Chapter 28: Fainting
He was standing there, watching her slowly and with difficulty sit up. The blanket had slipped from her shoulders, and her porcelain-white and delicate soft flesh was nakedly exposed to the air. Her skin, through the sunlight from the window, was as transparent as white jade.
His nose was hot. He pinched his fingertips to wake himself up with the pain. His gaze swept over her curled-up, round legs, and he was restless. He saw the bruises on her knees, which were particularly frightening on her already-delicate and soft body.
Su Yu glanced at it and immediately turned around to get the medicine. He boiled some hot water, washed a towel, and dragged his exhausted body, which had been up all night, back and forth. When he entered the room, he saw her half-leaning against the headboard, her head tilted as she looked at him, not speaking, her eyes sparkling with light.
He was a little uncomfortable with her stare, so he could only silently bury his head in his work. Since he had come back, things had gradually been slipping out of his control. The hatred and confusion after he had learned the truth had all become a joke. He really couldn’t hate a person he loved.
He dipped a cotton swab in the medicine and half-knelt in front of the bed, carefully applying it to the bruise.
“It hurts…”
She suddenly pulled at his sleeve, and her voice, which had been hoarse all night, was hoarse.
Su Yu looked up at her, and his hand immediately stopped. He then carefully approached the wound. “I’ll be gentle.”
“I’m actually quite afraid of pain.” She suddenly said, showing her weakness in the warmth.
His performance was as if he had already discovered it. “Yeah, I know.”
After he had applied the medicine, Su Yu let out a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted. He picked up the clean clothes and put them on the headboard. A set of loose pajamas, and the underwear and bra were also folded on top.
He said he would go out and wait, and he told her not to touch the wound.
But Xia Qiange still didn’t move. She was leaning against the side of the bed, and she was holding the blanket. Her soft and full breasts were half-exposed, and her waistline was as soft as if it had no bones. She couldn’t muster any strength. It was as if she had really been tormented by him last night and was on the verge of death, and she couldn’t take care of herself.
He clenched his fists and then let go. After a long time, he picked up the underwear on the pajamas and approached her. He was standing in place in a daze, and he was a little at a loss.
An awkward and uneasy atmosphere was fermenting. It was the first morning after the two of them had been together. They were no longer the wild and primitive animals when they were naked. They had put on their clothes, and they had the unique etiquette and shame of human beings.
Starting from the upper body, he carefully avoided the soft touch of the plumpness. He saw a little bit of a pink color swaying in the air. His hands and feet were clumsy as he put them on. He was listening to her occasional and sensitive, soft and delicate whimper. The moment he had buttoned the buttons, a drop of a wet and hot sweat had inadvertently fallen from his forehead.
The further down he went, the more of a torment it was. It was a stone mill that was crushing his reason. His breathing was getting heavier, and the morning sun was fierce. The act of lust was arousing a deeper and heavier sense of immorality. The bones and muscles of his hands were tensed and were white.
He closed his eyes and hardened his heart and did it in one go. He had touched her delicate ankle. Before he could use force, she had suddenly called out to him to stop.
He looked up, and she was half-biting her lip. Her earlobes were as red as if they had been burned. Her voice was almost as low as dust, and she was both shy and annoyed. “It’s dirty… below.”
His heart pounded a few times. He had been teasing her on the verge of her bottom line again and again. The more he wanted to sort out his chaotic thoughts, the more chaotic they became. His self-restraint was loosening, and he was becoming anxious and uncomfortable.
“I… I’ll help you.”
He had finally hardened his heart. He took a tissue and slowly cleaned her. He looked at the messy and chaotic ruins of the battlefield, and then he remembered last night. His throat, which was burning and dry, was hoarse, and his expression was wavering. His eyes were filled with a wet and watery lust.
The towel, with the filth, was washed clean in the hot water basin. He lowered his head and asked her, “Is the water temperature still okay?”
