Chapter 65: Expired Feelings, She Wouldn’t Touch Them Either.
The custom-made black suit jacket barely covered Chu Wantang’s trembling waist. Her snow-white skin was tinged with a honey-colored light blush, and the two colors looked in stark contrast under the light.
Her curly hair was scattered on the pillow, and a layer of crystal-clear thin sweat was on her forehead, nose, and neck.
Her breathing had not yet returned to normal, and every breath would make her chest tremble slightly.
The light-blocking eye mask had already been taken off, revealing her stuck-together long lashes and flushed eye area. Even with her eyes half-closed, it could not hide the shimmering moisture in her eyes.
She looked at the tall and slender Huai Xing standing at the side, and hearing Huai Xing’s tone, which was exactly the same as “the wind is rising, Chu Wantang,” her heart skipped a beat. She struggled to part her dry lips and asked, “President Huai, did my performance pass? Can you consider me?”
Huai Xing took a tissue from the cabinet next to her and handed it over. “If it’s you, I won’t consider it.”
“You said…”
“You have more experience in going back on your word than I do.”
Huai Xing lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on the woman’s extremely charming face, her tone still light. “I still have something to do, so I’ll be leaving. You should get some rest.”
Chu Wantang crumpled the tissue and didn’t care about much else. She propped herself up and wrapped the suit jacket, which seemed to still have Huai Xing’s body temperature and fragrance, around her so that it wouldn’t fall off.
Her other hand went to grab Huai Xing’s wrist, not letting her go.
Huai Xing’s head was slightly tilted, her eyelids lowered, and her gaze fell on the fair right hand that was holding her wrist.
Not long ago, this hand had been on various parts of the person behind her, its pink fingertips lightly teasing and rubbing, its flexible knuckles contracting and opening.
Huai Xing collected her thoughts and her lips moved slightly. “Is there anything else?”
Chu Wantang knelt on the edge of the bed again. She looked up, her brown pupils filled with tears, her voice very low and with a hint of pleading. “If my performance just now was not good enough, then…”
“I’ve already said, as long as it’s you, I won’t consider it.”
The scorching temperature of the woman’s palm was transmitted to Huai Xing’s wrist. She struggled slightly and spat out three words, “I’m sorry.”
And she said again, “I’m leaving.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she lifted her leg and took a step.
In the blink of an eye, with a “thud,” the door closed gently, and the handsome figure disappeared from this king-size bed room, disappearing from Chu Wantang’s line of sight.
Chu Wantang stared at the closed door in a daze. After a short while, she put away her disappointed expression and draped Huai Xing’s suit jacket behind her, as if Huai Xing were hugging her.
She curled up her legs, pressed her face against her knees, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she fell into a deeper thought—
What did the three words “I’m sorry” mean? Was she ashamed of going back on her word? Or did she feel that under the pressure of the conversation, her making such a request was a humiliation to her?
Chu Wantang raised her hand and wiped the dried tear stains from the corner of her eye, a knowing smile on her lips.
She didn’t believe that her tears had no effect at all. She didn’t believe even more that Huai Xing could pretend that everything she had done tonight had never happened.
It was still very visually impactful, right…?
She thought back for a while and felt that there was nothing wrong with her performance. Only then did she get up and go to the bathroom to take a shower.
…
“The sky is a soft candy~ so what if it collapses~”
The night was as dark as ink. In the white car on the side of the road, Lu Xianyue was playing a song. She hadn’t had a fight with Wen Shiwei these past two days and was in a good mood, and she was even singing along.
When she sang “the dream is very easy, very easy,” the passenger door opened. She looked over with a brilliant smile, about to ask Huai Xing to join in, but what she saw was a friend with a slightly grim face.
Lu Xianyue tactfully turned off the music, her brows furrowed, and she asked with concern, “What happened, Xiao Xing?”
Huai Xing fastened her seatbelt, shook her head, and revealed a smile. “It’s nothing.”
She rubbed her brow, her tone tired. “I’m just a little tired. I’ll take a nap first. Wake me up when we get there.”
“Okay,” Lu Xianyue said, also suppressing the question of where the suit jacket had gone, and did not speak again.
The car merged into the traffic and shuttled through the city.
Huai Xing closed her eyes in the passenger seat. The light and shadow were mottled in the car, flickering on her face, illuminating her quiet sleeping face.
In the past few years of the successor training plan, the best thing she had learned was not to show her emotions on her face. She had learned to show a just-right, appropriate emotion when facing all kinds of people, so that her opponents in the business world would not know what she was thinking, thus achieving her goal in the tug-of-war.
But tonight, she seemed to have failed to do that.
She did regret making such a request to Chu Wantang, because she had no interest at all. The three words “I’m sorry” should not have been said by her. She had nothing to be sorry for. Everything was Chu Wantang’s own choice.
