Chapter 18
So sweet it'll melt you!
Song Jinyu was stunned.
He paused for a moment before slowly asking, "Are you jealous?"
"Oh, Xiao Ji, you're being too petty. Isn't this normal between friends? I think you just don't have enough friends, that's why you feel that way."
Xiao Ji's fingers dug into the rim of the cup. The cup was rather thick, so no matter how hard he pressed, the pain wouldn't be sharp, just like Song Jinyu's words, "a dull knife sharpening the heart."
He lowered his eyes. "Maybe."
For some reason, Song Jinyu felt a strange sense of excitement. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he was surprised that someone as aloof as Xiao Ji could feel jealous.
At this moment, he disregarded their ongoing cold war, jumped from the bay window onto the man's lap, looked up at him, and asked in surprise, "You can actually be jealous?"
Xiao Ji lifted his eyelids slightly. "Can't I be jealous?"
"I don't know..." Song Jinyu stroked her chin, "I feel like you've already transcended mortals, and you're about to become an immortal in the next second."
Xiao Ji put down his long-empty coffee cup. "Unfortunately, that's just your misconception. I'm just a mortal, and I have all the emotions and desires that a person should have."
Song Jinyu stepped on his knee, and on a whim, muttered, "Then why have I never seen you in a relationship?"
The fingertips, tinged with the bitterness of coffee, landed on Song Jinyu's head, and he felt as if they were being rubbed.
Xiao Ji sighed softly, rubbing the doll's not-so-soft face.
"Yeah...why don't I talk about it? Maybe my other half is an idiot who's been slow to come looking for me."
Song Jinyu's heart skipped a beat.
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Song Xingxing has been a bit dim-witted since he was a child.
He never had a maternal grandmother growing up, so he didn't know what a maternal grandmother was.
For him, the people in the world, besides his parents, are his grandparents.
But the grandmother next door became someone else's grandmother.
The grandma next door has a very kind face. The flowers she grows are the most beautiful in the neighborhood, her cooking is delicious, and she can tell stories and make several different sounds.
Song Xingxing likes her the most.
He also thought that his grandmother liked him the most, until a child came next door.
I first met him from the bay window of his bedroom. From the side, you could see the balcony next door. Xiao Ji, sitting in a wheelchair, was surrounded by flowers. The colors around him were so beautiful, but he saw no color at all.
He cried and made a scene, and Zhou Qingwen grabbed him and beat him up.
Only then did he realize that his maternal grandmother was just as close as his paternal grandmother.
The old lady next door wasn't his biological grandmother, but she was Xiao Ji's maternal grandmother.
He stole his grandmother.
Feeling guilty, Song Xingxing wiped away his tears and, carrying his favorite rabbit doll, knocked on the door next door.
The old lady next door heard him crying, but she didn't say anything, just lovingly patted his head. "Star's here! Grandma's making milk tea, do you want some?"
Song Xingxing sniffed and subconsciously swallowed. "I want to drink it."
Xiao Ji sat in a wheelchair with a book on his lap, his head bowed, never once glancing in their direction.
Song Xingxing hesitated.
Grandma placed the earthenware pot on the stove and said slowly, "His name is Xiao Ji. He will be living with Grandpa and Grandma from now on. He is Grandma's grandson. Something happened in his family, and he got sick. He doesn't like to talk and his health isn't very good..."
Song Xingxing hugged the rabbit in her arms tightly, glanced quickly at Xiao Ji, and then looked away. "So, will he be confined to a wheelchair from now on?"
The tea leaves are roasted in a clay pot until they develop a caramelized aroma.
"No, it's just that he won't need to sit anymore once he's fully recovered."
The sweet aroma and fragrance of tea spread out as Song Xingxing, holding a doll, walked over to Xiao Ji.
The Song family believes in taking responsibility for one's actions. He acted recklessly just now, so he needs to apologize to Xiao Ji now.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Grandma is your maternal grandmother. I stole your maternal grandmother. This doll is a gift to apologize."
After saying that, he stuffed the doll into Xiao Ji's arms.
Then Xiao Ji threw it away.
Song Xingxing cried.
Grandma Xiao Ji felt overwhelmed, with the silent, gloomy injured woman on one side and the little crybaby who couldn't bear the slightest grievance on the other.
Song Xingxing cried, tears streaming down her face, sobbing between sobs, "That was my favorite rabbit! I gave you my favorite rabbit, and you still threw it away!"
Grandma comforted him, "Alright, alright... Xingxing, don't cry. If you cry, you won't be able to drink milk tea later. Xiaoji is sick, that's why his personality is a little strange. Grandma Rabbit will keep it for you and give it to him when he gets better, okay?"
"I don't want it!" Song Xingxing picked up the rabbit that had been thrown on the ground and shoved it back into Xiao Ji's arms fiercely. "You have to have it!"
Grandma looked at Xiao Ji with concern, staring at his hands, afraid that a rash might appear at any moment.
But he touched the slightly deformed little rabbit with his hand covered in needle marks and spoke his first words since arriving here.
"Feel sorry."
Later they went to fly kites.
The sky was so high, the clouds drifted so far, and Song Xingxing, holding the kite string, ran a long way against the wind.
So the kite flew fast and high into the clouds.
He pulled the string back to Xiao Ji's side, squatted down beside his wheelchair like a puppy, and asked him, "Do you want to let it out?"
Xiao Ji said, "I can't stand up."
