Chapter 62 Online Dating 29
"Why aren't you sleeping after turning off the lights?" Dongyao asked. Receiving no answer, she switched back to Xiaoyao's lively and sweet tone to remind him, "Baby, you're not feeling well, you should rest early."
There has still been no response.
Its host is completely immersed in its own game.
The bedroom was dimly lit, with blurry dark colors that seemed to jump around like pixels in front of my eyes.
Lu Xuejin turned his wrist with great curiosity, struggling to identify the components on his palm—he hadn't encountered a situation in a long time where he used to see darkness as nothing and could only vaguely make out the outline of his fingers.
He let his wrist hang down, the soft mattress supporting it. The ceiling was like a vortex, seemingly sucking away the noise, chaos, and some mysterious substance of the night, casting them into another world.
Lu Xuejin blinked, unaware that her slightly dilated pupils were glowing faintly in the darkness, like a pair of naturally sculpted, priceless jewels, shimmering with light with every turn, leaving people in awe.
Dong Yao observed quietly and took notes without making a sound.
Lu Xuejin used her elbow to turn to the side, her cheek sinking into the sheets. The light and pleasant scent of laundry detergent filled her nostrils. The gauze curtains in front of her fluttered in the wind, making the world outside the window and the moon hazy and dreamlike, creating a unique atmosphere.
It's a scene worth picking up a camera, carefully composing, and capturing to preserve.
Lu Xuejin suddenly got up, not to get her phone, but following some inexplicable premonition, and walked to the window. The outside world was quiet and beautiful, the shadows of still objects supporting the moonlight. She lifted the gauze curtain, pushed open the French windows, and a cool night breeze carrying the scent of mountains, forests, grass, and moisture rushed into her nostrils.
Lu Xuejin sneezed.
"…", Dong Yao said, "Baby, you'd better wear a jacket."
Lu Xuejin did not answer, but slowly walked to the balcony and looked down at the small lake, garden and vines outside the wall on the first floor.
A man who remained silent in the shadows, hidden deep in the night, like a dangerous beast.
Yuan Ying tilted his head slightly, feeling that the young man in front of him was shining brightly in the moonlight, like a mountain spirit.
Lu Xuejin found the scene very interesting, like the scene when he first met Shen Mo. He tilted his head slightly and showed an interested smile.
He said to Dong Yao, "Is this Yuan Ying? He actually came looking for me?"
Dong Yaocai said: "When you were going home today, the car passed Yuan Ying. But at that time, you were looking at the sparrows on the ground, with your back to him."
“How interesting.” Lu Xuejin placed her hands on the railing, raised her head slightly, and made no sound or any additional greeting. Yuan Ying, realizing she had been discovered, slowly walked out of the darkness and into the light.
His hair was slightly disheveled, his features were cold and sharp, and his handsome yet sinister eyes and brows were striking. His broad shoulders cast a long, distorted shadow on the wall, making him appear like a giant.
The two looked at each other, both seemingly lost in thought.
Lu Xuejin suddenly disappeared behind the curtains.
The gauze curtains swayed, Yuan Ying's jawline tightened, her Adam's apple bobbed, and she subconsciously straightened her back. Her gaze involuntarily fell to the villa entrance. In a vague premonition, Yuan Ying heard the movement of the wind—no footsteps, just the slight movement of the air that was quietly stirred up.
He received the signal, and his calm, seemingly stopped heart began to pound intensely for a moment. A thud reverberated in his ears, and the entire world seemed to focus on that instant—
Milky white silk flowed over Lu Xuejin's body like moonlight, enveloping his skin, which was even more radiant and delicate than moonlight. The fine veins on the insteps of his feet throbbed slightly, like the veins of intertwined leaves. Lu Xuejin silently approached him, bringing with her a sense of warmth to the room.
This quiet meeting downstairs is often tinged with ambiguity in many literary works, and generally only occurs between true lovers who are unable to meet due to external obstacles.
Yuan Ying's low level of education prevented her from thinking about this aspect, but the secrecy and excitement of secretly meeting with family members in the dark was something even an illiterate person could appreciate.
"Why are you here?" Lu Xuejin asked softly, his lips slightly parted, mindful of his sleeping family members in the villa. He skipped the questioning of her identity, as if he had known Yuan Ying for a long time.
Yuan Ying lied without changing her expression, saying, "I suddenly really want to see you."
The conversation between the two omitted the need for recognition, small talk, and explanation of their feelings, making them seem nothing like "strangers" meeting for the first time.
Lu Xuejin chuckled, her beautiful eyes curving like crescent moons: "If I didn't come out, were you just going to wait here like an idiot? Wouldn't you sleep tonight?"
“I don’t need much sleep,” Yuan Ying said seriously, urging Lu Xuejin to hurry back to her room. “It’s cold at night, and you’re not feeling well. Wearing too little will make you catch a cold.”
After saying that, she hesitated and asked, "Do you like how I look?"
