Chapter 53: Wake Up
South America has restrictions on illegal electrical appliances, such as small pots and hair dryers. Naturally, each floor of the dorm has its own laundry room, fully equipped with washers, dryers, water dispensers, and hair dryers. However, demand outstrips supply, and every evening, the three laundry spaces are always fully occupied.
When staying in the dormitory, Lin Qingxu often went to the balcony to blow dry his hair after washing it.
There was a corridor below the No. 6 Girls' Dormitory. She watched people coming and going below, some hurried, some leisurely.
Someone is crying.
The girl choked up. Because we were far away, I could only vaguely hear the words "I beg you" in a sobbing voice.
The boy standing opposite her seemed extremely impatient, and his voice became much louder. "Are you done yet?"
The two argued about something, the moonlight casting a red hue on them. The boy ended the argument by pulling away from the girl's hand, saying he didn't have time to argue anymore because he had an early dinner the next day.
Lin Qingxu remembered them.
The girls' dormitory entrance was always crowded with couples in the heat of love, and they were one of them. Lin Qingxu often saw them saying goodbye reluctantly at the door; the affection in the boys' eyes at that time was undeniable.
But the boy's annoyance at this moment was real.
He Jia came out. She had just come back from the laundry room and hung the clean clothes outside to dry.
"Qing Xu, it seems that there are not many people over there at the hair dryer."
"good."
"What are you looking at?" He Jia followed her gaze and saw only pedestrians coming and going downstairs.
Lin Qing Xu Wangtian:
"There are no stars tonight."
Her voice was very soft, as if she was talking to herself.
The night was quiet, the neon lights of the city flickered, but the sky was an empty gray-black, and even the moon had just disappeared behind the clouds.
She never questioned her sincerity, but sincerity was always changing. Those stars that were once clearly visible could no longer be found without knowing when.
Like mom and dad.
Like the two people downstairs.
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It was just dawn when Lin Qingxu woke up.
The curtains were half-drawn, leaving a tiny gap. In the dim light, she could just make out a person lying on the bed.
Judging from the difference in body shape, he is a man.
Her wrists were swollen and numb, and she was sleeping with someone in an extremely ambiguous position.
She had a vague memory of last night's events, but not much. Lin Qingxu only remembered her pestering someone, then throwing herself at him, and then... she forgot.
For a moment, my inner world collapsed.
Lin Qingxu sometimes watched dramas. In an era dominated by domineering CEO literature, it was not uncommon for the heroine to have a one-night stand and then run away with the baby. Lin Qingxu had one or two such novels on the bookshelf in his mobile reading app.
But the plot in the novel would not be so beautiful if it happened in reality.
The lack of a hangover headache made Lin Qingxu feel a little more sober.
Because of such a vague memory, she guessed that she should have had a certain ability to act at that time and seemed quite proactive. This was probably a drunken sex, and it was consensual.
Everyone is responsible for their own actions, and Lin Qingxu had nothing to say. She thought about solutions and whether she should take HIV prevention drugs and birth control pills right away, just in case the person was sick...
Lin Qingxu stood up and found it extremely difficult to exert force with her hands. She looked over and realized that she didn't know what kind of weird game she had played last night. Her wrist was tied with a hair tie, connected to the man.
Suddenly, a strong arm crossed her waist and with a little force, he pulled her back into his arms.
A familiar smell conveys a message faster than sound.
"Sleep a little longer." Kan Zhao's voice rang in her ears. Deeply sleepy, his chin unconsciously rubbed against the top of her head.
Lin Qingxu froze in place.
. . . . . .
????? ????? ????
!!! ...
ah?
ah? ? ? ! !
ah? ? ? ? ! ! ! ! !
The face that was blurred by memory gradually took shape in his mind. Although he didn't remember much of what happened last night, it was enough to make Lin Qingxu feel like he was struck by lightning at that moment.
Why did I think it was just a one-night stand before? Because the surroundings were unfamiliar.
Why did she feel the environment was unfamiliar? Because she had just moved into this place yesterday and had only been there for a short time.
Good. Because he didn't want to face reality, Lin Qingxu's mind had already begun to wander and make random associations.
She glanced up at the suspicious teeth marks on Kan Zhao's neck and collapsed, closing her eyes. There was no greater sorrow than a broken heart, but she still hoped that this was just an illusion.
She must be dreaming.
right.
That's it.
Lin Qingxu hypnotized himself.
But the weight of the arm hanging from her waist was impossible to ignore.
When she opened her eyes again, everything was still the same as before.
Lin Qingxu: "..."
Fuck.
This was the first time she uttered a swear word in her life.
Depend on.
The second sentence follows.
Why is it Kan Zhao?
How could it be him?
It could be anyone, why him?!
The thing she had tried most to avoid still happened.
That relationship she wanted to hold on to no matter what, that balance she had carefully maintained for years, that feeling she would rather play dumb than reciprocate...
How should she face it?
She had clearly been trying hard to ignore his feelings because she was afraid that something unexpected would happen in the future and she would lose the relationship and not even be able to be friends anymore.
The distance between them was just right, but the stable situation was broken by an accident.
What was that now? A drunken or impulsive act?
After asking several questions, Lin Qingxu suddenly realized that she didn't feel any pain. She opened her eyes and looked down. Her clothes were still the same as yesterday, with no signs of being touched.
