I like you
Zhou Jianxing kissed Wen Lingyi almost desperately, as if he wanted to pour all his longing, grievances, desires and unrequited pain of these days into this kiss.
Time loses its scale, and the senses are completely occupied by the softness and sweetness between lips and teeth.
Only when the air in her lungs was squeezed out did she suddenly loosen her arms that were restraining Wen Lingyi's waist. She herself seemed to have exhausted all her strength and was breathing slightly.
Wen Lingyi still leaned softly in her arms, her cheek pressed against her sweaty old T-shirt, and her rapid breathing sprayed on her neck, bringing a slight itch and burning sensation.
The only sound in the bathroom was the two people's intertwined and chaotic breathing, which hit the cold tiles and was swallowed by the steamy air.
A brief blank.
By the time Zhou Jianxing came to his senses, it was already too late.
She really did it, she really kissed Mrs. Wen. This realization made her realize that she had crossed the bottom line she had set for herself and put those thoughts in her heart that she shouldn't have into action.
She kissed a married woman, her nominal employer, someone she thought about day and night but knew she shouldn't touch.
Is this considered forced molestation? Zhou Jianxing closed his eyes, not daring to face it. His mind was so confused that he didn't even know if Wen Lingyi had struggled just now.
She can now only think about the problem from a legal perspective because her morals have been completely degraded.
That kiss was proof that she had completely lost control.
The expected collapse and catastrophe did not come immediately. Before it actually happened, the anxiety, fear, and self-loathing that entangled her day and night almost tore her apart.
But once I had truly taken that irreversible step, my heart sank into a strange, resigned silence. It was like stepping on the last stone on the edge of a cliff, my body plummeting downwards, the whistling wind filling my ears, and I felt a sense of calm.
Yes. She had forcefully kissed Mrs. Wen. This fact lay coldly before her.
What next? Apologize. Seek forgiveness. Compensate the other party for their emotional damage… These thoughts mechanically flashed through my mind.
She hung her arms stiffly, her fingertips cold, not daring to touch the soft body in her arms even a little bit.
The sweet taste of Wen Lingyi's lip gloss still lingered in his mouth. Looking down, he saw that his originally plump and delicate lips were now a little red and swollen from being ravaged by her. The lip gloss was completely swallowed up, leaving only the bright red base color that had been sucked to become more delicate and tempting, like rose petals wet by a rainstorm.
Time passed in dead silence.
Wen Lingyi still lay quietly on her chest, without struggling, without scolding, and without even the slightest intention of pushing her away.
At this moment, Wen Lingyi was closing her eyes, feeling Zhou Jianxing's wildly beating heart in his chest, hitting her eardrums like a drum.
She is waiting.
Today, she has almost thrown away all her reserve and boundaries, from the carefully dressed seduction, to the ambiguity when feeding water, to the deliberate closeness in the bathroom...isn't what she did obvious enough?
Doesn't this little fool understand her acquiescence and connivance?
"Mrs. Wen..." Zhou Jianxing finally found her voice. It was soft, sweet, a little hoarse, and trembling slightly. "I'm sorry...you...you can scold me if you want." She closed her eyes resignedly, waiting for the judgment to come.
Wen Lingyi didn't move, but buried her head deeper into his neck, as if seeking some kind of support. She could feel Zhou Jianxing's chest rising and falling violently, like a trapped animal struggling desperately.
The next second, a drop of hot, slippery liquid fell on her cheek without warning.
"I'm sorry..." Zhou Jianxing's voice was nasal, and suppressed sobs escaped brokenly, "I'm sorry... I... I like you."
Wen Lingyi's heart suddenly shook, and she looked up at Zhou Jianxing. The other party had closed his eyes and his eyelashes were trembling. This confession seemed to have exhausted all her courage and strength.
She didn't expect Zhou Jianxing's confession to be so straightforward.
Wen Lingyi left Zhou Jianxing's body, stood up straight, and wiped away the tears from the corners of Zhou Jianxing's eyes with her fingers.
Is liking her such a painful thing that I even need to apologize for it? Why is Zhou Jianxing crying so sadly?
Her heart was almost broken by her crying.
