Chapter 44 No Guessing "You have such a great figure, how about I molest you a little..."
Using the excuse that her young and fragile heart had been greatly hurt, Mu Tingyu lingered on Xing Ze for a full ten minutes before finally giving up.
I don't know where this man got such strength. He held her for so long, and he didn't seem tired at all. His face wasn't red and he wasn't out of breath.
He was even holding her with one hand, the other hand either on her waist or her neck.
When Xing Ze kisses her, he likes to gently stroke her skin with his fingers, which may be a subconscious action.
Sometimes I would hold her neck and place my thumb under her jawbone, on the most delicate skin of her neck, and gently rub it.
Sometimes it's draped over her waist, rubbing against her through the fabric of her clothes.
The force was negligible, but its presence was extremely strong. In fact, because the amplitude was very small and subtle, it carried an indescribable meaning.
Mu Tingyu would always be startled by these little gestures, and then involuntarily want to dodge.
But Xing Ze always held her firmly, not letting her back down, and then distracted her with deeper and heavier kisses.
If Mu Tingyu had been asked a month ago to guess, she would never have imagined that this man would be like this when they were intimate.
It's like tearing off a cold, indifferent mask, revealing a hidden, secret side with hidden desires.
This realization excited Mu Tingyu, and she unconsciously touched the firm chest so close to her through the black fabric.
Xing Ze's breath was close to hers, and he didn't know if her hand had brushed against something, but his breathing noticeably faltered.
Soon, her hand was caught.
Xing Ze's gaze was somber as he suppressed his breathing: "Alright, are we going home or not?"
Mu Tingyu also realized that this place was not a place for her to act recklessly, and that she was indeed not in a very convenient position right now.
So she wrapped her arms around his neck and said imperiously, "Fine, I need to go change my sanitary pads, carry me there."
Xing Ze raised an eyebrow and slowly asked, "Are you sure?"
“What’s uncertain about that?” Mu Tingyu asked doubtfully. “Didn’t you carry me to the house too? Now that we’re outside, you don’t want to anymore? You…”
“No.” Xing Ze interrupted her spellcasting in time. “I just didn’t expect you to be willing.”
What's there to be unwilling about?
The shepherd's words were strange.
But soon, she stopped finding it strange.
As soon as they stepped outside, they came face to face with Jiang Yu and Yu Li, who were standing at the door.
Yu Li was clearly scolded to tears; her eyes were still red.
He opened his bewildered eyes, looked at the two people who suddenly came out of the house and were hugging tightly, and subconsciously called out, "Teacher Mu..."
Mu Tingyu suddenly regretted her decision immensely.
The students are still outside! How could she forget?!
She swallowed her shame and responded with a soft "Yes," then quickly whispered to Xing Ze, "Quick, put me down..."
Xing Ze supported her bottom, his voice indifferent: "You know how to be shy now?"
"Okay..." Her cheeks flushed red. "Hurry up, they're watching..."
As she spoke, her gaze drifted away.
Jiang Yu simply turned away, seemingly oblivious to everything, and quickly turned to face the other side, appearing completely indifferent.
"......"
Xing Ze turned and walked away, saying, "Fine, I'll just watch."
Yu Li called softly from behind, "Teacher Mu, where are you going...?"
"restroom."
Xing Ze turned around, a hint of impatience in his eyes.
"Stay by yourself and don't go to the teacher for everything."
"......"
Knowing that there was nothing that could be done, Mu Tingyu buried her head in Xing Ze's shoulder, preparing to say goodbye to this world for a while.
They passed by more than a dozen medical staff and patients along the way, but Mu Tingyu pretended not to see them and quietly huddled up like a quail.
"Why haven't we arrived yet after walking for so long?"
"Because the toilet is at the very end of the corridor," Xing Ze's voice came from above.
"Why didn't you say so sooner!"
When they reached the restroom, Xing Ze finally put her down and even considerately asked, "Shall I help you in?"
"..." Mu Tingyu was practically ashamed to lift her head. "The women's restroom!"
"Close the outside door as well."
"......"
Is this the problem?
She resolutely refused Xing Ze's outstretched hand, and with a wave of her arm, ordered him to fetch her a cane right now, immediately.