Lu Xuejin didn't say anything, but stretched out her hand.
The shadows of the trees swayed gently, and the chirping of insects was delicate and fragmented. In this natural stillness, a subtle, almost imperceptible touch occurred quietly. The silence amplified every touch. The edge of the fingertip brushed against the palm, and a touch of coolness created ripples on the warm skin, like a sudden drop of icy rain.
Yuan Ying's breath hitched slightly. She suppressed the urge to snap her fingers back together and let them separate after just a brief touch.
Lu Xuejin's breath was close to her chest: "And me? Do you like me?"
He suddenly stopped speaking, and Yuan Ying also lost her voice.
Because of the height difference, Lu Xuejin had to tilt her head slightly to make eye contact with Yuan Ying.
The night was thick, like spilled ink, blurring everything around. Only Lu Xuejin stood out vividly; the moonlight chased his shadow, illuminating even the slightest changes in the texture of his skin.
The human eye can be so beautiful.
Yuan Ying held her breath.
Closest to her pupils was a deep indigo, like the surface of a midnight sea, serene and mysterious. Extending outwards, it transitioned into a clearer, icy blue, with a delicate transparency. The outermost edge of her iris, kissed by the moonlight, shimmered with an almost silvery-gray softness. With each blink of Lu Xuejin's eyes, these layers of blue seemed to swirl with liquid moonlight, creating a gentle and dreamlike scene.
Yuan Ying was enveloped by such a gaze, as if he were Lu Xuejin's entire world, the only being worthy of his attention at this moment, and perhaps forever. Every subtle shift in light and shadow, every moment his pupils dilated slightly in focus, carried an invisible, powerful pull, drawing him in irresistibly, making him want to be captivated. It was a gentle capture, a silent invitation, making the gazed-upon willingly sink into this lake of tender affection.
If one were an ordinary person, one should bow down and worship this. Yuan Ying is a blasphemer with treacherous intentions.
The more deeply one is involved and unable to extricate oneself, the more one's blood boils and ambition grows.
Lu Xuejin reached out and hugged him, saying gently, "Thank you for coming to see me."
His pronunciation was clear and gentle, each syllable as if carefully wrapped in a warm palm and then gently lifted out, carrying a comforting warmth.
The moment their bodies were perfectly aligned, he turned his head slightly, his warm breath gently brushing against Yuan Ying's earlobe and neck. Then, with utmost naturalness and complete trust and affection, he gently, so gently, rested his chin on her shoulder.
This instant of contact immediately became the center of his sensory world. Lu Xuejin could clearly feel the breadth and firmness of Yuan Ying's shoulders, the rise and fall of his chest with each breath, and the steady, powerful pulse throbbing beneath the skin of his neck. Contrary to his cold exterior, intense heat was transmitted through his thin clothing. This position allowed him to look up without straining, his gaze could relax and fall on the dark wall behind Yuan Ying, or lower slightly to the texture of the fabric on the other's shoulders and back.
Wherever his hands touched, Yuan Ying's muscles were taut, harder than stone. Lu Xuejin nestled into his arms like soft moonlight. Even though their embracing hands were only lightly touching, he could still feel the continuous warmth emanating from her flesh. Yuan Ying exchanged breaths with him, and after only a moment's pause, his large hands gripped her supple waist without the slightest hesitation or awkwardness.
Their heights were a perfect match, and their silhouettes embracing seemed to dance in the moonlight. Lu Xuejin's warmth and weight were so clear that Yuan Ying couldn't help but clench her knuckles, wrinkling the smooth fabric, trying to make this moment last forever.
What a romantic and beautiful scene.
Wow...
Dong Yao sighed with an ambiguous meaning.
The moonlight, the silvery glow that once gently chased Lu Xuejin, now fell on his lowered eyelashes, casting an elusive shadow. He slowly raised his eyelids, and the blue of his irises, once like moonlight, solidified, no longer possessing a gentle hue, but instead exhibiting a cold, hard, and smooth texture.
The faint smile on his lips was tinged with an unfathomable chill.
And using an intimate hug as a dividing line, on the other side—
Deep within Yuan Ying's pupils, it seemed as if dark red sparks were flickering. He buried his face in the crook of Lu Xuejin's neck, his nose brushing against the skin of her neck, a movement like a wild beast sniffing and confirming its territory. With each inhale, he imprinted the scent deep into the depths of his lungs, carrying a morbid satisfaction.
All emotional changes were contained in his eyes. When Lu Xuejin let go of his hand and took a half step back, Yuan Ying did not show the slightest bit of obsession or reluctance. He simply continued to gaze at her quietly, with a heart full of unwavering and willing enthusiasm.
If Du Chengfeng saw his current gaze, he would probably be horrified—what the hell is this monster?
In reality, is the relationship between Chen Mo and Lu Xuejin also characterized by this kind of heavily disguised dynamic?
