Chapter 49 Chapter 49 Your lips are soft, and your body is also...
Xin Tong stared at the empty ceiling, her face full of confusion.
"At first, I thought it was He Tianqi who did it."
"He looked down on me, thinking I was a loser unworthy of inheriting the group. He also wanted to maintain his elite image in the eyes of others, so he kept monitoring and testing me everywhere."
"I called him an outsider in front of my parents, exposing the shortcomings of a blood relative. I knew we were at loggerheads for a long time. I thought he would go to such lengths to get rid of me and take all the family wealth."
"I had nightmares for a week, and couldn't sleep every night. But after a week of fear, I realized it wasn't him."
"It's someone I can't hold responsible. He was just young and naive. He simply didn't like me and wanted to make me suffer. He never expected this to happen."
"Now everything is over. The multiple factors involved make it impossible to trace the cause and determine a single charge. But I do realize how fleeting and fragile human life is. If I hadn't met you in that mountain, I would have perished long ago in a foreign land."
Her voice was soft, but she spoke clearly.
He reeked of alcohol, and I couldn't tell if it was from being drunk or just mentally confused.
She was getting drunker. Her senses were starting to fade, her vision was blurry, and her hearing wasn't very good. For a long moment, she didn't hear the man's response. She propped herself up and stared at him, bewildered.
"Why don't you speak?"
Her whole face was red, she stared at him dazedly for a while, and suddenly said,
"Don't you remember when I was talking about this?"
She added very sweetly, "The time we kissed."
"Kiss. Remember."
"Mouth to mouth, I took the initiative."
"It was very cold in the cave. And you were holding me."
"And your lips are soft, your body smells good, and your chest muscles are firm..."
——"I can remember it."
Her words were suddenly interrupted by the man's gnashing voice.
"Oh. That's good."
She kept quiet quite obediently.
Neither of them spoke again.
I don't know what to say. I don't know what to say.
The long, cold, dark, snowy nights they shared beneath the starry sky were a deep memory, and the unknown fear of dying in the snowy mountains lingered in their minds. Having experienced it together, they naturally empathized with each other.
The bar was deserted, the lights flickering, the saxophone playing slowly. The atmosphere grew increasingly heavy and unpredictable amid the drunken murmurs of the guests.
Although her tone was confused, she could still hear the open-mindedness that was her usual attitude towards life. She felt that the consequences were cumulative and that responsibility could not be traced, so she considered it all in the past.
The sadness of tonight is a sudden feeling of confusion and emotion. Only tonight, only a little.
…
It became quiet between the two again.
The Bluetooth speaker in the bar was playing black R&B from the last century, Whitney Houston's "You Give Good Love".
Always on the run
I've been looking for someone
Now you're here like you've been before
And you know just what I need
It took some time for me to see
That you give good love to me baby
So good, take this heart of mine into your hands
Never achieved results
I'm always looking for someone
That's you, my returning lover
You know everything about me
It took me so long to see it clearly
You gave me unparalleled love
Unforgettable love, I entrust my heart to you
…
The piano sounds like a heartbeat.
The two of them sat in the same row listening to music.
Xin Tong stared at the transparent Colin glass in her hand. The cold, moist, bright red wine looked like blood, and droplets trickled down onto her fingers.
This wine is called Metropolitan.
The rays above her head were shining brightly. She saw Jiang Chongyan's figure beside her through the reflection of the transparent wall of Colin's cup.
He was silent and expressionless, slouching back on the sofa with only the glass of lemon soda in hand.
He doesn't like to talk. If Xin Tong doesn't speak, there will be silence between the two of them.
Unspoken words.
There is only the ever-beating heart and the blood flowing quietly under the skin as they sit side by side.
There were only two glasses of transparent iced drinks placed together, and a woman's voice reverently chanting about love in the background.
…
Xin Tong began to drink cup after cup again. Feeling dizzy, he suddenly stood up unsteadily and started walking forward.
Jiang Chongyan kept watching the drunk's movements, "Where are you going?"
She didn't answer. She couldn't see anything clearly but still stumbled forward, saying, "I want to fly, I want to fly."
He suddenly jumped up into the sky, and then his legs suddenly went limp. Just before he was about to lose his balance and kneel straight down on the ground, a hand reached out from behind to protect his abdomen.