The thing she worried about didn't happen, but the lingering memories in her mind told her that the situation wasn't much better. The boundaries were clear, and once they were crossed, there was little chance of returning to the original state.
But it's always a little better than the previous association.
Even though her heart was shattered, the world wasn't destroyed. After cooling down for a while, Lin Qingxu chose to escape. Living things tend to seek benefits and avoid harm, so she decided to succumb to this instinct and stay outside for a few days to calm down and think about how to deal with it.
She gently lifted Kan Zhao's sleeve and carefully moved his hand away from her waist.
It would be easy to just jump off the bed and run away, but the biggest problem was that her left hand was tied together with Kan Zhao's hand, and it looked difficult to untie it.
Any large movement could potentially wake Kan Zhao. To minimize the risk, Lin Qingxu remained in his original position. He tilted his head back, reached with his other hand, and slowly untied the knot, moving gently and patiently.
The hair hanging on her shoulders also moved slightly with the movement, accidentally brushing against Kan Zhao's Adam's apple. The sleeping person suddenly moved, and Lin Qingxu immediately froze like a statue, worried that the other person would wake up and then she would be forced to face this difficult reality.
It was not until the sound of even breathing rang in his ears again that Lin Qingxu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and continued his previous action.
The red rope left conspicuous red marks on the hands of both men. When Lin Qingxu untied the last knot and pulled the rope away, a slight sound came from the mattress under him.
Lin Qingxu glanced over quietly and caught Kan Zhao's hazy gaze, fresh from waking. The sunlight filtering through the gaps in the curtains tinted the shadows of his collarbone with a warm hue, and his messy black hair bore the marks of the pillow.
"Lin Xiaoxiao?" The hoarse voice was nasal and had a hint of nasal discharge.
Lin Qingxu's wrist slammed heavily against the bedside table in her nervousness. Without even a cry of pain, she reached out to cover Kan Zhao's eyes, the warmth trembling in her palm.
"You're in a dream." Her voice was calmer than she thought. "It's been like this since I was a child. You always pull my arm in my dreams."
Touching the warm body temperature, his fingertips lingered quietly again, "It's a very real dream, isn't it? You are too tired, so you feel this way. Be good, have a good sleep."
Kan Zhao's eyelashes trembled slightly under her palm.
"Um."
Lin Qingxu felt that he was rare and easy to talk to.
The air froze for three seconds, and the hand that was moved away with great difficulty was placed back on the waist, and suddenly exerted force. Lin Qingxu was dizzy and crashed into his chest. The arm across her waist was as hot as an iron. She moved back cautiously, but was hugged tighter by Kan Zhao who was sleeping.
Kan Zhao closed his eyes and buried his face in her hair, his breathing becoming long again.
Lin Qingxu was frozen, holding her breath and not daring to move, afraid to wake him again. She could only slightly raise her head, thinking about how to escape this shackles quietly.
Lin Qingxu guessed that she probably didn't have much of a drinking tolerance. From the rather pale greyish-green under Kan Zhao's eyes, it could be seen that he hadn't slept well the previous night.
Lin Qingxu looked at him with his eyes open. Kan Zhao's eyelashes were as long, thick and dense as he remembered, casting a shadow on his eyelids.
Looking down, Lin Qingxu thought of his dimples, which were slightly sunken when he smiled. She had envied them as a child, thinking they were beautiful, and now she seemed to be feeling the same way.
"I must be dreaming too," she whispered to herself.
After waiting for about ten minutes, seeing that the time was almost up, Lin Qingxu slowly withdrew from Kan Zhao and gently escaped from the shackles.
Lin Qingxu held his breath and tiptoed to the bed.
She didn't dare wear shoes, for fear that the shoes would make a clashing sound against the ground, so she just planned to walk on the floor in her socks.
His elbow accidentally hit the glass of honey water on the table, and the object fell to the ground and shattered, making a loud noise.
The harder you work and the more deliberate you are, the more unlucky you will be.
The air froze instantly.
There was a rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other behind him. Lin Qingxu turned his head with his neck stiff, and met Kan Zhao's dark eyes. In the morning light, he was half-leaning up, his collar askew, and the bite mark on his shoulder was completely exposed.
Lin Qingxu swallowed and subconsciously shrank back, but his heel hit the broken glass.
Kan Zhao's eyes paused, and he finally woke up.
At the moment when Lin Qingxu was about to step down, his instinct was faster than thinking, and he bent and stretched to grab her wrist.
"Why are you running?"
The voice was hoarse from just waking up.
Seeing Lin Qingxu stopped and moved a little further away from the pile of debris.
He gently pulled her to the edge of the bed and looked carefully to see if the glass shards had scratched the soles of her feet.
Fortunately, no one was injured.
The escape failed. Lin Qingxu lowered his head like a quail, trying to reduce his presence as much as possible.
But obviously the reality was not satisfactory. Kan Zhao came to his senses, seemed to remember something, and suddenly chuckled.
He put his hands on the mattress, moved closer, looked up, and his nose almost touched hers. "Do you remember?"
"Lin Xiaoxiao, you have to be responsible for me."
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Author's words: Lin Qingxu: What if I don't want to take responsibility...
INFJ extreme avoidant attachment
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