Chapter 80 Kiss Marks "Isn't that incest?"
Meng Cenjun opened her eyes and saw Lan Jia's face so close to hers.
He was still asleep, but his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was very uncomfortable.
He gazed at her silently, thinking back to yesterday; things hadn't actually gone particularly smoothly for the two of them.
The significant size difference caused her pain, but he was afraid that he would never have such an opportunity again, so he eventually coaxed and lured her to do it.
He had rarely lost control like this, completely losing his reason and morality. Even hearing her cries didn't soften his heart enough to make him stop immediately. At that moment, he selfishly thought that if he exhausted all her energy in this, would Lan Jia stop thinking about running away all the time?
Since she wanted to leave, he would make sure she didn't have the strength to walk out the door.
But now that I'm sober, recalling last night, I'm immediately overwhelmed by guilt and helplessness.
He did such a beastly thing, ruining her chance to have a perfect first experience.
Lanca might hate him even more because of this.
Meng Cenjun kissed her shoulder lightly, got up, went to the window, picked up the bathrobe from the sofa, and put it on.
Lan Jia squinted, only able to vaguely see his back. When her vision suddenly returned, everything seemed to be filtered, and she couldn't see anything clearly.
Meng Cenjun finished dressing and turned around. She quickly closed her eyes again, only to hear him walk out of the bedroom.
Lan Jia tried to sit up, but found that she couldn't. Her back ached, her legs were weak, and she had no strength at all.
She can still vividly recall the excruciating pain of being stretched to the limit, which repeatedly reminds her how dangerous Meng Cenjun's uncontrollable state was. However, she does not regret her impulsiveness yesterday; she only feels frustrated that she still wavered at that moment.
This cannot continue.
She made up her mind.
Lan Jia lay there for a while, but unexpectedly Meng Cenjun came back.
Upon realizing he had gotten into bed, Lan Jia immediately tensed up. She couldn't guarantee that she could pretend to be asleep without being discovered, but she didn't know how to face him after waking up.
Just as she was struggling with this, a hand reached under the covers, grasped her calf, and bent it up.
Even though the movement was very gentle, Lan Jia was still so sensitive that she opened her eyes instantly.
Seeing her reluctantly pull her legs back, Meng Cenjun looked somewhat disheartened: "You're awake?"
"do what?"
"Apply the medicine; you hurt yourself last night."
Lan Jia awkwardly declined, "I'm fine, no need."
But he insisted: "Don't hold back, at least check it out."
"don't want."
Strangely, even though she had done far more than that, she now didn't want him to touch her.
There should be no more intimate physical contact, and I shouldn't let myself become addicted to him anymore.
She was afraid she wouldn't be able to leave.
Meng Cenjun felt that she was still angry.
Or perhaps she disliked him even more.
After a long silence, a very soft voice finally rang out in the room: "I'm sorry."
I apologize for what I did yesterday.
Lan Jia turned her head to one side, feeling a tightness in her chest: "Actually, nothing will change."
"It was just an experience that followed my own wishes, and I was prepared to accept any outcome."
"You don't need to take it too seriously."
Her nonchalant attitude stung him like a needle, but Meng Cenjun still insisted on asking, "Won't anything change?"
"It won't change our relationship."
It won't make them closer.
It won't change her decision.
He stared intently at her: "So, what do you think our relationship is right now?"
Lan Jia said in a hoarse voice, "I don't know."
She didn't want him to be her lover, but after what they did, they might not even be able to remain siblings anymore.
This made him wonder if she had already figured out how to sever the last ties between them before making her decision yesterday.
Meng Cenjun seemed unable to bear it any longer. She left with the words, "You should rest well," got out of bed, and left.
Lan Jia lay in bed for a long time before she finally had the strength to sit up. She carefully examined the injury and found that it wasn't as serious as she had thought.
I wanted to apply some medicine, but my body felt sticky, so I decided to take a shower first.
Unable to go downstairs, lunch was brought to the room by Zhou's mother.
Lan Jia didn't want anyone to know that she could see, so she pretended to be as usual and obediently let Zhou Ma feed her.
The food tastes a little different today, but it's familiar.
Even though Lan Jia already knew the answer in her heart, she still casually asked, "Did they change the chef?"
Aunt Zhou said it was a last-minute hire.
In fact, she was also secretly considering that since she couldn't see, no matter who it was, she wouldn't be able to tell.
"Miss, please eat more. You're so thin."
Hearing Zhou Ma's kind words of advice, Lan Jia silently swallowed and ate another half bowl of rice.
After clearing away the dishes, Zhou Ma carried the tray downstairs.
In the dining room, Meng Cenjun had just finished his work and was sitting there eating his meal.
His and Lan Jia's tastes have always been different, so they were prepared separately.
Seeing Zhou Ma come over, he asked, "How is she?"
"I'm not feeling well, but my appetite is still good. I've eaten a variety of dishes."
Meng Cenjun felt slightly relieved after hearing this.
He didn't want Zhou Ma to mention that he was the one who cooked, because he was afraid that she would refuse to eat if she found out.
Lan Jia has always been like this since she was a child. Whenever she argues with him, she threatens to go on a hunger strike because she is certain that he will soften his heart. She has this weakness in her grasp, so she uses this trick again and again without restraint to force him to compromise.
But what she didn't know was that even if she hadn't done these things, he would have eventually willingly yielded to her wishes.
Aside from the fact that she wanted to escape from him.
