Chapter 35
After arriving in Dali, I had a wonderful few days of fun.
He even made an exception and went to a bar, staying until three or four in the morning. Although he clearly disliked getting drunk, he filled his stomach with alcohol and returned to the hotel drunk.
Fang Xu was clinging to you; he was tall, had long legs, and was quite heavy. When you opened the door and tried to lift him off, he immediately clung to you with both his arms and legs, looking aggrieved.
"You're drunk."
"No."
He nuzzled against you, and naturally moved closer to your cheek, giving you two quick kisses on the lips.
Seeing that you didn't object, I held your face and tentatively gave you a wet kiss. My broad chest pressed against you, and I could feel your vibrant heat even through your clothes. The bright light illuminated your dark eyebrows, black eyes, red lips, and long eyelashes.
He obediently closed his eyes; despite his arrogant appearance, he looked very innocent at that moment.
You two are about the same height and have very similar builds; neither of you is slender and frail. Therefore, even if he were to become aggressive and try to push you down, it would be very difficult. When you were kissing each other and wanted to take it a step further, you ended up arguing about your positions.
After a while of dawdling, a few more distinct and heavy low groans passed, and the room fell silent. He was at his wit's end. After dawdling for so long, he groaned unwillingly, clearly very awake and wanting to continue. After a fierce internal struggle, he simply kicked off his shorts and lay down on top of her.
He probably couldn't bring himself to say such a thing, so he just took advantage of his drunkenness to grope and rub against her, going with the flow.
Of course, to put it in the worst-case scenario, it's also possible that they were too lazy to dawdle any longer, since they had already spent a lot of time, so they wanted to use alcohol as an excuse to get it into their mouths quickly.
Without even wanting to elaborate further, I simply and directly chose this method.
If someone criticizes you for being hasty, or even despises you for being weak-willed and easily charmed by a young and enthusiastic man, to the point of abandoning years of persistence and accepting a relationship with no guarantees, you would definitely raise your hand in agreement and calmly point out one, two, or three problems, and hold a self-criticism meeting.
But what's done is done.
One night later.
It also happened to be the last day of the trip.
You woke up with a terrible hangover, feeling like you'd drunk fake alcohol. You both slept soundly again, so you both wore masks of pain and, like two unfortunate brothers, helped each other out to have breakfast.
You ordered rice noodles, and you ordered him a bowl of corn porridge.
The two of them were eating breakfast facing each other in a rather pathetic state. There couldn't be a more ridiculous scene, so as they were eating, Fang Xu's spoon fell into his bowl, and he clutched his waist with one hand, groaning and slurping.
You're experiencing your first hangover. Your head is throbbing, and your eyes are lifeless. You don't look like a grown man who's had a wonderful night out. Instead, you look like someone who's been forced to work on a construction site all night, and you're completely exhausted.
"Let's eat," you tapped the table, your usual stern expression gone, "Stop fooling around."
“Oh,” Fang Xu readily complied, trembling and slurping as he finally managed to drink a tiny bit of porridge.
After breakfast, on the way back to the hotel, Fang Xu suddenly cried out "Ouch!" and squatted down by the roadside, clutching his stomach.
"What's wrong?"
"Stomachache."
Fang Xu's face was deathly pale, and he was sweating profusely. He glanced at you, and your heart skipped a beat. Recalling last night, you couldn't remember whether you had taken any precautions.
This would never happen under normal circumstances, let alone with such troublesome consequences. This is a huge problem.
You carried him on your back and ran to the street to hail a taxi, but it was early morning and the people in the ancient town were still leisurely waiting to go out. There were no taxis to be found. Fang Xu lay on your back like a turtle, drooping his head and muttering, "No, I don't want to go to the hospital. Just let me go back and get some sleep."
You wondered if his stomachache was because of last night, so you asked him, "Do you remember if I wore a condom last night?"
Fang Xu remained silent for a moment. He wasn't without experience and naturally knew about the various potential problems. Fang Xu said weakly in a hoarse, broken voice, "Damn it, you're asking me now? How am I supposed to know!"
"Don't you feel anything?"
Fang Xu was a little angry: "My butt isn't xxx, I don't remember!"
Okay, okay, if we keep asking this question, it really will become inappropriate for children. Besides, it's not possible to run back to the hotel and rummage through the trash to see if there's any Durex in there.
You tilted him up slightly, trying to maintain an objective and calm tone as you analyzed the possible situations.
“Listen, although it’s just a guess, I felt that you were a little small when we did it last night. I don’t know if there was any mucosal bleeding. You’re not feeling well right now. Normal sex shouldn’t be this uncomfortable. We need to go to the hospital.”
Fang Xu twitched the corner of his mouth: "I'm not going!"
"We have to go, even if we don't want to!"
You were still suffering from a hangover, your face pale, and you staggered forward. You didn't approve of him joking about his health and life. Fang Xu looked dejected and weak: "No, I really don't hurt anymore, let's go back."
"no!"
You carried him on your back, searching for a car on the street, but you couldn't find a taxi along the way. Finally, you found an early-rising van driver and paid him a high price to take you into the city. Fang Xu maintained a deathly expression the whole way; if the car door had opened, he might have preferred to jump out on the spot.
Finally, after a hurried and difficult journey, I finally got into the hospital and registered at the proctology department.
The experienced doctor, without asking any questions, led Fang Xu behind the curtain amidst your worried gaze. With a deft touch, he emerged and said, "Oh dear, it's not an anal fissure."
He smiled kindly: "It's just a stomach problem. Go back, exercise a bit, and take some medicine, and you'll be fine."
He looked at the two of you and suggested, "But do you two look like you have toothaches? You should go to the dentist for some medicine."
you:"……"
In short, this whole thing was a chaotic mess, and it finally came to an end. You two were exhausted from all the commotion and didn't feel like lingering outside, so you both decided to go back and lie down.
"Go to sleep."
Fang Xu was probably not feeling well, and for the first time ever, he paid attention to your tone of voice, muttering, "You always bring up this line whenever you don't want to talk about something or make an excuse to avoid it."
He sighed and crawled up to you like a caterpillar, complaining, "Take a good look at yourself. Isn't that sentence harsh, hasty, and indifferent?"
You used to use this phrase to brush him off, but upon closer reflection, it's not entirely untrue. You couldn't find a rebuttal, and he immediately seized on this new flaw, saying, half-complaining and half-seriously, "You don't like me at all!"
Your brain is in a semi-shutdown state, and you don't refute it.
Fang Xu's expression wasn't exactly one of shock and despair, but it was close enough. His face showed a mixture of shock, sadness, and loneliness, looking utterly miserable: "You really don't like me at all? Not even a little bit?"
After traveling for so long, he finally mustered up some courage, put aside his pride, and awkwardly, yet reluctantly, asked the question.
And you, after thinking it over, also sighed deeply at this troublesome moment, lowered your guard and wariness a little, and said seriously, "No."
Just as Fang Xu was about to retort, you said, "I'm so glad I met you."
This is the truth. Try not to be sentimental and just say it clearly in a few words: "I thank you for talking to me during my sad time."
Author's Note:
This version is almost done, I can't change it anymore. I've published it, I feel good now, no more pain (collapses and lies down).
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