Chapter 74 Old Love Letters "You really know how to torture me."
During her first formal meeting with Chen Jingchi in her freshman year, he asked her the question she cared about most.
"You knew me before?"
At that time, in order not to arouse his suspicion, Zhou Yu only answered that she had heard his name. Later, the two gradually became familiar with each other and even became lovers. Zhou Yu's purpose in hiding it from him changed from wanting to write lyrics for him to not wanting him to know about her past.
That was Zhou Yu's deepest secret, which she had lied to him about when they broke up. To cover up the lie, she was unwilling to reveal a single detail to him.
After going abroad with Liu Xianya, she thought that Chen Jingchi might have doubts when he went for a follow-up examination, but she did not expect that Aunt Zhao would tell her about their relationship, which completely put her in a position where she could not extricate herself.
His gaze was intense, impossible to ignore. After posing the question, he patiently awaited her answer.
Zhou Yu knew this couldn't be let go, so she ignored her turbulent thoughts and said softly, "Even if I knew, what could I do?"
This can be considered an admission.
Seeing that she finally revealed the truth, Chen Jingchi seemed helpless: "Why did you never tell me this before?"
Zhou Yu raised his head, looking innocent: "You didn't ask either."
That's true.
She added, "The premise of our cooperation was that I couldn't have any improper thoughts about you. I was afraid you would misunderstand, so I had to pretend I didn't know you."
He was speechless.
I never imagined back then that falling in love with her would be such an easy thing.
Chen Jingchi had a premonition that Zhou Yu might be hiding more than just what he had found out today. However, he couldn't find any evidence, couldn't sort out his thoughts, and didn't know how to speak.
He suddenly realized that after dating her for two years, he knew the location of every mole on her body and all her sensitive spots. They were incredibly compatible sexually, but in their private life, he knew very little about her.
Even about her father, he only learned a little from the news and from her cousin.
Getting into her heart is far more difficult than you might imagine.
Ultimately, it was because they had too few opportunities to communicate. Now that he had plenty of time, Chen Jingchi was even more determined to stay here and not leave.
After lunch, Zhou Yu didn't take a nap at home. She was still thinking about her laptop and wanted to take it to the official store for repair during her lunch break. She needed it to prepare lessons before class, and it would be a big problem if it broke.
After leaving the house, she felt like she had forgotten something, but she was busy making an appointment for a check-up at the store, so she didn't think about it too much.
After sitting idle for a morning, the laptop eventually stopped working. Zhou Yu took it to the brand store, where staff informed her that some replacement parts would need to be delivered, and it would take about a week.
She had only recently bought it and had no plans to replace it yet. Hearing this timeframe, she reluctantly accepted: "Okay."
Before class in the afternoon, a few girls chatted with her and mentioned that Mr. Jiang, who teaches analytical mathematics, had mentioned in class today that he asked Ms. Zhou if she was single.
The teachers all had their own offices, and apart from meetings, they were rarely seen. Zhou Yu couldn't match the names with the faces, so he asked, "What did you say?"
Before the girls could speak, Liang Shuchen proudly boasted, "I said that if you want to date our English teacher, you'll have to wait in line; there's a formidable rival ahead of you."
"..."
The word "formidable foe" is truly apt. Zhou Yu didn't know whether to praise him for being too clever or too straightforward.
The girl who saw her in the infirmary last time whispered, "Is the person accompanying you while you get your IV drip your boyfriend?"
Zhou hesitated for a second before denying, "No."
Around four o'clock, Chen Jingchi sent her a message asking what she wanted to eat for dinner. The moment she saw the message, she finally remembered something she had forgotten when she went out at noon.
I forgot to ask Chen Jingchi to return the key to her!
She asked, "Are you still in my house?"
He answered irrelevantly: "How about crab roe noodles?"
Zhou Yu picked up her bag and headed home. She clocked in almost ten minutes early, thinking that leaving early once shouldn't be a problem. As she stepped out of the elevator, she reached into her bag for her keys and looked up to see Chen Jingchi closing the door.
It wasn't her door that was closed, but the door to apartment 502 next door.
The air froze for a few seconds, creating an awkward atmosphere.
Chen Jingchi couldn't help but laugh, his tone showing no sign of guilt: "Don't we get off work at 4:30?"
He was writing a song next door in the afternoon and planned to come over a few minutes early to cook, but she arrived at such a convenient time.
Zhou Yu walked up to him step by step, looked up at him and said, "You think you have too much money and nowhere to spend it?"
They actually rented the house next to hers, and I don't even know when the contract was signed.
"If you're worried about me spending money," he replied quite naturally, "why not consider sharing an apartment?"
Zhou turned to open the door, then asked, "Didn't you already act first and ask for permission later?"
He just smiled.
