Chapter 35 Kissing "Because I like you."
Mu Tingyu entered the house, stepped up a few stairs, then grabbed the handrail and paused for a moment.
She reached out and touched her heart.
That's a bit fast.
She looked up, peering through the gap between the stairs.
Above that was complete darkness, and then came the brightly lit third floor.
The lights were soft, and even the halo around them exuded a warm aura, as if beckoning her to walk upwards.
She took a deep breath, finally lifted her foot, and quickly walked up to the second floor.
Just as she was about to turn around and go upstairs, she came face to face with Xing Ze, who was about to go downstairs.
The two of them suddenly stopped on the stairs, one going up and the other down, looking at each other.
Xing Ze seemed somewhat surprised, raising an eyebrow slightly: "What's wrong?"
Mu Tingyu stood on the stairs, tilting her head back to observe him.
His expression was no different from usual, but upon closer inspection, one could see a layer of mist floating in his always indifferent black eyes.
The fog was thin, yet dense; even the most composed and self-possessed eyes seemed to become clouded with a sense of unease at this moment.
She tilted her head and asked in a clear voice, "Are you drunk?"
Xing Ze stood high above, backlit, his face dark and expressionless.
"No."
People who aren't drunk will say they aren't drunk, and people who are drunk will also say they aren't drunk.
Mu Tingyu gripped the armrest: "Sister En said you've had enough to drink."
She's lying to you.
Xing Ze answered quickly; she was preoccupied with other things and momentarily forgot how to respond.
The stairs suddenly fell silent, and the two of them stood still, not moving.
Xing Ze's gaze was different from usual; it was deep and intense, as if it were tangible, fixed on her face.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she slowly asked, "...Where are my sheets?"
Xing Ze said, "Let's dry it in the backyard."
Only one small light was on on the third floor, casting some light from afar, but it still couldn't dispel the darkness on the stairs.
Perhaps for this reason, Xing Ze's gaze lingered unabashedly on her face.
Gradually, the areas it swept over all started to heat up, and the air became somewhat viscous.
An unknown emotion fermented and permeated the dimly lit stairwell, seeping into every part of one's body, making one irresistibly want to get closer.
She asked, "Then where will I sleep tonight?"
Xing Ze seemed to have planned this all along: "Let Xing En take you to a hotel in town."
Mu Tingyu stared straight into his eyes: "But I have to get up early for class tomorrow, and it's too much trouble to run around."
"......"
He asked, "Where would you like to sleep?"
Upon hearing this, Mu Tingyu subconsciously licked her lips.
The next instant, Xing Ze's gaze fell precisely on them.
He paused for a few seconds, then restrained himself and moved away, just like when he watched the movie that day.
She pretended not to notice and asked softly, "Where do you want me to sleep?"
"......"
"I asked A-Yue, and there aren't any extra sleeping bags downstairs."
Xing Ze hummed in agreement.
Perhaps because he had been drinking, his voice was faint and somewhat hoarse.
Mu Tingyu looked closely into his eyes, trying to dispel the layer of darkness and see what lay deeper inside.
But he always hid it very well, never revealing a word to her, and each time he would only leave her with an ambiguous look.
She suddenly asked out of the blue, "Why are you washing my sheets?"
"What?" Xing Ze was taken aback. "...No reason why."
Mu Tingyu didn't care about his answer and continued to list things on her fingers: "Why were you unhappy when Zhuang Ren brought me home after I drank too much? Why were you willing to watch a boring movie with me when I was troubled and didn't talk? Why were you willing to accept my friends even though you don't like strangers coming to your house? Why did you take care of me all night when I had a stomachache and couldn't sleep well?"
Mu Tingyu took a step closer to him, gazing into his eyes: "'Cooking and washing dishes is something I don't want you to do, but I'm happy to worry about you'—that's what you said that night, I remember it. I even said then that I felt I owed you a lot, and you told me not to even think about it."
"Why are you so good to me?"
Xing Ze stared at her intently.