Who would bear to see a sweet girl cry?
Her hand was grabbed. Zhou Jianxing opened her tear-washed amber eyes, which looked like gems immersed in water.
Zhou Jianxing gently covered the back of Wen Lingyi's hand with his palm, and rubbed his cheek affectionately against the delicate and soft palm. The action was full of infinite intimacy and was endearing.
But the next second, Wen Lingyi's hand was held by Zhou Jianxing, who slowly and firmly took it down and let go.
"Mrs. Wen, I'm sorry," Zhou Jianxing said in a low voice, each word weighing heavily on her, making it hard for her to breathe. "From now on... I won't come here anymore." She took a deep breath, "Because I really can't face you... Because I like you."
Wen Lingyi is her hopeless lover, the bright moon hanging above the abyss.
If she continues to stay with Wen Lingyi, she will just be like a moth to a flame, burned to ashes by the unrequited love; if she continues to stay with Wen Lingyi, she will only become more and more painful and sink deeper into depravity.
And she couldn't control what she would do to Wen Lingyi...
She couldn't control herself from getting closer, touching, or kissing him. Today it was just a kiss, but what about next time?
She didn't dare to imagine where her uncontrolled desire would lead her, but it would definitely be an abyss from which there would be no escape.
Zhou Jianxing didn't dare look into Wen Lingyi's eyes again, fearing she would see disgust, contempt, or even a hint of pity. She closed her eyes, waiting for the cold words, "Get out."
Mrs. Wen would probably find her disgusting for having such dirty thoughts about Mrs. Wen, who is also a woman.
However, the expected rebuke did not come.
An extremely gentle kiss with a soft breath fell on the corner of her lips without warning.
Zhou Jianxing's body trembled as if he had been electrocuted. He opened his eyes and looked at Wen Lingyi in disbelief, his pupils suddenly dilated.
Mrs. Wen didn't push her away...even...kissed her?
She couldn't help but reach out and hold Wen Lingyi's neck, continuing to deepen the kiss.
Never mind, my rationality has long been gone.
This time, she clearly felt that she was not pushed away by Mrs. Wen, and she did not struggle or resist. Instead, she opened her lips and teeth meekly, allowing her tongue tip to clumsily explore and entangle with hers, making a subtle sound of water that made her blush and heartbeat.
Mrs. Wen did not resist her. This thought made her heart beat uncontrollably. She kissed her more and more greedily. At this time, her sanity had completely collapsed.
Reason? Morality? Bottom line? Those things had already been shattered by the kiss Wen Lingyi had given him.
At this moment, even if Zhou Jianxing was sentenced to death in the next second because of her current actions, she would never regret it.
This time, Zhou Jianxing's kiss was no longer a desperate release, but an almost greedy demand and confirmation.
Wen Lingyi was nearly suffocated by Zhou Jianxing's turbulent, clumsy, yet possessive kiss. The child was clearly inexperienced, relying solely on courage and instinct to plunder, not knowing how to breathe. The kiss came quickly and hard, with an almost desperate, all-or-nothing love that nearly devoured her.
Wen Lingyi was breathing rapidly. A hand appeared on her waist, restraining her body tightly, bringing the distance between them closer to infinity. Now she could hardly breathe.
The feeling of suffocation made Wen Lingyi unable to help but let out a slight whimper. She unconsciously and gently pushed Zhou Jianxing's shoulder.
This slight resistance was like a cold shower, instantly waking Zhou Jianxing from her trance. She suddenly let go of Wen Lingyi, took a half step back like a child who had made a mistake, and looked at the other person in panic.
Wen Lingyi rested one hand on the cool marble sink, panting slightly as the fresh air rushed into her lungs, bringing some clarity to her dizzy mind. Her other hand unconsciously clenched the hem of Zhou Jianxing's sweat-soaked T-shirt, her knuckles turning slightly white.
She hadn't expected Zhou Jianxing's confession to be so swift and direct, nor had she expected her response to be so... out of control. Her carefully woven "guidance" plan seemed to pale and powerless in the face of Zhou Jianxing's desperate tears and the words "I like you."