In the past, Chu Wantang had said, “Do I have to make it so obvious that I don’t want to?”
Now, she had made the three words “I don’t want to” even more obvious. It was Chu Wantang who was chasing after her in a humble posture, wanting to continue.
In less than half an hour, the car drove steadily into the garage.
Lu Xianyue cleared her throat. Before she could speak, Huai Xing opened her eyes at the side and yawned lightly. “Are we here?”
“…” Lu Xianyue still swallowed the words that she thought Huai Xing’s acting was clumsy and did not expose her.
She nodded. “We’re here.”
The light in the garage was a little dim, and Huai Xing’s legs were a little heavy. She had no intention of chatting with Lu Xianyue.
She walked silently to the elevator entrance and then stood in the elevator.
Looking at the ascending elevator number display, she suddenly asked, “Xianyue, do you know how long it takes to get from the underground garage to our floor if no one gets out or in in the middle?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t counted.”
“It takes fifteen seconds.”
Lu Xianyue chuckled lightly. “You even timed this?” She stared at the constantly changing numbers and said with emotion, “Fifteen seconds is so short, but sometimes it’s so long.”
Huai Xing forced a smile. “Like when?”
“Like when Wen Shiwei doesn’t reply to my message in a second…” then fifteen seconds seems very long.
“You’re not acting in front of me?”
“What? What do you mean by not acting? My friendship with Wen Shiwei is on the rise. Is there any problem with me wanting her to reply to me in a second? The one who doesn’t reply to me in a second is not my good best friend.”
“…” She should have recorded it last time when Lu Xianyue was drunk.
The journey was smooth. They arrived at their floor.
The apartment had two units per elevator. Only the two of them were on this floor. Before they separated at the elevator entrance, Lu Xianyue pressed her lips together and still asked with some concern, “Did nothing really happen, Xiao Xing?” She pulled at the hem of her clothes a little uncomfortably, looked at Huai Xing’s obvious fatigue, and still said, “We’re friends. You should be very clear about this.”
Huai Xing looked back at her, her eyes curving, and went over to hug her. “I know what you mean. Don’t worry. It’s really nothing. I can handle it.”
“Okay,” Lu Xianyue said, hugging her back, her head touching hers. “The yogurt in your refrigerator has expired. I threw it out for you before I picked you up.”
“Mm, I don’t eat expired food.”
Before long, the two of them separated and entered their respective room passwords.
As soon as the door closed, the corners of Huai Xing’s mouth uncontrollably pressed down. After changing her shoes, she came to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.
Slowly, she lowered her head, turned on the faucet, and washed her hands clean.
Then, with her dripping hands, she unbuttoned her shirt one by one, from top to bottom, not caring if her shirt got wet. Soon, the outer layer was taken off, and there was still a white inner layer underneath. She stared at her own eyes in the mirror and unhurriedly pulled the inner layer over her head.
Her hair was a little messy from this action, and she pushed it to the sides.
Her gaze was still on the mirror.
At this moment, her upper body was only left with a black bra. In the past few years, she had not slacked off on her exercise, and now you could see the smooth, flat, and firm lines of her waist and abdomen under her fair skin. The place where her waistline was cinched was like a carefully carved jade vase.
Her gaze moved up a little more, to the scene hidden under her bra. The V-shape was hidden with an elegant tension, yet it was not without agility.
She looked at herself and placed her still-undried right hand on her back.
Very easily, she unhooked the clasp of her bra and then took it off bit by bit until it was completely exposed.
The light gathered into a white spot in her eyes. She looked at her upper body, and her thoughts flashed back to an hour ago—
What was Chu Wantang thinking when she was facing her like this? How did she manage to do that when she was present? Did she have to work so hard for this “offer” of a bed partner? The longing she had expressed when she was about to climax, was it in a moment of passion, or was it planned long ago? Was she deliberately acting for her?
The woman’s pleasant light moan seemed to still be by her ear, and the beautiful body that was focused by the light seemed to still be in front of her.
Huai Xing just felt as if she had been integrated into the dimness of that room again, quietly watching how the other party pleased herself.
And how she used pleasing herself to please her.
After a long while, Huai Xing’s petal-like lips were pressed together even more tightly. She then unbuckled her designer belt, slowly took off her pants, and tossed them to the side.
Her underwear was a set, also black, which made her skin look even fairer.
The mirror was very large and could reflect everything.
Her throat rolled, and she also removed the last bit of covering and went to wash her hands again.
Her dripping fingertips first landed on her flat abdomen, and then sank down.
She always stared at herself in the mirror.
But as soon as she touched a little bit of hot moisture, her reason returned in the next moment.
What was she doing?
Huai Xing’s breathing paused. She stopped this absurd action, casually took a bath towel from the side, went to the cloakroom to get her pajamas, and then went into the bathroom.
She wouldn’t eat expired food.
Expired feelings, she wouldn’t touch them either.