She spoke slowly and clearly: "You were kind to me before, probably because I taught classes to the children in the village."
"And now?"
"Is it because you felt sorry for me after hearing my story that you're so kind to me?"
"......"
Her eyes were incredibly stubborn, as if she was determined to get an explanation from him before she would give up.
"......no."
His voice was hoarse as he repeated, "Neither."
"I'm being nice to you not because you teach the children in the village, nor because I feel sorry for you."
She pressed on, "What is that?"
Xing Ze stared at her without saying a word.
Seeing his silent expression, a surge of anger suddenly rose within her.
Having said all that, she didn't believe Xing Ze didn't understand what she meant.
Xing Ze looked at her and said softly, "Don't frown."
"What right do you have to tell me what to do?"
She stared intently at him, her tone no longer calm: "By what right do you have to tell me what to do? Are you the landlord?"
Xing Ze's eyes flickered, as if stung by her words.
He spoke softly, his tone almost gentle: "Don't be angry."
"You always say that, forbidding me from doing this or that, telling me not to rush, and telling me to follow your ideas—"
"And then what? Continue to act like nothing happened?"
She took a deep breath, as if she were going all in. "Can't you see what I'm thinking?"
"Or do you think I don't understand anything? Are you treating me like a child, thinking that by not expressing your opinion or speaking up, you're being kind to me?"
She knew she had said so much, and now it was too late to stop.
But she never regretted her impulsiveness, nor was she afraid to take that step. From the moment she got up and went upstairs, she knew what she was there to do.
"—What were you thinking when you looked at me just now? Do you dare to say it out loud?"
She didn't control her volume, and her voice echoed down the stairs.
"...I'm just scared." He finally spoke, his voice deep.
"I'm afraid you haven't thought it through. I'm afraid that after you fully understand me, you'll regret it."
His tone was heavy, as if he were revealing the most rugged and unyielding side of himself.
Ke Mu Tingyu didn't think this was a difficult problem to solve.
"Does getting to know you completely mean you'll stop being good to me?"
"You said before that you could accept all of me, so why can't I?"
She wouldn't budge an inch, her gaze direct and intense, as she countered his question.
"—Who gave you permission to look down on me?"
As soon as the words faded, Xing Ze's expression gradually changed.
He slightly raised his chin, and a strange light gradually appeared in his dark eyes, as if he was slowly peeling away the emotions that had been dormant in his heart for a long time, as sullen as a volcano, and showing them to her completely, so bright that it was almost frightening.
He spoke slowly, "Are you sure you've thought this through?"
These words were like an ultimatum to her, telling her that now was the only chance to back down.
But she had no intention of backing down and firmly said, "I'm sure."
"Okay." Xing Ze nodded slowly.
The next instant, his aura became incredibly powerful, and he spoke in an unquestionable tone: "—Come here."
Mu Tingyu's heart skipped a beat, then began to pound like a drum.
She stared at him uncontrollably, walking up step by step until she stood before him.
Xing Ze raised his hand and touched her face.
Unlike his usual gentle touch, he caressed her cheek heavily, his eyes filled with undisguised intense emotions.
This was the first time he had openly revealed all the darkness and depravity in his eyes in front of her, as if he wanted to devour her whole.
He pressed his thumb firmly against her lips, his tone calm.
"I often wonder, is your complete lack of vigilance because I've spoiled you too much?"
“You’ve been spoiled so much that you’ve become so bold—bold enough to come to the third floor alone and say these things in front of me.”
The girl had fair cheeks and pure eyes, but her delicate lips turned a deep crimson under his merciless fondling, creating a striking visual impact.
His gaze darkened inch by inch.
"I told you before not to have any wild thoughts, why didn't you listen?"
Mu Tingyu felt a shiver run down her spine from that intense gaze.
"My kindness to you has nothing to do with what you've said."
She blinked, slowly reached out and hooked her arm around his neck, her tone confident and fearless.
"Why is that?"
He finally broke his silence and answered, word by word.
"Because I like you."
He tilted his head and kissed her.
