Chapter 76 Don't Abandon Me
"......"
It was almost 10 p.m.
A long silence fell over the sofa.
Cheng Jia didn't know whether to admit it or deny it.
The moonlight was dim, like the three or four nights before the USB drive was stolen.
Shi Qingci's face was more mature and aloof than before. His gaze lingered on Cheng Jia's profile. Cheng Jia turned his head away to avoid eye contact, only to find the man's wrist pressed against his ear.
Slender and smooth.
Cheng Jia wasn't sure if her breath hit this wrist.
I just felt my breathing become a little rapid.
A heat rose on his chin. Shi Qingci pinched his cheek and straightened it, then looked down at him and asked, "What were you thinking at the time? Did you ever think that such a breakdown would make me hate you?"
Shi Qingci did not feel relieved; instead, she resented Cheng Jia even more.
Cheng Jia still abandoned him back then.
He cupped half of Cheng Jia's face in his palm and asked the question that had been bothering him: "Why didn't you confess back then? Why didn't you come to me and tell me the truth? Why did you just leave? Cheng Jia, what were you thinking? Tell me."
“…I can’t help it, you’ve been so good to me,” Cheng Jia said, her eyes lowered and her lips pursed. “I just…I can’t bring myself to say it.”
At that time, Shi Qingci's father had just passed away.
How did Cheng Jia come to the conclusion that she had deliberately approached him?
Pretend to like Shi Qingci, pretend to be in a relationship with him.
All the companionship and warmth were fake.
At that time, he couldn't face Shi Qingci's disappointment. Rather than killing her with a dull knife, he chose a more decisive way to put an end to their already flawed relationship.
Cheng Jia had considered the reaction of the Qing Dynasty porcelain.
Surprise, rage, hatred, disgust, or revenge.
These were all things Cheng Jia had anticipated.
He was willing to accept retribution, even to give up everything he owned to atone for the mistakes of his youth, but he had too little.
The report on the porcelain of the Qing Dynasty was not entirely satisfactory.
This has led to the current situation where things are still intertwined.
Cheng Jia was also confused; he knew what Shi Qingci wanted.
But it's uncertain how much longer he can live in this body.
He was afraid of 'deceiving' Shi Qingci a second time.
There will be no chance to repay this time.
This will be a second injury.
"...Back then, you did like me, didn't you? When you left," Shi Qingci's fingertips twitched slightly, caressing Cheng Jia's cool cheek, "You always wore the white dove ring. I've thought about it for a long time, did you like it even a little bit...?"
"You can't bear to hurt me, so you won't help my second uncle steal the USB drive."
"And you had many ways to leave. Which way did you choose to drug me? Did you like me? Did you ever?"
The answer lies with Qing dynasty porcelain.
Very important.
"......"
Cheng Jia bit her tongue tightly to keep herself from making a sound.
He turned his face away from the sofa, letting the other person's palm fall on his cheek. Cheng Jia could smell the scent of Shi Qingci's body heat, the perfume they were both very familiar with.
That bottle of perfume carries the memories of two people's youth.
Youthful innocence, fluttering heart, beyond compare.
Cheng Jia said, "...You promised me you wouldn't bother me anymore."
"I asked you if you've ever liked me! Why won't you answer? What are you worried about? Is it hard to admit?" Shi Qingci was almost driven crazy by Cheng Jia's behavior. He just wanted to know the answer. "I will be good to you. I promise I will be better than before. Don't you believe me?"
Why are you always rejecting me?
Cheng Jia, Cheng Jia.
"......"
Cheng Jia couldn't accept this kind of kindness: "I've never liked you, not before, and I never will. Just leave, pretend you never knew me, and forget about me."
Stop talking.
Let's stop talking.
"Forget it? How can I forget it?" Shi Qingci's hand, which had missed its target, moved down and rested lightly on Cheng Jia's collarbone. "...I forget that you appeared in my life when I was 18, I forget the first time I rode a bicycle, I forget the first Hokkien song I ever heard, you dancing in front of me draped in a bed sheet, I forget the first barbecue I ever ate, the two chicken wings that you burned, the first time I... you taught me, and the first kiss I ever had was with you."
Those things that Cheng Jia remembered as insignificant.
