She turned off the shower, wrapped a warm towel around herself, wiped away the condensation on the mirror, tore off the sleeping pants that were prominently displayed, pulled them over her ankles and up to her knees, and then picked up the pink toothbrush from the shelf.
The electric toothbrush might be leaking electricity; as soon as her fingers touched the brand-new bristles, she recoiled and curled her fingertips.
The items in the bathroom were arranged in the same order as before, which reminded her of the hot attic in Jicheng during the summer.
In her life, which was neither long nor short, she had few things she missed. But if one could return to a place after death, Ha Yue would not hesitate to choose to float back to that apartment for a look.
Perhaps new couples will rent there, but I wonder if their love will last.
Three minutes later, after spitting out the foam in her mouth, she patted the ocean-infused men's toner onto her face. Unable to find a hairdryer, Ha Yue slipped on her slippers and went to the living room to look for Xue Jing.
The sky outside the window was bright and clear. The living room was quiet and still. The plum blossoms on the dining table were emitting a few lingering fragrances. Ha Yue slowed her pace and walked into the innermost bedroom. Her slippers stepped on the soft, long-haired carpet. She moved closer and closer until the cramped space by the bed was filled only with the two of them breathing softly.
Xue Jing fell asleep, still holding the pajamas he was going to give her before he went to sleep.
Xue Jing's proportions are comparable to an underwear model, and coupled with his flawless features, even when sleeping on his side, he doesn't look silly at all. On the contrary, his buttocks appear shapely, his waist strong, and his pale face resting in the crook of his arm is exceptionally delicate and three-dimensional.
A beautiful appearance is the most meaningless value in the world; it's a gift from God, a pie falling from the sky. It doesn't require any human effort. Besides, Xue Jing has already fully proven to her that beautiful packaging cannot guarantee inner quality.
Humans are visual creatures after all, and there is a kind of naive foolishness in them, like moths to a flame. Compared to ugliness, beautiful people doing beautiful things is always pleasing to the eye.
She doesn't dislike sugar coating.
Unbeknownst to her, Ha Yue's pale face regained its vitality. She looked at Xue Jing's face and sighed helplessly. Her brows furrowed slightly with impatience, but her eyes held a soft affection.
Like taking care of a child, first take the pajamas he is holding, and then put them on barefoot on the carpet. Then, bend down and run your palm through the hair at the back of his head, trying to put a supportive pillow under his neck.
After much effort, Xue Jing was finally tucked into the soft quilt, and her loose hair trembled and swayed over his eyebrows and eyes, while water droplets, unaffected by the weight, fell with a "plop".
Transparent water droplets splashed onto Xue Jing's face, sliding from his forehead down his nose to his eyelashes. Ha Yue subconsciously reached out to wipe the wetness, and just as her fingertips touched his eyelashes, Xue Jing opened his eyes dazedly. His dark pupils, like obsidian, reflected her face.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he opened his eyes briefly, seemingly still asleep, before closing them again. His right hand caressed her wrist, and he was startled. He opened his eyes again, half-asleep, and asked in a muffled voice, "Are you done washing?"
He thought it was just a dream.
"Um."
"Are you cold? I'll go turn on the electric heater."
Since moving in, Xue Jing's house has been running air conditioning and heating 24 hours a day, which is extremely environmentally unfriendly. In addition to the three air conditioners scattered throughout the house, there is also a set of baseboard heaters about two meters long at the foot of the bed in the bedroom.
Ha Yue shook her head and said she wasn't that cold, so Xue Jing grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a dream where they would sleep in each other's arms.
The bedroom bedding, carpet, and curtains were all light-colored; only the two people's hair and eyebrows were black.
Xue Jing's home looks like an overexposed photo; because it's empty, it appears exceptionally tranquil.
The quiet was rare, and the weight on Ha Yue's chest was relieved somewhat.
Ha Yue had just found a comfortable position to lie flat, but Xue Jing held her knees with both hands, bent her calves, closed his eyes, opened his shirt, and then pulled her legs to press against his flesh.
"Hey! Don't do anything reckless." Her knee pressed against the lines of his abs, sending a jolt through Ha Yue's spine. She blushed and cried out. Xue Jing, almost face-to-face with her, didn't open his eyes, but rubbed his ear, which was throbbing from the shock, and mumbled, "Is rubbing your knee considered reckless?"
