Chapter 30
The train departs from your city and will take two days and one night to reach Kunming, Yunnan.
You plan to start in Kunming and visit several art galleries first.
When you're out and about, not working, you're in a good mood and put the books you haven't finished reading in a long time into your Kindle. Fang Xu won't let you be too quiet, like a lively little lion shaking its curly mane, elegantly but childishly leaning closer.
You've never been stingy with your compliments to young, handsome boys.
"When was your last trip?" Fang Xu asked, resting his chin on his hand as he sat next to you. His long legs, which were barely able to stretch out under the table, swung back and forth, touching your knees and then your calves, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Last time, during our honeymoon."
Fang Xu's expression froze, giving him a look that said, "How could you ruin the atmosphere like that?" He seemed a little annoyed and quickly said, "Besides that time?"
You gave him a funny look. Men can be just as jealous as girls when they get jealous for no reason. It's clear that being jealous isn't a woman's specialty: "I don't travel far. When I'm busy with work, I often work 007. If I have time during my holidays, I'll go back to Yunnan to see my friends."
Fang Xu fiddled with the trinkets on the table, let out a long "Oh," and then said, "So, in that case, you're on your second honeymoon now?"
You shake your head, reminding him that he doesn't need to be so ignorant: "Have you ever heard of family travel?"
Fang Xu: ...
Seeing his humiliated state, his anger barely contained, you couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Seeing you smile, Fang Xu's expression changed from sullen and speechless to embarrassed. Then he scratched his head and smiled with a look of displeasure but no way to stop it, and his cheeks burned.
The prodigal son who cleared the field had probably never been ridiculed like this before.
No one has ever mocked him for his age; he has always been invincible and never made a mistake.
However, the setback was not enough to extinguish Fang Xu's enthusiasm. In less than three minutes, he pulled you to your feet and said urgently, "Come on, let's go to the smoking area for a smoke. I'm about to suffocate in this carriage."
You still couldn't help but laugh, and a thought involuntarily arose in your mind.
What if this kid is serious?
You guessed wrong, perhaps...
No, I don't want to think about it anymore.
Thinking so much is useless.
You look down at him holding your wrist, the dragon-patterned bracelet swaying back and forth, just like Fang Xu himself—unpredictable.
When we got to the smoking area, he took out a pack of earthenware cigarettes. It wouldn't be good to bully him too much, so when Fang Xu leaned in to light your cigarette, you didn't dodge.
A few men stood scattered here, their expressions varying as the train swayed back and forth; no one paid any attention to you.
After parting ways with your senior, you dislike bustling train stations, banquets, and parties. Everyone has somewhere to go after the event, but you don't know where to go.
The train rumbled into the tunnel.
The lights in the smoking area flickered, then suddenly plunged into complete darkness.
Because it was night, the exhausted men were too lazy to speak. A few scarlet lights still shone in the darkness, waiting for the lights to come on.
Fang Xu suddenly leaned closer.
You had a premonition of what he was going to do, and subconsciously took a half step back, but unexpectedly someone hugged you. This was too outrageous. You wanted to remind him that this was a public place, and two men being affectionate would cause a lot of trouble. You were not prepared to provoke public order and good morals.
He was as tall as you, but not at all thin. That masculine boy, with his head down, gently and eagerly sniffed your neck, like a beast confirming its scent.
This unreasonable little lion.
You didn't know whether to laugh or be angry; all sorts of thoughts swirled in your mind. Finally, you took the cigarette out of your mouth, grabbed his head, and leaned down to kiss him.
Those cool, thin lips... I wish I could bite them off.
Unrestrained and anxious, they exchanged saliva, wanting to know, or not wanting to know, wanting to confirm, or simply confirming with their lips and tongues.
They whispered sweet nothings to each other, exchanging breaths.
The train rumbled and roared, masking the overly deep kiss, a kiss carrying the pungent, lingering scent of earthenware smoke, quietly asking you if you felt truly at peace.
You pull him away, forehead to forehead with his, your soft breathing and the tingling, itchy pain on your lips reminding you of what you just did.
Fang Xu's voice, like a poppy, lingered in my ears.
He took a deep drag of his cigarette, cupped your head in his hands, and wanted to kiss you again. You cupped his face in your right hand, your voice a little hoarse.
That's enough.
The car lights flashed and then came back on.
Fang Xu was behind you, and you could feel him watching you, but you didn't turn around and walked straight back to the carriage.
It took him quite a while to slowly walk back.
Holding a boxed lunch and water, they casually hand it to you, as if nothing had just happened.
You opened the lunchbox and said thank you.
The deluxe sleeper compartment, with only the two of you, was quiet and still.
Fang Xu gave a lazy "hmm" as an answer, without even looking at you, and lowered his head to eat.
hiss--
Fang Xu grimaced, glaring hatefully at the rice. His slightly swollen, bright red lips stung from the chili oil, but he refused to talk to her. He poked at the rice with his chopsticks, looking like he was facing some kind of enemy.
You paused, reached into your pocket, hesitated for a moment, and handed it to him. Fang Xu finally glanced at you: "What, a handkerchief? We don't have any wet wipes."
As he spoke, afraid you might take it back, he quickly clutched it in his hand, examining it from all angles, before casually slipping it into his pocket. He said naturally, "It's nothing, just a minor injury. A grown man isn't that delicate."
yes.
No, I was just so upset that I almost poked my lunchbox to pieces.
Men are generally very generous.
You didn't explain what happened earlier, and he didn't ask; it all passed by unspokenly.
When he went to sleep that night, he finally understood what you meant by "good luck to yourself" during the day.
toothbrush
cleasing milk
slippers
towel
He had none of these things, and now he was on a train with no department stores. Fang Xu, with his hair down, accused incredulously, "You have room for pajamas, couldn't you have brought an extra toothbrush?"
You changed into cotton pajamas, wore slippers, and had a towel draped over your arm. Hearing this, you turned around and said what had been lingering in your mind all day: "I told you."
I feel much better now.
You took your things out to wash up, which took a little longer than usual.
Back in the carriage, Fang Xu opened the door and, with a familiar handkerchief covering his face, took a deep, almost perverted, breath.
you:"……"
You went out, closed the door again, and knocked: "I'm coming in."
A loud bang came from inside the house. You pushed open the door, and Fang Xu was rubbing his forehead, looking at you awkwardly, not knowing what he had just bumped into.
You put the toiletries you bought on the table and yawned: "Goodnight."
Just as he was about to get into bed, his waist tightened as someone hugged him from behind. Fang Xu's voice was low and magnetic: "Nanfei, you like me a little, don't you?"
You said, "I will also buy toothbrushes and towels for the children at school."
If someone didn't come empty-handed.
Fang Xu snorted and tightened his grip on her arm: "Would you kiss your student?"
you:"……"
This was truly unexpected. Your unusual silence prompted Fang Xu to whistle, and in a good mood, he released you, took his toiletries, and went out.
You lie in bed, your brow furrowed, then relaxed, and finally stare calmly at the ceiling, saying nothing.
trouble.
Author's Note:
It's good to be confused sometimes.
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