Centripetal revolution
On Saturday morning, Wen Lingyi woke up earlier than usual. She felt like there was a restless little bird in her heart, fluttering and jumping.
In the bathroom, hot water washed over the body, bringing a sense of clarity, but it could not wash away the inexplicable and indescribable feeling in the heart.
I haven't seen Zhou Jianxing for a long time.
She took a deep breath, looked at her steamy face in the mirror, and began to carefully carve it.
The foundation was light and smooth, blending perfectly with the skin tone. The eyeshadow was a soft apricot shade, the lashes were clearly curled, and the lip gloss was a carefully selected nude with a subtle pearlescent sheen, which made the lips look moist and plump. The whole look was gentle and natural.
Wen Lingyi admired herself in the mirror with satisfaction. Every detail was impeccable.
She stood up and went to the dressing room. The huge wardrobe was filled with new season items and haute couture. Wen Lingyi picked up each item one by one, gesturing in front of the floor-length mirror. Finally, her fingers stopped on a misty rose pink silk suspender nightgown.
The texture of the silk flows like water, the shoulder straps are so thin that they seem like they will slip off at the slightest touch, the neckline is designed just right, not too revealing, yet vaguely outlining the graceful bust line, the length of the skirt just covers the hips a little, and will create a subtle breeze when walking.
This is it. Wen Lingyi put on her nightgown, the cool touch of silk against her skin. She picked up the curling iron and patiently curled each strand of hair into a perfect curve, ensuring that they fell lazily and delicately on her shoulders.
Finally, she picked up the bottle of Penhaligon's Deadly Tenderness. The top note was the slightly sweet fruity scent of nectarine mixed with apple, with a hint of fresh herbal flavor. The middle note was the dignified and soft floral scent of jasmine and lily of the valley. The base note was the deep, seductive warmth of sandalwood and musk, with a hint of dangerous atmosphere.
Wen Lingyi carefully sprayed the perfume on her hair and the beating pulse points on her neck.
Thinking that she would have to go outside later, she grabbed a pearly white tulle blouse and put it on, slightly covering up the sexiness of her nightgown.
Walking into the living room, she came to the entrance cabinet, hesitated for a moment, and finally put on the diamond ring that symbolized her married status. Although she knew that the light of the diamond ring would hurt Zhou Jianxing, this was an insurmountable safety line she had set up to prevent the two of them from getting deeper and deeper into trouble.
The cold weight of the diamond pressed against the base of his finger, bringing a sobering pain.
She walked to the door, took a deep breath, and opened the heavy door of the villa.
The early morning sunlight was a little dazzling. Wen Lingyi squinted her eyes subconsciously. The moment her vision focused, she was stunned.
Zhou Jianxing was already waiting at the door.
She had her back to the door, bending over to sort out a pile of various flower seedlings and tools at her feet. When she heard the door open, she turned around abruptly.
Wen Lingyi clearly saw Zhou Jianxing's amber pupils suddenly dilate, and then her neck was quickly stained with a thin layer of red at a speed visible to the naked eye, spreading rapidly upwards, invading her cheeks, ears, and even her small earlobes turned red.
Zhou Jianxing's gaze shifted hurriedly away from Wen Lingyi, floating aimlessly in the air, his fingers nervously clutching the hem of his old T-shirt.
Wen Lingyi's gaze also fell on Zhou Jianxing. Compared to her own exquisite appearance, the man before her could only be described as disheveled.
He wore an old gray T-shirt that was washed to a pale color on the upper body, a pair of frayed over-the-knee denim shorts on the lower body, a pair of dirty sneakers with dried mud on their feet, and a cheap sun hat tilted on his head.
That sweet face was clearly tired, with a faint dark shadow under the eyes and a bit of chapped lips. She looked dusty and exhausted, as if she had just rushed from a construction site.
When did you arrive?
"Mrs. Wen, good morning, Mrs. Wen..." Zhou Jianxing's voice was dry and tense. He almost didn't dare to look into Wen Lingyi's eyes. His gaze swept across the flower seedlings on the ground in panic. "I found some flower seedlings. As I said last time, they can be planted next to those shrubs to add a sense of layering..." His voice became smaller and smaller, like the hum of a mosquito.
Wen Lingyi suddenly remembered that Zhou Jianxing had indeed mentioned this matter last time.
