Chapter 62 Chapter 62 (Two Updates in One) I only ask you...
She locked herself in the room for about three or four days. On the fifth day, she was writing at the table when the door creaked open.
She calmly put what she was writing into the books piled up on the corner of the table, picked up a copybook, and traced it with her eyes lowered.
"Jiaojiao." He closed the door and looked around the room. Seeing someone at the table, he walked over and asked, "Are you writing something? What?" He naturally put his arm around her waist and leaned down to hug her.
"Calligraphy." She dipped her brush into ink again and, without even looking at him, traced down from the top. "Not busy today?"
"I'm busy, actually." He closed his eyes and kissed her hair. "I'll find time to come back and see you."
Without even looking up, she said, "It's okay if I don't have time."
He was stunned, and stroked a strand of her hair, feeling a little bit of something. "Why?"
She said, "I told you before, I don't want to embarrass you."
"It's not difficult." He smiled, put his arm around her waist and pressed down. She couldn't help but lean on the edge of the table. "I've been incredibly busy these past few days, and I've always thought of you. But every time I go out, you're still up, and when I come back, you're asleep again. I just happened to come back today to get something, and I saw you at the window, so I came in."
"Why do you have to come back in person to get the thing? Why not just ask someone to deliver it to you?" She didn't even raise her head.
Hearing this, he lowered his eyes, loosened his grip on her a little, looked at her back, and didn't speak for a long time.
"What's wrong with Jiaojiao? Don't you want to see me?" He held a strand of her long hair, put his index and middle fingers together, and gently combed it downwards.
She didn't answer, but just traced the calligraphy.
The less she spoke, the more uneasy he became. These days, he'd also discovered that while she appeared gentle, she was actually quite unpredictable. Her eyes, like a deep lake, shimmered transparently by sunlight, yet beneath them, he could see nothing.
He couldn't bear it anymore and called out, "Jiaojiao..." while turning the person to face him.
She still held the brush in her hand. He led her back and she leaned her lower back against the edge of the table. She looked at him calmly, "What's wrong?"
Couldn't she see he was worried? Why was he so cold? Didn't she care?
It's only been a few days since we last met, why are you treating him like this again? Have you forgotten him in just a few days?
"Jiaojiao, you..." His tone became difficult, "...I have missed you so much these days."
She heard it, but seemed to find him baffled. She blinked for a moment and looked him over. "Is it just about this?" She turned back and continued to sketch with her head down. "It's an honor."
"No more writing, Jiaojiao." He took a breath, pulled the brush out of her hand, placed it on the pen holder, turned back and held her hand, "No more writing. Turn around and look at me."
She turned back with him helplessly, frowning, "What?"
He felt a chill in his heart at that impatience.
After not seeing him for a few days, she didn't recognize him again?
He stretched out his hand and tried to push the loose hair behind her ears, but she calmly turned her face away and dodged.
Ignoring his hesitation, she said, "I also want to ask, how long do you intend to keep me here? You said you wanted to wait until I recover from the poisoning, but in fact, the poison in that cup of tea the elder drank has already been removed."
He drooped his eyelashes, staring at her collarbone in a trance, and murmured, "Jiaojiao wants to go out?"
“Who wouldn’t want to go out?”
"Who do you want to go out and meet?" He grabbed her waist.
She just laughed and didn't answer.
He was most afraid that she would just smile without answering.
"Who are you meeting?" His expression remained calm, but his eyelashes trembled constantly as he kept asking, "Who are you meeting?"
Suddenly, there were two knocks on the door, and Aliang's voice said, "Young Master, Miss Heng is outside the door urging us."
He suddenly dropped his eyes.
She smiled and said, "Go quickly, they are waiting."
He turned around: "Tell her to wait." He turned around again, "Who are you meeting? Him again?" He leaned forward and pressed her against the table. Her knees suddenly hit his legs.
She put her hands on the table behind her to prevent herself from falling backwards, but she still leaned back slightly and was held by his hands, and was pressed inch by inch into his arms.
"Who do you want to see again? No. I've told you many times, no." He murmured, rubbing his chin against the top of her head. "Everyone else is fine, but not him, Jiaojiao."
She didn't show any emotion, as if she was too lazy to deal with his anxiety.
She was always like this. She was in his arms, yet she was completely out of the picture.
He hugged her, almost begging her, and refused to let go.
After a long time, she finally spoke. He thought she finally began to feel sorry for him, but she put her hand on his chest and pushed him away. "...It's heavy, go away."
"Go away?" He found it hard to accept. "I've been so busy these days that I couldn't even see you. I finally came to see you, and you told me to go away?" He bent down even more to hug her. It was no longer just a hug. Her slender body almost sank into his broad chest. "Why are you telling me to go away? Why? We haven't seen each other for just a few days."