Dongyao was very curious.
It had already come to understand Lu Xuejin's true nature. Putting aside her appearance that could win everyone's favor, her host was strange, childish, vengeful, sometimes enthusiastic and sometimes indifferent, fickle, and liked to play with others and use their emotional changes as nourishment to fill his boring life. Like a child of a few years old, she was innocent and cruel without knowing the ways of the world.
What about silence?
In Lu Xuejin's eyes, he was the perfect husband: gentle, diligent, and learned. He fell in love with Lu Xuejin at first sight, and they quickly fell in love and got married.
That was certainly not the silence it recognized.
These two people are wearing masks when they get along, but they believe they are truly in love.
So, is their marriage real or fake?
Dongyao thinks this is a very interesting question, and it keeps an eye on everything.
“There are guest rooms available. Why don’t you stay here for the night?” Lu Xuejin said.
Yuan Ying tilted her head: "What if we run into your family tomorrow morning?"
Especially Lu Xuejin's brother, he doesn't seem to know nothing about Yuan Ying.
Yuan Ying felt she shouldn't upset her brother-in-law, so she said, "There are still cars at this hour. I'll take a taxi back. Don't worry about me."
After his figure disappeared into the distance, Lu Xuejin turned back leisurely and quietly returned to the second floor. Fortunately, Gu Zeyu did not suddenly appear to question his whereabouts.
[Dedication Points +4]
Dong Yao said: "You two were a bit too intimate tonight. Is it because of the environment? Darkness amplifies all emotions."
Lu Xuejin braced herself on the bed with both hands, tilted her head back heavily, and fell down, her hair disheveled.
He picked up a strand of hair. "Intimate? We just hugged."
Lu Xuejin was extremely relieved.
He could tell that Yuan Ying had feelings for him, but not many. Because of his prior preparations, love would be mixed with hatred, fear, and hesitation, just like a mixed spicy chocolate. Biting into the outer layer revealed bitterness and sweetness, followed by violent spiciness and pain.
He likes a state of chaos, which is the best time to appreciate a person.
Moreover, Yuan Ying is more interesting than the others.
Lu Xuejin could easily understand the thoughts of other people, such as Feng Ting Bu Zhi, Xiao Xiong, Cong Qian Man, Hu Li, or Chen Fang Zhi, but Yuan Ying was sometimes unfathomable.
Mystery is the best catalyst for romance.
The next morning, even the usual "good morning" had a sticky, ambiguous feel to it, more intimate and natural than before.
Lu Xue was in high spirits early in the morning, intending to deepen his relationship with Yuan Ying. He opened the game early and entered YY, where Yuan Ying was already waiting for him.
"Baby," he called out cheerfully, the bouncy tone sounding quite strange on him because he had turned off the voice changer.
Lu Xuejin laughed and said, "You went back so late, but you got up earlier than me."
Yuan Ying didn't mention that he hadn't slept all night, sitting by the window recalling every moment they had spent together, and before he knew it, dawn had broken.
"I'm taking the baby for a walk today. You didn't feed it last time, so you have to make up for it, or it will not develop properly." Lu Xuejin had Yuan Ying follow him and summoned the rare beast cub that the two of them had hatched together.
The little fox, barely reaching a person's knee, stumbled along behind. When it got tired, it would stop and whine, indicating that it needed to rest.
When the baby pet stays with the couple who hatched it, its experience points will increase exponentially.
A family of three strolled around various scenic spots, attracting a lot of attention. Someone immediately took out a meatball to tease the little fox, whose ears twitched and bubbles of hunger appeared on its face.
At this moment, Lu Xuejin received a private message.
[Secret Chat] Yaguchi: Hi.
[Private Chat] Yaguchi: I haven't logged in for a few months, and the game has developed to this extent. It's dazzling. I'm a complete newbie who doesn't know anything. Can a pro guide me?
[Private Chat] Yaguchi: [Begging]
Shen Fangzhi shouldn't be so busy with his company; how come he has time to play games online? His cheap fiancé has never been interested in games, and he only registered an account on Endless Return to keep him and Fox company.
Lu Xuejin frowned slightly, her first reaction was annoyance, and Shen Fangzhi had no interest in him anymore.
But then, he came up with a brilliant idea.
The dedication value is currently stuck at 95, and it just needs external stimulation to break through the high value. Lu Xuejin needs to entice Yuan Ying to fall even more deeply into her trap.
People always feel an endless sense of crisis when facing external enemies, and cherish everything they have even more.
Lu Xuejin blinked, suppressing a laugh, and put on an annoyed tone as she turned on the microphone and said, "Sorry, baby, my friend is online. He's a newbie, so I have to go and help him out."
After he finished speaking, he stared intently at the microphone interface on the screen, more focused than ever before.
The microphone is flashing.
Yuan Ying asked, "Who is it?"
Lu Xuejin: "It's the friend I picked up earlier, ID: Yaguchi."
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