She nodded obediently, but her hands were always restlessly rubbing his thick and smooth black hair. She was teasing him from the roots to the ends, and she was so happy that she couldn’t let go.
“Ah Yu, your hair is so soft. It’s so comfortable to touch.” As if she had discovered a new continent, she shared it with him with great excitement.
He didn’t pay any attention to her. And because he didn’t know how to be gentle, he had subconsciously raised his head to test her. His eyes had just happened to have met hers. Her eyes were misty, and her lips were bitten until they were bleeding. Her skin was fair, and she was so alluring that she was captivating.
Su Yu was inexplicably flustered for a moment. He quickly lowered his eyes and avoided her deep and affectionate gaze.
She was in an ambiguous and charming atmosphere, and her eyes were red. Her shoulders were slightly trembling. A young man who knew about sex and was in love, and a hot breath was on the dark and damp place. His smell was in her deep part, and his breath was enveloping her without any pores. The tide was secretly overflowing, as if it were returning to the happiness of being possessed by him last night.
She really didn’t know what else in this world was more like a matter of love than making love. It was a pleasure in pain, and an emptiness after satisfaction. It was on and off, and it was like love.
At the moment of a climax, she had even thought that he had returned to the way he had been before and had loved her. But when she thought about it carefully, she was dejected. She thought of her despicable and selfish tricks, and she was seducing him to violate the moral constraints.
The response she had gotten was just because of these dark and contrived schemes, and not the real her, who had done nothing.
It was fine if he didn’t love that her. She would use all means to hold on to him, to use all the sex of her body, and the love of her psychology…
Her tense nerves had softened the moment she had been completely dressed. Su Yu had swallowed, and his cheeks were burning hot. He was looking at her with an uneasy look. After they had torn their faces, she was on the contrary, calm, and she was wantonly showing her love.
“I’ll go and make breakfast. You… have a good rest.”
He packed his things and turned to leave, as if he were fleeing. It was not until he was called out by Xia Qiange.
“There’s not much food in the refrigerator. I want to eat the wontons downstairs.”
He was in a daze in his awkwardness, and he had agreed without much thought. He had ignored her increasingly weak voice after she had rested.
Xia Qiange was looking at him with a charming smile, but her face was pale, and her strength was weak. Her voice was trembling and was unsteady. She was almost propping herself up and was leaning against the side of the bed.
Hearing the sound of the door closing at the entryway, she suddenly fell to one side. Her hand fell on the table and had swept away all the items on the table. The cramping pain in her stomach had attacked her, and it was so painful that she was on the verge of death. She was really afraid of pain. She had to endure this cutting and cramping feeling both physically and psychologically, and she wanted to hit her head and die.
She was frantically looking for painkillers in the drawer, wanting to stabilize herself for a while. But she had forgotten that she had been seriously ill for a few days, and she had been relying on taking medicine every day to get by. The medicine bottle was long since empty. She had poured it for a long time, but she was disappointed.
…
“Qian Ge, I’ve bought the wontons. I’ll buy some white porridge. You can have something light.”
He was changing his shoes at the entryway. He walked into the bedroom, and he was holding the hot porridge in his hand. He frowned and looked at the messy and chaotic table, and then he looked at her back, which was curled up in the blanket, as if she were fast asleep again.
The guilt he had had was suddenly changed. A bad premonition was crawling up his heart. His heart was trembling, and he rushed to the bed in a panic. He was shouting her name loudly, but there was no response.
He turned her over and only then did he find that she had already closed her eyes and was in a coma. Her face was frighteningly pale, and her lips were without a trace of blood. Her arms were as cold as if they had no temperature.
His fear was on the verge of exploding because of her quietness. It was not until he had caught her warm breath in her nose that he had slowly calmed down. “Hey, someone has fainted here.”
He took out his phone and called the hospital. He was in a panic but had forced himself to be calm. He was talking to the other party in a trembling and chaotic state.
He held her cold hand tightly, and his ten fingers were slowly clasped.
