Chapter 12 First Taste
"Jingjing, you're all I have now."
Lin Yujing also wanted to act recklessly, defying the Heavenly Gang, without considering the consequences.
The ultimate level of being a con artist is to fool yourself as well, otherwise how can you make people completely believe you?
Chen Jingshu held the foil bag in one hand, stared into her eyes, and tore it open with his teeth, releasing the aroma of peaches instantly.
"And you said you wouldn't dare to do anything rash." The glass room wasn't very well ventilated, and after the passionate kiss, his head was still spinning, but his voice, with its light panting, carried a hint of desire. "You're so well prepared."
“Jingjing, I swear to God, this is something the guesthouse has always offered.” Chen Jingshu held her hand. “Otherwise, I would rather die of pent-up desire than touch you.”
Turning off the shower makes the air feel fresher.
It just felt wet and sticky, and even more scorching than the water from the showerhead.
"I didn't expect Ah Shu to have such a bottom line." Lin Yujing tilted her head, her eyes not daring to look at his actions, but her words were so enticing that they made people itch.
“We can’t harm children.” After Chen Jingshu finished speaking, seeing her hesitate for a while, he chuckled in a low voice and said, “Pinch here to expel the air, then pull on this edge and slip it on.”
Following his instructions, Lin Yujing felt as if a ripe peach had fallen into the tropical jungle, its sweet aroma instantly filling the entire glass room.
When the showerhead sprayed hot water again, she felt her pores instantly enlarge; she realized that scalding was also a form of pain.
Her beautiful, captivating eyes were brimming with tears. Her cheeks were flushed, indistinguishable between embarrassment and pain.
She bit her lower lip tightly, subconsciously trying to endure the unprecedented tearing pain coming from her body.
"Jingjing, don't hold your breath." Chen Jingshu seemed to be in more pain than her. As soon as he spoke, his brows furrowed into a deep frown. His hand, which had been holding her wrist, slowly slid up and intertwined with her fingers.
She was in so much pain that her chest heaved violently, and she gasped for breath.
His throat was choked with faint sobs, and he couldn't utter a single word.
"Does it hurt?" he asked. "I'll come out so you can catch your breath."
Tears streamed down Lin Yujing's face as she looked directly into his eyes and shook her head. "A-Shu, kiss me."
She didn't want him to leave.
The physical pain is nothing compared to the emotional pain.
I even thought that it would be better if it hurt a little, so that I could remember it more vividly.
After all, the days when we can't see each other will probably occupy the rest of our lives.
When did the pain subside? Perhaps it was when she convinced herself that possession was too difficult, and that the moment she was in his arms, feeling loved, was enough.
Those trembling, licking, tides, and whispered, ambiguous, flirtatious, and lewd words all began to come alive.
"A-Shu, will you remember me for a long time?" Lin Yujing was picked up by him, and the sudden feeling of weightlessness hit her right in the bullseye, causing her toes to curl up.
Chen Jingshu looked up at her, the young man possessing tireless energy, "First love, unforgettable for a lifetime."
Was it just your first love?
"You are my first time in everything."
Lin Yujing braced herself on his shoulders with both arms and buried her head in his chest, biting him.
"Jingjing, bite harder." Chen Jingshu lifted her buttocks, turned her around, and faced the mirror. "I like the marks you leave on me."
Lin Yujing was momentarily bewitched and actually bit down hard on his chest.
The teeth marks were clear and bloody; when rinsed with warm water, a fishy, sweet smell filled the air.
“That’s fair.” Chen Jingshu looked up, tears welling in his eyes, and licked the blood from the corner of her lips. “We’re completely honest with each other.”
Lin Yujing thought that at this moment, the love between them should be considered to have reached the depths of their souls.
Even with a negative distance between us, it still doesn't feel enough; looking at his face, I still feel longing.
The two didn't know how long they stayed in the bathroom, but Lin Yujing, who was being held in his arms, felt very tired.
Then Chen Jingshu finally took a bath towel, wrapped the two of them, and stepped out of the glass room.
The air conditioner in the bedroom was on, and as the cold air blew, she instinctively pressed her body against Chen Jingshu.
"You're already so impatient after only a minute apart?" His face, both roguish and wicked, was tinged with desire, like a sexy wandering spirit in the night.
Lin Yujing lay back on the bed, her arms hooking around his neck.
Chen Jingshu then supported himself on one side of her with one hand, while stroking her long hair with the other, his expression tender and affectionate.
"Chen Jingshu, you seem to know quite a few moves." He had a lot of tricks up his sleeve, pulling her into countless different positions inside the glass room.
However, her words were not a compliment, but rather a hint of jealousy and doubt.
Chen Jingshu seemed to sense the hidden meaning in her words. He put his arm around her leg and leaned down, saying, "I'm not lying, you're the first one."
They're just relying on their youth and boundless energy.
He was not a good child in the traditional sense from a young age, so while he did well in his studies, he also learned from pornographic videos.
"I thought that well-behaved kids who excel in both character and academics wouldn't watch those kinds of things."
