Chapter 54
Their eyes met.
The young lady’s tearful grievance had nowhere to hide under the woman’s calm gaze.
She herself was startled by the words she had said in anger, but they had already been spoken, and there was no reason to take them back. A young person’s inexplicable arrogance and regret were mixed together. She stubbornly raised her head, tears still falling.
The room was terrifyingly quiet. The little bit of romantic atmosphere that had been floating around and the countless dust motes in the air all fell.
Lin Shuxing clutched the hem of her dress and stared at the woman in front of her.
Black eyes, a pale face, a messy qipao, and cascading ink-black hair.
At this moment, the woman was as silent as an ink wash painting, without a single bit of color. There was too much indifferent blank space on her. Perhaps only a knife could make her reveal a little bit of true feeling.
Fang Yi’s face had no expression.
It turned out that words could be sharper than a knife, easily stabbing into a vital part, cutting open the heart, and slowly turning and grinding it into a bloody mess.
This feeling was too unfamiliar.
She had always tried her best to keep a distance from everyone to avoid the possibility of being hurt. Her heart had been calm for too long, so much so that it suddenly hurt so much she couldn’t breathe.
An injury was just a physical pain. If she endured it, and after the alcohol was poured on the wound, and the medicine was applied, and the dense pain exploded, and then the bandage was tightly wrapped, it would always recover.
But how to treat the dull pain in her heart? There was no blood, no wound. She had no experience and didn’t know what medicine to take.
The young lady’s thoughtless words were savored over and over again between her lips and teeth. She didn’t want to, but it was unavoidable.
Pulling chestnuts out of the fire, even if her clenched palm was burned to a sizzle, she couldn’t let go.
The young lady was still crying. Her cold tears fell on the fireworks in her heart, making a painful sizzling sound.
As the elder, the leader, she should say something.
Fang Yi was silent for a long time, her throat dry and sore. Finally, amidst the repeated vibrations of her vocal cords, she found her voice:
“Lin Shuxing, don’t always say things you don’t mean.”
It seemed to be the first time she had called her name so solemnly, but she hadn’t expected it to be in such a scene.
Fang Yi pinched her palm, her tone calm, and a self-deprecating smile was forced out of the corner of her lips.
“I also… can’t tell sometimes.”
Her vision turned slightly white from lack of oxygen.
The calmness was an act, the gentleness was an act.
She was indeed boring. She couldn’t even let go in bed. She wanted it, but she was also reserved. She didn’t know how to dirty talk, and she didn’t know how to respond.
She just smiled, hiding all her selfish thoughts in her small movements, secretly curling her fingers in the young lady’s fluctuating tone, and playing with her changing syllables.
Just like what Lin Shuxing had done to her at the beginning.
It was just that the young lady had stolen a kiss, and she had…
She had undoubtedly learned very quickly, and was even more subtle, more wicked. Even the person involved had not noticed.
This block of wood had quietly sprouted in the tide of love and also wanted to bloom.
But in front of her was a whole summer, with clusters of flowers, swaying in the wind, their fragrance penetrating the bones.
She had to run with all her might to pretend to be at ease in front of her.
Many people liked Lin Shuxing. Fang Yi had known this for a long time.
She didn’t seem to have any “unique” qualities.
In the past, her university roommate had been watching a TV series and was holding her heart at the intense and lyrical plot. The main character had said with tears in his eyes, “My greatest strength is that I like you—”
Fang Yi had only felt that this person was sick.
In the face of absolutely objective conditions, feelings were the most worthless.
But a young person’s love and hate were bright and passionate. Once ignited, they were like a fire, and at a certain moment, they would also ignite her breath.
She longed to touch that feeling, even if it was a fire.
They were two completely opposite people.
If it weren’t for the absurd matter of the “good-luck marriage” by lottery, they might never have had such a deep intersection in this lifetime.
Just like that ordinary afternoon, the young lady had left the doll shop, chewing bubble gum before she left, and had blinked at her, and then they had never met again.
A taste and a stop, a once-in-a-lifetime meeting. To Fang Yi, this was the best interpersonal relationship.
She would smile when she thought of it, and she wouldn’t be too sad if she lost it.
It was precisely because of the extra greed that they were in pain.
“I’m leaving. Remember to lock the door. I’ll come and pick you up tomorrow.”
They needed to calm down, especially her. She was about to be unable to maintain that restraint. Fang Yi waved her hand, and her leaden legs were finally able to drive her to walk out, her movements so stiff it was out of character.
“Fang Yi—”
The young lady’s nervous call was left behind her, as if she were really as free and easy as she had pretended to be.