She couldn't wait a moment longer; she wanted to get out of bed and walk immediately.
After she finished changing, she hopped out on one foot in a rather comical manner. Xing Ze had already returned, holding a small triangular cane in his hand.
She leaned against the tiled wall of the toilet, and like a septuagenarian, she shakily reached out and took her "new leg".
Then, with a raised hand, she stopped Xing Ze from stepping forward to help her.
"Alright, I don't need you anymore. I can walk like the wind now."
"......."
Xing Ze looked at this heartless little rascal and chuckled.
Knowing she was shy, he didn't say anything more, but instead shielded her on the inside of the corridor wall and followed her back.
This was the first time Mu Tingyu had ever used a cane, and she was quite clumsy, struggling to tame her new legs the whole way.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, she stopped in her tracks: "Should I take my phone to get it repaired later?"
"..." Xing Ze glanced at her, "It's already been sent."
"?"
"Didn't you say it was in your pocket?"
Xing Ze remained calm: "Why would I carry a piece of scrap metal in my pocket?"
"......"
She remembered that after she had her X-ray and was placed on the hospital bed, Xing Ze only left for half an hour.
How did he manage to do so much in half an hour?
I bought her clothes, food, and took her phone to get it repaired...
She suddenly remembered: "Have you eaten?"
Xing Ze raised an eyebrow at her in surprise: "So you finally remembered whether I'm alive or dead?"
"......"
"I thought I meant less to you than a piece of scrap iron."
"......"
"They only care whether it's dead or not, they don't care about me at all."
"......"
Where is this tea flavor coming from? It's so strong.
Knowing she was in the wrong, Mu Tingyu turned to his side and nuzzled her head against his arm in an ingratiating manner: "No, I didn't know you had done so many things. I thought you ate outside before coming back. So, did you eat or not?"
"have eaten."
“Oh,” Mu Tingyu asked again, “what about them?”
them?
Xing Ze narrowed his eyes, seemingly somewhat displeased: "I've already eaten."
"Huh, when did you go to eat?"
"While you were changing clothes in your room," Xing Ze clicked his tongue, "why are you asking so many questions? Why don't you ask me what I ate?"
Mu Tingyu, too lazy to pay attention to this jealous man, asked, "How long will it take to repair my phone?"
"A day or two."
"That's alright, it's just that I can't reply to messages."
Whose message are you going to reply to?
Mu Tingyu counted on her fingers: "A-Yue might send me photos, I wonder if Chu Bao will contact me, Teacher Zhuang might also send me a message..."
Xing Ze said, "Shaoyue, I'll go back for you. Don't worry about Zhuang Ren. Who is Chu Bao?"
Mu Tingyu was taken aback and turned to look at him: "How do you have A-Yue's WeChat?"
Xing Ze: "......"
He calmly replied, "That's not important. Who is Chu Bao..."
Mu Tingyu held out her hand: "My phone."
"......"
Xing Ze reached out and touched her head, calmly saying, "It's late, let's go home first."
Mu Tingyu looked at him for two seconds, gave a barely audible "humph," and replied, "Chu Bao is a girl who opened the art studio with me. She's the one who manages the studio."
Xing Ze asked, "You opened an art studio?"
"Oh." Mu Tingyu then realized that she didn't seem to talk to Xing Ze about her own affairs much.
Xing Ze never asked her anything.
In some ways, they are quite alike; they are both the type who won't ask unless the other person tells them.
"Chu Bao is a senior I met in college. At that time, my painting won an award at an exhibition and I became a little famous. We were both short of money, so she said she wanted to open an art studio with me. But actually she was in charge of managing the studio, and I was only responsible for painting."
Did you learn to draw in college?
"Yeah, I haven't been studying for very long, which means I should have some talent, hehe."
Xing Ze looked at her and slowly said, "Are you very tired?"
"Um?"
"You have to study, do part-time jobs to earn money, learn to paint, and travel. Aren't you tired?"
"I'm not tired at all. It's very fulfilling to do what I love." Mu Tingyu smiled. "Besides, I'm not just learning to draw. I'm learning a lot of other things, but I've only scratched the surface of them. I'm just doing them as experiences."
