Chapter 50 His voice was hoarse: "—I don't need this..."
"......"
The sales clerk and cashier stared blankly as Mu Tingyu took out cash, paid the bill, grabbed the small box, stuffed it into her pocket, and then happily walked towards the door with the small bag.
“.......
The sales clerk watched her limping figure disappear into the distance, murmuring softly, "So beautiful, injured and no one to accompany her, coming alone to buy sanitary napkins, and even having to buy a condom for her boyfriend..."
"This little girl... has she been scammed...?"
The cashier clicked her tongue and shook her head, her tone full of regret: "Oh dear, of course! Look at how naive this girl is. Didn't you hear what she just said? She doesn't know anything about this stuff. It must be her first time dating!"
"Yeah, what normal guy would ask his girlfriend to buy this kind of thing..."
"........"
Mu Tingyu was completely unaware of the whispers behind her. Urged on by Jiang Yu, she struggled to climb into the passenger seat, accidentally bumping her foot on the foot pedal.
The big pickup truck sped off with a whoosh.
Jiang Yu was distracted the whole way, and Mu Tingyu thought he was afraid of running into Xing Ze on the way, so she comforted him reassuringly: "It's okay, Xing Ze has to buy groceries and get my phone for me, he has a lot to do. At least we're driving a four-wheeled vehicle, we'll definitely be faster than him!"
Jiang Yu responded with an "uh-huh," but what she was thinking was—you haven't seen how crazy Xing Ze was when he couldn't find you.
Even if he had the greatest courage, he wouldn't dare to keep it a secret.
While Mu Tingyu was shopping at the supermarket, he immediately informed Xing Ze on WeChat and solemnly declared that it was Mu Tingyu who wanted to go, not him who suggested taking her.
In other words, it means—you two play your little game of cat and mouse, but don't drag him, the innocent bystander, into it.
Xing Ze just replied with a message; the chat box contained only three simple words: "Understood."
Based on Jiang Yu's understanding of him, Xing Ze's current mood is probably not very pleasant.
He subtly wiped away his sweat, driving the pickup truck with a stealthy urge, no longer daring to speed, and steadily delivered Mu Tingyu home.
Mu Tingyu got out of the car at the end of the alley and waved to the driver's seat: "Sorry for the trouble, Brother Jiang!"
Jiang Yu waved her hand, cautiously poked her head out of the window, glanced at the house at the other end of the path, and breathed a sigh of relief: "He shouldn't be back yet, you should go in quickly!"
"Okay, I won't tell him I went out today, don't worry!" Mu Tingyu was in a good mood and said goodbye to him with a smile, "Bye-bye!"
Jiang Yu looked at her with pity, but dared not say a word.
The pickup truck made a nimble U-turn at the intersection and sped away.
Mu Tingyu carried the bag leisurely, walking briskly home, then stopped and touched the small, four-cornered box in her pocket.
hey-hey.
She couldn't suppress her smile, and a hint of anticipation lingered in her heart.
After reading so many erotic novels, I can finally put them to good use!
She clenched her fist proudly, ready to get her conquest on track tonight.
Xing Ze's bicycle wasn't parked at the door; he hadn't returned yet.
Mu Tingyu was secretly delighted. She reached out and stroked Xiaoyu's fluffy head, then hummed a song as she went upstairs.
She stuffed the sanitary napkins into a hidden compartment in her suitcase to erase the evidence, then sat back down in the rocking chair.
Before I could even put the computer back on my lap, I heard the sound of wheels rolling on the road.
She was startled.
You're back so soon?
Good heavens, luckily she was quick, otherwise he would definitely have caught her by now.
She pretended not to hear, huddled in her chair, quickly searched for a movie on the video app, clicked play, dragged the progress bar to the desired position, and then strained her ears to listen to the sounds downstairs.
Soon, the sound of footsteps going upstairs could be heard.
Xing Ze probably parked his bicycle at the door, didn't even put anything in the kitchen, and went upstairs.
She felt a sudden surge of nervousness and swallowed hard.
Her gaze fell on the screen, but she didn't look closely. She randomly clicked on a movie, only to find it was another boring romance film.
