10/Kiss
"Close" is a breathtaking word.
In the past, countless times when they approached each other, Chen Mian would stand there, and then Shen Yu would pull her into an intense and intimate embrace.
He remained motionless, and the height difference between them forced her to look up at him, her gaze level with his chin. She saw his lips slightly pursed, as if he were pondering something.
This silence cooled down the previously tense atmosphere.
Chen Mian took a step back. "It seems you're not in the mood today."
She picked up her schoolbag from the ground, but suddenly someone grabbed her waist. The hand, still warm from a recent shower, slipped inside her school uniform, pressed against her soft waist, and caressed her with its fingertips.
"Have you studied dance?" Shen Yu asked her.
Chen Mian was taken aback.
She did indeed study ballet. Back in elementary school, before Chen Song's business failed and before he developed gambling and alcohol addictions, Ruan Yanmei saw other girls taking extracurricular classes, so she took Chen Mian to the Children's Palace to enroll in ballet.
From first grade to fifth grade, Chen Mian went to the Children's Palace for classes every day without fail.
Ruan Yanmei would stand in the line of parents, smile at her, give her a thumbs up, and say, "My daughter is great."
However, everything came to a halt when Chen Song's business failed, he lost everything, and began to drink and gamble every day.
The word "dancing" seemed so distant, like something from a past life, but upon hearing it again, Ruan Yanmei's smiling eyes came to mind once more.
"Don't ask these questions," Chen Mian interrupted him in a hoarse voice.
Shen Yu gave her a strange look, but unusually didn't press the matter. He glanced at the desk and changed the subject, asking Chen Mian, "Chen Yin came to see you."
"Yes, she asked us how long we've been here."
"how do you say."
I said two years.
He was quite honest; Chen Yu's hand slid down Chen Mian's waist to her back, then up her protruding spine, lingering on her bra clasp.
He chatted with her in a rather gentlemanly tone, saying, "Besides these..."
Chen Mian's voice didn't tremble. When he unhooked her bra, she just looked at him and said indifferently, "The rest is unimportant."
"Nothing matters? The WeChat messages I sent don't matter, and neither does my pleading at school?"
What's interesting about Chen Mian is that no matter how tough he is with words, his body is always soft.
Shen Yu was tired of explaining, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was about Chen Mian that attracted him. He just felt that many things were incredibly boring, and Chen Mian was one of the slightly more interesting ones among all the boring things.
Rather than saying he enjoyed having sex with Chen Mian, it's more accurate to say that the time he spent with her was no longer mundane.
It was stained with many colors: when Chen Mian groaned softly, it was a deep red; when Chen Mian raised her hand to wrap around his waist, it was a soft pink; and when Chen Mian called out his name, it was a boundless black that made desire rise step by step, as boundless as the night.
Now, the person in his arms slowly raised their hand to encircle his waist, lifted their beautiful face that was so stunning it made one want to destroy it, and looked at him, saying, "Chen Yu, it's no fun if we say everything so clearly between us."
It then becomes transparent.
So transparent that you could see the perfunctory and calm expression beneath Chen Mian's seemingly obedient demeanor.
Even at this moment, as his fingers brushed across Chen Mian's soft chest and stopped at her heart, she remained calm, even able to raise her hand to stroke Chen Yu's Adam's apple.
The sensuality raised on the drawing paper was now right at her fingertips. She stroked its curve as if crossing a hill, and in the next instant, desire, like a snake, was seized by her tail.
She looked at Shen Yu with clear eyes, then stood on tiptoe and suddenly kissed his lips.
For Chen Mian, kissing was a foreign and unnecessary word.
She didn't quite understand Shen Yu's obsession with kissing, but she mischievously used his request as a hook to lure him in.
There was no difference between lips touching and skin touching; she opened her eyes and saw that the broken butterfly wings had become Shen Yu's eyelashes.
His lips were warm, but his eyes were cold.
"You see, it's like kissing, it's just as insignificant."
Chen Mian released Shen Yu, stuck out her tongue, licked the lips she had just kissed, and then smiled and repeated it to Shen Yu again.
"They're all pretty boring."
Before she could finish speaking, someone lifted her chin and kissed her.
This is completely different from the quick and easy sticker we just saw.
Shen Yu was unusually assertive; even during sex he would only loosely wrap his arms around her waist. But now, he gripped her arm tightly, his peach blossom eyes fixed on her.
"Chen Mian, remember this clearly: what exactly is kissing?"
A completely different sensation from making love, he bit her lips, forcing her to accept his intruding tongue.
Then Chen Mian realized what Shen Yu meant by kissing.