Chen Jingchi followed her inside. There were several large hairy crabs in the kitchen sink. He was about to prepare them when Zhou Yu suddenly reached into his pants pocket, trying to retrieve the keys.
He was just about to go inside; he must have the key on him.
However, she was a little slow, and Chen Jingchi noticed this and slightly turned to the side, causing her hand to touch a place she shouldn't have.
He saw her usually calm face turn red instantly, a light pink color quickly creeping from the sides of her face to the base of her ears, at a speed visible to the naked eye, which was unusually noticeable given her fair skin.
Zhou Yu abruptly pulled his hand back, his mind in turmoil. Just as he was about to escape, he was pressed down on the counter by Zhou Yu.
"What are you touching?" His voice was starting to sound off.
Zhou turned her head away, her face burning hot. She stammered as she explained, "I... I didn't mean to, I just wanted to get the keys."
Who knew he would suddenly turn around, and she couldn't explain it at all!
Chen Jingchi looked down at the person in his arms and felt a long-lost flutter in his heart. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen her blush.
He had long been abstinent and easily aroused, but her touch made him lose control, determined to make her reap what she sowed. Chen Jingchi pressed her hard, making her fully aware of his change, and deliberately asked, "How do you expect me to cook?"
Zhou Yu blushed even more, raising her hand to shield his chest, a move as futile as an ant trying to shake a tree. She abandoned the keys and whispered, "I'll do it, you go to the bathroom."
Chen Jingchi noticed her bright red earlobes, and he ultimately suppressed his wicked desires. After all, he was still pursuing her and didn't dare to go too far. But he still wanted a little sweetness, so he pinched her chin to make her face him, opened his mouth and bit her lips a few times, then gently licked the scabbed wound. The sounds of their kisses were loud, making it difficult for her to cool down.
It's hot everywhere.
His presence was obvious as he pressed against her, and Zhou Yu felt a fever rising. However, she was still feeling guilty and let him kiss her for a while before remembering that they both had colds and lowering her head to avoid him.
Chen Jingchi hadn't kissed her enough, so he leaned close to her ear and sighed, "You really know how to torture me."
He finally kissed her on the corner of her lips before getting up and letting her go. The sound of the bathroom door closing came from behind him. Zhou Yu was still leaning against the kitchen counter, raising his hand to touch his burning cheek. His heart was still pounding.
She said she would cook, but faced with a live crab, she didn't know how to handle it and stood blankly in front of the sink. The house was very quiet, so quiet you could hear a pin drop; she could almost hear Chen Jingchi's breathing. Realizing this, her face burned even hotter, and she inwardly scolded herself for being so weak.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Yu heard his muffled groan. His heart skipped a beat, and in a panic, he turned on the tap, attempting to drown the crab.
Chen Jingchi's unclear voice came from the bathroom. Zhou Yu heard him calling her, turned off the water, and replied, "Are you done?"
He didn't answer, but asked her to go next door and get him a new pair of pants, saying they were dirty.
Zhou Yu took the key and entered 502. The layout of the apartment was exactly the same as her home. It was empty and hadn't been furnished yet since she moved in. The laptop on the coffee table in the living room was still open.
Entering the bedroom, Zhou Yu found the bed empty. He realized that the person had no intention of staying there and hadn't even prepared a blanket.
Clearly, they have ill intentions.
She opened the wardrobe; there weren't many clothes inside, all in a uniform black, white, and gray color scheme. Just as she was about to look for pants, her eyes were drawn to a black T-shirt hanging on the far side. The exposed edges had white marker marks, making it stand out among the other tops.
Zhou Yu tugged at the hem of his clothes and took a look, then froze on the spot.
This black T-shirt looks very familiar.
It was the night their relationship broke down that the boys got together to draw on T-shirts, planning to give them away as prizes to fans in a raffle.
Above it are clouds drawn by Chen Jingchi, a few birds drawn by her, and their names signed together, all circled by a slightly crooked heart.
Zhou Yu vividly remembers drawing in his arms that day. She recalls that the live streaming platform later announced the list of winners, and logically, the T-shirt should have been given away. So why was it in Chen Jingchi's closet?
Did he insist on staying, or did he later take it back from his fans?
For Chen Jingchi, this T-shirt had no value in being kept; the only important thing was probably their signatures that were stuck together.
He collaborates with many clothing brands and receives a constant stream of new clothes. Zhou Yu has never seen him wear the same outfit more than three times, but he has kept this T-shirt for five whole years.
Zhou wanted to withdraw his hand and stuff the clothes back in their original place, his mind a complete mess.
She grabbed a pair of pants and went back. A short while later, Chen Jingchi returned to the kitchen to cook dinner. He noticed that Zhou Yu hadn't done anything for almost twenty minutes, and knowingly asked, "Were you eavesdropping?"
