Chapter 58 The Decision "I like you the most too, come with me."...
As the indoor temperature continued to rise, Mu Tingyu's cheeks turned a deep red from the heat.
She was still weak from the afterglow, and her fingers were limp. It was only thanks to Xing Ze holding her hand and guiding her that she didn't slip away.
Even so, after her fingers had only touched him a few times, she heard the man's suppressed panting.
Mu Tingyu lowered her head, staring at her hands and the place where they were clasped together.
Xing Ze kissed her forehead again and again. After a while, he spoke in a hoarse voice: ".....Don't stare."
Mu Tingyu tilted her head back, her eyes bright: "Why?"
"......."
He paused for a moment, then kissed her eyes, his tone helpless: "...I couldn't help it."
"......."
Mu Tingyu's cheeks were burning.
Her hand was held tightly by the man, as if afraid she would run away in fear; the temperature transmitted from his palm was unbearably hot.
His scent enveloped her completely, and at this moment, it seemed to carry some other fragrance, unique and pleasant. Her head gradually became dizzy from the aroma.
Like a lump of paste, it was dizzying and accompanied by a slightly unbearable humid heat.
It feels just like when I was a child and had a high fever, so I was huddled under the covers.
Mu Tingyu's eyelashes were still damp with moisture as she drowsily thought in the darkness.
She has always been in good health and has rarely been sick; moreover, she is very afraid of getting sick. Being sick means trouble.
That time, it rained heavily after school, and she didn't have an umbrella, so she had to walk home soaked. Like a drowned rat, and then the cold wind blew on her, and she developed a fever that day. She didn't get home until the adults came back, when they took her to the hospital for an IV drip and medicine. After that, they all turned off their lights and went to sleep. They had to work during the day and didn't have time to care about her well-being.
She developed a fever again in the middle of the night. Not daring to bother them, she curled up, buried herself in the blankets, and silently shed tears while struggling to breathe.
It was pitch black, and all she could see were peeling paint and moldy corners of the room. She clutched the corner of the blanket tightly, constantly reassuring herself that she shouldn't bother others, that she would be fine after a good night's sleep, that she would be fine after a good night's sleep, and that everything would be alright soon.
The next day, the sun shone through the small window and fell on her, and her fever broke.
In the morning sunlight, she got up, changed her soaking wet clothes, cleaned the remaining dishes on the table, made herself breakfast, and stood by the window, squinting in the sunlight. She sighed, "The weather is so nice; finally, it's not raining anymore. I just hope it doesn't rain again."
Looking back now, it's a miracle she wasn't suffocated.
"What's wrong?"
Xing Ze suddenly asked.
Mu Tingyu snapped back to her senses, somewhat startled by his voice, and lost control of her grip, squeezing him tightly.
The man let out a muffled groan.
"......."
Xing Ze pressed his forehead against hers, taking a couple of breaths as if he couldn't stand it.
Her hand froze, then she leaned in and kissed him affectionately, with a hint of apology in her voice.
Xing Ze's gaze pressed down on her, deep and menacing: "...On purpose?"
"No, how could that be?" Mu Tingyu blinked, denying it earnestly. "What good would it do me if you were too fast?"
"........"
Xing Ze seemed helpless, chuckled softly, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Not angry anymore?"
To make herself seem less easily appeased, Mu Tingyu said, "There's still a little bit left."
Xing Ze hummed in agreement and asked, "Then what should we do?"
He was like a student humbly seeking knowledge, his eyes lowered as he awaited her answer.
Mu Tingyu's mind was not on this.
The temperature in her palms was still scorching hot, showing no signs of abating, and she couldn't concentrate on listening to him speak at all.
Why did he have to talk to her about whether she was still angry at a time like this, so seriously, like it was an academic seminar? What a strange man.
Mu Tingyu disliked academic discussions. She cleared the mess in her head, rummaged through her drawers and found her memory box, which she used to store the essence of her erotic novels. She quickly gathered the fruits of her labor after reading countless books day and night.
What was written on it again... how did it move...? I think it was like this...
She tried to move her hand in the way she remembered.
Xing Ze suddenly let out a gasp, seemingly out of control, as if he had bumped into something.
Then he remained silent and kissed her forehead, his breath slightly unsteady.
Mu Tingyu seemed encouraged and gradually increased the force of her blows.
