Chapter 11 Kiss "Who taught you all this?"
Meng Cenjun returned to her room and looked around, but there was no trace of the pendant. Then, a thought suddenly occurred to her.
Without anyone noticing, she tricked me. I don't know where she started learning to be so wicked.
Meng Cenjun was quite tolerant of her minor protest. He had ignored her for quite some time before, so it wasn't unreasonable for him to take the initiative to see her now, since he didn't really intend to have a cold war with her. Although he was still bothered by her behavior at noon.
Children tend to fall in love with everything they see, and once they find a toy they like even more, they forget about the previous ones. He could tolerate her coldness and indifference, but he wouldn't allow himself to be included in that category.
In Meng Cenjun's eyes, he should be the one who buys her toys, not a beautiful doll displayed in a shop window for her to choose from. If he doesn't feel uniqueness with her, he will try to remind and warn her.
He walked out of the room, feeling helpless. Sometimes even he couldn't tell whether his relationship with Lan Jia was a game of wolf catching rabbit, or rabbit teasing wolf.
He looked up and saw the rabbit he had been chasing for so long, which had boldly entered the room and provoked him.
Lan Jia sat imposingly on the sofa in the guest room. When she saw him, she raised her chin arrogantly with a cold face.
Dark green sofa, white nightgown.
Hmm, a fluffy white rabbit, puffed up with puffs.
Meng Cenjun walked over without looking to either side and sat down opposite her. Across a round, charcoal-gray coffee table, they gazed at each other from afar, their eyes meeting in a fleeting, intense silence.
For a moment, neither of them spoke, and they remained locked in a stalemate.
His eyes were like the flickering light of a candle, captivating and mesmerizing. The longer he looked, the more Lan Jia's heart pounded.
But she still remembered Zhou Qin's advice: the initiative should be firmly in her own hands.
Without waiting any longer, Lan Jia launched the first attack: "I'm very unhappy today."
"Because of you."
Meng Cenjun crossed her legs and said casually, "Oh? Tell me about it."
"If you have any complaints, you can communicate with me directly. Don't make things difficult for others."
"You think I'm going too far and want to stand up for him?"
Lan Jia gripped the cufflink tightly, her palm cold and hard, reminding herself to stay calm.
"He didn't do anything wrong. All the decisions were my own stubbornness. It's unfair to blame others!"
She was furious. She was angry at his arrogance, his cunning, and how he had promised her there would be no conflict, yet he turned around and used his authoritarian methods on others, taking advantage of her guilt towards her friends to force her to compromise and submit.
How could there be someone in this world who suppresses her in every way? Meng Cenjun is simply her nemesis!
As it turned out, she had never been wrong about his unreasonable behavior. Meng Cenjun's face darkened, his eyes fixed on her, and his tone was icy: "With me, there is no fairness, only right and wrong."
"You want fairness, you want to protect others, fine, wait until you're my age before you talk to me about fairness and terms."
"You...you, how could you have become like this?" Lan Jia was shocked by his coldness.
Meng Cenjun sneered, "I've always been this way."
He stood up and gave the order: "Discussion over, get out."
Lan Jia's eyes reddened, and she exclaimed in anger, "No!"
Meng Cenjun glanced at her: "Then you can just stay here."
He walked towards the bathroom without looking back, and at the end, he said, "When I come out, I don't want to see you still there."
Lan Jia glared at his retreating figure with eyes wide with rage, panting heavily.
Meng Cenjun closed the bathroom door, shutting out the resentment that followed her.
Calming down, he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. Yi Lanjia always so easily drove him to lose control of his emotions and act erratically. He had always thought anger was the epitome of weakness, but now, unable to control himself, he felt as if his heart was boiling and his insides were burning. Today, she could relentlessly accuse him for Qiao Zimu without even knowing the truth; what about in the future? Would she also discard him like trash for another outsider?
In a secluded place, countless slender spiders crawled and stirred within his body, arousing the most primal feelings of jealousy. He began to resent Lan Jia's stubbornness and bias, but at the same time, he feared that she wouldn't understand his insincerity and would truly leave him.
The showerhead fell, and the cold rain poured down, but it couldn't extinguish the burning anger in my heart.
Meng Cenjun grabbed a bath towel and wrapped it around himself. He hurried to the guest room, then adopted a nonchalant attitude, glancing at the sofa. He noticed that Lan Jia was no longer in her usual spot. He scoffed inwardly, his resentment growing, as if he hadn't driven her away, but rather she had abandoned him first.
The silent battle has begun again; let's see who can outlast whom.
In an instant, Meng Cenjun's heart pounded, and his whole body trembled. He rushed into the room and saw a white figure curled up on the bed. A dizzying sensation of unfocused vision washed over him, almost causing him to collapse.
He steadied himself and stumbled to her side, his voice hoarse: "Lan Jia... Lan Jia?"
He gently touched her back, and she turned over, looking at him with clear eyes.
"Yi Lanjia!"
She lied to him.
How could she lie to him about something like that?
Meng Cenjun's face suddenly darkened. He grabbed her arm and pulled her up, saying, "Go! Go now!"
Lan Jia cried out in pain and struggled violently.
"I'm not leaving! Why should you give me whatever you say? Who do you think you are?"
Meng Cenjun ignored her, gripping her arm tightly like an iron clamp, determined to pull her away.
