Burning during the day and embers at night
"I...I've had enough." Zhou Jianxing's voice was nasal, like crumpled silk.
She sat up suddenly, and the movement pulled her sore muscles, causing her to hiss in pain.
With a red face, she almost hurriedly pulled out Wen Lingyi's hand that was still lingering between her legs.
Immediately afterwards, Zhou Jianxing arched his body, holding tightly with both hands his calves that were suddenly cramping, his brows furrowed in pain.
"What's wrong?" Wen Lingyi's voice was a little hoarse, and she leaned over very naturally.
Her warm palm lifted up Zhou Jianxing's calf, which was still twitching violently, without any explanation.
The skin under his palm was smooth and firm, with the elasticity and slight moisture of sweat that is unique to exercise, but at this moment it was as hard as a rock due to muscle spasms.
Wen Lingyi's palms, with just the right amount of strength, slowly kneaded and pressed along the taut muscle lines, trying to relieve the pain.
Her movements were gentle, almost doting. She even lowered her head and placed a soft, soothing kiss on the calf that was trembling slightly with pain.
Zhou Jianxing pulled a corner of the quilt to cover his chest covered with red marks. His hands were loosely supported on both sides of his body, supporting his slightly trembling upper body. He looked at Wen Lingyi in front of him with pure and focused eyes.
"Nothing..." She lowered her head, her voice like melted honey, dripping into the silence of the room, "It was a little too intense, and my leg cramped."
Wen Lingyi couldn't help but feel a little guilty. She completely lost control in front of Zhou Jianxing, easily shedding all her pretense of calmness and self-control, and became like a greedy predator.
The kneading movements of his hands were still gentle, but the corners of his mouth were raised in a satisfied yet somewhat helpless arc.
"I'm sorry." Wen Lingyi's voice was soft and gentle, her fingertips feeling the subtle changes in Zhou Jianxing's calf muscles as they gradually relaxed under the massage. "I can't help it. I like you too much."
This sentence came out without thinking.
By the time she wanted to regret it, it was too late. The skin under her hand trembled slightly, as if touched by her words.
An awkward silence fell in the room.
"I mean, it's a rare opportunity." She almost immediately made amends, trying to cover up her momentary loss of control with understatement, while letting go of Zhou Jianxing's calf.
Wen Lingyi remained kneeling, her knees slowly moving on the soft bedding to the position of Zhou Jianxing's head. Then, she leaned over and, with maternal tenderness, placed a soft, non-sexual kiss on Zhou Jianxing's smooth forehead.
Her long hair, as cool and smooth as the finest silk, cascaded down like a waterfall as she leaned over, landing on Zhou Jianxing's cheeks and neck.
The hair carried Wen Lingyi's unique fragrance, brushing against the skin itchyly, sliding slowly along Zhou Jianxing's neck and collarbone, like countless little bugs crawling.
"Not just during the day..." Zhou Jianxing was shaken by the gentle kiss and the teasing of her hair. Thinking of what she was going to say next, she turned her head to the side embarrassedly, not daring to look into Wen Lingyi's eyes, and her voice was so low that it was like a whisper, "Actually... at night is also possible."
"Hmm?" Wen Lingyi straightened up slightly, but did not leave.
She slowly lay down beside Zhou Jianxing, looking at her face to face. Her fingertips naturally reached out and pinched a strand of Zhou Jianxing's chestnut-colored, slightly curly hair, entwining it between her fair fingers and playing with it nonchalantly.
"Didn't you say you lived with your parents because you were afraid they would worry?" Her voice was very soft, intending to hide the inquiry in her words.
The two were so close that Wen Lingyi could clearly hear her own heartbeat, which had not yet completely calmed down, as well as Zhou Jianxing's equally violent heartbeat, which was nearby.
The two rhythms intertwine, forming a resonance with ambiguous echoes, which is particularly clear in the silent room.