Xing Ze reached out and stroked her fluffy hair: "You did volunteer work because you liked it?"
He only remembered that during his university years, he was only willing to volunteer for credits.
"Yes, volunteering is a lot of fun! You can make a lot of new friends, and sometimes you can learn new skills, like pruning flowers and plants...wait a minute."
Mu Tingyu suddenly realized something, and a look of suspicion appeared on her face: "How did you know I would do volunteering? I don't think I told you about this before?"
Xing Ze: "......"
“Shaoyue said so.”
"Why is it Yue again? What did you secretly ask her behind my back? Did you ask me about all my embarrassing secrets?"
Xing Ze raised an eyebrow: "You have a dark past?"
Mu Tingyu: "..."
Not only do they exist, but there are quite a lot of them.
When she was writing a radio script for a sports meet, she accidentally submitted a short, sarcastic joke instead; when she was chatting enthusiastically with the classmate next to her during a casual class, she found out that the classmate was a teacher; when she asked her counselor for sick leave to do a part-time job, she bumped into him before she even left the school gate... In almost all of these incidents, Shaoyue was a bystander, and she would laugh hysterically when she talked about them afterward.
It can be said that she has almost all of Mu Tingyu's dark history from his university days.
A strong sense of crisis washed over her, and Mu Tingyu, eager to protect her image, reached out to Xing Ze: "My phone."
Xing Ze patted her head and casually coaxed, "Let's go home first."
"No, I want to see it now."
"Let's go home first."
"No, I want to see it now."
They bickered like children for a few moments, until Xing Ze finally said helplessly, "I really didn't say anything."
"You're just taking advantage of the fact that I don't have a phone, otherwise I would have asked myself long ago."
“We’ll read it at home later,” Xing Ze said. “They’ll be getting impatient.”
Mu Tingyu then calmed down, pointed at him with her finger from a distance, and said in his tone.
"Fine, I'll settle the score with you tonight."
Xing Ze: "......"
-
It was quite late when they got home.
Jiang Yu escorted them to the crossroads, and Xing Ze carried Mu Tingyu home.
The kitchen lights were still on. The little dog lay listlessly by the door. When it saw them come back, it barked and circled around their feet, pawing at their trouser legs as if it were starving.
"Didn't you feed Xiaoyu?"
Xing Ze went inside, grabbed some dog food and milk, and poured them into the bowl: "Hmm, I didn't have time."
"......"
Hearing this, Mu Tingyu's heart softened, and she said softly, "...Are all the ingredients for the hot pot prepared?"
Are you hungry?
“No,” she said, looking down at Xing Ze’s broad and smooth shoulders, “What a pity, all that preparation was for nothing. Can those vegetables be kept until tomorrow?”
"You can eat it whenever you want, so there's nothing to regret."
Xing Ze's voice was flat, and the muscles in his back and arms rippled slightly with his movements.
Mu Tingyu stood there, leaning on her cane, staring intently.
The light from the small lamp in front of the door shone on him, and his focused profile was silhouetted against the light.
She suddenly threw her cane against the wall and leaned over to climb onto his back.
Xing Ze paused, turned his head to look at her, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing much," she replied, then kissed him affectionately.
She hadn't noticed before, but Xing Ze's eyelashes were actually very long, thick and sometimes drooping down like black raven feathers, completely concealing the emotions in his eyes and making it impossible for people to figure out what he was thinking.
Except for certain specific occasions, he never speaks, including what he is thinking or doing, and he never tells her.
She has to guess.
She could guess, but she would rather hear him say it.
"Tell me you like me."
The girl's voice rang softly in my ears.
Xing Ze paused, stopped what he was doing, turned his face to her side and kissed her eyelids soothingly: "Sweetie, get up first."
Mu Tingyu got up, watched him go into the house, and then quickly came out.
He walked up to her, bent down, and picked her up.
His palms were still a little wet and slightly cool.
"Did you wash your hands?"
Xing Ze didn't answer, but instead pressed against her and whispered, "I like you."
He paused, then repeated, "I like you."
