03. What are you even doing? It's only three minutes!
Mu Jia stopped in her tracks. At this moment, there was no one else in the entire space except for the two of them.
She had no choice but to turn around.
Seeing Chu Chiyi walking towards her, she didn't even have time to wipe the water off her hands.
When the temperature at the water outlet is lost, the water sound automatically stops.
Mu Jia looked down and saw water droplets sliding down his smooth, firm forearm and onto the back of his well-defined hand.
Then, following the slender fingertips downwards, a winding, moist trail of water was left behind.
The space was so quiet that she could almost hear the sound of a drop of water hitting the ground.
Chu Chiyi continued to approach step by step, his handsome brows slightly furrowed, his gaze gradually and undisguisedly falling on Mu Jia's neck.
The woman's neck was slender and fair, as smooth as jade, and beneath the jade candle were well-defined collarbones and neck hollows.
The man's gaze seemed to dim for a moment.
His gaze was tangible and warm, suddenly making Mu Jia uncontrollably recall many private and inappropriate scenes between the two of them that were unknown to outsiders...
In an instant, something that had been pent up between them all night suddenly exploded.
Mu Jia almost reflexively took a half step back.
Yet, he was still enveloped in a faint woody scent.
She tried to back away, but found her back pressed against the cool marble wall.
There was no way to retreat.
Suddenly, Chu Chiyi raised his hand, his fingertips almost touching the side of her neck. Then, to accommodate her height, he leaned down.
She could only instinctively close her eyes.
The next second, I suddenly felt myself being pulled a few steps inward.
Mu Jia opened her eyes in surprise and found that the space in front of her had changed drastically.
The cubicle door closed behind me, the soft click of the lock like some kind of secret announcement.
The noise from the outside world was instantly shut out, squeezed into a blurry background sound.
Only they remained in the cramped space, along with the inescapable shadows cast by the pale light overhead.
Chu Chiyi's arm was still wrapped around her waist, the force not strong, but with a sense of control that she could not break free from.
Her back was pressed against the cold tiles, the chill seeping in, while his body in front of her was burning hot. The interplay of ice and fire made Mu Jia shiver slightly.
"What are you trying to do? Don't do anything reckless!"
But he didn't rush to kiss her. Instead, he gently stroked her waist with his hand, with an almost research-like patience, feeling her subtle trembling.
The palm gently pressed against the fabric of the skirt, moving upwards little by little, igniting clusters of indescribable flames wherever it passed.
Mu Jia's breathing became rapid. She tried to turn her head away from his overly focused gaze, but he gently pressed his forehead against hers.
I had no choice but to meet his gaze.
Those eyes, with their dark pupils, appeared exceptionally deep in the backlight.
His deep, dark eyes suddenly flashed: "I was wrong last time in France."
It was supposed to be an apology, but Mu Jia felt a sudden pang in her heart.
She couldn't finish her sentence because Chu Chiyi's kiss finally landed, but not on her lips; instead, it touched the throbbing pulse on the side of her neck.
The tip of the tongue gently licks, feeling the intense throbbing beneath the veins, then gives a light, gentle suck.
Mu Jia couldn't speak anymore. She gasped and unconsciously clenched the cuffs of his shirt.
He brushed her hand away and reached under her skirt.
Mu Jia was startled: "No!"
"I just washed it very carefully."
His voice carried that characteristic languidness he had when speaking to her.
"Don't hold back..." He suddenly lowered his head, took her earlobe in his mouth, and coaxed her softly, while his other hand steadily supported her body, which was beginning to go limp and slide down. "They can't hear us outside."
But this realization only intensified the feelings of shame and pleasure.
This also accelerated the pace towards the brink of spiraling out of control.
His fingertips applied light pressure, but the frequency was just right, like an unstoppable tide, wave after wave washing over the dam of her reason.
Mu Jia bit her lower lip, trying to resist the overwhelming wave, tears of rationality welling up in the corners of her eyes.
Chu Chiyi looked at her dazed eyes and flushed cheeks, feeling her contractions becoming more and more intense.
His gaze fell on her lips, and he finally lowered his head.
But the next second, Mu Jia suddenly went limp, letting out a small, suppressed whimper like a small animal, and collapsed into his arms as if all her strength had left her.
The man paused for a moment.
Mu Jia suddenly heard a soft laugh from above her head.
The afterglow lingered; her eyes were glazed over, her waist was so weak, and she could only lean against him, trying to calm herself down intermittently.
"What are you doing? It's only three minutes."
"You...go to hell!"
When the two of them returned to the private room one after the other, it was basically time for everyone to have enjoyed themselves and for the guests to leave.
It was nearly 10 p.m. when we left Jinjiangchun. The temperature difference between day and night in Pinghai in autumn was becoming apparent at this time, and the jacket I had prepared in advance was now sufficient.