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The small lamps burned diligently, creating a clear distinction between light and shadow at the stairwell entrance.
Further down in the shadows, a tall man pressed himself against the girl in front of him, kissing her deeply.
The light fell on the ground, creating a gradual, dim yellow hue that reflected on the two people's profiles.
After an unknown amount of time, Mu Tingyu could no longer bear it and gently pushed Xing Ze's shoulder.
After a few seconds, his grip loosened slightly, and his face moved away a little.
She gasped for breath, and before she could speak, she was kissed again.
"Hmm..."
She was pressed against the wall, her waist was firmly encircled by strong, powerful arms, and the tall body in front of her completely enveloped her.
His broad, warm hand landed on her neck with a commanding air, slowly caressing it and sending a shiver down her spine.
This feeling was quickly replaced by a slight feeling of suffocation.
Xing Ze barely gave her a chance to breathe, pressing heavily against her red lips, grinding them relentlessly, their intertwined lips constantly emitting secret, blush-inducing sounds of wetness.
Mu Tingyu was forced to tilt her head back and endure it, her eyes reddening and her tongue feeling sore and weak.
That's...too much...
What's going on? Why has this person suddenly become so crazy...?
She slightly opened her eyes and stared blankly at the person in front of her.
Xing Ze lowered his eyelashes, his dark eyes filled with intense emotions, his gaze deep and focused as he looked directly into her eyes.
Seeing that she opened her eyes, Xing Ze stepped back slightly.
The girl in front of him had been bullied quite badly, her eyes were almost glazed and she was lost in thought. Her rosy lips were slightly parted, and you could vaguely see the tip of her small and cute tongue.
His Adam's apple bobbed rapidly, and he lowered his head, wanting to kiss her again.
"Wait, wait!" Mu Tingyu reacted and quickly called out, "You, what's wrong with you...?"
Xing Ze paused, his voice hoarse: "What?"
Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were watery; she looked incredibly pitiful: "You...you can't get enough of kissing me? Enough is enough..."
"Um."
He responded softly, then fell silent again.
The man was very strong, and Mu Tingyu's head was forced against the wall, her hands tightly clutching the clothes on his chest.
Soon, the hand that was holding her neck moved to the back of her head, gently stroking her hair, separating her from the cold, hard wall.
Mu Tingyu felt his almost gentle caress and narrowed her eyes slightly.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but the storm of kisses finally subsided, and she felt her lips being gently licked, with a tender touch.
She unconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his.
Xing Ze loosened his grip slightly, seeing her tightly closed eyes and her eyelashes trembling uncontrollably.
He placed a kiss on her eyelids and whispered, "Scared?"
Mu Tingyu pressed herself tightly against him: "No."
Xing Ze asked in a low, husky voice, "Then shall I continue kissing you?"
Her eyelashes fluttered, she hugged him tighter, and buried her head in the crook of his neck: "Let...let me hug you..."
Xing Ze smiled and pulled her tightly into his arms: "You're so stubborn."
"I'm not being stubborn," she said pitifully. "Let's...let's kiss again next time..."
When is the next time?
She was somewhat dumbfounded: "Why do we need to confirm this...?"
"want."
Xing Ze lowered his head and pressed his cheek against her ear, feeling the burning heat of her earlobe.
"If you don't give me a definite answer, I'll kiss you anytime, anywhere."
Mu Tingyu was completely speechless.
It feels like this person's personality completely changed from the very beginning...
He was so cold and aloof before, seemingly incredibly restrained, unmoved by any attempts to be affectionate, how could he be so... abrupt when kissing me?
He's actually just a repressed pervert...
Fearing she would be silenced again, she quickly changed the subject: "Wait, wait a minute, I need to ask a question first."
"What's the problem?"
"I'd like to ask again..."
She paused for a moment, scratched at the fabric under her hand with a hint of embarrassment, and spoke in a low voice.
"...Do you have a girlfriend right now?"
Xing Ze raised his head, looked into her sparkling eyes, and chuckled softly.
"have."
"Right in front of me."
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