"I used to watch it out of curiosity." He teased her deliberately, suddenly hitting her a few times and emphasizing his words, "I've only been watching it more often recently, as an emergency study session so we can discuss it together after class."
Outside the window, waves surged; inside the bedroom, the honey was so thick it couldn't be stirred.
The white wall reflects the image of the two kissing, and looking up reveals their inseparable scene.
Lin Yujing let out a soft laugh, her pupils sparkling. "I like it. But I'm not happy about tutoring alone behind my back."
Chen Jingshu gripped her waist and sped up. Amidst the increasingly uncontrollable sounds of water and low panting, he leaned close to her ear and said, "Okay, I'll bring you next time. We can discuss it in class."
Lin Yujing stared at the ceiling, where the chandelier was swaying violently.
After a long while, the heavy rain finally stopped, and she slumped weakly to the side of the bed, too exhausted to even speak.
Beyond the gently fluttering gauze curtains, the sky was a hazy, pale white.
Lin Yujing touched Chen Jingshu's straight nose, her only thought being that a guy with a nose like that must be very big, strong, and have great stamina.
This was also the first time she had experienced that the dawn of early summer was crisp, tranquil, and extremely romantic.
Held in Chen Jingshu's arms, she began to love this complex world and wanted to lean over the windowsill to tell the east wind about the hardships she had endured over the years.
"What are you thinking about?" Chen Jingshu asked with his eyes closed, his voice deep and hoarse, making his desire seem even stronger.
Lin Yujing couldn't sleep because she felt a lump in her throat, a feeling she couldn't swallow or spit out. "I miss you!"
With a rustling sound of fabric, Chen Jingshu's hands, which were holding her, began to stir restlessly.
Lin Yujing was turned over by him, her back to him, and was surprised to find that this person still had strength.
"Do you still want to be held like this?"
Lin Yujing bit her lower lip, warning herself that it was best to just cry silently.
After an unknown amount of time, she finally couldn't open her eyes anymore.
The two were startled awake again when a heavy object suddenly fell to the ground from the second floor.
The sound was both muffled and loud, giving one a sense of unease.
Chen Jingshu sat up in bed first, making sure to cover her with the blanket. "You continue to sleep, I'll go upstairs and check on her."
Lin Yujing saw the hour hand of the wall clock fall on the 8, and followed Chen Jingshu out of bed. "I'm not going to sleep anymore, I'll wash the sheets."
Chen Jingshu turned around and looked at Bai Xueluomei. "Let's just throw them away. Otherwise, how do we explain washing the sheets so early in the morning?"
“I told you, Ah Shu, it’s your first time experiencing lovemaking. How was it?” Lin Yujing leaned forward and rubbed her nose against his forehead.
Chen Jingshu buttoned up his shirt, pinched her cheek, and said, "You're really bold."
Lin Yujing's expression finally collapsed when she saw him leave the room.
Her long, flowing hair completely covered her face.
Just as she threw the bed sheet into the trash can, she heard Chen Jingshu's startled scream coming from the second floor.
Despite the pleasure of the night, Lin Yujing still ran upstairs quickly, her lower abdomen aching.
As soon as the door was opened, Chen Xuan was seen lying unconscious on the floor.
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Outside the hospital emergency room, Chen Jingshu stood with his head down, saying nothing.
Lin Yujing sat beside him, only able to reassure him that everything would be alright.
At the same time, her cell phone in her pocket started humming.
Since arriving in Pengzhen, only Chen Rongqing has called her.
"Hello."
"I've arranged a car to pick you up in Pengzhen tonight." The tone was authoritative and commanding, typical of a long-serving leader. "You'd better think about how to pave the way for Chen Jingshu. The old man wants a grandson, not an enemy."
Lin Yujing bit her lip tightly, feeling the blood in her mouth. "Aunt Chen Xuan is in the emergency room, her life hanging in the balance. Today is not a good day."
There was silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a cold click of the tongue, "Miss Lin, I don't understand your practice of putting things off until tomorrow. Or is this a tactic you and Chen Xuan employ?"
Facing the wall, Lin Yujing could no longer hold back her tears. "Mr. Chen is always so resourceful. You can tell whether it's a tactic or not just by moving your finger."
"Mr. Chen, if you don't want enemies, you can't be so cold-blooded." After saying that, Lin Yujing angrily hung up the phone.
She seemed to have used up her last bit of strength, and her shoulders slumped wearily.
Turning around, I saw Chen Jingshu sitting on the bench, lost in thought.
Seeing herself looking at him, she forced a smile.
Lin Yujing felt a lump in her throat; even at this moment, that silly boy was still comforting her.
At that moment, the emergency room door finally opened slowly, and she could no longer care about the weight on her heart, so she ran towards the doctor.
"We have done our best. Family members, please hurry and say your final goodbyes."
Seeing the doctor shake his head helplessly, the boy's last hope was shattered. He clutched the doctor's white coat tightly, unwilling to believe the truth. "When we brought her here, she was still conscious. Doctor, please, please save my mother again."
