0039 Opioids (Part 1)
The moonlight lingered, and a gentle breeze rustled.
The servants in the Spring Festival Gala building all rushed to the main kitchen to pray for good luck. Shu Fu went up to the second floor in the dark, and after pushing open the door, she glanced at the roof beam out of habit.
The clear moonlight streamed in through the open window, and in the soft glow, she could see everything clearly.
There's no one in charge.
She paused for a moment, recalling what Zhan Yaoguang had said when she went back to her room to change clothes at noon.
He said he was leaving then, but why did he leave in such a hurry?
Shufu stood there for a while, then found a candlestick and prepared to light the lamp.
The flickering light from the candle wick was reflected onto the lampstand. Outside, the wind rustled softly. After lighting a few lamps, Shu Fu finally couldn't hold back her tears and let them fall.
Young people are often passionate yet fickle; this has been true since ancient times, and she should have understood it long ago.
He said he liked her the day before yesterday, and today he can leave so neatly and cleanly.
She should have treated this encounter as a gentle drizzle outside the curtain, just as she had said at noon, and let it disappear without a trace once the sun came out in the morning.
But she was, after all, a human being, not a god.
She had been attracted to that bright and cheerful young man, and that feeling couldn't be erased overnight; she needed some time to calm her emotions.
Shu Fu forced herself to light all the lamps, and as soon as she blew out the candles, a large part of the room suddenly went dark.
She was startled. The candlelight was dim; blowing it out wouldn't create such a shadow, unless...
She quickly turned around and saw a young man leaning against the window, idly fiddling with the beads on the curtain.
The moonlight and candlelight intertwined on him, creating two strange colors, half cold and half warm, and he blended between them, making him exceptionally beautiful.
Zhan Yaoguang looked up and met her astonished face; his relaxed brows furrowed instantly.
Why are you crying?
He walked to her side, wiped her face with his fingers, and caught the teardrop that clung to her pointed chin in his palm.
"What are you doing here? Didn't you say you were leaving? I didn't see you when I came back... I thought you had already left," Shufu said in a muffled voice.
Zhan Yaoguang's originally not very excited mood was immediately ignited by her words.
His eyes shone brightly as he looked at her with curiosity and anticipation: "So you cried because you thought I left and you were sad?"
Shu Fu didn't speak, but he didn't necessarily need to hear what she said in person; this mere conjecture was enough to excite him for a long time.
"Don't cry," Zhan Yaoguang took two more steps closer, reached out and gently wrapped his arms around her waist. Seeing that she didn't mind, he tightened his grip inch by inch, holding her firmly in front of him. "I told you back then that I wasn't leaving, but you didn't believe me."
Shu Fu had just recovered her senses when her heart began to pound rapidly, inexplicably.
She even unconsciously clutched his clothes under her palm, her face pressed tightly against his chest, her warm breath lingering around his collar and even higher up his neck, as if... she were kissing him.
The boy's ears burned, and he quietly pressed down on her shoulder blades, causing her to lie completely pressed against him.
It seems that I used a bit too much force just now, and it pressed down tightly on her tender, round breasts as well.
Zhan Yaoguang felt a little shy, but still followed his heart and did not change his posture of hugging her at all.
Shu Fu didn't notice his subtle movements, and only asked in a low voice, "I didn't see you when I went back to my room. Where have you been all this time?"
Zhan Yaoguang paused, his expression becoming extremely unnatural.
“I’ve been sitting on the roof beam the whole time, didn’t you see me?” he said.
"Impossible! I looked very carefully when I came in, you weren't up there at all!"
"You didn't turn on the lights back then, how could you possibly see everything clearly!" Zhan Yaoguang argued illogically.
Shu Fu raised her eyes suspiciously, while Zhan Yaoguang met her gaze without flinching.
Just as she was about to believe that she had really seen wrong and that he had actually been in the room the whole time, a gust of wind suddenly rose outside.
The wind rustled and shook, and there seemed to be a series of very faint, tinkling sounds overhead.
The boy's expression changed slightly. He turned around, rushed to the window, reached out, and caught a glittering object that had fallen from the roof.
What is that?
Zhan Yaoguang pursed her lips and tightly gripped the hand that was clutching something. No matter how much she pulled and begged him, he refused to open his hand so she could see it.
"Zhan Yaoguang!" Shu Fu was a little annoyed. After being rejected by him again, she paused, flung her clothes aside, and was about to leave.
He finally let go, grabbed her clothes and pulled her back: "Don't be angry, if you really want to see, I'll let you see."
After saying that, he put a cold object into her hand.
Shu Fu opened her palm and saw the silver moon, which was often tied to Zhan Yaoguang's hair, lying quietly in her hand.
"How did it get onto the roof?" she wondered.
Zhan Yaoguang lowered his eyelashes, casting a shadow under his eyes. He picked up the silver moon and carefully tied it to her index finger.
“Because I was just on the roof,” the boy paused for a moment, then slowly continued, his words growing faster and faster. “Just like you think, you’ve never been away for so long since we met. I didn’t know when you would be back, so I simply waited for you on the roof to see when you would come over from over there. I didn’t expect you to be gone for so long that I fell asleep up there and only woke up after you turned on the light.”
At this point, he paused for a moment, then laughed self-deprecatingly: "Anyway, you already knew I liked you and cared about you, so laugh if you want."
Zhan Yaoguang recalled how she had repeatedly bowed her head before her, confessing her feelings in the most humble way, yet never receiving a positive response from her. Her heart ached.
He closed his eyes, put on a brave face, and waited for her mockery to come.
However, the expected laughter and teasing did not materialize.
He had just opened his eyes to see what was going on when he saw the girl's beautiful face magnified in front of him. He could almost clearly see the fine, warm downy hairs on her face.
Her face flushed crimson, yet she still tilted her head back and pressed her sweet lips against his.
impartial.
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Finally, it's time to start writing the romance scenes! (σ′▽‵)′▽‵)σ
This chapter title is the same as last time; I guess it'll be used for a long time (〃′o`)
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