finally reached out to pull her into his arms.
At that moment, the world became exceptionally quiet.
The morning light spread among them, and the dust seemed to slowly swirl in the light.
The back of her head rested against his collarbone, her breath warm and fragrant.
"Does it still feel unreal?" he asked softly.
"Mmm," she responded softly, her fingers unconsciously twirling over his fingers.
He hugged her tighter and leaned down to gently kiss the top of her head.
That kiss was so light it was almost weightless, yet it stirred her heart more turbulently than any words.
“Brother…” she called softly.
"Um?"
"I suddenly feel a little reluctant to go to university."
He paused for a few seconds, then chuckled softly and whispered, "I'll definitely go to school."
His words sounded calm, but there was a hint of reluctance hidden in his tone.
She didn't say anything more, but obediently curled up in his arms, getting closer to that warmth again.
Sunlight gradually crept up the edge of the bed, making their bed seem to float on a clear stone pool. The air was also very comfortable, and even in their later memories, the weather that day was wonderful.
He reached out and smoothed her hair, his fingertips stroking the ends of her hair inch by inch.
"Sleep a little longer," he said softly.
"Hmm," she mumbled in response.
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