"It's okay." Zhou Jianxing finally turned his head and bravely met Wen Lingyi's gaze.
In those deep eyes, she clearly saw her reflection at the moment, her cheeks still flushed, her hair sticking to her sweaty forehead, her eyes were hazy and out of focus, her lips were slightly open, wet and swollen after the love affair.
Lustful. Zhou Jianxing lowered his eyelashes and pursed his lips.
After a long while, the strong smell of lust in the air seemed to dissipate a little.
Zhou Jianxing took a deep breath, raised his eyes again, and stared into Wen Lingyi's eyes seriously: "They won't care about my love affairs, I will explain it clearly to them."
Love? They are not in a relationship now.
The remaining flame in Wen Lingyi's eyes, ignited by lust, was completely extinguished by these two words, leaving only cold ashes that quickly spread and froze her expression and eyes.
"How do you want to explain our relationship?" Wen Lingyi loosened her hand, and the chestnut hair slipped from her fingertips and hung in the gap between the two of them, like an invisible dividing line that was suddenly drawn.
"I don't want others to know about our relationship." Her tone was cold and every word carried a clear warning.
"I..." Zhou Jianxing opened her lips slightly. She wanted to say something, but in the end, she said nothing.
Zhou Jianxing's eyebrows were curled downwards, and her eyes became clear and clean again, as if they were instantly washed away by a cold current, but deep in her eyes, a heartbreaking crack was clearly visible.
It's like a piece of tempered glass hit by a heavy object. Although it hasn't completely shattered, the spider-web-like cracks clearly indicate the internal collapse.
This doesn't look good, Wen Lingyi doesn't like it.
Wen Lingyi still likes to look at Zhou Jianxing, who has bright eyes, is silly and energetic, and likes to see her unreserved happiness.
She was unhappy enough and didn't need someone even more unhappy to share her pain.
In order to dispel the suffocating silence and alienation, Wen Lingyi's hand subconsciously rested on Zhou Jianxing's waist again, and the smooth and delicate skin under her palm still had a lingering warmth.
Her fingers moved slowly over the skin with a deliberate, almost soothing touch, trying to rekindle something with the physical connection and divert their attention.
However, this time, as soon as her fingertips slid across the waistline, they were pushed away forcefully by a hand covered in sweat.
Wen Lingyi was slightly startled, and her outstretched hand fell awkwardly on the white bed sheet. She watched Zhou Jianxing turn around, leaving her with only a silent and stubborn back.
The graceful wing-like shoulder blades rose and fell slightly with the suppressed breathing, like two butterfly wings trapped under thin skin, ready to flap and fly away at any time.
Why are you throwing a tantrum again?
This is also what Wen Lingyi doesn't like.
"What I mean is," Zhou Jianxing finally spoke after what felt like a century, his back to her. His voice was calm, without a ripple, without any emotion, like a pool of stagnant water. "If you need me, I can come tonight."
need?
What does this mean? What does it mean that she needs words?
Wen Lingyi was a little confused by Zhou Jianxing's words.
Wasn't it a tacit understanding between them, each taking what they needed? A fleeting pleasure for adults seeking solace in their empty lives? Why, coming from Zhou Jianxing's mouth, did it sound like she was demanding something unilaterally?
The extended fingertips gently touched Zhou Jianxing's smooth back. The heat was still there, and the skin under the fingers stiffened slightly, then quickly returned to normal.
Since she said "she needs it", she wouldn't be polite to Zhou Jianxing.
Even Wen Lingyi herself didn't realize that she was almost angry with Zhou Jianxing, and her emotions were childish and direct.
Lifting a corner of the quilt, Wen Lingyi snuggled back into the bed, where the warmth and smell of the two people's intercourse still remained. It was dark, humid, and warm, like a mother's womb.
"No, I don't want it anymore." Zhou Jianxing was still in emo mode, and his voice was rarely filled with a hint of resistance and sobs.
She actually didn't know who she was angry with.