"Zhou Jianxing." Wen Lingyi finally calmed her heartbeat and breathing. She took a step forward and forced Zhou Jianxing back into the cold corner of the wall, completely blocking her retreat and leaving her with nowhere to escape.
She called Zhou Jianxing's name, her voice a little panting, and her own equally intense heartbeat echoed in her chest.
"Don't run away from me." Her commanding tone revealed a hint of panic deep in her heart that she was unwilling to admit.
Wen Lingyi did not directly respond to the words "I like you", her first instinctive reaction was to keep him.
Wen Lingyi stretched out her hand to trace the shape of Zhou Jianxing's facial features, from his heroic brow bones, to the corners of his eyes that were slightly red from crying and kissing, to his straight nose bridge, and finally stopped at his lips that were slightly red and swollen from being kissed and were now pursed uneasily.
The whole process is extremely slow.
Zhou Jianxing just stood there, like a nailed specimen, motionless.
She had no experience in love and was completely unable to interpret Wen Lingyi's actions and words at the moment. Was the phrase "Don't run away from me" a response to her words "I won't come again"? What about her confession? What did the three words "I like you" mean to Wen Lingyi? Was it tacit approval? Or...?
The cold touch of the diamond ring occasionally scraped across her face. Although she wanted to ignore it, the close proximity made it impossible for her to ignore it. The huge diamond ring reminded her of a cruel fact - Mrs. Wen was married.
It seemed like she had really... done something irreparably bad.
"Mrs. Wen," Zhou Jianxing said with difficulty, his voice dry and squeezed out from between his teeth, "Whether it's maintenance services or gardening... please find someone else. I... I can't do it."
When she said the words "find someone else", her fingertips felt numb.
But her body betrayed her words. She was reluctant to push away Wen Lingyi's hand that was still on her face. She even had to use all her strength to suppress herself and not kiss the fingertips that seemed to carry fragrance.
"I don't know why..." She lowered her eyes, not daring to look into Wen Lingyi's. Her thick eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, covering her eyes that were red again. "But I like you... I can't help but want to touch you, kiss you, and get infinitely close to you... I, I can't just maintain an ordinary... working relationship with you."
"It's okay," Wen Lingyi brushed her fingertips across Zhou Jianxing's eyes again, wiping away the tears that were about to fall. She withdrew her hand, extended her tongue, and quickly licked her tear-stained fingertips. The salty taste spread in her mouth. "Let's do it that way."
Just do it? What does that mean? Zhou Jianxing felt his heart pounding, his mind shaken by Wen Lingyi's words. What was this? Was it permission? Indulgence? Or even a naked invitation?
That absurd thought emerged uncontrollably again - could it be that what was said about "sealing the heart and locking love" was true?
Mrs. Wen...is she really trying to hook her?
"Mrs. Wen, I can't do it. You're already married." Zhou Jianxing lowered his eyes, not daring to look directly at Wen Lingyi's face so close to him and those bewitching eyes. His eyes began to wander again.
"You did that just now." Wen Lingyi's voice turned cold. She suddenly stretched out a hand and pinched Zhou Jianxing's chin, forcing her to look at her. The shoulder strap finally slipped off with her violent movement, and she let it slip off.
Zhou Jianxing's eyes could not move, they were burned red by the sight of Wen Lingyi's chest, his breathing suddenly stopped, and then became extremely rapid, as if the air was sucked out of him, his cheeks and ears instantly turned red, and he was about to faint from lack of oxygen.
Wen Lingyi grabbed Zhou Jianxing's left hand with her other hand and gently placed it on her chest.
Zhou Jianxing shook Wen Lingyi's hand away as if she had touched a red-hot iron block. She withdrew her hand and closed her eyes again. The huge force made her stumble and her back hit the cold tile wall.
"Zhou Jianxing," Wen Lingyi's voice returned to its previous lazy tone, even with a hint of soothing. She slowly and methodically pulled up the slipped shoulder strap, "I don't hate your touch."
She carefully chose her words, trying to find a balance that would both appease the other party and keep the initiative firmly in her own hands.