"Your knees don't hurt during the first two days of your period. You used to cover them up like this too."
She freed her legs from his grasp and put them together.
Thinking of the past, Ha Yue's laughter carried a hint of resentment, "Wasn't it because I wore a short skirt in the dead of winter to go on a date with you back then that I got so cold?"
After breaking up with Xue Jing, there was no occasion that would make her willing to suffer for beauty in temperatures of minus 28 degrees Celsius. Now, she no longer needs anyone to remind her to wear thermal underwear. As soon as the time comes, she will put on knee pads and other cold-weather gear in advance.
"Yeah?."
Closing her eyes again, Ha Yue yawned and said frankly, "Yes."
Back then, she was very concerned about what others thought. When she went out to meet Xue Jing, she would spend an hour preparing in advance and was often late. She would examine her pores in a magnifying glass, and if she made a mistake in drawing her eyebrows, she would remove the makeup and start over.
Foundation, concealer, and highlighter go without saying, but eyeliner, colored contact lenses, and false eyelashes are all indispensable.
What I feared most was walking with Xue Jing on the road when the weather turned bad and the wind blew, accidentally blowing dust into my eyes.
During many dates, she endured the discomfort in her eyes but dared not remove her colored contact lenses in front of him. Every time she passed a reflective surface, she couldn't help but check in the mirror to see if her makeup had smudged.
If you find an extra loose thread on yourself after a date, you'll be annoyed for a long time and wish you could pinch yourself.
Youth is a sweet yet troublesome thing. Because of an excessive sense of self, the nerves are always on high alert, so the happiness and joy felt are also richer. Those pink emotions are like constantly exploding smoke bombs, falling from the sky, full of tiny sequins. They look beautiful, but in reality, they are all sharp edges. If you are not careful, you will cut yourself.
Ha Yue rolled over, smelling the same fragrance on the two of them, and curled up in a ball towards Xue Jing, folding her hands under her neck. "Thinking about it now, it was really silly. Actually, youth is invincible, and there's a certain beauty to making a fool of yourself when you're young."
The tip of her nose was a little itchy, and Xue Jing reached out and rubbed Ha Yue's hair back and forth between her fingertips, like a child clutching his comfort towel.
"You're still very young and beautiful. Neighbor, don't you ever look in the mirror at home?"
Ha Yue scoffed, lay down on the pillow, and then touched his forehead with her hand. "Teacher Xue, you probably have a fever. Why are you talking nonsense?"
"Have you forgotten how disgusted you looked when I gave you a ride on my tricycle that day?"
"I kindly covered you with a blanket so you wouldn't catch a cold and cough. You glanced at me and gave me a really sour look. I know you too well; you probably didn't throw all your clothes away when you got back to the hotel, did you?"
"Tsk tsk, and then I asked you out to dinner, but you refused three times."
"You were swearing under your breath when you were helping me hail a taxi, weren't you? I could hear it!"
Now she finally saw through him. Teacher Xue was addicted to pretending to be innocent and knew how to coax people with sweet words. If even two parts of his sweet talk were audible, that was considered good. He was just a man who was three parts drunk, acting until you cried.
Besides, he doesn't drink a drop of alcohol, so what level of rhetoric master is he?
Xue Jing started school early and was a year younger than her. She used to always consider herself the older sister, but an older sister may not necessarily be as cunning as a younger brother.
Never trust artists; their lyricism is merely a way of showcasing their professional skills.
"Ahem." His secret was exposed, Xue Jing pulled Ha Yue's hand away, spun her around, and let her thin, rough fingertips touch his face. Then she placed her palm under his cheek and rubbed it like a cat.
Xue Jing's voice was lazy, with a pleasant tone, "Please, give me some face. The past is the past, the present is the present. Emotions are fluid, and people make mistakes."
If he had a time machine, he would never let her ask him out three more times.
Besides, Ha Yue doesn't look that bad with her headscarf on. Even the freckles she has from long-term sun exposure shimmer like light on a river when she smiles.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and he feels the urge to write love poems every moment, not just in his new novels.
Before Ha Yue could argue with Langman again, Xue Jing pulled her into his arms, her back against his chest, her chin resting on her hair. He wrapped one arm around her waist and held her close, while the other touched her lips to stop her from speaking.
