Chapter 83
Chapter 83
She woke up once in the middle of the night and seemed to hear Ye Chuyang on the phone. She mumbled a few words and then opened the door and went out.
She was still dozing off, but subconsciously felt uneasy, as if she were on the operating table. The patients were all anesthetized, and suddenly realized that the surgery the doctor had told her was different from what she was supposed to do. This time, she was the one lying on the operating table.
I was startled awake.
Still half asleep, I fumbled for my slippers with my feet, but couldn't find them, so I went outside barefoot. I opened the door.
Outside the door is a small terrace, situated on high ground, offering a distant view of the sea.
Ye Chuyang was sitting on the steps, talking on the phone. He should have finished soon; after a few words, he said goodbye. He stood up and turned to see Shen Qingyuan coming out barefoot.
"Why are you out here? Be careful not to catch a cold." Ye Chuyang noticed her immediately, as she was barefoot and not wearing a coat.
He came out to make the phone call, perhaps to avoid disturbing Shen Qingyuan. But he still woke her up.
There was coarse sand on the wooden steps, and Shen Qingyuan's toes gripped the ground, the sand digging into her feet. She took a few steps forward and snuggled directly into Ye Chuyang's arms.
Ye Chuyang was taken aback for a moment, then gently patted her back, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
She shook her head in his arms; it wasn't exactly a nightmare. She was just suddenly a little scared. He wrapped his arms around her waist, picked her up from the ground, and carried her inside, worried she'd get cold.
"waist?"
"fine."
He carried her into the house, put her on the bed, found a towel, and knelt down to wipe her feet gently.
Shen Qingyuan was slightly moved.
"I thought you ran away," she said, laughing at herself, finding it all rather comical. She, who always prided herself on being an independent woman, was now acting like a child, panicking whenever she couldn't see an adult.
"Where are you going?" Ye Chuyang tossed the towel aside and grabbed her hand. "You're someone I finally managed to win over. Seriously, with my charm, no girl could resist for this long."
Shen Qingyuan smiled, "I heard from Xiao Chao that you've been single for several years." Let the facts speak for themselves.
"No matter what, Shen Qingyuan, I can't fly away before I've even eaten the cooked duck!"
She didn't know if the duck was cooked or not, but Shen Qingyuan smelled a bit greasy about herself. She needed to take a shower before going out.
"By the way, do you have work scheduled for tomorrow? Will suddenly coming to accompany me on this trip affect your work?" She knew he was incredibly busy, and it must have been difficult for him to take two days off.
"It's alright, anyway, I've been setting aside time to read scripts lately. I have more than ten scripts in hand." This was just what she had picked out. Ye Chuyang didn't trust her team to make decisions for her. Since it was acting, she had to accept the character from the very beginning.
"Ye Chuyang, you are working much harder now than you were in high school."
“Actually, back then,” he laughed, “it wasn’t that I wasn’t working hard, it’s just that I couldn’t understand it. The physics notes you gave me looked like gibberish.”
"I even gave you my physics notes!" She had completely forgotten, looking at him slyly.
Ye Chuyang sighed, "Thinking about it now still gives me the creeps. I should have chosen humanities back then, but science had better job prospects, and my family also preferred me to choose science." He paused, looked deeply at Shen Qingyuan, and said affectionately, "But if I had really chosen humanities, I would never have met you."
Life is truly unpredictable; what you lose on one front, you gain on another.
If Shen Qingyuan had had a smooth journey in Jicheng, she wouldn't have had the chance to return to her hometown and live a secluded life, where she might have met Ye Chuyang.
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Ye Chuyang ordered two down jackets online, which were delivered quickly via same-city express delivery.
Before going for a walk on the beach, Shen Qingyuan took a shower. She tried on the down jacket he had bought for her. He had a great sense of style, and Shen Qingyuan liked the design he had chosen, but she didn't recognize the brand.
While she was drying her hair, Ye Chuyang also took a shower. Boys really shower incredibly fast; Shen Qingyuan hadn't even finished drying her hair when he was already done and came out.
"Here, I'll blow it for you."
Hair is probably the project that Shen Qingyuan has devoted the most time to in her daily affairs over the years.
"Hey, your hair ends are a bit dry and frizzy. You should get a hair mask." Someone offered a professional opinion in a very "sisterly" way. "I'll take you for a treatment next time."
"Ye Chuyang, you really know a lot!" Shen Qingyuan exclaimed in surprise. Song Ting didn't seem to be very knowledgeable about these things.
"As you know, in our circle, male celebrities are all vying to outshine each other. I didn't really know much about self-care before, so I asked a lot of people for advice and gradually learned a bit."
Shen Qingyuan touched his face; it was so white and tender, it felt really nice to the touch. In comparison, hers seemed a bit rough.
"What, feeling ashamed of yourself?" He teased, touching Shen Qingyuan's face.
Actually, her skin is quite good, but she doesn't take much care of it, so it doesn't have the same supple and dewy look as Ye Chuyang's.
I am ashamed of my inferiority.
“It’s okay,” he said. “At worst, I’ll just be busier in the future, taking care of both earning money to support the family and staying beautiful.”
"..." He's really quite busy.
"You're so capable, you deserve all this help." Shen Qingyuan cupped his hands in a respectful gesture. He scooped her up and held her in his arms. "Alright, here's a comforting hug for you."