Their souls were drawn together involuntarily, and in the instant of being sucked, they even felt a tremor. At their most intimate moments, their bodies were in close contact, and their gazes were like tinder. But now, Chen Mian wanted to look at Shen Yu, but her eyes were covered by a warm palm.
He pressed his lips to hers and taught her, "It's best to close your eyes when you kiss."
So Chen Mian obediently closed her eyes.
Her eyelashes brushed against his palm, sending a tingling, itchy sensation through him.
Even kisses in the Shenyu region carried erotic connotations.
Chen Mian's lips were soft, like the texture of jelly, which he held between his lips, occasionally biting her lower lip. He watched her tremble slightly and couldn't help but chuckle. His breath swept over her, hot, as if someone had thrown a burning ember into the air, using her heart as fuel, sizzling and burning her heart fire.
When Shen Yu's tongue slipped inside, Chen Mian couldn't help but back away, but her arm was gripped tightly, a forceful grip that wouldn't allow her to escape.
The mint flavor builds up layer by layer.
Water droplets from her hair pattered onto Chen Mian's cheeks, then trickled down, a few more drops gathering between their lips, which Shen Yu licked and fed into Chen Mian's mouth.
The intense masculine scent pressed against Chen Mian's chest, making it hard to breathe. This long kiss felt like it was a life-or-death situation.
Shen Yu's breathing robbed her of her freedom to gasp for air.
Her body no longer belonged to her; her mouth had become a fortified stronghold that had been successfully breached.
I'll die.
Chen Mian sobbed and tried to escape, but Shen Yu released his grip on her wrist.
He smiled and released her. The moment his eyes saw the light again, he was gently kissed by warm lips.
Shen Yu's warm breath on her thin eyelids felt like her heartbeat was communicating with her.
Tell me, Chen Mian, who exactly is the one who's being meaningless?
The window is open.
A cold wind blew in.
The heat on Chen Mian's face had subsided a little, but her underwear was still loose, with two thin straps hanging inside her school uniform shirt.
She leaned against the window, panting for air.
Shen Yu pulled the towel off his head and casually tossed it on the table. The damp towel covered the drawing paper, but no one noticed.
He counted out ten thousand yuan from his wallet and stuffed it into Chen Mian's schoolbag. He then pulled out a chair in front of his desk, sat down, and made no attempt to hide his erect desire.
The sound of a door opening came from downstairs.
Aunt Zhang hummed a song and then slammed the door shut.
Chen Mian walked over, reached out and covered it, then slowly encircled it.
Shen Yu looked up at her.
Chen Mian squatted down in front of him, took his hand, and kissed his palm. The person who acted indifferent to everyone at school had now revealed his true colors, having found his vicious dog. His tone was calm, yet it inexplicably conveyed a sense of grievance.
"Chen Yu, I can't participate in the essay competition anymore."
It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't.
Shen Yu looked at her, his eyes full of smiles.
Shen Yu didn't know why people around him always said that Chen Mian was a good student who never got into conflicts with anyone, was gentle and mild-mannered, and seemed to have no temper. But in Shen Yu's eyes, Chen Mian was clearly the same kind of person as him.
It doesn't fit the stereotype of being a good person, nor does it apply to the idea of repaying evil with good.
Shen Yu has always been vengeful, and Chen Mian is clearly no exception.
She looked at him, her lips pressed against his palm, just as she had said to him calmly that rainy night when Chen Song hit her, and said, "Because of Chen Ke."
Shen Yu exuded a languid aura of surging passion, his eyes lowered as he watched Chen Mian grasp his hand, which held his desire.
At this moment, he was unrestrained, and the calmness and restraint in his eyes seemed to have been thrown away along with the school uniform he took off.
He said to her with a laugh in his voice, "Chen Mian, do you treat me like your dog? You kick me aside when you don't want me anymore, and you don't even say a kind word when you need me? Is this how you ask for help? Did no one teach you how to be charming?"
After he finished speaking, he heard Chen Mian ask him in a bewildered tone, "How do I act cute?"
Chen Mian stood up, her ponytail loosened from the kiss, strands falling beside her temples, her eyes soft.
She looked at him earnestly, like a student earnestly seeking knowledge.
"Should I say, 'Shen Yu, please help me?'"
A gentle voice, an innocent face, and clear eyes.
It's not that she doesn't know how to act cute.
It was clearly goodbye, but with just that simple sentence, Shen Yu forgot that the person standing in front of him had just told him to die on WeChat not long ago.
Shen Yu leaned back in his chair, his eyes filled with a resigned smile, a rare gentleness, as if he were coaxing a child who had lost his candy.
"It's just a writing competition. If you want to, go for it."
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