Chapter 43 Numb.43 A passionate and intense love affair
Help...help him
Help him where...
Xu Wu's body was tense. The hand that Jie Ying was holding in his palm was slightly warm and sweaty, and his fingertips were sticky when he clenched his fist.
She had never felt Jieying's body so hot, as if it were molten lava about to erupt from Mount Fuji, almost making her scream. The flames forcefully invaded her body, coursing through her meridians and blood, completely engulfing her from the inside out.
The thing pressing against her lower back was particularly distracting, and Xu Wu's lips trembled. Her eyes reddened with anger, and suddenly—
"Ugh—" she groaned, her shoulders gripped tightly so she couldn't move, and she could only feel the person behind her suddenly thrusting forward.
Despite her small movements, the sounds she unconsciously uttered echoed in the small space, lingering lasciviously in their ears, their breaths mingling on their lips.
Xu Wu trembled, let out a sob, lowered her head, and frowned slightly, using her long black hair to conceal the tears welling in her eyes.
She had no time to pay attention to the gaze that was now openly licking her skin, naked and wanting to tear her apart and devour her.
Each sweep of the brush caused the downy hairs in that spot to tremble, and yet it still wasn't enough; he wanted more.
Jie Ying's grip on Xu Wu's shoulder tightened involuntarily, his dark eyes fixed on her drooping head. Xu Wu's heavy breathing even caused him to experience tinnitus, and his Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously.
It all smelled like him, Jieying sighed contentedly.
Because of their near-negative distance, Xu Wu absorbed all the breath he exhaled through his mouth. With each breath from his rosy lips, his breath flowed through her internal organs.
They entangled within the internal organs, locked in a fierce and relentless struggle, until death do them part.
In a sense, this is the mark he left on Xu Wu.
"Help."
A low, husky voice, as if it hadn't drunk water for days, filled with dryness and an indescribable allure, landed right next to Xu Wu's ear.
His lips would lightly brush against Xu Wu's earlobe—sometimes just the tip—as he spoke.
Strictly speaking, it could be considered a kiss in a non-traditional sense. Realizing this, Xu Wu instantly felt the airflow from his vocal cords vibrating as he opened his mouth, blatantly drilling into her ear, accompanied by a slight, bone-chilling itch.
Like ants carrying food, one after another, the colony delivered Jieying's pitiful, almost pleading words, completely ignoring the excruciating itch that her skin felt as it was being rubbed.
"..." Xu Wu gritted her teeth, forcing back her tears. When she raised her eyes, the whites of her lower eyes made her icy face look somewhat fierce: "You're dreaming!"
If it were here... it couldn't be here. She's not like this degenerate man, and she would never be like him!
"Let go." Xu Wu forcefully pulled his hand out of Jie Ying's palm. Thanks to the coldness that caused his blood to rush back when he faced Jie Ying's actions, the sticky sweat on his hands had long since dried.
Even so, she still wiped her hands on her clothes with a hint of disgust, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the hand she had shaken off was still frozen in mid-air.
Taking advantage of Jie Ying's momentary lapse in attention, Xu Wu quickly and forcefully pried open the hand that was across his neck.
Jie Ying was caught off guard and was easily broken free by Xu Wu, who even shoved her hard.
Caught off guard, Jie Ying staggered back a few steps, unable to find her balance, and fell back seven or eight steps in a row.
"Ugh—" He stopped when his back slammed into the cold wall, but the pain from the impact still made Jie Ying groan. The damp, cold temperature seemed to stick to his back through his clothes.
Seeing his frown, I guessed he had suffered a serious bump.
Xu Wu couldn't quite put her finger on the feeling of unease she was experiencing. She instinctively wanted to take a step forward, but she stopped abruptly when she met Jie Ying's raised eyes. Surprisingly, she gradually calmed down under the gaze of those dark, deep pupils.
This is happening again, just like last time.
Even though she hadn't exerted much force, she insisted on acting like a victim.
"It was you who wouldn't let go..." Xu Wu muttered, crossing her arms as if trying to cover up the truth, her gaze darting around without daring to look at the small bag under Jie Ying.
These words, which sounded like she was comforting herself and that she hadn't meant it, conveniently masked her earlobes, which were so red they were almost bleeding. It was hard to tell whether it was from Jie Ying's panting and his close lips, or—the object pressing against her lower back.
What a good-for-nothing.
Xu Wu secretly despised him.
"If we don't go back soon, the store will close. I don't want to spend the night huddled here with you." Xu Wu turned away from him, though her tone still sounded somewhat awkward.
Within an hour after evening self-study ends, a special patrol teacher will come to check whether the doors and windows are closed tightly and whether any students have left. Only after confirming that there are no problems will the doors and windows be locked.
Given Jie Ying's current position, let alone whether the patrolling teacher would notice, it's almost time for the lock to be put on, and he still shows no sign of getting up.
Could it be that she really used that much force just now?
Xu Wu couldn't help but doubt himself.
Upon hearing this, Jie Ying, who was sitting down against the wall, sighed softly, pointed to her head, and said, "I think I just bumped my head, and now I feel a little dizzy."
She smiled knowingly and said, "No, it's okay. Wu, go ahead. I'll follow you soon."
Once we parted ways, my speech became halting and slurred, completely unlike the unyielding words I uttered when I was firm with her.
How could she possibly leave? Jie Ying's words made it seem as if it was her pushing that caused him to hit the back of the head.
Xu Wu cleared his throat, trying to find Jie Ying's figure in the dim light, but after circling around, he couldn't pinpoint her. Finally, he managed to land slightly to Jie Ying's left: "You're dizzy."
"Yes, a little." Jie Ying bent one leg and put his hand on it, squinted at Xu Wu standing opposite him, and spoke with his usual stutter, but his aggressive gaze remained fixed on Xu Wu without ever moving away.
"If you look at me like that again, I'll really gouge your eyes out." Xu Wu's words were laced with a clear warning.
Hearing this, Jie Ying chuckled and said, "This time, it's not about killing me."
"None of your business," she clicked her tongue. "Get up."
“I can’t get up,” Jie Ying said, staring intently at her. “You twisted your ankle.”
Xu Wu hesitated for a few seconds at the words of the liar who could speak so fluently. She knew very well what Jie Ying's purpose was in saying these words, and she had no doubt about his ability to speak eloquently.
As if noticing her hesitation, the soft voice continued—
"My hand hurts."
"The back of my head hurts too."
"I can't stand up, I won't get up."
......
Xu Wu pursed her lips, struggling with the decision for a long time, but finally gave in and resignedly said, "Okay, sit still."
He took a step forward, intending to walk towards Jie Ying, but before he could take a second step, the next second—
My wrist was suddenly gripped tightly.
Author's Note: I've come to apologize with a thorn in my side. [Clown]
(Kneels down weakly)
Forgive me (with sincere eyes)
To express my apologies, I will write 10,000 words tomorrow (I estimate it will be split into three or four chapters).
Send a red envelope within 24 hours. [Pity][Pity][Pity]
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