The whole person was lifted up and fell crookedly into the arms of the person behind him.
“…”
The man behind her was too tall and stiff all over, and the fabric of his clothes brushed against the side of her face. It was uncomfortable.
Her knees weakened again, and just before she was about to slide down, she heard the man exhale heavily.
"When you want to drink, you suddenly pull me over. When you get drunk, you want to go out again."
The next second she was lifted up again, then turned towards the door, and heard Jiang Chongyan's casual voice.
Like a provocateur.
"Can you walk?"
Who are you looking down on?
Xin Tong suddenly became aggressive, pushed him away, and marched forward.
"Who said we can't leave? Who said we can't leave?"
"See? I'm still walking in a straight line, see?"
"I see."
The man behind her followed her, staring at her strange movements, standing two or three steps away from her, just following her rhythm.
He didn't help her or rush her. When he saw a glass door in front of him, he gently pulled her shawl to the side, made sure she passed through it, and then let go.
The door opened and a cold wind blew in.
There was a refreshing chill in my breath, and when I looked up, I saw the dark sky filled with stars.
Jiang Chongyan put his hands in his pockets and slowly followed the drunkard.
She was wearing a haute couture gown and walking unsteadily. The tiny gemstones on the white gauze skirt looked like stars in the Milky Way at night. She was very beautiful, so fresh and beautiful, like the fog and wind by the river at 8:30 in the evening.
She was drunk. The world in her eyes was hazy and free at that moment. She could ride on the wind and keep the moon company. She could really fly.
Xin Tong stumbled forward, her steps small.
The man was tall and had long legs, and he could have covered her several steps in one step. But he just followed her slowly.
She turned left, and he followed. She stopped, and he stopped too.
The high heels made a crisp tapping sound on the cold, hard ground, but the owner walked unsteadily, so the sound was intermittent, sometimes in front, sometimes behind, sometimes hurried, and sometimes stopped in place.
The slender ankle was like a white lotus root. The night was dark, all around was black, only she was white.
The visual center, the source of light, the brightest white paint on the black canvas, the only vivid living thing in the static and stagnant world.
Winter is coming to Wucheng.
Jiang Chongyan stared at the woman's back.
There was a clear breeze ahead and moonlight fell on her hair.
…
Pedestrians were walking in groups of three or four on the roadside when the streetlight above their heads suddenly flashed due to poor contact.
Jiang Chongyan stopped and saw that the woman suddenly stopped walking.
She looked up, staring at a tree by the roadside, the head in the back looking full of confusion.
After a while, he suddenly gathered his strength and jumped up, trying to reach the branch with his fingertips.
He walked up and heard Xin Tong mumbling.
"Huh? Why is this doorbell so high up?"
"Is anyone there? Open the door, I'm home!"
“…” Jiang Chongyan stood beside her and watched her jump around quietly for a while.
He glanced down at the high heels on her feet.
Then he reached out and grasped her shawl, and led her to the flowers by the roadside.
The plants in the flowerbed grow tall, rising from the ground all the way up to the same height as people's line of sight.
He grasped her shawl and pulled it downwards by her arm, until she reached a branch at chest level that she could reach without having to jump up.
"Wrong doorbell. This is your doorbell."
Xin Tong was stunned for a few seconds.
He said "oh" and touched the bare branch again.
The leaves are gray-green, and at the end, a big red camellia blooms.
"This doorbell is really special. There's even a camellia."
She murmured as she touched it, "New Chinese doorbell."
"..." Jiang Chongyan stood beside her, squinted his eyes and looked at her for a while, then said, "How could you get drunk like this after going out drinking with others?"
Xin Tong snorted when he heard that.
"I wouldn't."
She came closer triumphantly, as if telling him a secret.
"You know, you all say I'm stupid and a fool, but I never drink when I'm out. Many people want to take advantage of my drunkenness to get my phone, but none of them succeed."
"Although I'm a playboy and have flirtations with everyone, I don't fall in love easily, let alone get married hastily. I'm an only child, a very popular status. There are so many Phoenix men in society nowadays. What if someone takes advantage of me and wipes out my entire family?"
What a sober modern woman.
If she wasn't drunk and unconscious at this moment, so drunk that she mistook a branch on the roadside for a doorbell.