What reassured her was that Zhou Jianxing cared strongly about her married status, which meant that she could use the unbreakable wall of marriage as an excuse at any time to withdraw calmly and avoid being pestered by a pure and stubborn person like Zhou Jianxing.
But on the other hand, this wall also became the biggest obstacle between her and Zhou Jianxing, making it difficult for her to truly break through the long-fuzzy boundary in her heart and push this dangerous game to a deeper level.
"Anyway," Wen Lingyi took another step forward, almost pressing her body completely against Zhou Jianxing's stiff body. Her warm breath, with a seductive fragrance, sprayed on Zhou Jianxing's sensitive earlobes. Her voice was as soft as a lover's whisper. "You've already done that, haven't you?" She paused deliberately, feeling Zhou Jianxing's instantly tense muscles and pounding heartbeat. "You have to be responsible for what you've done...right?"
Responsible? Zhou Jianxing's eyelids twitched. How could she be responsible for a married woman?
"Mrs. Wen... I don't understand..." Zhou Jianxing opened her eyes blankly, and saw the silky, shiny black hair, and the fragrance of powder lingering in her nostrils. Her consciousness was gradually eroded and disintegrated by Wen Lingyi's breath, and she almost wanted to obey everything Wen Lingyi said.
How could that voice be so bewitching? The song of the Siren should be no more than that.
Even though she knew there was a bottomless abyss ahead, she couldn't help but want to jump.
Just do it, follow your heart... follow that surging desire.
"What I mean is, keep doing it and don't run away from me." The lazy and hoarse voice sounded again.
She felt as if she were sinking into a pond covered in algae in the middle of summer. The warm water enveloped her, gently dragging her down, down, down, and she was about to drown completely in the gentleness. Wen Lingyi's attack almost suffocated her.
"Zhou Jianxing, don't suddenly appear in my life and then suddenly leave me." Wen Lingyi stretched out her arms and hugged Zhou Jianxing's waist. Her movements were so gentle, yet irresistible.
"I'm very lonely and isolated. My life is boring and tedious. The long, repetitive days are gradually killing me." Wen Lingyi buried her face in the crook of Zhou Jianxing's neck. Her voice clearly penetrated her ears, as soft as a sigh. "I didn't allow you to appear, but you appeared anyway. So you are not allowed to leave without my permission."
Such words, such a fragile and dependent attitude, were like an invisible yet tough net that trapped Zhou Jianxing tightly.
She seemed to be back in that late night, and in the melodious melody of "Autumn Leaves", she caught a glimpse of the heartbreaking feeling of brokenness that Wen Lingyi inadvertently revealed.
"Hmm..." His mouth was faster than his brain. Zhou Jianxing subconsciously said half of the word "OK", then immediately raised his hand to cover his mouth and swallowed the remaining half of the word back.
She couldn't make such a promise lightly.
"Mrs. Wen." Zhou Jianxing couldn't bear to push Wen Lingyi away, but he didn't dare to hug her inappropriately either.
She wanted to gently pat the other person's back with her hand, but in the end she could only stop in vain in the air ten centimeters away from the delicate silk fabric, caught in a dilemma.
"I'm sorry, I'm really confused," she took a deep breath, forcing herself to regain some sanity. "I like you very much... but I really can't promise you anything..." Her voice trailed off. "Please let me... go back and think about it."
Hearing Zhou Jianxing say this, Wen Lingyi's arm around her waist stiffened slightly. A brief silence filled the humid bathroom air. After a few seconds, Wen Lingyi slowly loosened her arm.
She took a step back and resumed her usual elegant and proper posture. She clasped her hands in front of her chest, tilted her head slightly, and looked at Zhou Jianxing with a loving and doting look.
After what seemed like a century, Wen Lingyi nodded slowly, extremely slowly.
"Okay." She opened her lips slightly and uttered a word.
Then, Wen Lingyi suddenly smiled gently, stretched out her hand again, and her warm fingertips, with the hard touch of the diamond ring, gently stroked Zhou Jianxing's hot cheek.
"Then I look forward to your good news." Her voice softly and slowly passed over Zhou Jianxing's eardrums again, with the ending tone rising slightly.
She deliberately emphasized the last three words and uttered them clearly: "Master Zhou."
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