Chapter 55 Chapter 55 (Part 2) Take a breather, she likes...
Gu Zhi suddenly stretched out his hand, supported himself on the couch, and almost began to gasp.
He lowered his head and slowly covered his face with his right hand: "Nothing."
The other hand was still held by her.
Nan Qiong Shuang played with his fingers, scratching her fingertips on his broad palm, thinking to herself, this doesn't look like everything is alright.
Could it be that she blew on him and he became so breathless that he fell down?
Not really, right? No matter how inexperienced you are, you wouldn't be that sensitive.
What if I blow on his neck?
"Jiaojiao," the person opposite suddenly spoke again, lowering his hand and clenching it into a fist. "I haven't finished asking."
"What do you want to ask?"
"Why?" he asked softly.
"What why?"
He raised his head and looked at her.
Do I even need to ask this? Do I even need to ask this...?
There are some things that urgently need her to explain to him. She has this responsibility and she should explain it. Doesn't she understand?
"Jiaojiao," he suddenly laughed, "Are you playing dumb?"
Nan Qiongshuang was shocked by his expression.
Cold, sarcastic, and self-deprecating, like a pale ghost with a wry smile.
Before she could react, he knelt up on the couch and sat beside her, one hand supporting her side, his long hair cascading down.
He was so tall that even when he was leaning on his side and tilting his head, he was still taller than her.
He gathered her long hair around her face, almost touching her ear, and whispered in a ghostly voice, "Jiao Jiao."
She was really scared, and goose bumps appeared on the white skin on her face.
How can I be so close to her?
With his personality, would he actually allow himself to talk into her ear?
"Why do you hang out with him all day? Why don't you bear a grudge against him even though he got you hurt? Why don't you get angry when he gets you involved? Why do you follow him on adventures again and again? Why do you let him get so close to you?"
The voice was so soft, as soft as a hazy rain in the early spring, half asleep and half awake. The warm breath sprayed on her ear, but the sentence was long, fragmented, and intermittent, which made her feel itchy.
What happened to this guy today? Before he went down the mountain, he nodded and said "Miss Chu" when he saw her. But when he came back a day later, he closed all the doors and windows, blocked her in the corner of the bed, and seemed to be biting her ear to talk.
"Speak." He said more seriously, "Why?"
She didn't know how to answer, and before she could speak again, he said:
"Why did you feed him dates? Why did you feed me and then feed him again? Why did you accept the flute he gave you? Why did you play his flute? Why..."
Why do you say that I should marry him on my wedding day?
"Are you two crazy?" There was a battle between chaotic hostility and gentle clarity in his eyes. The violent emotions raged in his chest for several rounds. After a long while, he could only utter these words.
"I..." She, who had always been like a fish in water, was speechless for a moment. How could he hear her from such a long distance?
She didn't speak, and he lowered his eyes.
His Adam's apple rolled several times, and his five fingers clenched the quilt on the couch.
He had also seen the figure of five fingers clutching the quilt in his dreams.
But in that dream, it was she, not him, who wrinkled the quilt.
Do you have to push him to that point?
He gently lifted her chin, as if fiddling with something, forcing her to look up at him.
They were so close that she was almost pinned into his arms by the wall behind her. At this distance, communication seemed to no longer require sound. Their eyes met, each other's reflections, and their breathing was in sync. If they spoke rashly, the sound they made would scare each other.
So, he understood the meaning of her silence.
She didn't know how to explain it.
So he gave her a multiple-choice question.
His bloody index finger gently and lovingly rubbed her soft lips for a moment, staining them with some of his bright color.
"Jiaojiao, do you like Li Xuanbai?"
What would he do if she said "yes"?
However, his eyes were so confused that they were almost on the verge of breaking out. Even though she acted so recklessly, she didn't dare to tease him for a moment.
But she also didn't want to say "no". She was unwilling to give in to his wishes too much.
She lowered her eyelashes and said aggrievedly, "Huai Jin, I want to eat lychees."
He was stunned for a moment and didn't understand.
After a moment, he said helplessly, "Why eat lychees at this time..." He scratched her lips again, stood up, opened the window, and gave orders outside.
The lychees arrived quickly.
The lychees were placed in a high-legged fruit plate with a lotus pattern, stacked into a pointed little tower. Gu Zhi picked one up and peeled the lychees one by one with his long eyelashes and bony hands.
She looked at it nervously. Was it peeled for her?
She deliberately said: "Before, in Lingjue Pavilion..."
The cool and soft lychee suddenly touched her lips. He asked calmly, "What's wrong?"
There was his fishy smell on her lips, and she frowned for a moment, "There is blood."
He pushed the lychee between her lips with his index finger and said without hesitation: "Eat it."
Her heart skipped a beat.
This guy...why is he getting weirder and weirder?