It was too late to change the movie now. She froze for a moment, then reached out and pushed the small box in her pocket further in. She picked up the water glass next to her and took a sip to calm herself down.
The footsteps sounded at a leisurely pace, appearing quite gentle.
He stepped onto the last step and walked straight to the balcony.
Mu Tingyu tried her best to concentrate, focusing her attention on the screen and pretending to be engrossed in watching a movie.
The footsteps slowly stopped behind her, and then fell silent.
She was puzzled and couldn't help but blink.
What is he standing there for? Why isn't he saying anything?
A few seconds later, a hand touched her cheek.
His palm was broad and dry, carrying an irresistible force, firmly holding her chin.
Her heart skipped a beat. Pretending that she had just noticed him, she turned around with a surprised expression and said, "Oh, you...you're back?"
Xing Ze remained calm, though his gaze was somewhat deep, perhaps because he was looking down at her.
He slowly hummed in agreement.
Mu Tingyu tried her best to suppress her guilt, and casually smiled and stretched out her arms to him: "Long time no see, give me a hug."
For the first time ever, Xing Ze didn't comply with her request, but instead lowered his eyes and asked, "What are you doing?"
His voice was deep and steady, devoid of any emotion.
Mu Tingyu tapped the screen with her finger: "Let's watch a movie."
What movie?
“Uh… this…” She quickly glanced at the movie title and told him.
Is it pretty?
"Hmm? It's...pretty? It's alright..."
How strange, why is he asking so many questions today?
Xing Ze's fingers gently caressed her face, carrying an inexplicable sense of pressure.
Two seconds later, his calm voice rang out.
What was the movie about?
Mu Tingyu's heart skipped a beat, and she turned to look at him: "...What's wrong? This is a romance movie, are you interested?"
Under her gaze, Xing Ze slowly moved the computer off her lap to the side.
He picked her up, sat her on the edge of the balcony, held her waist firmly in his large hands, and leaned down to kiss her lips.
Mu Tingyu's heart was beating a little fast. She felt that something was off about this man, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
His movements were very gentle, even slow and deliberate, as he gently nibbled at her lips, a kiss that was more agonizing than any of his previous ones.
"Um, you..."
She couldn't help but turn her head away, and his kiss landed on her cheek.
Before she could speak, the scorching heat suddenly descended, spraying all over her neck.
It carried a force that was different from the previous one, a force that was much deeper and heavier.
She shuddered and instinctively tried to back away, but was firmly held in place.
"—Why are you hiding?"
Xing Ze kissed the delicate skin on her neck, his voice muffled.
"Want to fall?"
"Um?"
Mu Tingyu placed her hands on the edge of the balcony, forced to raise her chin, her expression somewhat helpless: "Then, then let me down first..."
Xing Ze didn't answer. He placed one hand on her shoulder and neck, pressing her forward while lingering and licking her neck. No matter how she pushed him away, he wouldn't let go.
Mu Tingyu's neck was extremely sensitive, and his touch almost brought her to tears. She whispered, "Don't kiss my neck..."
She reached out and scratched hard a few times, and the person in front of her finally stopped.
Xing Ze lowered his eyes and quietly looked at the red marks on her neck.
After a long pause, as if he had finished admiring the sights, he smiled slightly and asked, "Are you hungry?"
Mu Tingyu's eyes were still hazy, and she subconsciously uttered, "Hmm...?"
Are you hungry?
She blinked slowly: "...Hungry."
"Hmm." Xing Ze pinched her chin and said with a faint smile, "Then let's eat first."
-
Mu Tingyu finally got to eat the braised pork and stir-fried shrimp she had been longing for.
She ate a light diet for more than a week, which was no different from eating the most exquisite delicacies. Her mouth and hands were covered in oil, and she didn't even have time to speak.
Xing Ze barely touched his chopsticks, just watching her eat. After a while, he pulled out a tissue to wipe her mouth.
Mu Tingyu made two "hmm" sounds, then suddenly remembered something and swallowed what was in her mouth: "—Have you gotten my phone back yet?"