Lin Shuxing bit her lip and watched as Fang Yi left decisively and neatly.
The waves the woman had stirred up had not yet dried, and she was crying and whimpering on the inside.
She couldn’t understand why Fang Yi’s reaction was so big. She had clearly had infinite tolerance and patience for her before.
But no matter what, she didn’t want her to leave just like that.
The young lady supported her weak body, jumped out of bed, and rushed up to stop her.
However, her hurried steps only forced the woman’s stiffly moving legs to become more flustered, almost with a sense of fleeing in panic.
The red soles of her black velvet high heels tapped on the floor. Fang Yi was not used to wearing them, and the restriction of the qipao made her steps very small.
The thin heel sank softly into the hotel carpet. She didn’t pay attention to her feet for a moment, and unexpectedly lost her balance and fell forward heavily.
“Fang Yi!”
The young lady watched as this red figure fell in front of her, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye also trembled.
“Are you alright?”
The woman had landed on her knees. At this moment, she was facing down, half-covering her face with her hands, unwilling to be seen in this embarrassing state.
Only a pair of dark eyes were exposed, slightly raised, and a little fragile light flowed from between her dark, scattered hair.
The young lady’s heart trembled violently.
All her pride and face were shattered. This arrogant young lady rarely reflected on herself and bit her lips until they were swollen.
“…”
Lin Shuxing slowly squatted down beside the woman, her soft palm covering hers, and pulled her pitifully. “I was wrong. Don’t go.”
Fang Yi had always been serious and rigid. She didn’t know how many concessions she had made to be willing to wear a qipao for her, and to be willing to cooperate with her wicked teasing.
It was the first time for both of them, but she had actually ignored her unease and only cared about her own pleasure.
She was unwilling, and she had even slapped her!
The more Lin Shuxing thought about it, the more guilty she felt. She even considered whether she had bitten her too hard just now.
The young lady bent down and carefully held the woman’s face.
“I shouldn’t have slapped you, and I shouldn’t have scolded you. Don’t be angry with me anymore, okay…”
The young lady’s voice carried a hint of a not-yet-faded tide, between immature and mature, and also tinged with a wronged, tearful tone.
“Let go.” The woman said hoarsely.
“No! I won’t let go. You are mine. Let’s have a good talk. Don’t go…!”
The young lady tried her best to open her arms and fiercely pulled Fang Yi into her embrace, imitating the way she had comforted people before, and patted her back.
“But you don’t say anything. I don’t know how to make you happy either… If you have any thoughts, just say them. I also want to share your emotions.”
The woman in her arms moved and finally let out a light grunt of pain.
“Hey, I’m not blaming you!” the young lady said hurriedly. “Did you fall and hurt yourself? Let me rub it for you.”
In the young lady’s soft embrace, Fang Yi blinked very obscurely.
It turned out that when emotions are seen, they are infinitely magnified.
The sharp pain in her knee was far from anything. She had been injured countless times more seriously than this before. Even if she had taken out the powder from a bullet and applied it to a festering wound, she could have done it without a sound.
But the young lady’s fingertips carefully caressed it, and when she saw the scraped knee, she let out a low gasp.
There was no large area of bruising, let alone a fracture. It was just a shallow layer of skin that had been scraped, and a thread of fresh blood spread along the muscle texture.
“I’ll help you to the bed. Let me disinfect it for you first.”
Just this, and the young lady’s heart ached beyond measure. Even her tone became very light, like a kitten that had made a mistake, raising its clear black and white eyes and gently placing its paw on her.
Fang Yi didn’t speak, her face still tense.
She was not used to receiving such delicate care. The young lady’s attitude made her feel as if she were very fragile. She seemed to have become weak in her arms.
If someone had suddenly cared about her so much in her past life, she would have suspected that she was about to die.
For example, there were actually radioactive contaminants on the carpet, and the moment she bled, she had already been infected… Oh, I remember now. This kind of behavior was called hospice care in the post-apocalyptic world.
She deliberately let her thoughts drift away, not wanting to admit this fragile side of herself.
Lin Shuxing took out a medical kit from the cabinet and carefully lifted the woman’s skirt.
Blood was seeping from the bruises, exceptionally obvious on her slender legs.
The young lady half-squatted by her leg, holding a cotton swab, and carefully applied medicine to her.
From Fang Yi’s angle, she could see her long eyelashes lowered, so focused, so lightly applying, and her small, exquisite nose casting a shallow shadow.
“I will definitely not lose my temper with you again in the future.”
Lin Shuxing said in a small voice, then quietly raised her eyes to observe Fang Yi’s expression.