Was it Wen Lingyi? Or was it just his own unrealistic wish?
It was obvious that from the very beginning, she knew the boundaries of this relationship.
It has always been a taboo that cannot be spoken out.
Wen Lingyi seemed not to hear it, or to deliberately ignore the resistance. She used a bit of brutal force to press down Zhou Jianxing's legs as he tried to close them.
Zhou Jianxing silently gave up resisting when Wen Lingyi covered him again.
Why was it that her body was happy, yet the heart within her chest felt as if a large piece had been forcibly scooped out, leaving it empty and cold, leaking air? Even the part of her that should have been excited by the joy of her body had vanished without a trace.
But why did she separate her body and mind so much? Zhou Jianxing thought silently.
In the end, she could only be cruel to herself once again, as she had done countless times before: no extravagant expectations, no delusions. Just grasp the feeling in front of you, and own this present moment.
At least just now, Wen Lingyi said in person that "I like her so much."
Although it might be the murmur of lust, she really heard it at that moment.
My brain was flooded with white light, my body tensed and twisted uncontrollably, and my consciousness felt like it was being lowered into a bathtub filled with scalding water, groggy and drowning in a torrent of pure sensation.
Wen Lingyi finally raised her head, panting and crawling out of the humid and suffocating bed, greedily breathing in the fresh air.
She gently licked away all the sticky water stains on her lips, her eyes falling on Zhou Jianxing's still silent figure with his back to her.
An inexplicable urge to get closer drove her, so she stretched out her arms and hugged Zhou Jianxing tightly from behind.
Perhaps because she sits for long periods of time and doesn't like exercise, Wen Lingyi feels that her flesh is rather loose, or, to put it nicely, plump. When her fingers cover her tightly, the soft flesh overflows between her fingers, and her whole body resembles an undulating, warm wave.
In comparison... Wen Lingyi's palms lingered on Zhou Jianxing's tight and flat belly and waist.
Zhou Jianxing's flesh was much tighter, making her unable to let go.
The feeling of reality coming from her hands seemed to fill up a little of the inexplicable irritability and emptiness in her heart.
Suddenly, the weight on his body increased sharply. Zhou Jianxing turned over without warning and pressed her under him. As if he was afraid of hurting her, he only pressed her lightly, with one hand carefully placed on her ear.
"Sister Wen..." Zhou Jianxing's lips pressed against her earlobe, his hot breath, tinged with moist vapor, seeping into her ear canal, tickling her heart. His voice was soft and gentle, with an almost humble, flattering tone, "I want you, too."
Her fingers tentatively stroked Wen Lingyi's sensitive waist.
"I'll make you happy too, okay?"
This little fool, he was just thinking...why is he still thinking like this now?
Wen Lingyi felt a familiar throbbing coming over her again, and an unfamiliar heat surged deep within her body, instantly draining away most of her strength, making her almost unable to hold on.
The two bodies were pressed tightly together, their heartbeats hitting each other violently, like a silent, fierce confrontation, squeezing the air around them into stagnation and heating up.
Wen Lingyi still pushed Zhou Jianxing away. She struggled to get out from under Zhou Jianxing in a panic, turned over and got out of bed in embarrassment, took out a hairband from the drawer of the bedside table and tied up her scattered hair. A few strands of hair hung disobediently on her cheeks.
"I'm hungry," she said, her back to Zhou Jianxing, as she quickly pulled her silk pajamas up to her chest. When she turned back, her eyes were calm, "Let's eat first."
All the passion and fluctuations on his face had disappeared, as if he was wearing a perfect mask.
"Okay." Zhou Jianxing felt empty underneath her, and the cold air from the air conditioner blew unhindered on her exposed skin, causing goose bumps.
She remained in the position of being pushed away, frozen in place.
Why? Why resist her? Is it because... I don't like her touching that part?
Or is it because...that place is someone else's territory?
A territory of her husband that she could never enter or replace?
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