"It's back."
She finally finished peeling the shrimp in the bowl and held it out to him.
Xing Ze wiped her oily fingers: "Upstairs."
"Okay." She withdrew her hand.
"Eat some more."
"Too lazy to peel it, my hands are so oily."
So Xing Ze slowly picked up a shrimp, peeled it, and brought it to her mouth.
Mu Tingyu smiled, picked up Cheese, and rubbed her head against his arm, saying, "You're so nice."
Xing Ze lowered his eyelids slightly, slowly peeling the remaining shrimp on the plate, and asked slowly, "Really?"
"Yes, yes," Mu Tingyu said, nuzzling against him again ingratiatingly. "I like you."
Xing Ze lifted his eyelids, his gaze becoming somewhat distant.
"Okay, I understand."
After dinner, Xing Ze washed the dishes in the kitchen, Mu Tingyu sat on a small stool by the door looking at the scenery, and Xiao Yu obediently lay at her feet.
The puppy is incredibly smart. Ever since Xing Ze picked it up this morning, it has learned not to jump on her and has started wagging its tail and circling around her feet.
The weather is getting warmer, and the sunlight shines on the open ground in front of the door, making it slightly hot.
She felt a little sweat on her back, fanned herself with her hand, and gazed into the distance with a bit of boredom.
Suddenly, his gaze froze.
"Huh?"
She squinted, watching the person appear at the end of the path.
"—Teacher Zhuang?"
Zhuang Ren, carrying a fruit basket, jogged over from the other end of the path, looking rather furtive.
"?"
Mu Tingyu, leaning on her cane, watched him run up to her with some confusion.
"What...what is this?"
"Teacher Mu, how is your injury?" Zhuang Ren asked in a low voice.
"It's...it's fine," Mu Tingyu said blankly, "Why...?"
"This is a fruit basket for you!" Zhuang Ren was about to hand it to her, but then he pulled it back and placed it against the wall. "It's too heavy, just leave it!"
"Okay... thank you, you're too kind..."
“I originally wanted to visit you before, but Brother Xing said you needed to rest, so I didn’t come,” Zhuang Ren explained softly. “I came once a few days ago, but he scolded me and told me not to bother you.”
Mu Tingyu: "......."
"I just came to deliver a fruit basket, don't tell me I've already been here." He cautiously peeked into the doorway. "Is Brother Xing in the kitchen?"
Mu Tingyu: ""
That scoundrel...
"Yes, he's in the kitchen..." she said, her head aching. "I'm sorry, Teacher Zhuang, he's sick..."
"It's alright, it's alright, as long as you're better. Don't worry about school, just focus on getting better!" Zhuang Ren quickly said.
When it came to teaching, Mu Tingyu became embarrassed: "No, no, actually I'm almost fully recovered. I should be able to go back to class in a couple of days. I'm so sorry to have troubled you during this time, Teacher Zhuang..."
"Don't mention it. Before you came, wasn't I the one teaching you all by myself?" Zhuang Ren scratched his head, his face turning red again. "You...you're more important to recover from your injury."
"Are the children all alright?" Mu Tingyu asked with concern. "Is Ali being obedient? Have Pengpeng and Shitou been paying attention in class? And the other children, come here, tell me about them!"
Zhuang Ren was initially hesitant, but when he saw her sparkling eyes, he was completely captivated and had no choice but to ask her to sit down first, and then tell her about what had happened at school recently.
The two sat and squatted, Zhuang Ren talking non-stop, while Mu Tingyu listened with great interest, occasionally chiming in with a word or two.
The two chattered away, completely forgetting about being scolded. Zhuang Ren started talking about how a few little boys had been up in the trees stealing bird eggs, and Mu Tingyu exclaimed with delight, "So there really are bird eggs in the trees!"
"Yeah, yeah, I think they weren't here a few days ago. Those kids were so naughty." Zhuang Ren said, sounding quite troubled. "Teacher Mu, only you can keep them in check."
"Really?" Mu Tingyu felt a surge of responsibility. "No, I can't rest any longer. I have to come to class tomorrow!"