The disparity in size was so great that Lan Jia was thrown into the air, like a tree uprooted. She had no strength, only rage, and instantly became like a lamb to the slaughter, struggling and howling desperately, fighting to the death. In the struggle, Lan Jia kicked wildly, tears streaming down her face, screaming and cursing, "Meng Cenjun, you bastard! You son of a bitch! If you touch me again, I'll fight you to the death!"
"You bastard! Who taught you all this?" Meng Cenjun roared at her in a fit of rage.
Lan Jia was stunned, incredulous. "You insulted me? You actually insulted me?" From childhood to adulthood, no matter how much they bickered, he had never uttered a single insult to her. Hearing it now felt like a thousand arrows piercing her heart, causing Lan Jia's blood to rush to her head and tears to stream down her face.
She went even crazier, kicking and thrashing about like a mad beast at its wit's end. She bit down hard on Meng Cenjun's hand, making him gasp and lose his strength to let go.
However, the angry woman had lost her mind. With the shackles on her body removed, her desire for revenge grew wildly. She didn't know where the strength came from, but she gritted her teeth and suddenly pounced on Meng Cenjun. Thinking of the past, she hated his arrogance and his cold-heartedness. So, she was even more determined to break his proud bones and make him crawl on the ground and beg for mercy!
Lan Jia used all her strength to suppress him, supporting herself on his chest, and boldly straddled his waist and abdomen, like a slave who had been oppressed for too long, rebelling against the heavens.
Although she had successfully gained the high ground, Lan Jia was only focused on retaliating against the insult she had just hurled. Like a wild, unruly animal, she straddled him, kicking and punching him relentlessly, her fists pounding like hailstones. Tears streamed down Lan Jia's face as she repeatedly cursed him, "Bastard! How could you do this to me? I hate you! I hate you!"
"Meng Cenjun, apologize! You must apologize to me!"
"Are you crazy?" Meng Cenjun quickly restrained her, twisted her arms behind her back, and pinned her down.
"You're going crazy over some stranger?"
These two sentences pierced her heart again, causing her pain and making her want to vomit. Lan Jia burst into tears, cursing incoherently, "I'm crazy! You've driven me crazy! Meng Cenjun, from now on, just leave me to fend for myself. Anyway, you've never cared about my feelings or me. Now, you're finally free, aren't you? You've easily gotten rid of a huge problem, a burden."
She cried for a while, then laughed, a particularly tragic laugh. The two were inches apart, her eyes red, and she said fiercely, "If you drive me to my death one day, you can expect to be alone for the rest of your life."
Meng Cenjun stared at her silently for a long time, his eyes dark and unusually calm. Lan Jia suddenly fell silent.
After a long while, he finally let go of her hand, slowly stood up, pointed to the door, and said expressionlessly, "Yi Lanjia, I can't control you anymore. Get out now."
Lan Jia was speechless, unable to cry, and could only swallow her breath.
Seeing that she didn't move, Meng Cenjun emphasized her words and repeated them one by one: "I, tell, you, to, get out."
Lan Jia's ears rang, and she could hear nothing more. In her blurring vision, all she could see was the movement of his lips. He told her to get out, he told her to get out! Indeed, only the closest family members in the world truly understand how painful it is to stab each other with a knife.
She was in pain; every part of her body ached.
She wanted to make him feel that pain too.
Meng Cenjun's expression grew even colder. He opened his mouth, and Lan Jia wondered: What vicious words would he use to hurt her this time? She simply didn't have the courage to listen to him say another word.
But what can she say to get him to listen? He doesn't want her anymore.
Lan Jiaguang thought about it and was about to burst into tears again. She held back her tears, glared at him with gritted teeth, and suddenly sat up.
To Meng Cenjun's astonishment, she pounced on him like a rampaging wild beast.
The two men's foreheads collided with a dull thud.
Their lips touched, and she bit them haphazardly.
If we shut him up, he won't be able to say anything hurtful, right?
If she bites his lips, does he feel the same pain as she does?
She held him tightly around the neck, preventing him from breaking free, even though Meng Cenjun was so shocked that he forgot to struggle.
He seemed completely stunned. Lan Jia felt a surge of hatred and bit his lip even harder until both of their mouths were filled with the sweet, metallic taste of blood.
She wanted him to remember this feeling.
But why is he still not responding?
Shouldn't he angrily push her away and yell at her to get out? After all, she had violated and desecrated him, the one who was high and mighty.
She suddenly dared not let go of him; she was afraid to see the resentful look on his face.
In a moment of blindness, everything was ruined.
Or maybe we shouldn't stop?
His lips seemed quite soft, unlike his hard temper. Lan Jia unconsciously drifted off into thought, forgetting that she had come to get revenge on him and to disgust him.
What does kissing feel like?
Lan Jia had never experienced this before.
Why don't you give it a try?
She stopped biting him and slowly, gently licked his wound. Then, she carefully moved her lips around his lips, and then, more boldly, explored his more intimate parts. Seeing that he did not resist, she explored freely as if she had entered a treasure trove.
So soft, so warm, like being enveloped by the tide. She was immersed in it, forgetting the time, the reason, and that the two of them had just become enemies.
After an unknown amount of time, Meng Cenjun moved. He turned his head away in refusal, then used his fingers to clamp her chin, forcing her to look at him.
Lan Jia looked into his dark, deep eyes.
Seeing his stern expression as he scrutinized her, she questioned him:
"Who taught you all this?"
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