Chapter 129: Sea Breeze
In the narrow space, the colors of spring spread and grew. A soft, light, and delicate spring rain fell, the drizzling raindrops drifting down, landing in the puddles on the roadside, creating small ripples, like the calm waves after a storm, comfortable and leisurely.
Xia Qian Ge threw the wet, blood-stained tissue into the trash can. She looked down at the blood-red rose that had bloomed on the white sheet, exuding a faint, dark fragrance in the quiet of the night.
She curled her lips, the corners of her eyes upturned in a charming arc. Although her dry throat could only let out a hoarse whimper, she still smiled, a wild and unrestrained smile. Her lips had long been bitten white. At this moment, she was as weak as a blade of grass that had fallen on the roadside after a storm, only her fragile roots sustaining her insignificant life.
The depths of her still ached faintly, bleeding and weeping. After the storm, a cruel, muddy, and ruined mess was left behind. She had become a little crazy and obsessive. In the end, she couldn’t even distinguish between love and lust. Sometimes, love drove desire, and sometimes, desire controlled love. She couldn’t tell the difference, as if she had lost her way in a storm, and could only numbly follow the wind and rain.
Her dark hair covered her naked body. Pain or pleasure, she had no regrets. Even if the hourglass were to be turned back countless times, she would still make the same choice, feel the same pain, and express the same love.
She leaned down and looked at the soundly sleeping boy. At the peak of her climax, the boy’s suppressed, deep, and magnetic gasps gave her a sense of excitement, as if they had reached the summit together.
Xia Qian Ge reached out with her slender fingers and slowly pressed them against the boy’s cheek. She stared at his serene and handsome sleeping face, unable to look away. The boy had already developed a mature appearance, and the occasional melancholy that flickered in his eyes showed that his youthful innocence was gradually fading.
She placed her palm on the boy’s chest, her pale and cold fingertips pointing at his heart. She was writing, her movements small and slow, as if with blood as ink and soul as a guide, she wrote her own name and surname.
Xia… Qian Ge.
If she could, she wanted to engrave such a name on his heart, to merge it with his flesh and blood, so that every beat of his pulse would remember her name, sending warm blood to his limbs, all with her shadow.
The warm touch of her fingertips made her feel both satisfied and happy, as if her heart had been filled with a sweet irrigation.
So good, so good. She sat in the darkness and thought to herself, like a child who liked to write her name on her beloved objects.
The air conditioner was whirring, and the room was no longer as hot and unbearable as before. The coldness of the deep night secretly slipped into the room through the window. She suddenly felt a little cold.
Xia Qian Ge put the blanket on the boy, and then slipped in naked. She felt the boy’s even and slow breathing, and gently pressed her ear against his chest. She could clearly hear his warm heartbeat.
He was still that reserved and gentle boy. What kind of expression would he show if he woke up and saw this lewd and debauched wreck? Would he be happy? Or angry? He would probably break down, staring at her like a piece of trash in a dark corner, and even feel that having an intimate physical relationship with her was a disgusting and nauseating thing. After all, the person he liked was that Xia Qian Ge, the frail, pitiful, and kind girl.
She suddenly felt a little sad, feeling like a despicable and cunning thief, who could only do shameful things in the dark, not even caring about her own chastity, just giving it away so casually. What was the difference between her and a lewd and dirty bitch?
Such a her, seemed unworthy of the boy.
A sour feeling suddenly welled up in her heart. She tilted her head back and swallowed her tears, but the endless sadness still seeped from the depths of her soul throughout her body. She couldn’t avoid it. She had been hiding in the shadows for too long. She had made this mistake of self-doubt and cowardice again, so contradictory that she herself felt disgusted.
She really wanted to, in front of the boy, confess those dark, despicable, and unspeakable feelings of love. But how dirty and ugly would such a her be? She was afraid of scaring the boy away. She just wanted to be beautiful in front of him, not wanting to have any ugly appearance at all.
She had no relatives. If she died one day, her unattended grave would probably be overgrown with weeds. But she was quite fond of beauty. A grave overgrown with weeds would be so ugly. It would be better to have her ashes put in a box and scattered in the moist sea breeze.
Even if her flesh and blood were turned to ashes, she thought, they would still form the outline of her love for him in the wind. She couldn’t help but think, roughly sketching out such a scene in her mind, and then feeling that it was too absurd, and couldn’t help but laugh at herself.
Xia Qian Ge’s clear black and white eyes shone with a warm yellow light in front of the dim light, filled with the boy’s image. She could look at it countless times and never get tired of it.
No one had ever told her that her eyes were as beautiful as a sea, the moist sea breeze blowing on the blue surface, the surging sea surface carrying a somewhat cruel love, wrapping the boy in her eyes, rushing towards a high cliff, crashing against the hard sea rocks, and then stopping abruptly. The salty seawater seeped into the holes left over the years, which was her enduring love.
Fierce, sincere, and intense.