His mother is his only family in the world.
The doctor sighed deeply, "Your mother's heart has long been like a dilapidated building. I have repeatedly suggested that she seek treatment as soon as possible, but she has refused."
"Why don't I know?" Chen Jingshu questioned himself. "She didn't say anything."
It was on this day that Chen Jingshu learned that Chen Xuan had also inherited her maternal grandfather's heart disease, and that it was even more severe than her grandfather's.
She endured countless heart-wrenching days and nights, finally persevering until she saw her son finish his college entrance exams.
"Ah Shu, let's go see Auntie first." Lin Yujing held onto his hand, still unwilling to let go of the doctor's hand, as if as long as he didn't acknowledge her, there was still a chance for her mother's condition to improve.
However, there are too few miracles in the world.
Outside the hospital's emergency room, there were too many gods and Buddhas being prayed to.
The ward reeked of disinfectant, with only the faint sound of the life monitor emanating from it.
Chen Xuan was clinging to her last breath, seeing her son one last time.
Perhaps it was a final burst of energy before death, but she was still able to respond to Chen Jingshu's gesture of grabbing her hand.
"Mom, I've grown up, and soon I'll be able to give you a good life." Chen Jingshu knelt beside Chen Xuan's bed as if he had shattered.
Chen Xuan's breath was weak, and her voice was as low as a mosquito's buzz as she opened and closed her lips lifelessly, "A-Shu, go live a good life."
But his eyes were fixed on Lin Yujing, "Jing...Jing".
Lin Yujing also knelt beside Chen Jingshu. When she heard Chen Xuan call her name, she immediately put her ear close to Chen Xuan's ear and heard her say, "Remember what you promised Auntie."
Before she could answer, the life monitor emitted a piercing alarm, and a series of already slightly undulating lines stretched out to an infinitely straight line.
"Mom!" Chen Jingshu gripped Chen Xuan's hand tightly, rubbing it repeatedly, trying to bring back her rapidly losing body temperature. "Please. Look at me again. I can't lose my mother too."
In a few days, it will be his 19th birthday.
The three of them had originally planned to go out to sea together to celebrate.
The doctor came in at this moment and saw that he was about to take Chen Xuan away. Chen Jingshu began to struggle violently, kneeling on the floor and clinging tightly to one leg of the stretcher, refusing to leave.
"I only have my mother left!" he roared, repeating it over and over until his voice was hoarse.
Lin Yujing knelt beside him, and could only forcefully pry his fingers open one by one.
Also separated was the boy's only source of emotional support.
Like a brave ship that once braved thorns and waves, it lost its communication tower that guided its way.
"Jingjing." He watched helplessly as the gurney disappeared around the corner of the ward. "I don't have a mother anymore."
Lin Yujing knelt down with him and hugged him tightly.
At that moment, she felt a sudden urge to pull him away and escape with her. Even if life was tough, even if they hid like elves in the deep mountains, as long as she could stay with him.
"Jingjing, the ground is cold, get up." His voice was sorrowful, but he still cared about her.
Lin Yujing's lower lip trembled, and she finally couldn't bring herself to let him continue to live such a miserable life without parents.
Her eldest son should live in a castle and enjoy the power of the Chen family.
"Don't live deep in the mountains anymore," Lin Yujing thought. "I'll send you into the capital."
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On the day of Chen Xuan's funeral, Pengzhen was hit by a torrential downpour.
There was another family nearby; the deceased was the same age as Chen Xuan, and the whole family, including elders and children, were grieving.
In contrast, only a pair of young children were at Chen Xuan's grave.
Having cried so much these past few days, I can't shed a single tear right now.
Chen Jingshu held up a black umbrella, showing neither sorrow nor joy, seemingly accepting the fate of losing both parents at a young age.
Lin Yujing stood a step behind him, her tears falling silently to the ground.
The phone in my hand vibrated twice, and an unsigned text message arrived: "[Is everything going well?]"
"Don't worry." Lin Yujing looked at his profile, her heart as heavy as the torrential rain.
But I silently prayed: From now on, my boy will have sunny days.
Chen Jingshu put down the flowers in his arms, gently stroked Chen Xuan's smiling face on the tombstone one last time, and then turned back to look at her.
His eyes were filled with weariness, but seeing that she was still there, he seemed to suddenly feel at ease again.
"Jingjing." Chen Jingshu's eyes reddened, his voice choked with sobs and a hint of pleading. He took her hand and stroked it, saying, "You're all I have now."
A note from the author:
Where is my love?
Singer: Jingjing
[Unwilling to accept it][Unwilling to accept it!][Intoxicated][Heartbroken][Holding the microphone][=Unwilling to let go, letting fate waste its time; preferring to accept that sometimes people love the wrong person. At least for a moment, it was me embracing you...]
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The young couple is breaking up tomorrow [Mom is crying]. I'm afraid it will be too heartbreaking, so their reunion will be in the next chapter!
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