Chapter 58. Chapter 58. Slowly eroding his already fragile sanity...
Jiang Muzhou froze on the spot.
A blush spread from her neck to the tips of her ears, like the crimson clouds dyed by the setting sun.
The skin around his Adam's apple was extremely sensitive, and as it was gently touched by her soft lips, it moved up and down with restraint.
A tingling, itchy sensation exploded in my heart, spreading throughout my body via my limbs and bones.
With a "thud," the cat litter scoop slipped and fell to the ground.
Her slender fingertips traced a path up his lower back, as if carrying a fine electric current, sending shivers of pleasure through him.
"Stop fooling around." His voice was a few decibels lower and hoarseer than usual as he gently encircled her restless wrist.
The man, seemingly amused by the intoxication, not only showed no intention of stopping the kiss but instead intensified his gentle sucking on his Adam's apple.
The soft, wet touch startled him.
A scalding heat instantly swept through my body, like a wildfire that had been ignited and surged wildly through my veins.
The citrus aroma mixed with the scent of wine lingered at his nose, like a carefully crafted aphrodisiac, slowly eroding his already fragile sanity.
His Adam's apple bobbed laboriously, as if even swallowing had become extremely difficult.
Jiang Muzhou took a deep breath, trying to suppress the surging heat within his body.
He took a half step back, applied a little force with his hand, and pinned her against the wall behind him.
“Su Cheng.” His voice was low and restrained. “I told you, this is dangerous.”
As if she had finally understood the warning, she obediently leaned against the wall and stopped moving.
Her usually charming eyes were now slightly dreamy. She tilted her head, her cheeks flushed and radiant, and her warm breath brushed against his neck.
Her moistened skin felt like it had been branded with a hot iron, burning and burning.
He looked down at her, and all he could see were her slightly parted red lips.
Her full, glossy lips, so close, threw me into a state of utter disarray.
The air seemed to freeze, leaving only the sound of their intermittent breathing.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
His fists, hanging by his sides, were clenched tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging like chains that imprison desire, twisting and constricting his veins all the way up to the source of his trembling heartbeat.
When he opened his eyes again, he had forcibly suppressed the surging emotions in them, leaving only a deep and unfathomable tenderness.
He straightened her swaying body, carefully bent down, and then, with the lightest and most precious touch, placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
It contains all the unspoken words, yet it is more devout than any fervent demand.
Instantly separate.
He straightened up and carefully helped her to lie down on the bed.
Having learned from her previous experience of getting drunk after eating a salmon and avocado sandwich, he made sure to keep hangover remedies at home.
However, judging from her current state, he figured she probably couldn't even swallow the medicine, so he took a hot towel and carefully wiped her face.
Her eyelashes were dark and thick, like raven feathers, trembling gently with her breath, casting a small shadow on her face.
Jiang Muzhou tucked her in with a thin blanket, took two fresh tomatoes from his refrigerator, carefully washed and peeled them, and squeezed out a glass of bright red tomato juice.
When he returned to Su Cheng's house, he noticed a brown cardboard box lying askew on the doormat.
He vaguely remembered seeing two unfamiliar figures in the elevator that morning, but he was too sleepy to pay much attention at the time.
Looking back now... could it have been her parents?
He scratched his head, a wave of frustration washing over him.
If I had taken the initiative to say hello back then, at least I could have left a good impression, instead of just passing by without making a dent in anyone's presence.
He sighed, placed the cardboard box on the bay window, and put the freshly squeezed tomato juice in the most convenient spot on the bedside table, so that when she woke up, the cool juice would quench her thirst and perhaps relieve some of the hangover headache.
He reached out and brushed the hair that was stuck to her cheek, and couldn't help but take a second look.
The girl's cheeks were flushed, even more vibrant than the tomato juice in the glass.
Just now, she was so drunk that she was out of her mind, while he, who hadn't touched a drop of alcohol, was even more confused and infatuated than if he had been drinking.
Looking back now, returning a kiss was indeed a breach of propriety on his part, taking advantage of someone's vulnerability.
Fans always call her "human catnip," and even the most arrogant stray cats in the rescue center will roll over to face her when they see her.
But only he knew that this attraction wasn't just effective on cats.
Even people can get addicted.
Knowing it was wrong, I still couldn't help but lower my head and get close to her sleeping face.
Gradually, only the outline of a person remained in the dark pupils.
Her reflection grew clearer and clearer, gradually becoming larger...
A muffled thud broke the silence of the bedroom.
Jiang Muzhou suddenly sat up straight and subconsciously looked at the person on the bed.
Fortunately, she slept soundly, was not woken up, and did not notice his approach.
He touched his reddened earlobe and looked back at the sound.
The Decepticon was comfortably lying where the cardboard box used to be, its long, thin, black and brown tail swaying smugly.
The kraft paper box was overturned on the ground, and the brown leather-bound photo album inside fell out, its pages facing upwards and lying open on the floor.
He bent down to pick up the photo album, but his eyes were drawn to the yellowed photos.
