Chapter 105: Real
A very long dream.
The bright and hazy sunset was swallowed by the deep and dark color. The darkness, like a tide, poured into the house. There was no discomfort of being unable to breathe. Instead, it was filled with a warm and fragrant embrace, which was soft and smooth and brushed against his cheeks. The tip of his nose was pressed against the deep hollow of his neck, and the fresh and gentle gardenia fragrance was wrapped around him…
That night, he had slept very soundly, and he had almost drowned in the illusion.
He had gone to bed too early and had woken up in the middle of the night.
Su Yu slowly opened his eyes, and his heavy eyelids were slowly and a little slowly lifted. The soft and light yellow light seeped into his retina.
He was lying on his back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. There was a table lamp with a low brightness on the small cabinet next to the pillow, and it was emitting a dim halo. The pale ceiling was covered with a large patch of a gray and dark shadow, and it was slightly swaying with his movement of getting up, which gave him a feeling of an unreal illusion.
Su Yu subconsciously looked at the side of the pillow. The ice-silk, carved pillow was on his hand, and the fluffy pillow core was slightly sunken. He reached out and touched it. It was a little cold, but there was still a lingering warmth. He picked up a slender strand of hair. It was very long… and the end of the hair was curled into an arc.
His heart was as if it had been squeezed by a pair of hands, and then it was lifted up quickly. It was swaying in the air, as if it would fall to the ground and be shattered in the next second if he was not careful.
Just for a moment, he suddenly calmed down. His fingertips wiped the slightly upturned corners of his lips, and his palm was exposed to the light. A bright red color was on his index finger. It was her lipstick that had been rubbed on the corners of his lips.
Su Yu smiled silently. He had just lifted the blanket and was about to get up when he slowly realized that his upper body was naked. He looked down as if he were seeking confirmation, afraid that he had done something wrong in a moment of passion. They had just confessed their feelings. How could they have gotten involved with physical pleasure so quickly? She probably didn’t like it and would think that he was a wanton and lewd person.
He looked at it a few times as if he were sure, and only then did he relax his tense back muscles, and the turbid air in his chest was expelled.
Su Yu then looked around in the dim light, but he still couldn’t see the shirt he had lost. He was wearing the only remaining pair of shorts and got up and walked out of the bedroom.
This house was much bigger than his. It was empty, and even with the doors and windows tightly closed, he felt a cold wind blowing in. Su Yu subconsciously hugged his arms and rubbed them to find warmth.
Su Yu had only been here twice, and this was even the first time he had entered the bedroom behind him. He closed the door of the bedroom behind him and walked barefoot on the cold wooden floor. The lights were not on outside, and it was dark. He roughly identified the direction. In his memory, the study seemed to be on the right, the living room was in front, and the bathroom was at the very back…
The air conditioner was hanging in the center of the living room, and it was blowing warm air. He twitched his nose, and the air seemed to be still filled with a warm and fragrant scent, which was faintly caressing his sense of smell. It was as if a hand was gently pulling at the corner of his clothes, and it was attracting him to a certain direction in the darkness.
This house was empty, and there was almost no clutter. The things that were exposed were all neatly arranged, but there was not a single bit of human presence. He couldn’t find Xia Qiange. But this was indeed her usual style.
Su Yu shook his head, and a mass of dark black messy hair was fluffy. The ends of his hair were messy and curled, and his eyebrows and eyes were also covered by his hair. He was standing in the shadows, and his whole person looked particularly gloomy. This was after he had carefully groomed himself before he had come. After a night’s sleep, he had returned to his usual unkempt appearance.
He no longer showed the panic he had just now. The corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the silver suitcase that was lying in a corner of the sofa. The surface of the suitcase was slightly bulging, and it was clear that it was very full. He curled his lips and smiled, as if he were proud of something. He thought that God had finally blessed him once, and he had caught the happiness that was about to slip away from his fingertips.
The darkness still made him a little unaccustomed. He subconsciously shifted all his attention to his hearing. Suddenly, there was a rustling sound, as if it were the sound of cloth rubbing. It was as light as a gentle breeze. The thick clouds and mist were slightly parted, and then they wrapped him up again. Vaguely, there was a one or two intermittent moans…
It was mixed with pleasure in the suppression.