Mu Tingyu blinked, her heart aching: "You're going to lose your aloof image."
Xing Ze said, "I've never been aloof towards you."
She placed her hands on Xing Ze's shoulders and looked down at him: "I'm telling you, your aloof image in the eyes of the villagers is about to crumble."
He quickly realized: "Jiang Yu told you?"
“Hmm,” she responded softly, “because you didn’t tell me, so I had to let him tell me.”
"There's nothing nice about this," Xing Ze said, looking somewhat helpless.
"You didn't ask me, how do you know I don't want to hear it?"
“You never say anything,” Mu Tingyu accused him.
Xing Ze looked up at her and affectionately nuzzled her nose: "I'm used to it."
"But if you don't tell me, and I don't find out, then I won't know how much you like me?"
Mu Tingyu looked at him with a serious and sincere gaze.
Xing Ze's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his voice a little hoarse: "It's okay."
"You don't need to confirm this."
—You don't need to confirm this, you don't need to confirm how much I like you.
Because there will definitely be more than you imagine.
Because his head was tilted back, his eyelashes could no longer cover anything, and the light shone into his eyes, revealing the restrained yet profound emotions within them.
"I want to hear what you have to say," Mu Tingyu insisted, like a child begging for candy. "You have to tell me."
So Xing Ze said it again: "I like you."
"Besides liking me, you also need to tell me when you're happy, when you're unhappy, and what you're thinking."
"It's exhausting to guess what you're thinking." She leaned softly closer to him, almost touching him. "I'm not playing Werewolf with you, we're dating, okay?"
Xing Ze chuckled and readily agreed, "Okay."
"Then tell me, what are you thinking right now?"
Xing Ze's gaze fell to her delicate lips, which were so close to his own, and he whispered, "I want to kiss you."
They learn very quickly.
Mu Tingyu glanced at him sideways, her eyebrows and eyes involuntarily lifting.
She looked absolutely adorable. Xing Ze couldn't help but raise his chin, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly with impatience: "...Is it okay?"
Mu Tingyu admired it for a while with satisfaction, then smiled slyly.
"Can't."
-
Ten minutes later, Mu Tingyu sat obediently at the dining table, drinking the red date, longan, and white fungus soup that Xing Ze had cooked that afternoon.
The wood ear mushrooms were stewed until very soft and tender, and the soup had the unique aroma of red dates and longan. It wasn't too sweet, and the temperature was just right for eating, making it a perfect late-night snack. She quickly finished the bowl.
Xing Ze finished tidying up the dishes on the table, then put the pot of bone broth into the refrigerator, and took the empty bowl next to Mu Tingyu to wash it.
Mu Tingyu placed her hands on her knees, her eyes obediently following him.
He finished packing his things, washed his hands, and then turned to walk towards her.
Mu Tingyu raised her hand at him, a gesture that indicated she wanted a hug.
Xing Ze walked up to her and looked down at her.
Her lips were still a little swollen, clearly indicating that she had just been disciplined rather harshly.
He narrowed his eyes, a secret sense of satisfaction rising within him, and reached out to pick her up.
Where did you learn the habit of flirting and then running away?
Mu Tingyu kept her head down and didn't respond, but ordered him, "Bring me my cane."
Xing Ze smiled silently, picked her up with one arm, took the cane from the wall, turned off the light, and went upstairs.
He entered the room, casually pressed the light switch on the wall, and was about to put the person in his arms down when he saw her lean out and grab a pillow from the side.
Before he could react, she hooked her arms around his neck again and said righteously, "I'm going to sleep on the third floor."
"You're still not behaving yourself with this much injury?" Xing Ze thought she was joking. "Take good care of your foot."
“No, I want to sleep on the third floor.” Mu Tingyu said seriously.
Xing Ze said helplessly, "Why do you insist on sharing a bed with me?"
"It's so crowded."
"No, you sleep by yourself."
Seeing that he refused repeatedly, Mu Tingyu became somewhat annoyed and reached into his clothes, groping him haphazardly.
"Why not? Are you afraid I'll molest you?"
She touched it while speaking clearly and distinctly.
"—With a body like yours, what's wrong with me molesting you a little?"
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