After dinner, Lan Jia stayed in her room. She knew Meng Cenjun would be home today, but because the two of them had a bad argument, she wasn't worried about him coming over for the time being.
She pulled out her long-unused phone from the drawer, charged it, and turned it on, immediately feeling as if she had stepped into another world.
It turns out that almost three months have passed since she fell and lost her sight.
Summer has passed, autumn is almost over, and winter solstice is just around the corner.
Lan Jia flipped through the list; there was a whole bunch of calls and messages waiting to be processed.
During the time she disappeared from the public eye, the messages Qiao Zimu sent her every day could be stacked into a tall building.
Her maternal grandmother, Aunt Ming, and even Qiao Zimu's sister Qiao Qinghuai were all trying to get in touch with her.
However, she was not in good physical or mental condition at that time and had no time to reply to these messages.
Looking further, there were some messages from the crew's group chat. The movie had successfully wrapped up filming, and several close colleagues sent over some photos. The female lead, Chen Xiaojing, wore the red dress she made herself at the end, and everyone was disappointed that she wasn't on set.
I asked her about her recent situation, whether she was feeling better after being sick, but she didn't reply to any of my messages and gradually stopped sending them.
What surprised her most was that Xu Xinwen, who was always known for his strictness, also sent her many messages.
She reassured her that she and her daughter had been discharged from the hospital safely, and attached several photos of the baby in swaddling clothes. The adorable little baby was sucking on a soothing mouthpiece and sleeping soundly.
Lan Jia clicked on each picture and looked at them one by one, and smiled, her eyes getting a little sore.
She was very tactful, only sending a few greetings every now and then. The last message was from half a month ago, and her tone was very worried.
"Xiao Yi, I heard from the crew that you were sick and haven't had a chance to visit you. I wonder if you've recovered now? If you need any help, please feel free to contact me."
Lan Jia never expected that her casual act of helping out would be rewarded with such genuine kindness. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and was about to reply that she was all better, but after typing a few words, her vision started to blur and become dizzy again.
She can't see clearly again.
Lan Jia rubbed her eyes hard a few times, but it was no use.
She put down her phone, feeling somewhat deflated.
She can't stay here any longer. If she doesn't resume her normal social life and routine soon, she'll really go crazy.
But how could she escape from Meng Cenjun's sight?
Lan Jia leaned back in pain and collapsed onto the bed.
A short while later, a knocking sound was heard at the door.
She thought it was Meng Cenjun, and her heart skipped a beat. She didn't know how to react, but when she heard it was Zhou Ma's voice, she breathed a sigh of relief.
When Zhou Ma heard that she wasn't feeling well, she came over to give her a bath.
As soon as Lan Jia's legs touched the ground, she was so weak that she could hardly stand and had to be helped to the bathroom.
The hot water was ready. Zhou Ma tied up her loose hair and then noticed a light pink hickey on the back of her neck.
She smiled. Having been through this before, she knew as soon as she entered the room that something must have happened between the two of them last night.
Zhou Ma asked Lan Jia to lift her hand so she could take off her skirt, but she didn't say anything for a long time.
What you just saw is only the tip of the iceberg; the real traces are where clothes can't be seen.
The collarbone, the area in front of the breasts, the base of the pubic hair, and the dense, light red discoloration are severely affected areas. The discoloration is even more pronounced on the waist and abdomen. Large patches of red marks and finger marks stand out starkly against the fair skin. Just one glance is enough to make one think of how forcefully the skin was pinched and gripped at the time.
Lan Jia has thin skin and some sensory integration dysfunction, so she often gets bumps and bruises. They start as bluish-red marks, which gradually turn purplish-red and look more frightening than they do now, but they don't actually hurt much.
She knew that Zhou's mother was frightened. She wanted to explain that it wasn't that serious, but then felt it wasn't really necessary, so she kept quiet.
Soaking in hot water makes my muscles and bones feel relaxed.
She remained silent, so Zhou Ma had no choice but to silently bathe her.
But she's always been a chatterbox, and after holding back for a while, she finally couldn't help but say, "How about we find a doctor to take a look? A female doctor, please."
He muttered again, "They're still young. No matter how good their relationship is, they can't keep going like this. She's still sick. They should at least restrain themselves a little..."
Are they on good terms?
Lan Jia smiled.
Is it fair to say that she and Meng Cenjun have a good relationship, given their tense standoff?
Getting excited, she asked Aunt Zhou, "What do you think our relationship is?"
Zhou Ma was only hired to do the work, so naturally she knew nothing about her employer's personal information.
She thought for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Are you getting married soon?"
Meng Cenjun didn't allow them to call Lan Jia "wife," especially since she looked so young; the two were definitely not husband and wife yet. But after working here for so long, seeing how naturally the two of them interacted, it was as if they had lived together for many years.
So she naturally filled in the blanks and came up with the complete story.
Lan Jia gave a short laugh.
I can roughly guess what she's thinking.
Then she stopped smiling and gave Zhou Ma a shocking answer in an extremely calm tone.
Actually, we are siblings.
"Besides, I didn't stay here voluntarily; he trapped me here so I couldn't leave."
With a splash, the wet towel fell into the bathtub.
Aunt Zhou murmured in astonishment, "Isn't that incestuous..."
Author's Note: I'm late, I'm late! *bows* [please]
Lan Jia didn't know that the more she denied her love for him, the less her brother wanted to let go.
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