Chapter 64 Chapter 64 I have a physiological reaction when I see her...
"Jiang Chongyan! We have buns for breakfast. Do you want some?"
Xin Tong ran over in a hurry.
The door of the room was not closed. She saw from a distance that the door of the bedroom bathroom was open and a man was bending over and rubbing something in the sink.
He was so tall that the sink looked short. His blond, medium-length hair was a mess from sleep. His eyes were downcast, his lips were tightly pursed, and his expression was serious.
His upper body was naked, with slightly tense muscles in his shoulders and arms. His shoulders and back were broad, but narrow at the waist. The shallow outline of his waist and abdomen extended all the way down, with the thinnest part touching the waistband of his black trousers.
The water flowed quietly, and he lowered his head, concentrating his hands as he rubbed the cloth bit by bit.
The hair on top of his head swayed in front of his forehead as he rubbed it.
"Jiang Chongyan!"
Xin Tong ran in without thinking, leaned against the bathroom door and asked him, "Do you want some buns?"
He was startled by the sudden sound.
He suddenly raised his head and met Xin Tong's gaze. He was stunned at first, and then he didn't know what he was thinking about. His face and neck turned red all of a sudden.
Angrily, "Get out!"
"oh."
Xin Tong was not angry. She looked down, took two steps back, and her feet were just outside the bathroom threshold.
"Let's get out, okay?"
"Do you want to eat buns?"
Jiang Chongyan: "...You are not allowed to come in!"
Xin Tong: "I didn't come in."
Jiang Chongyan covered the cloth in the basin with his hands, "...Don't look! Turn around!"
It wouldn't have mattered if he didn't cover it, but once he did, Xin Tong's eyes were drawn to the piece of cloth in his hand.
Xin Tong took a quick glance and saw it at a glance.
"Underwear?"
"!" Jiang Chongyan's face turned green, and he was furious. "No!"
Xin Tong, however, was already well versed in how to get along with this young master, and nodded calmly.
"If you say it's not, then it must be."
"Why are you panicking? It's no big deal to wash your underwear. Everyone washes their underwear, right?"
"I think you should cover your upper body more than just these underwear."
After saying this, Jiang Chongyan suddenly froze, then he remembered that he was not wearing a shirt. He turned around in panic and grabbed the T-shirt next to him and put it on.
When getting dressed, the movements are large and the back muscles bulge for a moment, like undulating mountains.
In the next second, it was covered by the falling clothes.
He had his back to her, his handsome face slightly flushed, and he was gritting his teeth.
"Don't you know to knock before entering someone else's room?"
"You didn't close the door either."
Xin Tong apologized perfunctorily, still smiling and not forgetting her original intention, "Do you want to eat the buns?"
Jiang Chongyan closed his eyes tightly.
I took a deep breath, tried to calm myself down, and finally squeezed out two words.
"No. Eat."
"Why not just say it earlier?"
The woman nodded, got the answer, and ran away in a hurry again.
He ran a few steps and then remembered something. He came back, left a light sentence, "Black. Flat angle. I saw it," and ran away again.
…The surroundings fell into silence again.
Jiang Chongyan slammed the door shut.
*
He took a bath.
The warm water poured down on his face. He stood there with his eyes closed, doing nothing, his mind blank.
Jiang Chongyan hated himself a little bit for being like this.
He had just woken up from his bed five minutes earlier, the incredibly tender feeling in his dream just ending. His face was grim, and he frantically went to the bathroom. Then he saw Xin Tong standing at the door, calling him and speaking to him with a normal expression.
The person who had just appeared in his secret dream, carrying all his vulgar desires, was standing in front of him in reality, and asked him some boring questions with great enthusiasm that he had no intention of listening to.
That moment.
I already know that I am in reality.
Obviously, both of them were fully dressed.
It was only a few steps away, so any abnormal changes in the body would likely be discovered.
——But Jiang Chongyan still reacted uncontrollably.
Shit. He cursed.
His blond hair was wet and stuck to the side of his face, and the water flowed over his muscular upper body. He stared gloomily at the empty space in front of him.
Having practiced dancing for many years and doing core physical training was his normal routine, he had never felt so out of control of his body.
...I hate myself for being like this.
*
This bath took a long time.
After coming out, his hair was half wet. He grabbed a piece of clothing and put on a sweater, then walked out of the room listlessly.
The villa was empty and quiet.
Not a single person.
He had clearly said he didn't want to eat, and everyone knew he didn't eat much, but he still left two buns and a cup of warm soy milk on the table. For him.
After walking around, I didn't see anyone, even the two dogs were gone.
He stood there expressionless for a while.
Suddenly, I heard a sound coming from the backyard.
Walking towards it, he saw from afar his grandmother sitting on a wooden chair in the spacious yard, watering the flowers with a small kettle. Two dogs were running wild in the yard. Xin Tong, wearing rain boots and with his sleeves rolled up, was pulling radishes in the field.
...What a beautiful scene of pastoral life.
The eldest daughter had never been to the countryside, let alone seen farmland and vegetables grown in the fields, so she was extremely excited.
Wearing rain boots he had never worn before, with a smear of mud on his face, he struggled to pull a radish out of the ground, but unfortunately, his technique was so poor that half of the radish broke off in the ground.
He sat down on the ground due to the recoil, cried out in pain twice, then excitedly got up and ran to his grandma to show off his treasure.