It turns out that she not only said it, but also really did it.
In this impetuous world, it is such a clumsy yet serious way to keep promises.
"Well, thank you for your hard work." Wen Lingyi's voice softened unconsciously.
After saying hello, Zhou Jianxing seemed to have received a pardon. He immediately lowered his head and began to work silently.
Watering, loosening the soil, pruning overgrown branches, carefully planting the seedlings I brought, carefully observing the condition of each plant, and then accurately applying fertilizer and spraying insecticide.
Sweat quickly soaked the strands of hair on her forehead, slid down her cheeks and neck, and left shiny marks on her slightly red skin.
Wen Lingyi leaned in the shade of the porch and watched quietly.
The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves and fell on Zhou Jianxing's body. She looked at the beads of sweat rolling down Zhou Jianxing's face, and her eyes that were focused and almost pious in the sunlight. Her amber pupils appeared a translucent gold under the strong light, like a gem full of light.
Zhou Jianxing's intense concentration on the flowers and plants is as if she's not working, but engaging in a silent dialogue with nature. At that moment, she exudes a strange sense of harmony, a sense of being one with the garden, like a plant spirit that has strayed into the human world.
The sun was getting hotter and hotter, and the temperature was climbing steadily. Zhou Jianxing's T-shirt was almost completely soaked with sweat, sticking tightly to his back, outlining the clear lines of his shoulder blades.
Wen Lingyi turned and went back into the house. A moment later, she came out with a towel. She walked straight to Zhou Jianxing and, in front of her astonished gaze, raised her hand and gently and carefully wiped the sweat from her face, neck, and even her collarbone with the towel.
When Wen Lingyi's warm fingertips touched Zhou Jianxing's sweaty skin through the towel, she could clearly feel the body under her palm trembling slightly.
Zhou Jianxing subconsciously wanted to reach out and take the towel to wipe himself, but when he saw his palms covered with mud and grass debris, he suddenly froze in mid-air, not daring to touch Wen Lingyi at all, for fear of dirtying her.
The breath of the two people became hotter than the air in midsummer. Zhou Jianxing smelled the pleasant floral and fruity scent on Wen Lingyi, mixed with his own clean breath.
The whole world seemed to have lost its colors and sounds, leaving only Wen Lingyi in front of him.
She stood there blankly, letting Wen Lingyi wipe her face and body. Because they were close enough, Zhou Jianxing could clearly see Wen Lingyi's skin, which was so delicate that her pores were almost invisible. At this moment, it was also stained with a light peach pink due to the heat.
Wen Lingyi's moist lips sparkled with tiny pearlescent light in the sunlight. She was so close that she could almost smell the faint fruity scent coming from the lip gloss.
My heart was pounding. Was this contact between two people considered normal? Did Mrs. Wen really not think that this contact was too intimate and ambiguous?
Zhou Jianxing couldn't help but start to have wild thoughts, fantasize and be distracted again.
Time seemed to be stretched out. It was unknown how long it had passed before Wen Lingyi finally wiped off her almost completely sweaty skin and put some distance between herself and Zhou Jianxing.
Zhou Jianxing breathed a sigh of relief and stammered, "Thank you, Mrs. Wen," to Wen Lingyi.
Wen Lingyi responded with a smile so gentle that Zhou Jianxing almost thought that Wen Lingyi's indifference in the cafe that day was just an illusion, so gentle that she almost drowned in it.
Her heart was ignited again by Wen Lingyi's touch and smile. The determination to end it completely seemed so fragile in front of such a gentle smile that it choked in her throat and she couldn't utter a word.
Just as she was hesitating, Wen Lingyi turned around and went into the house.
For some unknown reason, Zhou Jianxing followed him in. She thought that she should completely sever ties with Wen Lingyi.
In the living room, Wen Lingyi was taking ice water out of the refrigerator and pouring it into a clear glass.
She turned around with the cup in hand and saw Zhou Jianxing standing at the door, looking a little uneasy. "Drink some water." Wen Lingyi handed the cup over, her voice still gentle.
Zhou Jianxing was about to reach out to take it, but his eyes fell on his dirty palms, and his movements froze. He retracted his hand awkwardly: "Mrs. Wen, can I...can I go wash my hands first?"
She was thirsty too. Her mouth had been dry since she saw Wen Lingyi in the morning. Now she felt like there was a fire burning in her heart.