She left a moist kiss on the boy’s forehead, as gentle as a morning breeze brushing against his cheek. She lay on the boy’s chest and hugged him tightly, slowly closing her eyes, as peaceful as a child who would only fall asleep when hugging a doll, her serene sleeping face with an innocent meaning.
I love you.
Good night.
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Su Yu was woken up by the cold and damp river wind in the morning. When he opened his eyes, the sun was just right outside the window. The faint morning light shone through the thin gauze curtains, casting a hazy light. The air was filled with a fresh scent, and the sunlight was cool. He subconsciously shrunk his neck and realized that he was only wearing a thin set of autumn clothes. His coat and pants were folded and placed at the foot of the bed, and his phone was also on top.
His memory last stopped at the clean white ceramic wall of the bathroom, just like his now blank mind, and… a dream. The main color of the dream was a beautiful spring scene. He had… the girl.
He actually didn’t have any of the bad reactions caused by a hangover. Instead, he had slept very soundly. Except for that dream, he reached out and touched, and there were still some traces of dried liquid on his underwear. His earlobes were a little red, as if he found it hard to accept that such a thing had happened, even if it was just in a dream.
Su Yu got dressed and stood up to close the open window. A cold river wind made him shiver. He had just pushed open the door and gone out when he saw Xia Qian Ge, who had just come in and was changing her shoes at the entrance. The two of them looked at each other.
Their gazes met in the cold and damp morning air. Su Yu was the first to look away, trying his best to suppress the sudden physiological reaction. The blush on his earlobes faded. The clothes the other party was wearing were exactly the same as in his dream last night. Even the soul-stirring moan she had made under him still echoed in his ears.
“Good morning.”
Xia Qian Ge smiled at Su Yu. He didn’t know if it was because she was not used to not wearing makeup, but he felt that the girl’s face was sickly pale, and the sickness in her eyes seemed to be even heavier.
“Good morning. Um… where’s Chu Feng?” Su Yu touched his neck and stammered, looking as if he hadn’t woken up yet.
“He? He went to buy breakfast. An Zhi and the others are not awake yet.”
“Huh? He went to buy breakfast?” Su Yu was stunned. He looked at Xia Qian Ge’s empty hands. “Then you…”
“You threw up all over the bed yesterday. I saw it was a disposable one, so I just threw away the sheet you slept on. The one now is a new one. And the air conditioner was on all night, so I opened the window to air it out. I didn’t expect… to wake you up. I’m sorry.”
“This… is that so? It’s nothing.”
Su Yu nodded and sat on the sofa, a little numb. Perhaps his alcohol-numbed nerves had not yet fully tensed up, and he didn’t know what to say at all.
Xia Qian Ge changed her shoes and walked over to sit next to him. She stared at the boy’s gentle profile, stunned for a moment, as if she were recalling something. A turbulent wave of emotion instantly rose in her heart. Last night…
She suppressed her rapid breathing, her face calm. Then she looked sideways at the phone screen in Su Yu’s palm. She pointed to the two unread messages, a playful curve on her lips, with a hint of a victor. “I saw these two messages yesterday, but you were asleep, so I couldn’t reply for you.”
“Yeah, it’s okay.” Su Yu shook his head and turned off the screen.
“Are you feeling better?”
“Much better. But you… you don’t seem to be doing so well.”
Su Yu looked at Xia Qian Ge’s pale face with some concern, his tone serious. But the other party’s gaze suddenly fled, just like when he had looked away in a panic just now.
“Maybe it’s because I drank last night.”
Xia Qian Ge stood up in a hurry. She endured the pain caused by the large movement. She was not only weak in body, but her soul also seemed to have become fragile. She forced a smile. “Your room is empty. I’ll go back and sleep for a while.”
“Okay, good.” Su Yu didn’t think much of it and nodded.
He watched as Xia Qian Ge went back to her room and then looked down at the two unread messages in his phone. The morning wind was cool, but there was still a stuffiness in his heart that he couldn’t get rid of.
…
“Wuwu…”
She huddled in the soft blanket, a soft and gentle sound escaping from between her lips and teeth. She twitched her nose and smelled the sunny and fresh scent of him. The room was filled with a dazzling morning light. The bloody madness of last night seemed to be just an empty dream.
She buried her head deep in it, greedily plundering the boy’s scent, trying to soothe the… strong sense of emptiness after satisfaction.
But dissatisfaction with desire would be painful, and satisfaction would only leave emptiness.
Xia Qian Ge secretly looked at the photo on her phone. She was lying on the boy’s chest with a satisfied expression. Under the warm yellow light, they were naked, and the beautiful spring scenery became the background of the photo.
At this moment, the boy was ignorant. This was clearly the result she wanted, but she felt inexplicably disappointed and lonely. It was so contradictory.
Ah Yu… she prayed devoutly, wanting to say this intimate name to him in person.
She still wanted more, as if she were hopeless.
She would never forget this night… never.
Last night…
A storm, a burning river of stars, and a flourishing love.