"Grandma, look! Am I awesome?"
Grandma stood up, took the clean and dried handkerchief from the clothesline, and sat back to wipe Xintong's face.
"Dirty little girl."
After a while, Coke and Sprite were also tired from running, so they sat down next to Xin Tong, raised their heads and stuck out their tongues to look at their grandma.
"Here are two more filthy ones."
After she finished wiping Xin Tong, she changed the towel and started wiping the dog.
…
Jiang Chongyan stood there and watched from afar.
The moment he saw Xin Tong seemed to be looking in his direction, he quickly lowered his head and looked away.
Dreams are private and secret. If they are not spoken out, they will remain only as fantasies, never to be known by others.
But even if we exclude the dream, some things that happened last night really happened.
Alcohol allergy can cause rapid heartbeat, redness of the body, and dizziness in the brain.
Even if you feel dizzy and think you are dreaming at that time, but after waking up, the clarity will be like cold water pouring over your body, and you will involuntarily remember the body entangled with you last night, the soft body of the person in your arms, the fragrant hair, and the lips that were kissed until they were bright red and moist.
This is not a dream.
This is true.
The relationship is neither close nor far. She is heartless and has many choices. She does not consider herself special.
If we think objectively, there were more confrontations and arguments between the two of them, and they even disliked each other earlier. Strictly speaking, they were just "friends" who had known each other for less than two months.
But they kissed, hugged, had physical contact, and did intimate things that far exceeded the boundaries of friendship.
And he watched helplessly as he fell into a sexual fantasy with this disgusting woman that was the complete opposite of the definition of "disgust."
This proud and rebellious child of destiny could devote a hundred times more energy to the pursuit of worldly achievements and dreams. World-class competitions pitting elite players against each other were easy for him, full of youthful vigor, arrogance, and a cutting-edge edge.
But only when facing her,
The only, most disgusting, most vulgar, evil, lustful and impulsive woman in the world.
Jiang Chongyan was completely helpless.
Always being manipulated, teased, and led around by the nose in pain and frustration.
…
Jiang Chongyan stood in the living room.
The warm sunshine of his hometown shone on him, and the breeze, carrying the damp and distant scent of the farmland, blew through the scattered golden hair beside his ears.
Living in Qiyu Village where I grew up, the vast mountains and plains may give me a little inspiration and courage.
When Xin Tong came back from picking radishes to play with the dog, Jiang Chongyan walked up to her.
He spoke tentatively, awkwardly, his voice low.
"What happened last night."
"You, do you still remember?"
The man put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked away, and tried his best to look nonchalant and casual.
"What do you think?"
How could I not remember?
There were three people and two dogs in the villa, and she was the only one who was awake and present throughout last night.
This woman has a straightforward personality and speaks without restraint. She dares to say anything obscene or vulgar.
Jiang Chongyan was not expecting any answer.
He thought to himself that there was nothing to look forward to. He just asked casually.
He saw that after hearing this, Xin Tong stopped touching the dog and looked up at him.
"last night?"
Xin Tong was indeed frank. She didn't play dumb or evade, which was totally uncharacteristic of her.
What she said was:
"You were sick last night."
She stood up, giggled and patted his shoulder.
——"Don't say such hurtful words."
Don't say such hurtful words.
What feelings?
The two of them are always quarreling, and occasionally their relationship can be called "friends".
I know you took the initiative to kiss me because you were sick and not in your right mind. I was also half-hearted, because it was not a big deal to me anyway.
But that's enough.
Don't say such hurtful things. Don't dwell on it. Relax, it's nothing.
…
At that moment, Jiang Chongyan understood what Xin Tong meant by these seemingly plausible, strange and incomprehensible words.
He felt like he had been hit on the back of the head with a club.
Numbness from head to toe.
He was frightened and alone, feeling cold and sad, his heart pounding. Finally, he slowly lowered his head under Xin Tong's gaze.
My teeth were broken. I squeezed out a few interjections.
"oh."
"Um."
He gave one last smile.
But he didn't give Xin Tong a chance to see his expression and turned and left.
*
A peaceful and beautiful weekend ended in Qi Yu Village.
The small village was a great way to relax. Although I didn't see the meteor shower, I experienced a lot of other things. Xin Tong was in a very good mood throughout the whole process.
Grandma packed a large jar of pickled radish for her and insisted she take it away. She finally secretly left a wad of cash for her. Finally, she drove back to Wucheng on Monday.
Life returned to normal, and she began her busy life alone, attending classes, making clothes, running the market, and making plans.
But she felt that Jiang Chongyan had become much colder towards her.
Normally, I don’t actively avoid seeing each other, but if we meet, I’ll just glance at each other briefly and not say much.
I used to go to Jiang's house for lunch every day, but now I only go once a week, just to see Jiang Yuanbin. They met at the dinner table and sat down to eat at the same table, but we didn't communicate at all.
Xin Tong sometimes went to ask him some questions about plate making, but he never answered. He would leave after eating and would not stay for even a second.
After all, they have known each other for two months. Although they don’t talk much, they can still chat for a few minutes. Xin Tong is a little uncomfortable with this kind of distance.
But when I occasionally brought up a topic, he never responded. He was just like he was in front of everyone else: defiant, sharp, and cold, indifferent to people and things he didn't care about.
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