The rusty podium, the cracked and peeling plastic track, the classroom windows decorated with paper-cut window decorations... every frame is a memory of Linhai No. 1 Middle School.
My fingertips traced the edge of the photo album.
The urge to flip through the pages suddenly became very strong.
Those seemingly overlapping years, which he had never participated in, were like unopened letters, tempting him to peek into them.
He even secretly hoped that he would unexpectedly find his own figure in some inconspicuous corner of the photo.
Perhaps half their faces were cropped out, or perhaps they were just a blurry shadow at the edge of the lens, but at least in those images, their timelines overlapped.
Ultimately, a sense of morality prevailed over curiosity.
He gently closed the photo album and put it back into the cardboard box.
He carefully pushed the cardboard box to the far end of the bay window, making sure it wouldn't be knocked down by the Decepticons again.
He turned around and saw a slender, white arm that had somehow slipped out from under the covers and was hanging precariously by the bedside.
He smiled and gently rubbed her cold wrist with his fingertips.
Just as he was about to tuck it back under the covers, she suddenly grabbed it by the hand.
With her eyes closed, she mumbled indistinctly, "I have to pay a fine..."
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Since that dream where Jiang Muzhou called her "Miss Thief," Su Cheng hadn't seen him appear in her dreams for quite some time.
This dream came without warning, and I can't even remember how it started.
Strangely, the alluring and bewitching snow-white fox demon from my dream has transformed into a self-disciplined and proper scholar, allowing her to take the lead and do as she pleases.
Thinking she could retaliate in kind, she ignored his warnings and flirted with him wantonly.
When her lips touched his Adam's apple, she first felt the cool touch of his skin, then the bulge that rolled as he swallowed.
As if possessed, she took a light sip, just like sucking on snail meat.
In that instant, the muscles in his neck tensed up, and his whole body trembled slightly...
So sensitive.
Su Cheng turned over, her throat parched.
In a daze, my right hand reached for the bedside table.
She struggled to sit up, grabbed the glass, and poured the liquid into her mouth.
The sweet and refreshing tomato flavor instantly fills your mouth.
etc……
Why is there tomato juice on my bedside table?
And... how did she end up in bed?
The Decepticon's rhythmic snoring came from his heels.
The familiar cat, the familiar room—this truly is my home.
The night outside the window was as dark as ink.
Fragmented memories began to gradually return.
When I met Zhang Xiwen at the milk tea shop in the afternoon, she suddenly brought up the past, saying, "Everyone in Linzhong knows that I pursued him for three years, but I've never seen him care about anyone like this."
"Looking back now, I was so foolish when I was young, always trying to win someone over. If I had used that energy to study, I might have gotten into a top university like you." Zhang Xiwen dangled the dazzling square diamond on her ring finger and added casually, "Don't worry, I lost interest in him a long time ago. We're getting married next month."
"Congratulations." Su Cheng's head was a little dizzy. "So you came to see me today because...?"
“I’d like to talk to you about signing a contract.” Zhang Xiwen put down her straw. “Speaking of which, many of our old classmates are now working in social media. I approached Jiang Muzhou about a collaboration before, but he flatly refused. Later I found out he started his own company.”
She leaned forward slightly, "I noticed your profile doesn't list any MCNs. Would you like to consider joining us? Our benefits are quite competitive in the industry..."
The details of the conversation that followed are unclear, but Su Cheng only remembers that she ultimately declined the offer.
She raised her hand to touch her still burning cheeks and immediately realized that the milk tea must be the culprit.
Since the "sauce-flavored latte" became popular, many alcoholic beverages have suddenly appeared on the market, so much so that she has to carefully distinguish between them before ordering.
Seeing that she was quite drunk, Zhang Xiwen contacted Jiang Muzhou to take her home.
Thinking that he should have been at home catching up on sleep, but instead made a special trip for her in the afternoon, Su Cheng felt a little guilty.
Su Cheng took her phone out of her bag; the screen showed it was almost 1 a.m.
At this time, he should have finished filming and gone to bed early.
Perhaps it was because of his surroundings that he was influenced by his surroundings, but even the Tyrant Tiger started to develop the habit of eating late-night snacks, just like Yuanbao.
As the night deepened and the dew grew heavy, all that could be heard was it happily munching away at its cat bowl.
Hearing the long, drawn-out protests from her stomach, Su Cheng realized that she hadn't eaten anything except breakfast.
Feeling dizzy and too lazy to cook, she decided to just order takeout.
As soon as I unlocked the screen, I saw several unread messages lying quietly in the notification bar.
[ease: [Transfer] Please receive payment]
[ease: There's some cooked porridge in the thermos.]
She paused for a moment, then opened the chat window to find a transfer of 1,000 yuan.
The remarks section only contained two simple words: fine.
A bizarre dream suddenly flashed through my mind.
After a moment's hesitation, she sent a question mark.
The other party replied almost immediately.
[ease: I've crossed the line.]
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