Su Yu quickened his pace of fumbling on the wall and finally pressed a protrusion. The sufficient light soon filled the entire living room. Su Yu squinted his eyes to adjust for a while, and his gaze slowly turned to the bathroom.
He had no intention of hiding his movements. He subconsciously thought that Xia Qiange was washing up in the bathroom. He walked over and pushed open the ajar door. The door hinge turned with a creaking sound, and the bright white light from the living room all pierced in. The sound suddenly stopped.
He suddenly found that the light in the bathroom was still on. Through a very thick and transparent curtain, he could only vaguely see a back leaning against the wall. He lowered his voice and called out, “Qian Ge?”
There was a moment of silence inside. The person inside coughed twice, and her voice was hoarse and dark, as if she had been smoking. It was mixed with a sandy and miscellaneous sound.
The curtain was pulled open from the inside. The warm yellow bath light was shining with a charming temperature. Xia Qiange, who was behind the curtain, was completely covered in a hazy halo, and half of her face was in the shadows. She was standing barefoot on the wet porcelain tiles of the bathroom and was staring at him. She raised her hand and parted the wet and sticky hair by her ear. “Yeah? You’re awake so early?”
“I can’t sleep…”
Su Yu answered truthfully. He looked down at the layers of water that were surging on the porcelain tiles. A half-full bucket of cold water was still by the girl’s exquisite and delicate ankle. It was flowing under her slightly raised arch, as if it were gently kissing the ground.
His gaze moved up. The girl was still wearing the silk nightgown she had been wearing when he had come. The silk ribbon at her waist was a little loose, and the skirt was just barely holding on to her slender waist.
The window of the bathroom was actually open a small crack. The cold wind was quietly invading this narrow space that could not accommodate two people. It was lifting the thin cloth, but its strength was not enough. It was lifted to an arc that made one unable to stop… and he wanted to kneel down and look up, but it was so tantalizingly dropped.
He inadvertently glanced at the loose and empty bottom of the girl’s skirt, which was swaying in the wind. It was gently brushing against the darkness, which was full of reverie… a few drops of water were rolling down the beautiful curve of her calf, and they were shining with a crystal-clear light under the light.
Su Yu inexplicably remembered his own excessive fantasies. When he looked up again and stared at Xia Qiange’s frail and innocent face, a huge sense of immorality made him condemn his own baseness in his heart.
“Yeah, me too. I was just washing my clothes. I was afraid of waking you up. Your clothes are too thick. I’m a little weak, and I can’t rub them.”
Xia Qiange suddenly made way, and behind her were a few buckets. A lot of her private clothes were soaked in the basin. They had all been alone with the close-fitting girl, and they were soaked with every wisp of the sweet and warm fragrance he had smelled.
Although the two of them seemed to have confirmed their relationship, he still turned his head away as if to avoid suspicion. He also saw that his coat and shirt were soaked in another bucket. Because they were soaked with water, they had sunk heavily.
“Oh… I see.”
The atmosphere suddenly fell into a silent and subtle state. The two of them seemed to be a little unaccustomed to this suddenly shortened distance. The silence seemed to be mixed with a temperature, like a fragrant and mellow wine that was slowly brewing in a small and ambiguous space, which made one’s face red and heart beat.
Xia Qiange raised her eyes and looked at the layer of pink on his ear. At first glance, the flush of passion that was spreading on her deliberately lowered snow-white neck did not seem so eye-catching. She swallowed, and her entire body was so empty that it was a mess. The cloth had long since been casually thrown into the water basin at her feet, and the bone-chilling cold wind was faintly brushing against the wet and sticky…
She suddenly went up and held Su Yu’s hand, and her fingertips were restlessly scraping against his palm. She really wanted to… she really wanted to…
The tide-like waves of emptiness were driving her almost mad. As long as the boy was willing, she could tear off this extra layer of reserved restraint between them without a care in the next second.
“I’ll go and make you some breakfast. I’ll just cook some porridge…”
“Yeah.” Su Yu nodded. He held Xia Qiange’s cold and pale hand in return. There were still some calluses on her knuckles, and he couldn’t help but feel a little heartbroken.
“Don’t use cold water to wash your clothes next time. It’s getting cold.”
“Okay, I’ll listen to you.”
She pressed her cold palm against the boy’s heart and made a hollow gripping motion, as if she wanted to completely cover the hot and beating heart in his chest.