She showed no mercy: "Go away, I can't stand."
"Jiaojiao..." He raised his eyes in shock and pain to look at her. He saw that her eyes were so calm, as if even his anxiety could not cause a ripple in her eyes.
She really doesn't care about him.
"No." He didn't give any reason to speak. Suddenly, Ah Liang knocked on the door twice more. "Young Master, Miss Heng is outside urging you to come out."
He didn't even turn his head, didn't say a word, just looked at her stubbornly, put his hand on her knee, and with a force, put her on the table, leaning against the stained glass window behind him.
Only then did she startle. The stained glass window had carved lattices and could be seen from outside. Heng Huang was right at the gate. If he barged in without mercy, wouldn't he see her sitting at the table?
She said, "What on earth are you going to do? People are waiting outside."
He whispered, "Don't be so cold, Jiaojiao."
Then, regardless of anything, he came close to her, pushed her knees apart with his waist, hugged her against his waist, and held her with his arms around her.
He started panting again.
Her heart skipped a beat and she felt something was wrong.
She was sitting on the table, which was higher than usual, which seemed to be just right for him to hold her. However, he was still not satisfied and put her on the table and pressed down heavily. She was no match for his strength and fell backwards involuntarily.
When he finally couldn't bear it anymore, he suddenly let go of one hand and supported himself on the table.
With his other hand, he dragged the person on the table a little closer to him. She watched helplessly as she leaned back slightly with her knees apart, and he actually dragged her to his waist. She gasped for a moment.
Something seemed wrong with him again.
The mouth is silent, but there is something aggressive in it.
"Brother Jin!" A crisp call came from outside the yard.
She said anxiously, "Okay, okay, if you have anything to say, just say it. People are still outside, don't make such a fuss."
He didn't seem to care about such a loss of composure. He just lay behind her, panting, breathing in and out, and it was unclear whether he was heartbroken or what.
After a long moment, he said almost humbly, "Jiaojiao, don't be like this. ... We don't have much time left..."
Having said that, he couldn't continue. He grabbed her clothes on the back with his hands, his chest trembling, and his hot breath sprayed in her ears:
"There's nothing between me...her and I. Senior Sister and Junior Brother Yi will be there soon. Last time, when she made such a scene, I defended you in front of everyone. Sect Leader Heng was furious, and Uncle-Master almost had me thrown into the Waterfall Prison. I refused no matter what. I had done nothing wrong, and I refused to be punished. For days, it was a scene of chaos, and some elders supported me and spoke up for me, and I was finally spared."
"Later, we argued for several days in Bodhi Pavilion. Heng Huang brought up old grievances, saying I had betrayed her in the past, which was bullshit. Finally, Sect Leader Heng said that there was no need to ruin the long-standing friendship between the two mountains because of a young man, and that both sides should make concessions. This was the best solution, and I had no choice but to accept it."
She lowered her eyes and listened indifferently.
"He told me that Heng Huang was coming to Tianshan and wanted to go hiking, and asked me to accompany him. My uncle said that if I didn't go, since the Yin-Yang Key had just been lost, he would ask me to go to Sanqing Peak to guard the Xingchen Pavilion. How could Sanqing Peak be traversed in a single day? In all the years, I've only tried it once a while ago."
She knew why he had to travel back and forth to Xingchen Pavilion in a single day.
She took a deep breath.
"If we go to Sanqing Peak, I'll have to walk for at least a month or two. How can I feel at ease if you stay in this courtyard alone with so many people watching you? Besides, as the host, accompanying her on the mountain trip is my duty. Our two families have a deep friendship for generations, so this isn't an unreasonable request. But I don't want to be alone with her, so I brought Yi Haichuan and Senior Sister along."
Is anyone else going with you?
Then, perhaps Wu Dao had ulterior motives and was deliberately testing her.
She chuckled, "Why don't you just send me to Lingjue Pavilion?"
"Jiao Jiao!"
He hated those words so much that he could hardly control himself.
She suddenly realized that he was merciless and had no mercy today.
Even after that, he dared not to dodge, but leaned against her openly and held her waist.
With one hand on the table, he lowered his head, his voice filled with unbearable gasps.
Is this person really crazy? He only gave her a little taste of it, but it's endless, using this trick to deal with her all day long.
Even if she really allowed it, would he really dare to do it? Who on earth wouldn't dare to do it?
She smiled and said, "Don't be like that. You always have so many difficulties. I've already told you that I don't want you to be embarrassed. Why bother explaining to me? I don't ask you to explain."
He actually laughed sadly, "No explanation?" He suddenly sighed, "...Okay. Okay."