He scratched himself for no apparent reason and then rubbed her lips. She thought it was an ambiguous gesture, but now she saw that he might have deliberately smeared his blood on her lips and asked her to eat it.
How could such a gentle and elegant person...
Only then did she realize that she had thought too simply of Gu Huaijin.
It is true that he is a gentle and kind person, but behind that gentlemanly side, there may be something that has never been revealed to others, something that is neither known to others nor should be touched by others.
But it's too late.
She had touched it and even played with it.
"Okay, Jiaojiao." He said softly, "Can you tell me now?"
As she chewed, thousands of thoughts flashed through her mind.
He suddenly stretched out a hand and placed it under her chin.
He lowered his eyes: "Nuclear."
Her heart skipped a beat and she obediently spat out the shiny black fruit core.
There was a porcelain plate next to him, but he didn't throw it away. Instead, he took the round core into his palm and rubbed it and played with it.
She looked at the glistening water stains in his palms, and for a moment she felt her ears burning, so she closed her eyes.
Although she herself did not expect the situation to change so quickly, today, perhaps she could get that kiss.
"Sir, you want an answer?" She smiled.
"Huai Jin." He clutched her quilt again.
"I don't know what love is." Her eyes sparkled in the dim room, bright and full of interest:
"Is it like what the young master did to me?"
He lowered his eyes, his body tense like a fully drawn bow, breathing hard, and said nothing.
No answer?
She smiled in her heart, if you don’t answer, you will never get my answer.
She suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Sir, little bug."
She leaned over and blew gently for a moment between his long, drooping hair, near his rolling Adam's apple.
Suddenly, everything stopped.
The dust in the air solidified, the chirping of insects outside the window faded away, my heart stopped beating and my heartstrings broke, leaving only the deafening sound of blood rushing into my brain.
He was swept away and drowned by the tide of blood and heat. When he regained consciousness, the flower-like woman was already beneath him, her long hair like a cloud lying on the couch, tears in her eyes, panting repeatedly, and clutching her collar in panic:
"Sir, what are you doing..."
His mind went blank for a second.
That dream...
That dream was like this.
With his hands on her sides, he breathed deeply. Such a gentle man could actually have a day when his breathing became as heavy as a wild beast.
Nan Qiong Shuang swallowed uneasily. Everything today was progressing too fast.
But, at this point, does he have the courage?
"Huai Jin..." Her lips opened and closed, and only then she realized that Li Xuanbai's fan, which she had been playing with in her hand, had fallen on her chest. Now it was between the two of them, hard and uncomfortable.
And... there was more than just this fan that was hurting her.
It was so hot that her breathing was frozen.
She felt him, how could he not feel it?
Now he actually has the courage not to dodge.
She was almost shaking with anxiety. Was he crazy today?
I couldn't do that today. This wasn't the day for it. Without a name or status, it would just come down to the final step. Once the man came to his senses, he would lose interest in her. Men always did.
She struggled: "Huai Jin, let me go..."
He didn't move, just pressed on her, with his elbows on her sides, lying in the long hair at the crook of her neck, burying his head and sniffing deeply.
One breath in, one breath out. One breath in, one breath out.
The man's breathing.
It wasn't the first time she'd heard it. That rough, chest-rattling gasp, the kind that practically made her entire chest buzz, represented desire, represented decadence, represented someone who had helplessly slid into a bone-eating swamp, with the only hope of survival being the hem of her skirt.
She liked men to suffer for her and be tortured for her, and for a moment she was even fascinated by this kind of danger. She raised her hands, stroked his back, and slowly hugged him.
Today, she doesn't want to, but she likes to hear it after a while.
He froze even more for a moment, shaking uncontrollably, his lips trembling even more violently. He swallowed and looked around blankly at the side of her face.
She couldn't see his expression, only his long hair brushing against her face.
After a long time, he said:
"I'm sorry, Jiaojiao. Today... I don't know what happened to me."
She was so proud that she laughed and said, "Don't you know this?"
"If you knew..." He swallowed again, lifted himself up from her neck, and pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes closed. "If you knew... then... save me."
She laughed, "No."
He almost groaned and actually lowered his waist.
She suddenly felt that the thing that was just on her was now pressing against the door without any obstruction, burning like fire through her clothes.
She suddenly woke up.
He is really crazy, he is really crazy today.
Not only him, she was also too playful today and almost got herself into trouble.
She said, "Huaijin, no."
He said in a low voice, "Jiaojiao, please."
She asked, "Do you know what you are talking about?"
He was silent for a long time, with his long eyelashes drooping, his forehead rubbing against hers slowly and tenderly, and their noses rubbing against each other. His thick eyelashes, rubbing against her eyes, were actually dripping wet.
Just like her body.
He shed tears and said sadly:
"Jiaojiao, I'm sorry."
"But I can't."
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