"Of course." Wen Lingyi nodded and pointed to the end of the corridor, "The bathroom over there."
In that bathroom, Zhou Jianxing couldn't help but recall the second time he came to repair the water heater. Wen Lingyi pressed closer and closer in the narrow space, her suffocating approach amidst the steam...
She nodded at Wen Lingyi with difficulty and walked towards the bathroom with heavy steps.
However, just after taking two steps, Wen Lingyi suddenly blocked her way.
Wen Lingyi's eyes fell on Zhou Jianxing's dry, chapped lips. Without hesitation, she handed the glass to Zhou Jianxing's lips. The cold water droplets condensed on the wall of the glass almost touched her lower lip. "Master Zhou, drink some water first. I see your lips are all chapped."
"It's okay, I'll go wash my hands first." Zhou Jianxing was startled and took a step back in panic.
Wen Lingyi's eyes darkened. She took a half step forward and placed the cup firmly against Zhou Jianxing's lips again. This time, her voice was clear, almost commanding: "Zhou Jianxing, drink some water."
Is Mrs. Wen angry? Zhou Jianxing's mind went blank, leaving only the instinct to obey.
She bent her knees slightly, raised her head obediently, and opened her thirsty lips.
Wen Lingyi held the cup steadily, controlling the speed of the water flow, letting the cold liquid slowly flow into Zhou Jianxing's mouth. She was so close that she could feel the amazing heat emanating from Zhou Jianxing's body and the slight trembling.
Because of the tilted head position, Zhou Jianxing's slender neck was fully exposed to Wen Lingyi. Wen Lingyi lowered her eyes and met the pair of eyes looking up at her. The amber pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of moist mist, and her reflection was clearly reflected in them.
At this moment, there was only Wen Lingyi in those eyes.
Zhou Jianxing also stared at Wen Lingyi, who was so close to her. From this upward angle, she could see a thin layer of sweat covering Wen Lingyi's snow-white shoulders and neck, and the lines of her collarbone were incredibly beautiful.
Wen Lingyi's deep eyes were like a bottomless pool of water, reflecting only her disheveled figure.
At this moment, Mrs. Wen only had eyes for her.
Zhou Jianxing was stunned and forgot to swallow and breathe. The water quickly filled her mouth and then overflowed from the corners of her lips, winding across her hot neck skin, bringing a cool stimulation.
"Hmm!" Zhou Jianxing suddenly came back to his senses, coughed, and hurriedly stood up. He wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, his cheeks red as blood. "Thank you... Thank you, Mrs. Wen, I'm not thirsty anymore..."
Wen Lingyi stopped her movement by grabbing her wrist.
"Dirty." Wen Lingyi casually placed the water cup on the chest of drawers next to her, then stretched out her fingertips to stroke the corners of Zhou Jianxing's moist lips.
At that moment, Zhou Jianxing felt as if all the air in her body had been sucked out, her blood began to boil, and all the strength in her body disappeared. She was fixed in place, unable to move even her fingertips. She could only allow Wen Lingyi's fingertips, which were slightly warm, to gently and slowly brush across the corners of her lips, wiping away the cold water marks.
Wen Lingyi's face was getting closer and closer in Zhou Jianxing's dilated pupils... until the only thing between them was the finger resting on her lips.
Zhou Jianxing could even see the subtle lip lines on Wen Lingyi's plump lips, and the tiny hairs covering her beautiful lip cupid's bow, which were almost transparent in the light.
The lip gloss was so full that it seemed like it would drip from Wen Lingyi's lips in the next second.
What color is that? Like Austen's William Morris, a soft apricot pink. Only fair skin like Wen Lingyi would look good with it.
So beautiful. Zhou Jianxing's mind was blank, with only this thought remaining. She seemed to be pulled by an unknown mysterious force, and she involuntarily and extremely slowly lowered her head slightly, bringing her lips closer to Wen Lingyi's fingertips and also closer to Wen Lingyi's lips.
She could feel Wen Lingyi's warm breath brushing her cheek.
It was not until Wen Lingyi suddenly withdrew her fingers that Zhou Jianxing came back to his senses as if awakened from a dream.
The fingers left, but Wen Lingyi's face was still close at hand. Instead of moving away, she continued to move closer.