The voice was so gentle, yet he approached and retreated slowly and calmly, retreated and approached again, panting, and making the strands of hair on her temples rise and fall.
The hot and rough breathing made half of her body numb without her noticing. It felt like thousands of little bugs were biting her ears, so densely packed that it was frightening.
She shivered and closed her eyes.
What are you doing? Is this what you're getting angry about?
There was no way she would give in just because of this threat.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the courtyard door, and that sharp voice like a knife came again, "Brother Jin! Brother Jin!"
She just remembered what happened, opened her eyes, and struggled, "Don't be crazy, go away, they are..."
But suddenly she looked into his eyes.
Chaos, devastation, thirst, the bottom of the eyes is dark and bottomless, and it is almost impossible to tell whether there is still sanity.
She was stunned, then understood.
His brain was broken and he didn't know what he was doing. The only person who was awake was her.
Outside the courtyard, Heng Huang's delicate voice was like a death urge. Ah Liang also stood in front of the door and knocked on it non-stop, "Young Master! Young Master!"
She couldn't stand it any longer, and there was really nothing she could do. She patted his back and said, "Okay, okay, Huaijin. You go first, and we'll talk about it when you come back in the evening."
"In the evening?" His eyes suddenly brightened. He leaned close to her lips, rubbing his forehead against her eyebrows. His eyes seemed to be sighing as he looked at her face. "When you come back in the evening, will you talk properly?"
She was breathing softly, helpless, and didn't really want to look at him.
After a long moment, he said, "Jiaojiao, don't be angry. I'm so tired of tolerating her, how could I possibly like her? It's just that I have to do things for the sake of my reputation." He panted, rubbing his nose against hers. "Don't you know what kind of person I like...?"
Her heart melted into a puddle, but she still remembered her plan to force him, so she smiled and said, "What are you angry about? I won't be angry about anything on the mountain."
He was stunned, "Then..."
"Anyway, I'll forget everything when I get down the mountain in a month."
After he finished speaking, he stopped talking and even stopped making those moves that were intended to tease her.
Everything stood still for a moment, unable to move forward.
Gu Huaijin stood there stiffly, silent for at least a quarter of an hour.
An unknown amount of time passed before Heng Huang's patience ran out outside the courtyard. "Is healed? Brother Jin, I'm going back!"
He finally let go of her stiffly, and walked away with his eyes downcast, without even a last look at her.
However, when he reached the door, he took a long time to slow down, holding onto the door frame, and swaying slightly.
Nan Qiongshuang sat at the table, looking at his back, and actually felt that he looked like a wounded soldier.
*
That night, Gu Huaijin finally came. He sat beside her couch, in the dead of night, without lighting a lamp, quietly watching her sleep, holding a strand of her hair, sometimes playing with it, sometimes kissing it.
She was suddenly awakened by someone staring at her in her sleep. When she opened her eyes, she saw a dark figure sitting beside her bed. He was not in the darkness, but staring at her silently and without blinking, occasionally lowering his eyes to kiss her.
Those who were looking at Yama coldly in the underground palace were also shocked for a moment.
Seeing that she was awake, he took her hair away from her lips, "Jiaojiao."
She deliberately ignored him, pulled her hair back, turned over to the couch, and closed her eyes again.
"Jiaojiao, you're ignoring me again."
For some reason, the voice was still his usual gentle voice, but in the night, it sounded charming and frivolous, totally unlike him.
He said, "I'm here. Are you sleeping?"
She deliberately ignored it.
He stroked her long hair and took another strand in his hand, "Don't pretend to be asleep, dear."
That voice was like a gentle threat.
Why is he so wrong today?
She didn't say anything and kept her eyes closed.
In the darkness, he smiled warmly, "It's really hard to wake up someone who's pretending to be asleep."
He slowly lifted her quilt, climbed onto her couch, lay down beside her, and covered himself with the quilt.
Then, he leaned over, hugged her from behind, put his hands on her belly, and caressed it lovingly.
Before he said anything, his body leaned against her, burning hot, causing a burning sensation in her lower back.
He said gently, "Are you still pretending to be asleep, Jiaojiao?" and knocked on her door.
She couldn't stand it. How could he really be so used to this trick? She turned around irritably and said, "What are you doing? You're sleeping."
He laughed, buried his head in the crook of her neck, and sniffed her collar, "Don't sleep, I'm coming."
In this case, those who don’t know would think they are a pair of wild mandarin ducks, who are familiar with the route and are quietly being intimate when there is no one around at night.
Isn't he the most morally squeamish person?
"How could you..." She was almost speechless, "How could you sneak into a girl's room in the middle of the night, get on her bed, and be here..." He pushed again, and the rest of her words were choked in her throat.