“You’re also not allowed to say things like ‘it’s for your own good.'” She was still bargaining, but her voice was particularly soft, having lost its previous high and mighty, matter-of-fact tone.
“It’s just so annoying. You unilaterally put us in an unequal position, but we’re clearly doing the most intimate things.”
“Can’t you feel it? My affection for you.”
“The body’s reaction can’t lie. You’re also very fascinated by me, right? Why stop?”
In their bodies, they were so closely connected that all lies had nowhere to hide.
How could she regret it? Even if she did, it would be regretting not tying her up.
Tie her up, separate her hands, and handcuff them to the head of the bed. A soft and tough restraint, just like Fang Yi herself, let their strengths compete with each other.
It might leave red marks, but it didn’t matter. She would help her smooth them out.
The woman’s sudden departure, the huge sense of emptiness at first aroused anger. She had already made the biggest concession of her life, but the woman still didn’t speak. This shameful anger now turned into a sour grievance.
“Why aren’t you talking, Fang Yi? Are you still angry?”
“Are you angry that I hit you? Or, did I say too much?”
“I’m sorry. I’m apologizing to you. Can you not be like this?”
The woman on the bed still pursed her lips and said nothing.
“Fang Yi.”
“Baby!”
Fang Yi’s gaze was lowered. The young lady lay on her lap, turned her face, and peeked from between her long hair.
“Sister—”
One call was sweeter than the last.
The young lady took her palm and pressed it against her own heart.
“I was just angry. Really. Don’t be angry anymore. If you don’t believe me, feel it. My true heart—”
Her true heart was soft and would tremble with the rise and fall of her voice.
“If you can’t tell, then I’ll tell you.”
“I like you. I bully you because I like you. I’m angry because I like you.”
“I just like your type. It has to be you, and only you.”
Fang Yi’s face suddenly turned red. She wanted to pull her hand back, but was pressed down even more forcefully by Lin Shuxing with both hands.
She didn’t feel her heart, but she felt her own heart, pounding against her chest.
Thump, thump.
Sensing the woman’s loosening, Lin Shuxing’s eyes lit up. She immediately slid her fingers slowly into her finger gaps, not giving her any chance to escape.
“It’s very comfortable. You make me very comfortable. I like you.”
“Kiss, Fang Yi.”
“You can kiss wherever you want…”
Under such a sincere assault, Fang Yi was almost knocked out by her directness. The backflowing blood began to boil again, and she gritted her teeth. “…Please don’t say such things anymore.”
“Then you’ve forgiven me!” Grasping her loosening, the young lady immediately took advantage of the situation, in the physical sense.
She jumped up, hugged her, and gave her a peck on her cool cheek.
“…”
Even an iceberg should have melted.
Lin Shuxing realized Fang Yi’s awkwardness, wrapped her arms around her, and stroked her reddened ears, whispering close to her:
“Do you know? Your blank expression is particularly sexy. Even if you’re a block of wood, you’re the block of wood I like.”
Under the soft touch, the wooden expression also underwent a subtle change.
She was dyed by her vitality and really couldn’t hold it in. She also squeezed out a small flower from the corner of her lips.
“Not angry anymore?”
The young lady carefully avoided her injured knee, climbed up again, and kissed her neck.
“Don’t leave tonight.”
She acted coquettishly, tucking Fang Yi’s stray hair behind her ear, her boneless fingertips climbing up her arm and wrapping around it tightly.
“If you don’t want to… then I can do it?”
Just as Fang Yi’s eyes were also dyed with the young lady’s mist, she suddenly heard a click.
A cold, round ring was clasped on her left wrist.
“…” Fang Yi woke up from the honey trap.
It turned out that that sentence was not a request, but a notice.
Lin Shuxing smiled and pulled the chain, pulling Fang Yi closer. She twirled the small key in her fingers and casually threw it back.
Now, her treasure couldn’t run away.
She took Fang Yi’s clenched fist, kissed the back of her hand, and slowly unfolded and smoothed it, pressing it against her face.
The young lady smiled through her tears, with a triumphant and schadenfreude-filled cunning. “Aren’t you going to say good night to me?”
“…”
Fang Yi stared at her smile for a few seconds, her gaze drifting. She took the initiative to lower her lips and kiss her.
She held her wrist, which was pulling the chain, and slid her hand down her palm to her index finger.
Click—
A warm touch was followed by a silver bracelet. She had completely replicated her method, clumsy and rough, and had handcuffed the other end to the young lady’s own wrist.
The young lady, who had been about to do as she pleased, widened her eyes and glared at the woman who was so close to her with some unwillingness.
The two suspects were thus handcuffed together.
“Good night.”