She was a top student wherever she went, and quickly became proficient.
"........"
The image of her longing while leaning against the bathroom door was now unfolding before her eyes.
Xing Ze's dark eyelashes drooped, his eyes were like thick fog, his breath was hot but extremely unsteady, and he kept kissing her forehead, eyelids and the tip of her nose, each kiss filled with deep affection.
She looked at his emotional expression for a long time, and then let go of his hand without warning.
Xing Ze clenched his teeth and his brow throbbed as he was provoked by this.
He grabbed the mischievous little hand and pulled it towards him.
Mu Tingyu thought she was going to be taken back to do hard labor, but instead, she felt a soft touch on the back of her hand. Xing Ze kissed her reassuringly and asked, "Is your hand sore?"
"......."
She blinked slowly.
"I'll stop when my hands get tired, okay?"
She was kissed again. The man indulged her to the extreme, and although he had reached his limit of patience, he still prepared to get up and go to the bathroom.
"Not sour."
She grabbed him, her voice clear and bright, with a hint of mischief, "I just wanted to tell you that this time it was 'intentional'."
"......."
Xing Ze was so agitated by her teasing that his whole body tensed up, but he still sighed helplessly, his tone pleading: "...Baby, stop playing with me."
He bent down, his tall frame bowing to her, drawing close to her.
—This appearance is truly and remarkably similar; it's impossible to separate it from her likeness.
He feels restless when she's not around, can't sleep without her, waits for her the moment she turns around, and comes running when she beckons...
He indulged her, followed her, and waited for her, but he was never good with words.
Mu Tingyu raised her head and looked carefully into his eyes.
This time, it seemed she had finally parted some of the fog, and through her crystal-clear pupils in the night, she saw the pain and struggle at the very bottom of the deep pool, a struggle that was difficult for others to perceive.
It was a profound emotion, the most fundamental and the most silent, suppressed and concealed by lust.
So she reached out and took his hand again.
She asked, "Do you like me?"
"......"
Xing Ze stroked her neck and said in a hoarse voice, "...I like it."
How much do you like it?
She increased the force.
Xing Ze frowned impatiently and answered her, "...My favorite."
That wasn't enough. She used every trick in the book, pressing her palm against him, and asked bluntly, "If you like me so much, what will you do after I leave?"
"........"
She pressed, "What do we do?"
Xing Ze gritted his teeth and said breathlessly, "...I'll wait for you."
really.
She kept moving her hands and leaned in to kiss her.
The girl's skin was rosy and her red lips were kissed until they were luscious and tempting.
He gave a weak reply, but then he heard her clear voice ring in his ears.
"Xing Ze, do you want to come with me?"
His breathing suddenly stopped.
......
What is she saying?
He stared at her blankly, not yet reacting, but the sudden increase in speed instantly brought tears to his eyes.
The instigator looked at him innocently, her eyes curving sweetly like a piece of honey, dripping with sticky juice.
Her words, like the seductive words of Satan, pierced straight into his heart.
She said, "I like you the most too, come with me."
......
Almost the instant he finished speaking, he could no longer restrain himself and kissed her deeply, then surrendered to her.
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Look, what a terrifying statement.
She said he was her favorite, her absolute favorite.
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At the boundary between darkness and dawn, the wind outside the window howled fiercely all night, and now it has finally subsided a bit, but the rain still has not stopped, as if it wants to thoroughly wash the world clean before it stops.
The small white building was quiet; the sounds inside had subsided long ago. The bed was warm and cozy, with two people snuggled close together.
The girl was curled up in the blanket, fast asleep, her cheeks flushed from her body heat, and her lips were also rosy.
Xing Ze put his arm around her and gently rested his chin on the top of her head.
The light outside the window, blocked by the curtains, was already starting to appear, but his eyes remained clear, showing no signs of sleepiness.
After a while, he raised his hand wearily and pressed his brow.
The girl seemed startled by his movements, unconsciously hummed, broke free from his arms, and turned her back to him.
"......."
He stared at her back for a while, then reached out and pulled her back into his arms.
She looked so obedient and compliant as she slept. She rolled over and snuggled into his arms, nuzzling him affectionately.
Xing Ze looked down at her for a long time, and finally let out a long sigh of relief.
"...You can't bear to part with me either, can you?"