Compared to the focused, studious Shen Qingyuan of his student days, he suddenly felt that the current Shen Qingyuan was more real and three-dimensional. Sometimes he even felt a little dazed, wondering if this Shen Qingyuan was the same one from ten years ago.
Shen Qingyuan sat on the sofa as he combed her hair. "Back then, I thought Shen Qingyuan would become a great person in the future, someone from a different world than me."
"Disappointed? Shen Qingyuan is just an ordinary person now," she said.
He shook his head. "I wasn't planning on going to the last class reunion, but when I saw you say you were going in the group chat, I suddenly became quite curious and wanted to know what Shen Qingyuan would be like ten years from now."
"Didn't you see me at the hot pot restaurant?"
“It’s different,” he said. “Of course, there have been some changes in appearance. I’ve matured, grown up, and gained quite a bit of weight.” He laughed. “But you can’t understand a person’s inner self just by exchanging a few words. I was very curious about what you had become.”
"Um?"
"Everyone changes. Ten years is a significant span, and I myself have changed a lot. It's what you call socialization. When I went to the class reunion, I overheard you talking to some classmates outside the door, and I thought to myself, 'No wonder you're Shen Qingyuan!'"
Shen Qingyuan didn't remember the conversation clearly, but it seemed to be about studying abroad, and she talked about her current situation. Because she was too lazy to lie, once she told one lie, she would have to keep covering up countless others.
Shen Qingyuan shrugged and said self-deprecatingly, "The socialization you're talking about, I haven't done very well at it."
"But I like it very much."
His lips moved slightly, and Shen Qingyuan's gaze focused on his rosy lips, causing her to pause slightly in surprise.
Shen Qingyuan had doubts about his feelings. Was he trying to fulfill the unfulfilled dream of a boy he once liked at the right time?
The girl had shed her childishness and much of her sharpness; she was no longer so idealistic, no longer so innocent. She had also become somewhat worldly-wise and aware of the wickedness of human nature.
Shen Qingyuan: "Do you prefer me now, or me ten years ago?"
He pretended to be troubled, rolled his eyes around, and then said, "Although Shen Qingyuan is ten years older now, what can I do? I like you a little more now."
Shen Qingyuan suddenly felt a flutter in her heart. She leaned over and kissed his lips. This time, it was gentle yet firm.
Almost instantly, Ye Chuyang's heart skipped a beat.
She grabbed the deep V-neck of his bathrobe and pulled it towards her. He pressed her hand down, his face flushing red, and he forced a smile, saying, "Shen Qingyuan, stop messing around, or I can't guarantee I won't touch you." He was clearly aroused and didn't dare to look her in the eye.
Shen Qingyuan laughed, thinking of the phrases "paper tiger" and "Lord Ye's love of dragons." The little boy really is easily teased.
Without moving her hands, she leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "Who asked for your promise?" Her breath was sweet as orchids.
His ears were itchy. He looked at her, his pupils dilating.
He put down the hairdryer, looked at her intently, and the next second, he kissed her lips.
Her skin was soft and smooth after washing. He buried his face in her neck. Besides the scent of shampoo and shower gel, there was also a hint of her unique fragrance... a faint milky scent? It smelled wonderful, making him feel incredibly aroused.
Shen Qingyuan trembled slightly, her breathing rapid. She suddenly remembered something.
"Um... I don't think the guesthouse has any."
Ye Chuyang, whose eyes were still blurry, stopped and concentrated for a moment. "Wait a moment."
She thought he was going to look in the closet or order takeout on his phone, but to her surprise, he walked over, rummaged through the pockets of the pants hanging on the coat hanger, and took out a small box.
"When...when did you buy this?" Shen Qingyuan asked softly, her head bowed, too shy to look at him any longer. This person is really quite thoughtful; such thorough preparation cannot be simply praised with the word "thoughtful."
Ye Chuyang smiled smugly: "I bought it at the convenience store on my way back to buy drinks. I didn't expect to need it."
After saying the next sentence, he felt it was a bit strange, so he added, "Just be prepared. Better safe than sorry! Luckily, I was prepared."
Shen Qingyuan: "..."
He carried her to the bed and kissed her repeatedly.
The curtains were a thin layer of white gauze. One window was open, and a gentle breeze stirred the white gauze. A corner was lifted, allowing light to filter in. Shen Qingyuan was worried that someone outside the window might see something.
"Curtains... Ye Chuyang..." she murmured softly, lost in reverie.
"It's okay, I can't see it." He wasn't worried at all.
"Shen Qingyuan, when did you start to fall for me?" He was slightly out of breath, and reached out to stroke her. One stroke at a time, as if deliberately teasing her.
"Um...no..." She was so flustered that she couldn't concentrate on answering him.
"Tell me quickly, and I'll let you go." He laughed. But it wasn't a laugh that implied "let you go."
Shen Qingyuan closed his eyes, forcing himself to concentrate. His hands moved incessantly, a form of torture.
When Ye Chuyang said he still liked her? When they came out of the movie theater and he told her not to give up too quickly? Or at the barbecue restaurant when he asked her if she had a boyfriend? Or when he sensitively sensed that Ning Xin might be interested in him and felt a little annoyed?
Or, going back ten years, he called her to the dark playground and told her, "I like you." At the time, she vehemently denied any interest, telling him not to waste his time. But when she returned, she found her palms were sweaty and her heart was pounding.
She was dazed by his kisses and mumbled, "I don't remember, but now... I like you."
The air was damp and slightly salty from the sea breeze.
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