16/Ice Cubes
Chen Mian only said that one sentence before she didn't know how to continue.
Domestic violence confines violence to the word "family." Only the person who is slapped knows the pain; no matter how shocking the scene is described, it cannot be truly felt by others.
Chen Mian didn't want revenge; she just wanted Chen Song dead.
She lay in Shen Yu's arms like a puppet, remaining silent even as he pulled her arm and rolled up her sleeves to examine her.
She could only breathe in Shen Yu's arms, breathing in his scent with all her might.
Shen Yu asked her, "Are you injured?"
The person in his arms shook their head, hugged him tighter, and said in a muffled voice, "Not yet."
It was disgusting. Everything about Chen Song disgusted her, and she even felt disgusted herself.
His clothes smelled of alcohol, and his veins flowed with the same blood as Chen Song's, as if he were trapped in a sewer and smelled only stale odors.
But Chen Yu was different; it had a clean scent completely different from Chen Song's, with a minty coolness that seeped into her nose. The boy's chest was warm, and the heartbeat against her eardrums pulled her back from hell to earth.
In the evening breeze, Chen Mian heard Shen Yu, after a long silence, say to her in an almost promise-like tone, "Okay."
While waiting for the driver, Chen Mian remained silent, her eyes lowered, seemingly lost in thought.
Shen Yu didn't say anything, holding the strawberry cake in his left hand while Chen Mian held his right hand.
After a long while, the sound of car tires rolling over the road came from not far away. Only then did Chen Yu hear Chen Mian ask him, "What did you give Song Ai that made her willing to stay by Chen Song's side?"
When Song Ai came to their house, Chen Mian didn't ask about this issue. It seemed that, like outsiders, everyone thought that it was the result of Chen Song's good looks. Shen Yu never brought it up either. The unspoken understanding between the two was brought to the forefront at this time.
There's nothing I can't say.
"Song Ai's family was in debt, so her brother sold her to a nightclub."
Chen Mian was stunned for a moment. She had always thought that Song Ai was all alone and had never seen her contact any family members. When Chen Song and Song Ai were at their most intimate, Chen Mian overheard Chen Song asking Song Ai if she wanted to have a wedding. Song Ai replied that there was no one in her family and there was nothing to do.
"...Will she stay by Chen Song's side forever?"
Shen Yu glanced at her, smiled, and asked in return, "Do you want that?"
In the past, Chen Mian wouldn't have cared.
But now, things are subtly different. She recalled Song Ai's heart-wrenching cry and whispered to Shen Yu, "Let her go."
Shen Yu hummed in agreement, becoming incredibly accommodating and agreeable, almost like a completely different person.
Shen Yu took Chen Mian back to his home.
Chen Mian was sitting on the sofa when Shen Yu, who came out of the room, threw her clothes over. It was a large black nightgown with no pants.
Chen Mian looked at Shen Yu in confusion, her expression unusually blank. Her usually quick reactions seemed to have gone offline. She asked Shen Yu, "What are you doing?"
Shen Yu poured a glass of water and placed it in front of her, his tone ambiguous, "Go take a shower."
"oh."
Chen Mian took Chen Yu's pajamas into the bathroom, closed the door, glanced at the lock, but ultimately didn't move. She placed the pajamas on the sink and slowly took off her own clothes.
When Chen Mian came out after washing her hair, there was no one in the living room. She took her school uniform to the balcony, threw it into the washing machine, turned it on, and listened to the rumbling sound before turning her head to look outside.
This is the villa district in the center of Suibei City. It has consistently ranked first in Suibei's soaring housing prices and is known as the rich area of Suibei. It takes nearly forty minutes to drive from here to her home.
The difference between the poor and the rich has been broken down into forty minutes.
When Shen Yu came out after finishing the phone call, he saw Chen Mian standing on the balcony, wearing his pajamas. They fit him perfectly, but they were too big on her. The sleeves were so long that she had rolled them up, and the hem stopped a little above her knees.
Her skin was fair and radiant beneath her black pajamas, seemingly glowing quietly in the night.
She seemed unsure of just how attractive she was to Shen Yu.
Just standing there quietly was enough to arouse Chen Yu's desire. But he was not a beast after all and would not do anything to Chen Mian after she had gone through such a thing. He rubbed his hair in frustration, went to the kitchen to pour a glass of cold water, and then took some ice cubes from the refrigerator and threw them in.
Snap—
The ice cube sank to the bottom of the glass. Chen Yu lifted it up, ready to drink, when he heard Chen Mian ask him, "Why do men like women to give them oral sex?"
Shen Yu tossed the cup aside. Chen Mian, who was on the balcony, had already walked up to him, staring at his lower body with a puzzled and inquisitive look in her eyes. He directly raised his hand and pinched her chin to make her look up, and said with some amusement, "What do you mean by 'all men'? Did I ask you to give me oral sex?"
Although he didn't, Chen Song made Song Ai give him oral sex, forcibly grabbing her hair up and down. That image was still stuck in Chen Mian's mind, and she felt nauseous again. She retorted, "Didn't you think about it?"
How could I not have thought of that?
During sex, Chen Mian's gaze, her slightly parted lips, and the moans she emitted all made Shen Yu's lower body harden.
But that's not the same thing at all. If he could just do whatever he wanted, the two of them wouldn't have been fooling around together for two years and still be like this.
On this point, You Huai once said about Shen Yu, saying that he was strange since childhood. He would never let go of the things he liked, and he would not even bother to look at the things he didn't like. Although it sounded a bit obsessive, it also strangely added a lot of politeness.
This politeness is reflected in—
He had considered having Chen Mian perform oral sex on him, but that was different from when he actually asked Chen Mian to do it.
The decision to 'want' rests with Chen Mian; Shen Yu never bothers to force anyone.
But Shen Yu didn't tell Chen Mian these things, only giving her a meaningful look, "Is thinking about these things illegal?"
"..." Chen Mian lowered her head, unable to explain why she had the idea to discuss these things with Shen Yu. But she knew for sure that she would never be able to sleep tonight. She didn't want to go back to her room, didn't want to lie down, because all she could see when she closed her eyes was Chen Song's disgusting face.
She didn't tell Shen Yu what Chen Song had said to her or what she had seen. Instead, she reached out and hooked her arm around Shen Yu's wrist, nuzzling him affectionately like a little animal.
On a night like this, she wore his pajamas, her legs exposed, yet seemed oblivious to how alluring she was to him, gazing at him with her clear, almond-shaped eyes.
Shen Yu was immediately distracted, raised his hand to cover her eyes, and his voice was a little hoarse.
"Can you stop flirting?"
The person who lit the fire spoke softly, like a sweet-smelling cotton candy, and his eyelashes brushed lightly against his palm.
I asked him, "I just wanted to ask you if you want to do your homework together."
"..."
Shen Yu immediately laughed in anger. The boy's voice was filled with undisguised lust. He took a step forward and pressed the person against the dining table.
Desire pressed against her lower abdomen, and he frankly said, "Forget about homework, all I want to do right now is sleep with you."
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