"Didn't Jiaojiao say that we'll forget everything? Then what's the big deal?" He laughed and hugged her, sniffing her neck lovingly and rubbing his body against her affectionately. "Since Jiaojiao will forget everything, then as long as I can get past this, nothing will be impossible."
"You..." She laughed angrily. Did you really pass that level yourself?
"Jiaojiao, you're right... You really reminded me today."
He hugged her tighter, his nose sniffing the back of her neck. Every time he passed an inch, his light breath sprayed on her skin. Her little hairs trembled, and the breath on her body seemed to tickle. Goose bumps spread from her neck all the way to her chest and abdomen. "You will forget it anyway, so why can't I?"
She started to tremble and was surprised to find that even Gu Huaijin had not started to breathe heavily. Instead, her mouth began to dry out and she quickly closed her lips.
Even in this situation, she still maintained the composure of a victorious general and smiled, "Aren't you the least pushy of people? Didn't you say you only pushed me that one time? You care about other people's thoughts and feelings, and you don't force anyone, but you only force me here?"
"Yes," he actually laughed, knocked hard on the door, and kissed the back of her neck, "I only force you, I only force you."
She heard the word she liked and laughed, "What are you forcing me to do?"
"Don't sleep tonight." He breathed in her ear, "From now on, I will come every night. You sleep well during the day and talk to me at night."
She was at a loss for words. Even at this point, his arrow was on the string, his bow was fully drawn, yet he still didn't know where to aim.
His breath touched the tip of her ear, and she shuddered, but she just rolled her eyes and said, "Get lost."
He ignored her and kissed her ears without any cover.
He actually started kissing her.
But that has a different meaning. Kissing her lips is different from kissing her earlobe.
Before he offered his love to her, she would just watch him coldly even if he lay on her bed, unable to live or die.
If the order is reversed, all previous efforts will be wasted.
She closed her eyes and accepted his kiss. She liked this helpless acceptance, as if she was the innocent one.
He whispered, "Turn around."
She loved teasing him the most, "No. Is it annoying?"
He turned her over without saying anything, not allowing her to turn her back to him, and made her lie flat on the couch. He supported his arm on her side and pressed on her again.
The first time is new, the second time is familiar, and he no longer even despises himself.
He lowered his head, admiring the disheveled hair and flushed cheeks of the person beneath him, and swallowed.
Even she began to breathe heavily, her lips opening and closing, revealing a white pearly tooth in the middle.
He suddenly remembered the dream. A piece of candy fell from her candied haws and landed on the newly painted portrait. She immediately became unhappy, her delicate lips tucked between her teeth and biting.
He reached out his hand, carefully, and finally, touched her lips.
soft.
It was just as soft as the touch in his dream.
It was these two petal-like things that had been tormenting him for a long time.
Nan Qiong Shuang was stunned.
He leaned over her, head bowed, long hair hanging loosely at her side, and pressed his thumb between her lips, rubbing and caressing it lovingly, not wanting to let go.
He had never dared to touch her lips before.
He leaned closer, and this time, he dared to get only half an inch away from her lips. Their breaths intertwined, entwined with each other, breathing in and out.
Only then did he realize that even breathing was so meaningless.
Exhaling is thrusting. Inhaling is pulling out. One exhalation, one inhalation, is one thrust, one pull out. (This is just a psychological description, no actual action involved)
What is he thinking?
He likes to think.
When she was deliberately provoking him, when she was deliberately ignoring him, neglecting him, and savoring his heartbreak, had she never thought that this day would come?
He smiled, his voice hoarse and low, as if he was thirsty:
"Jiaojiao, will you be angry if I kiss you?"
Her heart moved. This was also the word she liked. "No."
In the darkness, he actually laughed happily and leaned over her, "Great,... then you can't kiss me even more."
She couldn't believe it. He touched her cheek and scratched her pointed chin with his thumb. "I have discovered it, Jiaojiao. If I treat you carefully, you won't know how to treat me carefully. If I care about you, you won't know how to care about me. I can only force you... force you to do it, and then you will agree."
She was shocked to hear the sound of "应" as something else.
"I really... How could I possibly..." He leaned over her, trembling. "You are so cruel, why would I..."
"I really can't stand you... I miss you so much during the day. Every day before I leave, I go to your room to see you. It's so hard to see you, and you treat me like this. I'm sad. Do you never feel sorry for me, Jiaojiao?"
"If you want to go down the mountain, I'll let you go. If you want to leave, I'll let you go. What happens to me is my own business. What else do you want?"
"We don't have much time left anyway. I'll prepare everything for you, whatever you want. But in the remaining days, can we not mention this matter? Can we?"
His tears fell, crackling, hitting her heart, making it wet and suffocating.
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