"What to do tomorrow?"
"Class is in session! I..."
She stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence.
—This question was not asked by Zhuang Ren.
He was looking behind her with a horrified expression.
"......."
Mu Tingyu steeled herself and slowly turned around.
Xing Ze stood tall behind her, looking down at her with a calm expression.
Zhuang Ren's voice trembled: "Brother Xing..."
He explained hastily, "We just chatted for a while, nothing else..."
Mu Tingyu: ""
Xing Ze's expression was unreadable as he gestured with his chin toward Zhuang Renyi: "Go back now that the fruit basket has been delivered."
He bent down and picked Mu Tingyu up.
"We'll talk about the class later."
Zhuang Ren nodded blankly, looking at the two people who were naturally close together, and understood something in an instant.
"........"
Xing Ze gave him a meaningful look, then turned and walked into the house, leaving the man behind.
Zhuang Ren was afraid of him, but Mu Tingyu wasn't. She clung to him and protested, "Why do you say it later? I can already go to class!"
"Wait until you're fully recovered."
"I'm all better now!"
Mu Tingyu was carried up to the third floor by him. Xing Ze entered the room and closed the door behind him.
As he took off her slippers, he asked, "Did you have a good lunch?"
The topic changed so quickly that Mu Tingyu was taken aback for a moment: "Are you full?"
Why are you suddenly asking this?
"Mmm." Xing Ze put her on the bed.
She immediately exclaimed "Oh dear!" and scrambled to her feet: "What are you doing? I'm still wearing my coat! The bed will get dirty!"
Xing Ze ignored her and walked to the window, then quickly pulled the curtains shut.
The room suddenly became dark.
Mu Tingyu then realized something was wrong.
She hesitated before asking, "Um... why are the curtains drawn?"
Xing Ze leaned casually against the table, seemingly finding it a bit amusing, and repeated himself.
"--Why?"
Mu Tingyu blinked, then suddenly realized, "Are you angry?"
Xing Ze stared at her intently, without saying a word.
"Is it because Zhuang Ren came to see me?"
Xing Ze remained silent. Mu Tingyu, realizing she had hit the nail on the head, began to lecture him: "Hey, don't be jealous! Zhuang Renren is a nice guy. He just came to visit me. Why are you scolding him? And about what happened in class..."
As she chattered on and on, Xing Ze slowly straightened up, walked to the bedside, and reached out to pinch her chin.
"...Hmm?"
Mu Tingyu felt inexplicably frightened by his gaze and shrank back a little.
Xing Ze slowly spoke under her wet, animal-like gaze: "Why are you so disobedient?"
Just as Mu Tingyu was about to say, "I'm very obedient, where am I disobedient?", she saw him lean down, push her onto the bed, and press his knee against her groin.
This position was a bit too dangerous. Mu Tingyu subconsciously struggled for a moment, and suddenly felt a loosening in her jeans pocket.
With a thud, something fell onto the bed.
Her brain clicked, and she instantly realized what was happening. She reached out to block, but Xing Ze grabbed it first.
“”
She tried her best to remain calm and looked up.
Xing Ze's long, strong fingers held the small box, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he were studying the words written on the box.
Mu Tingyu knew better than anyone what was written on it.
That was carefully selected by her; it contained hyaluronic acid and was ultra-thin and imperceptible.
“”
Xing Ze's gaze swept past the box and landed on her.
Mu Tingyu immediately felt a burning sensation on her cheeks.
The man spoke calmly, "What is this?"
"........"
She remained calm: "...a set."
When was it bought?
“”
She couldn't answer that now.
Xing Ze looked at her quietly, then suddenly chuckled.
He turned to the side, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and casually tossed the things inside.
The box with its four sharp corners collided with the wooden planks, making a crisp sound.
Mu Tingyu couldn't help but sit up and look longingly in that direction.
She spoke softly, "No, you don't need to?"
Xing Ze leaned down and slowly approached her, his hand stroking upwards along her calf.
She flinched, but was held firmly.
Only when their noses touched and their breaths mingled did Xing Ze slowly speak, his voice hoarse.
"—No need."
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