The voice softened again, like a marshmallow being roasted over a campfire with chocolate sauce.
"Let's go to sleep, stop talking, or people will lose their little pearls."
Ha Yue slept until the afternoon. When she opened her eyes again, her head was resting on Xue Jing's chest.
Before falling asleep, she was still very resistant to Xue Jing's hug from behind, but after falling asleep, her unconscious limbs clung tightly to his body like a clingy octopus. The blanket had long been kicked off the bed. One of her legs was on Xue Jing's waist, while the other was wrapped around his calf. As for her hands, they were inside his clothes, directly against his skin.
Lifting his head, half of his vision was of Xue Jing's firm pectoral muscles beneath the collar of his pajamas, while the other half was of the other's prominent Adam's apple, as large as a crystal.
Looking down further, Xue Jing was lying beneath her, spread-eagled, his pajamas twisted into a pretzel, his pants pulled down at the waist, as submissive as a lamb to the slaughter, letting her ride him wildly.
My Ex-Boyfriend Was Asleep and I Almost Stripped Him Naked
What kind of restricted scene is this? Ha Yue felt disgusted with herself, but her eyes still couldn't help but stare at the spot where Xue Jing's V-line was pressed down by her thigh. It seemed that Xue Jing was not very tired anymore. That tent was quite impressive now, and it had already stretched the cotton fabric into a small gap. As for the pink color that was faintly visible inside, it made her swallow hard.
The sound of swallowing was so loud it was almost comparable to the Lushan Waterfall, which plunges three thousand feet.
As the tide surged and the safety shorts heated up, Ha Yue commanded herself to stop her Doraemon-like behavior. She moved her fingers slightly and slowly got up, the sensation of the male nipple immediately bouncing back in her palm.
Ah, it's soft and bouncy, a bit like a fresh little berry. If she takes a bite, will the other person wake up? If they fight a bloody battle, she'll probably die, right?
Ha Yue was so frightened by the lewd thoughts in her mind that her hair stood on end. It only took her a second to go from being consumed by lust to being detached from desire. She pulled her hands out and sprang off the bed like a carp.
Silently chanting, "I'll die, I'll die, I'll really die," Ha Yue picked up the blanket and covered the disheveled Xue Jing from head to toe. Her fingers touched his chin, her lips tingled, and she simply did it all in one go, like a forensic doctor covering a corpse, covering his handsome face as well.
Having banished the sight of men from her sight, Ha Yue breathed a sigh of relief and finally returned to normal.
She checked her phone; it was 5 p.m. No one had called her, but she had to go home to check on her mother.
Ha Yue was well aware that escaping to Xue Jing's side was only a temporary refuge for warmth. Outside of Xue Jing, she and her mother were still undergoing a long and arduous ordeal.
Xue Jing was still asleep, and Ha Yue didn't want to wake him, so she tiptoed out of the bedroom, changed her clothes, and prepared to go home.
As Ha Yue put on the down jacket she had left at Xue Jing's house, picked up her thermos, and bent down to change her shoes, she suddenly froze.
She didn't cry when she argued with her mother a few hours ago, nor when she was kicked out of the house. In the two years since returning to Suicheng, no matter how much Ha Yue felt that life was meaningless and hopeless, she never had the urge to shed a tear. Because tears are also a kind of emotion, she gritted her teeth and refused to let herself wallow in self-pity, not even to pity herself.
But at this moment, seeing her own shoes on the ground, her lowered eyelashes trembled twice, revealing a slight warmth and dampness.
On the floor mat, next to Xue Jing's expensive shoes, her little rain boots, which were covered in mud this morning, were now spotless after being washed.
Reaching out to examine it, even the small pebbles deeply embedded in the sole of the shoe were carefully removed.
At first glance, it looks brand new.
It turns out that even the cheapest goods can look very precious if they are cared for and treated well.
Every person who has truly reached the summit has started by cherishing their own heart. It's just that she didn't understand this principle before, and no one taught her it. Now it seems too late.
But at least Xue Jing, who knows how to love himself, can go see the scenery on the mountain again, and the winds of success in his career will blow at his feet once more; she just knows that.
As if by some strange twist of fate, Ha Yue turned around and looked at Xue Jing's desk. Before leaving, she walked over, bent down and wrote a note, which she then carefully stuck to the computer screen.
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