Song Xingxing laughed, "It's okay, you can hold the string and I'll push the wheelchair. I'm very strong, I can push you far and fast, and then your kite will definitely fly very high, higher than the sky."
Sunlight fell on his face, and the wind blew open the boy's gloomy eyes.
He smiled.
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Holding up a rabbit plush toy slightly larger than herself, Song Jinyu exclaimed, "Xiao Ji, I found something incredible in your bedroom closet!"
Xiao Ji is either taking a shower or on his way to take a shower every day. He just came out of the bathroom, and his usually indifferent face was flushed with a light pink from the steam. When he saw what Song Jinyu was holding, he raised his eyelids slightly and said, "Just a rabbit."
“This is clearly the rabbit I gave you when you were little,” Song Jinyu said. “I loved it back then, I slept with it every day, and you still left it on the ground.”
“When you were little, you were really…always had a long face, and you held grudges. I didn’t push you properly when I was flying a kite, and you were angry with me for a whole month.”
Xiao Ji chuckled.
"Do you mean when you said you didn't push me properly, that you insisted on making me fly a kite in a wheelchair, and when I refused, you wouldn't listen, and you kept laughing as you pushed me, until you finally pushed me into a ditch in the park and I broke my leg?"
"..."
Song Jinyu retorted stubbornly, "How could such a thing happen?"
"You only remember that I was angry with you for a month, but you don't care why I was angry."
"..."
“Song Xingxing…” Xiao Ji said, “Let me go inside the rabbit and take a look.”
Song Jinyu looked at the little rabbit beside him. It wasn't very big, and he could control it, but he felt a little awkward about it, perhaps because it was a gift from him to Xiao Ji.
"This rabbit's face has become deformed after all these years. I don't want it, it's so ugly."
Xiao Ji sat on the bed, his hair, which he had casually blown out of the window, fell across his forehead. His eyes were long and narrow, and the icy look in them usually melted away in front of Song Jinyu, his eyes filled with tears, and his voice was deep.
"I want to see..."
Song Jinyu felt extremely uncomfortable under his gaze. "If you miss me, I'll go. Besides, it's just a worthless rabbit..."
"That's not a broken rabbit, that's your rabbit."
"..."
About two minutes later, the doll that Song Jinyu had been holding suddenly collapsed, and the next second, its rabbit ears stood up.
Xiao Ji opened the drawer next to him and skillfully opened his facial features.
As soon as she finished speaking, Song Jinyu started cursing, "Let me tell you, Xiao Ji is only able to tolerate you because I have a good temper. If it were anyone else, with your unreasonable demands, I don't know how many beatings they would have gotten..."
The next second, he covered the man's face with the whole rabbit.
Xiao Ji's nose was very straight, and the tip of his nose poked into the rabbit's soft belly. His breath fell on the fur. Although the doll was clearly unconscious, Song Jinyu felt that his breath was too hot, like a fire burning his chest.
He instinctively tried to get up, but the man pressed him down with his hand as soon as he moved.
Xiao Ji, pinned down by the rabbit, mumbled, "Why are you running?"
"You...you...you..." Song Jinyu stammered, "What are you doing?"
A soft laugh came from his abdomen, "Isn't it obvious? I'll suck you dry, little rabbit, and replenish your yang energy."
Song Jinyu: "..."
He couldn't take it anymore and slapped Xiao Ji's face.
The distance was too close; he was practically lying face-to-face with the other person. With just a slight tilt of his head, he could see Xiao Ji's magnified face.
Her eyelashes were clearly defined, her eyes were closed, and her nose and mouth were pressed down by him.
His breath landed on his stomach, and he was bitten lightly.
Song Jinyu sprang forward with a "whoosh" as if she were on a spring, sliding down Xiao Ji's open collar and into his abdomen.
At first, he didn't realize where he was until he touched the other person's abs.
The resilient skin undulated under his hairy hand. Even though she knew she wouldn't feel much, Song Jinyu couldn't resist touching it again.
A cheerful voice rang out above his head, "Does it feel good?"
Song Jinyu abruptly withdrew her hand, "Pah! I have one too."
"oh……"
Xiao Ji responded lazily, not bothering to pull him out, leaving him to rest on her stomach. "Then feel around and see what the difference is between mine and yours?"
"..."
Song Jinyu felt like she was being flirted with.
"No... Xiao Ji, you..."
Can't you feel it?
Xiao Ji suddenly reached in, grabbed Song Jinyu's two soft, furry paws, and pressed them against her abdomen.
"Let me show you how to touch it..."
Song Jinyu's voice trembled with fright, "No, it wasn't you... what are you doing! How could you do this!"
He gently rubbed Song Jinyu's face with his warm fingertips. "Why are you so surprised? We're both men, what's wrong with touching each other?"
Or... are you feeling guilty?
Song Jinyu: "..."
Song Jinyu darted into the doll's body lying on the table, saying, "It's time to sleep."
Xiao Ji withdrew his hand with some regret.
He glanced at Song Jinyu, realizing he was both trying to avoid her and wanting to sleep. In no time at all, he had fallen asleep on the table.
He put the doll into the box that served as a bed next to him, covered it with a small blanket, and then turned his gaze to the baby rabbit still in his belly.
Xiao Ji is a germaphobe; for him, many things have an unbearable stench.
This rabbit is different; Song Jinyu hugs it and sleeps with it every day, and it carries his scent.
He smelled it the first time she put it in his arms.
Dry, warm, like slightly popped popcorn, with a caramel aroma.
When I hold you in my arms, it's so sweet it melts me.
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