He knew Zhou Yu had a peculiar fetish; she loved listening to his voice in bed, before and after sex—the rough, restrained, uncontrolled, and emotional sounds that easily aroused her.
When he hit the nail on the head, Zhou Yu didn't respond or look at him. She didn't want to stay with him, afraid that her cheeks, which had finally cooled down, would burn again.
Hearing his soft chuckle made her heart race again.
She turned and came out of the kitchen, just as her phone rang. A group announcement had been sent to the subject group, saying that a public lesson exchange between Chinese and foreign teachers would be held next Friday, and all teachers were asked to prepare lessons based on the theme.
Zhou Yu had never taught a public lesson before and was unfamiliar with the format and process, so she asked a fellow English teacher in her group. The teacher was quite helpful and offered to send her the PowerPoint presentation and recording of her public lesson from last year for reference.
Viewing PPTs on a mobile phone is uncomfortable, and Zhou Yu's laptop has been sent for repair again. Just as she was feeling distressed, she remembered that Chen Jingchi's laptop was in his living room. She immediately got up from the sofa and walked to the kitchen door.
Chen Jingchi heard her footsteps, but without turning around, he asked, "Are you hungry?"
“No,” Zhou Yu asked, “Can I borrow your computer? I took mine to get it repaired.”
"Use it."
She brought the computer from his house, but it required a password to unlock. Zhou Yu remembered trying to unlock it a long time ago using his birthday but failed, so she asked him what the password was.
"118628".
His and her birthday.
Entering the numbers unlocked it. Zhou Yu looked up at his back, wanting to say something but unsure how to begin, and ultimately remained silent.
On the screen is a recording project file; Chen Jingchi's fifth major has finally begun.
The phone rang again.
WeChat can't send files this large, how about we add each other on QQ?
After going abroad, there were very few occasions to use QQ, but Zhou Yu never uninstalled it. On the one hand, she would pay attention to the messages in the university class group, and on the other hand, she would occasionally open the photo album to listen to Chen Jingchi's cover songs from many years ago.
She replied: 【Okay, I'll add you】
Chen Jingchi's laptop was no longer the same one; it didn't even have QQ installed. She downloaded it temporarily and logged into her account.
The computer had already been borrowed. After checking the recorded lectures and PPTs, Zhou Yu decided to prepare all the lessons for the next few days at once to avoid any trouble.
She had her phone charging on the sofa while she was busy. After Chen Jingchi turned off the stove, he came over and unplugged the charging cable for her. The screen lit up, displaying a WeChat message:
[Analysis Mathematics - Jiang Yunfei requests to add you as a friend]
As Chen Jingchi himself said, he has mastered the art of cooking. His home-style dishes at noon taste quite good, and his crab roe noodles at night are also exceptional. Even someone like her, who doesn't have high demands for food, is happy to eat something delicious.
Seeing that she was satisfied, Chen Jingchi seized the opportunity to ask, "Who is Jiang Yunfei?"
The name sounded familiar. Zhou Yu remembered that he was a math teacher and asked, "How did you know?"
"Add you as a friend." Chen Jingchi pointed to her phone on the sofa. "A male teacher?"
Zhou Yu stared at his expression for a few seconds before asking, "Are you jealous again?"
His smile seemed insincere: "No."
It lacks credibility.
He ate quickly and was boiling water to take his cold medicine. Zhou Yu immediately stopped eating, got up, and grabbed his phone. He opened it to see a message: "Can we get to know each other? [laughs]"
The meaning was quite clear: Zhou Yu intended to leave him hanging for the night and talk to him again when they met tomorrow.
Chen Jingchi felt much better when he saw that she had ignored the friend request. He mixed some warm water, poured her a glass, sat back down opposite her, and asked, "Zhou Yu, haven't you thought about finding a boyfriend while you're abroad?"
He gradually realized that many questions would not be answered by simply sitting and waiting. Now that he finally had the opportunity to spend a long time with her, Chen Jingchi wanted to try to get closer to her heart little by little.
Zhou Yu held the glass, somewhat absentmindedly: "There's nothing I like."
He then asked, "What kind do you like? I'll try my best."
She seemed reluctant to discuss the topic and urged him to take his medicine quickly.
Chen Jingchi was unusually talkative today, and asked again, "Then tell me what kind you don't like, and I'll see if I can change it."
Zhou Yu initially wanted to brush it off, but then, remembering something, she said, "I don't like being hugged without my permission, I don't like being kissed or bitten, and I don't like people staying overnight without my consent."
He laughed: "You might as well just say you don't like me."
But after a few seconds, the smile in his eyes faded considerably, and Chen Jingchi's voice lowered a few decibels, "You really never liked me?"
He persisted, asking, "Not even a second?"
She lowered her eyes and avoided his gaze.
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