In the memories of Qing Dynasty porcelain, each piece is unique!
“You said you shouldn’t throw away the phone if it’s not broken. I’ve used this phone for four years. You can clean toothpaste by rolling it up with a toothbrush. I’ve been doing that for the past five years. Cheng Jia…” Shi Qingci tightened his arms around Cheng Jia’s neck and hugged him. He buried his forehead in Cheng Jia’s shoulder. “…Cheng Jia, I know you’ve had a hard life growing up. We’ve all had a hard life. I don’t blame you for lying to me. Let’s start over, okay?”
"I will not forget you, but you can forget me."
"Just consider this a new way of getting to know me."
"Will it work?"
"Cheng Jia".
Shi Qingci hugged him tightly, nestled in Cheng Jia's arms.
Just like that stormy night during my freshman year of college.
It was the first time they had ever shared a bed.
The two of them were completely covered by the blankets. Cheng Jia chatted with him cheerfully about playing games, but he didn't listen to a word she said.
All he knew was that Cheng Jia smelled clean with soap.
Cheng Jia's body and embrace were both warm.
Shi Qingci had never been held like that before.
They were all given to me by Cheng Jia.
“I have nothing left,” Shi Qingci said, her voice choked and hoarse as she held Cheng Jia in her arms. “...The old house in Xining is empty, all I have left is you.”
"You keep telling me to leave, but where do you want me to go, Cheng Jia?"
I've wanted to have a home with you for five years.
If you're here, where can I go?
"Please don't abandon me," Shi Qingci said.
“Cheng Jia,” he pressed his eyes against Cheng Jia’s clothes, which were wet and hot, “say one word, and I’ll give you anything you want. Let’s be together. I’m serious, just as serious as I was five years ago.”
"We have a home again."
"We will have a home."
I can't forget Cheng Jia.
Shi Qingci could never achieve that in his lifetime.
Cheng Jia barged into his previously closed-off world.
There's no way to forget it.
Unless it's a cramp or a blood transfusion.
"......"
I'll have a home again.
The home where I live with Shi Qing porcelain.
Cheng Jia's gaze gradually lost focus, and she stared vaguely at the ceiling.
Unconsciously, he raised his hand and placed it on Shi Qingci's back, then slowly pressed it against the back of Shi Qingci's neck, stroking the hair on the back of the person's head with his five fingers. The hair was soft and supple. His other hand also hugged the person's waist.
Just like when he missed home during those two years in Xining.
He was embracing Shi Qingci as he slept.
The body acts before reason, and the fleeting hope triumphs over reality.
Cheng Jia suddenly wanted to do something.
"...Hmm?" Shi Qingci's wet face was cupped in Cheng Jia's palms. He was still stunned when his lips suddenly felt a warmth, and he was greeted by Cheng Jia's breath.
Her lips were wet, and her tongue was being sucked.
Cheng Jia is kissing him.
"!"
Shi Qingci's head exploded with a 'bang'.
He was bewildered yet almost ecstatic, letting Cheng Jia pull him over so that he could lie on his back on the sofa, his nearly 1.9-meter height allowing Cheng Jia to sit on top of him.
In the tranquil moonlight streaming in from the balcony.
Cheng Jia kissed him deeply, using all her skills.
There was also an extra hand on her waist.
Cheng Jia loosened the porcelain belt of the Shi Qing dynasty.
With a crisp click.
Shi Qingci was surprised but did not resist: "...What are you doing?"
"Do you want it or not?" Cheng Jia's voice was hoarse.
The question evoked a sensation of his pores opening as he sweated profusely, which surged through Shi Qingci's back. He swallowed nervously a couple of times, his Adam's apple bobbing: "Is it okay?"
Is this a dream?
Is it Cheng Jia?
The porcelain statue from the Qing Dynasty was set ablaze.
It can explode, both body and soul.
The frequency of my heartbeat was deafening.
"Go to the bedroom before I change my mind." Cheng Jia straightened up, reached out and pulled down the zipper of his jacket, revealing that the shoulder of his windbreaker was soaked with the rich young master's tears.
Cheng Jia decided to reward him with something.
Just because of what you just said.
It was worth it.
"......"
"......"
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