Jiang Chongyan was suddenly speechless when he saw the absurd scene of a drunkard telling him about his cautious principle of not drinking.
Then I actually laughed out loud.
This time his smile was neither a sneer nor an angry laugh.
It was a helpless laugh caused by the sudden cold humor.
"Miss, you are really cautious."
"You never drink outside, so why are you drinking like this now when you're with me?"
The question was asked, but no answer was received.
Xin Tong lowered her head and saw something, and suddenly her eyes lit up.
He immediately reached out to grab something.
The thing flew away effortlessly. It was a butterfly.
Xin Tong followed the butterfly's trajectory closely, and then followed it all the way. One flew, the other caught.
The butterflies flew into the low grass, and she squatted down, catching butterflies in the grass by the roadside in the middle of the night while wearing an expensive haute couture dress.
Jiang Chongyan walked slowly to her side.
He squatted down, knelt on one knee, rested his elbow on his thigh, and looked at her expressionlessly.
"Do you know who you look like now?"
Xin Tong stared at the butterfly intently, her expression a little confused.
"who?"
"Zhen Huan? Fragrant Concubine?"
The eldest young master raised the corner of his mouth with a faint arc, and his smile was a bit evil.
“Like Sprite.”
"Sprite loves to catch butterflies."
Xin Tong's face, which had been laughing just now, suddenly fell.
"You are the dog!"
Jiang Chongyan laughed loudly as his evil temptation was satisfied.
His eyebrows were spread out, and the corners of his lips were stretched, revealing two sharp fangs, like the sharp teeth of a little devil. His usually sharp face was hidden in the moonlight, and his smile was open and proud, revealing a clear and evil aura like that of a young man.
Xin Tong glared at him for a while.
But suddenly his attention was drawn by something else.
She looked at something not far away, her eyes suddenly paused, then she immediately stood up and walked out in a few steps like an arrow.
There was a fat man standing at the foot of the wall.
He was standing facing the wall with his legs spread apart, his head lowered, his hands fiddling with something in front of him. From behind, one could see a thin stream of water flowing down the wall between his legs.
Xin Tong walked up behind him in a few steps, lifted her skirt and kicked him.
"If you can't hold it in, die!"
“Isn’t it disgusting?”
Xin Tong was drunk and her clothes were inconvenient, so her kick didn't have much strength. The fat man was just kicked forward and leaned against the wall.
Then he turned around, holding a cigarette in his mouth, without even pulling up his pants, and cursed angrily, "Fuck your grandpa!" and raised his right hand high towards Xin Tong.
The next second, Xin Tong was suddenly pulled into a large embrace with a cold atmosphere.
Then a large hand covered her eyes, her head spun around, and she was pressed tightly into the pleasant-smelling embrace of the man in front of her.
Immediately afterwards, the fat man was kicked to the ground with a scream.
Jiang Chongyan frowned, not even looking at the fat man's lower body whose pants were not even pulled up. He rubbed the soles of his shoes on the ground in disgust and spat out two words.
"Get lost."
Jiang Chongyan looks very fierce when he doesn't smile. He has golden hair, dark skin, cold eyebrows and sharp features, as if he carries several lives on his back.
The fat man was frightened silly and lay on the ground trembling. After a while, he pulled up his pants and ran away in panic.
…
Jiang Chongyan withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyes.
The person in my arms was still struggling.
It was even harder to catch than a freshly caught fish. Even with its eyes covered, it refused to behave. It pried at his hands with both hands, trying desperately to pull them away from its eyes.
"Why are you covering my eyes? I can't see! Jiang Chongyan!"
The man remained unmoved.
After struggling for a while, her movements became smaller. Xin Tong was tired, her head was dizzy, and she was drunk. Her cheeks were hot and she lay drunk in the man's arms.
It finally calmed down.
Jiang Chongyan let go of his hand and saw a face that was flushed red but with closed eyes and a drunken look.
He took out her phone from her bag, placed it in front of her, and unlocked it.
Then asked her the driver's phone number.
How could Xin Tong understand? She closed her eyes and fell asleep on his chest.
Jiang Chongyan looked down at her expressionlessly for a while.
He finally let out a deep breath, put the phone in his pocket, then picked the person up and walked into the darkness ahead.
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