His voice was so low it was almost inaudible.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, Mu Tingyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she mumbled an "Mmm".
He suddenly looked down at her; she was sleeping soundly, looking completely at ease. The sound he had just heard seemed like his imagination.
"......"
She was a master at this. She would stir his heartstrings while pretending nothing was wrong, leaving him standing there, itching with desire.
......
Just how much weight does this little bird's "favorite" really carry?
He lay there quietly, watching her intently. Once she had truly fallen into a deep sleep, he gently pulled his arm out and got out of bed.
He grabbed his clothes, went downstairs to the second floor, and took a cold shower.
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The air was heavy, but the coolness he brought with him dispelled some of it. He went back upstairs, took his phone, stood in front of the table, raised his eyes, and slowly looked over.
The table was monotonous to the point of being boring, filled with machines and equipment that he had gradually moved over the years, with data cables piled up haphazardly, along with a stack of books and a pile of completed and unfinished sketches.
besides.
He turned around and looked into the glass display case, which contained all sorts of models.
The cabinet was sealed with a lock; he never opened it, so not a speck of dust could get in. He had installed a light inside, but it was never turned on.
In the dimly lit room, they sat there silently, seemingly forgotten, yet not forgotten.
He stared at it for a while, holding the phone in his hand the whole time, his fingers unconsciously stroking the cold screen.
Suddenly, the girl on the bed let out a soft hum, and as if sensing something, she stretched out her arm and touched the side of the bed.
Not finding anyone, she frowned, her eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she were somewhat uneasy.
"Hmm..."
She curled up and shifted, reaching out to grope around until she grabbed Xing Ze's pillow, slowly pulling it into her arms. She sniffed it, then fell silent.
"......."
Xing Ze's heart softened for a moment.
He closed his eyes and sighed helplessly.
He opened his phone, tapped into the deserted WeChat list, and found Xing En's chat window.
It's 6 a.m. Beijing time. I wonder if she's awake yet.
His older sister seemed cynical, but she was actually a workaholic. She got up earlier than the chickens and went to bed later than the dogs. She was decisive and no one dared to disobey her at the company. When they were young, she often kicked him in disgust, saying that he couldn't speak properly. She got a little better when she grew up, but she never gave him a kind look.
She always said he was a block of wood, devoid of humanity, and would be all alone sooner or later.
He used to think the same way, so he didn't care how his life turned out. It's estimated that in the decades to come, architecture would be the only pleasure in his impoverished and boring life.
But things are different now.
He pulled his gaze away from the sleeping girl's profile, lowered his eyes, and began typing.
"Please tell the old man for me that we can chat sometime."
He stared at the chat box for two seconds, then flicked his finger and clicked send.
Then he casually turned off his phone, put it aside, and let out a long sigh, as if he had exhaled the pent-up frustration that had been weighing on his heart.
He looked back at the bed.
The girl was still clutching his pillow tightly, her brows furrowed, and she pouted as if she were feeling a little wronged.
Even though she was exhausted from working until four or five in the morning, she still had the energy to look for him.
That little rascal is so tempting. Not only did he tease me, but he also tried to reach for the bedside table several times, only stopping after I disciplined him.
He gently curved his lips into a smile, stepped over, sat down on the edge of the bed, and took the pillow from her arms.
She seemed particularly reluctant to let go, and was so anxious that she wouldn't let go.
Xing Ze gently coaxed her, "Sweetie, I'm here. Don't need a pillow, okay?"
As if she heard a familiar voice, she stopped struggling and relaxed her brows.
Xing Ze got into bed, warmly embraced her, and asked softly with a hint of amusement in his voice, "You're so reluctant to part with me?"
Mu Tingyu snuggled closer to him.
"Are you reluctant to part with me?"
He seemed to want an answer from her, childishly asking the sleeping girl, "You like me that much? You can't even leave me for a moment?"
"Hmm?" he asked affectionately, nuzzling her forehead, feeling an unprecedented sense of relaxation, and said with a smile, "Why are you so delicate?"
"Say something?"
Why does he even like my pillow so much?
The girl curled her lip, as if she could no longer bear his harassing voice, and slapped his cheek.
With a crisp "snap," the sound stopped abruptly.
She relaxed her brow with satisfaction, found a comfortable spot, and continued to sleep soundly.
"......."
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