Mu Jia leaned against the car window, her forehead against the glass, watching the roadside trees silently speed past.
She paused for a moment, then smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"
Are they obvious?
"It's nothing," Xiao Yu said with a smile, shaking his head. "It's just a feeling."
"How does it feel?"
"It's hard to say." Xiao Yu looked at her, his peach blossom eyes, which seemed to always be full of affection, narrowed slightly, and stated the facts he had seen with great interest: "He kept looking at you during the meal."
Mu Jia paused, her fingers stroking her phone case, then shook her head: "You're mistaken, he's not looking at me."
"So what exactly is your relationship?"
Upon hearing this question, Mu Jia was not yet affected, but Xiao Yu himself was taken aback.
Mu Jia turned her head and met Xiao Yu's gaze.
What is their relationship? What is his/her relationship to her?
There are actually many possible answers.
The white moonlight who was crazy about her when she was a child, the bastard who hurt her badly, after realizing his scumbag nature, they unexpectedly developed into friends with benefits that they kept secret from everyone...
However, most of these answers are not comprehensive enough, and they are all quite unacceptable.
I actually hate him to death.
She didn't say anything, afraid that her clenched teeth would frighten Xiao Yu.
A few seconds later, she put the phone she was playing with back into her bag and gently curled the corners of her lips. "We're really not that close."
She shifted her gaze back to the night view outside the car window, thinking to herself that this couldn't really be considered a lie.
After all, that guy was used to being two-faced, to the point that she didn't even know which side of him she was familiar with.
In recent years, whenever Mu Jia returned to Pinghai, she mostly stayed at her maternal grandmother's old house instead of her parents' house.
The old man's house is in a good location, but its structure requires three courtyards and three exits.
A few years ago, as the old lady got older, it became increasingly inconvenient for her to come and go, so her children arranged for her to move to a lower-rise apartment that was easier to access.
This old house was then left vacant.
Although the house is old, the location is excellent. It is located in the city center of Pinghai and is adjacent to a famous old street with ancient buildings. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it is built within a scenic area.
The houses built next to the scenic area can be quite noisy and chaotic for the elderly during peak tourist season.
But for Mu Jia, who is in her twenties, unmarried, childless, has no boyfriend, loves to have fun and enjoy music, and always goes back to China for rest and vacation, it's just right.
Mu Jia got out of the car and said goodbye to Xiao Yu.
She politely declined the other party's offer to help her carry her suitcase upstairs.
The suitcase's swivel wheels brushed against the stone pavement of the old building area, and it emerged from a side street a third of the way down to its own apartment building.
Looking from a distance, there were no familiar vehicles or people near the first gate downstairs.
Mu Jia dragged her suitcase forward, entered the first courtyard gate, and climbed dozens of steps to reach the second gate.
Although the area is a tourist area, it is very close to the Shizhong District Public Security Bureau and has good public security, so the second gate, like the one downstairs, was also unlocked.
She pushed open the door, stepped over the threshold, and entered a large courtyard with many flowers and plants.
Then, I turned around and walked into the second unit on my right.
Enter the password to open the door, and the motion-sensor lights in the hallway will turn on.
Old buildings in ancient building areas cannot be renovated or altered at will, so they do not have elevators.
Fortunately, my home is on the second floor, so I don't have to carry my suitcase and go through the hassle of trekking for too long.
Upon reaching the platform at the corner on the second floor, the motion-sensor light turned on a second later than her.
The lights came on, finally clearly illuminating the empty corridor and her own lonely shadow on the floor.
I don't know which neighbor spilled water, but several darker patches of water seeped into the lime-paved ground, dividing the shadows of people on the ground into several pieces.
The hallway was silent. Mu Jia's hand was a little numb, so she stopped and poured the box into her other hand. She wondered what she had been expecting as she walked through door after door.
She was slightly out of breath, so she propped the box up on the stairs to catch her breath.
But we can’t stop; we still have to open one door after another and step over one threshold after another.
Disappointment after disappointment.
But disappointment may not be all bad.
Even the disappointment from unfounded delusions...
Disappointment needs to be accumulated. Only when you've accumulated enough can you calmly forgive yourself and others.
Once, twice, a hundred times... everything has a threshold. There will always be a time when, after the disappointment, you will completely stop thinking about it.
Thinking this way, she suddenly felt much more at ease, and a strange sense of pleasure rose in her heart.
Even the strength to continue forward and leap over the last few steps in one go suddenly increased significantly.
She walked to the door in one breath, her gaze landing on the ground, but she suddenly stopped.
There, in front of his own door, was a small yellow paper bag.
She let go of the suitcase, walked over in a few steps, and reached out to unscrew the bag sealed with staples.
After clearly seeing what was in the bag, Mu Jia suddenly put away her keys, turned around, and went downstairs.
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