Until Zhou Jianxing turned his head away.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Wen." Zhou Jianxing instinctively wanted to apologize. She should also apologize for her almost blasphemous behavior just now.
She didn't want to kiss Wen Lingyi, but she almost did it.
"...It's okay, go wash your hands." Wen Lingyi was a little disappointed, finally closing the suffocating distance between them and watching Zhou Jianxing walk stiffly towards the bathroom at the end. She had seen Zhou Jianxing's previous distraction and wondered why he stopped in the end.
Zhou Jianxing felt as if he had been pardoned. He turned around stiffly and walked quickly towards the bathroom at the end of the corridor, his every step following his frantic heartbeat.
In the huge bathroom, Zhou Jianxing splashed his burning cheeks with cold tap water over and over again.
Looking up, I saw a disheveled face reflected in the mirror, with unnatural flush on cheeks and even the eyes still maintaining an almost empty and blurred look.
Was it an illusion? Or a hallucination? Or did Mrs. Wen almost kiss her?
She irritably pulled up the hem of her sweaty old T-shirt around her waist and tried to wipe her face with it.
At this moment, there was a soft "swish" sound and the bathroom door was pushed open.
Wen Lingyi walked in.
Zhou Jianxing's movements froze in mid-air, her T-shirt was pulled up, revealing her tight waist and abdomen, and even a small edge of her sports bra.
She let go of her hand in panic, turned around and looked at Wen Lingyi at the door helplessly.
"Master Zhou, thank you so much." Wen Lingyi said as she walked closer.
She had taken off her outer shawl, and all Zhou Jianxing could see was Wen Lingyi's snow-white shoulders, neck, arms, and thighs. The large area of snow-white skin emitted a lustrous luster under the soft light of the bathroom.
Her steps were slow, her feet almost touching the ground, moving with a strange, stagnant rhythm. Her silk pajamas wrapped around her plump and soft body, swaying and flowing gently with her movements like water waves.
Mrs. Wen was not wearing anything underneath.
This realization completely broke the string of rationality in Zhou Jianxing's mind.
She knew she should look away, should leave the bathroom. However, her body and consciousness seemed to be completely separated. Her consciousness was like a rusty gear, stagnant and difficult to turn, and her body was like a doll with a broken spring, completely malfunctioning.
The only connection she had left with her body was that she could feel her heartbeat getting heavier and more intense, as if it was about to burst out of her chest at any second.
The emotions that she had been forcibly suppressing for so many days, like a spring compressed to the limit, suddenly lost all restraints and rushed out with an overwhelming force.
Her longing, desire, love and unrequited love for Mrs. Wen roared and crashed inside her, clamoring so much that her eardrums hurt.
Wen Lingyi's face became clear again in her blurred vision, and became very close again... so close that the tips of their noses almost touched.
Another sense in her body was completely activated, and her nostrils were filled with extremely tempting fragrance.
In a trance, Zhou Jianxing saw Mrs. Wen slightly raise her delicate chin, her soft, moist mouth opening and closing, as if she were saying something. Was Mrs. Wen's voice too soft? Or had her ears been drowned out by the sound of rushing blood? She couldn't hear anything at all.
She could only see the two lips opening and closing, like a silent invitation.
This time, the body's instinct completely overwhelmed consciousness and crushed all rationality.
Zhou Jianxing stretched out an arm and put it around Wen Lingyi's waist, pulling her forward so that their bodies were pressed closely together.
Then, she bent down and kissed him regardless.
At that moment, time seemed to be infinitely stretched and frozen. Zhou Jianxing's heartbeat became unusually slow and heavy, and the blood seemed to have stopped flowing in his veins.
It was sweet, like candy. Was it lychee? Or some other fruit? It also tasted like cherries, and she tasted it clumsily.
Wen Lingyi's body went limp after being kissed by Zhou Jianxing, and she collapsed completely in Zhou Jianxing's arms. Her mind was blank, and all the strength in her body seemed to have been drained away. She only relied on Zhou Jianxing's arms to support her so that she didn't slide to the floor.
Her arms subconsciously climbed up Zhou Jianxing's shoulders, and her fingertips unconsciously clutched the other's sweaty old T-shirt. Her body trembled slightly in Zhou Jianxing's hot arms, like a flower swaying in the wind.
All things in the world revolve centripetally.
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