MTL - 76

All my actions can be explained by possessiveness. Who said only men can have possessive desires?

Tang Yu, I want to have all of you.

— “Little Sugar Heart’s Diary”

Last night, while chatting with You Huan, she mentioned that if you want to test whether a man wants to take the next step with you, take him to the supermarket and see if his eyes glance at the condom shelves.

She was a bit curious.

She tossed items one by one onto the counter, secretly glancing at him. Tang Yu had his hands in his pockets, casually looking at her. He was wearing a British-style overcoat today, handsome and tall, with an outstanding demeanor. The cashier glanced curiously at him while scanning the items.

Obviously, they recognized him.

Tang Xin felt a bit depressed. Why did people recognize him everywhere they went? With such stares, who would dare to look around casually?

She lowered her head to look at her phone. When she looked up again, she noticed the young cashier eyeing them ambiguously. She turned her head and saw Tang Yu coldly glancing at the nearby shelves, filled with various colorful boxes of different brands and models.

His long fingers precisely plucked three boxes from the shelf and placed them on the counter.

“...”

Why three boxes?

Tang Xin’s heart nearly leaped out, looking up at him in astonishment.

Tang Yu didn’t look at her, directly paid, picked up the bag, and took her out of the supermarket, putting her into the car. Neither of them spoke. Tang Xin occasionally stole glances at him. It wasn’t until they entered the elevator that she couldn’t help but softly ask: “Why three boxes?”

“They’re different.” He looked down at her, giving her a meaningful explanation, “Different flavors and types.”

“...”

The elevator door opened, and the two walked out. Tang Xin looked up at him: “You know so much.”

“All men do.”

“...”

Tang Yu coldly reminded her: “Didn’t you say before that we are all adults now? Claiming to be obsessed with male beauty, don’t you understand?”

... Indeed, she had said that before, fearing he would see through her feelings for him, spouting nonsense.

Tang Xin stopped walking, suddenly turned around, hugged his neck, tiptoed close, and whispered seductively in his ear: “Your place or mine?” Without waiting for his answer, she provocatively licked his Adam’s apple.

The man’s body tensed, his Adam’s apple visibly rolled, and he forcefully kissed her lips, holding the bag in one hand and pulling her waist towards home. Tang Xin’s back hit the door, and he pinched her waist, whispering: “Open the door.”

Realizing his intent, it seemed he was serious, she nervously trembled slightly, lowering her head to unlock the password.

Tang Yu observed silently and chuckled: “What’s making you tremble? Scared?”

“No.”

She wouldn’t admit it.

The door clicked open.

She stubbornly hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him. Their lips entwined passionately as they stumbled inside, closing the door with a bang, her heart trembling along. As soon as they entered, she was swept off her feet and carried to the master bedroom. The house was warm; Tang Xin was pinned on the large bed, her hands tightly held above her head. The man breathed heavily, kissing her fiercely.

Tang Xin found it incredibly fortunate to mutually like someone. She deeply adored this person, and even hearing his breathing drove her wild.

The room wasn’t lit, the curtains were open, their clothes disheveled, sweating profusely. Tang Yu bit her lip, burying his face in her neck, panting. After a while, he propped himself up, looking down at her with deep, slightly red eyes, sitting up leisurely to remove his coat, his voice hoarse: “Not hot?”

Yes...

Tang Xin felt like a stranded little fish, her breath weak, completely vulnerable, reaching out to him.

Tang Yu pulled her up, helped her take off her coat, and she curled up in his arms, shyly whispering: “I want to shower first.”

He hummed lowly, ruffling her hair: “Shower here or go back?”

Tang Xin looked up at him, eagerly asking: “Can I wear your clothes?”

Meaning, she didn’t want to go back.

“Need to remove makeup?”

“…”

Forgot about that. She still needed to remove makeup, feeling somewhat disheartened.

Tang Yu curved his lips slightly, got up, opened the wardrobe, and turned to ask her: “What to wear?”

Most of his clothes were formal wear; there were casual outfits and loungewear, but not many. This apartment’s bedroom was relatively small, and when they moved, many things were newly purchased, so not all clothes were brought over.

The young girl pointed at the row of white shirts, eyes full of anticipation.

Tang Yu leaned against the wardrobe, staring deeply at her, took down a set of loungewear, tossed it over, accurately covering her head, then turned to walk towards the bathroom, “I’ll adjust the water temperature for you.”

“…”

Tang Xin took off the clothes, glaring angrily at his back.

What did he mean!

She got off the bed and followed him. Tang Yu adjusted the water temperature and stepped out of the bathroom, amused by her puffed-up face, pinching her cheek, “Go ahead.”

While Tang Xin was showering, Tang Yu went across to bring Cotton and the bottles and jars she left on the washstand. Then he went to the guest bathroom to shower. When he came out, she was still in the bathroom, taking quite a long time.

He brought the items to the doorway, knocked once, and the person inside tensely asked: “Wh-what?”

Tang Yu paused, thinking she was braver than expected. He silently chuckled: “I brought your things over.”

Honestly, Tang Xin had some shadow over his bathroom; even if they were to do anything, it definitely shouldn’t be in the bathroom. She had already finished bathing, hurriedly put on clothes, opened the door, popped her head out, glimpsed the things he handed over, paused briefly, quickly took them, and smiled brightly: “Thank you.”

The last time Tang Xin almost fled in panic, she hadn’t seen his room. After removing her makeup and stepping out, she surveyed Tang Yu’s bedroom—it was black and white themed, with a sofa and a small table in front of the window. The bed was large, the sheets dark gray, without any extra decorations—a total minimalist style.

Tang Yu’s clothes were too big for her, so she had to roll up the cuffs and sleeves.

Stepping out of the bedroom, Tang Yu lazily leaned against the sofa, glanced at her, a fleeting smile flashing in his eyes.

Tang Xin looked down at herself, muttering: “Maybe I should go back and change clothes.”

When she returned after changing, Tang Yu was no longer in the living room. The study door was slightly ajar; he was on the phone. She went back to the room, sat on the bed, and took out those three boxes to examine them, checking what was different.

After a while, hearing footsteps, she hastily shoved everything under the bed, threw a pillow over them, buried her face rapidly into the pillow, lying flat.

Tang Yu approached, glanced at the messy things on the floor, lifted the pillow, saw the items beneath, his lips twitched slightly. He pulled back the covers, embraced her from behind, and softly asked: “Are you curious, or do you really want to do it?”

“…”

She turned around, rubbing her head against his chest, honestly saying: “A bit of both. You can also interpret it as possessiveness.” She looked up, her eyes pure and innocent, “I want to always be with you, so it seems there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.”

Something in Tang Yu’s heart softened, and he gazed deeply at her for a moment, kissed her between her eyebrows, and softly said: “I’ll take you back for Spring Festival this year, alright?”

She muttered softly: “You’re so rigid.” After a few seconds, she became curious, “Then why did you buy them?”

“You wanted me to buy them, just in case, useful in the future.”

“… Is it that obvious?”

“Mm.”

The man chuckled lowly, flipped over, pressing her down, raining kisses all over her face, messing up their clothes, leaving them breathless. His burning hands pressed against her back, and he hoarsely laughed in her ear: “If you want, I have plenty of ways to satisfy you. Want to try?”

Tang Xin bit his shoulder in embarrassment, “No, I’m not... I’m not that desperate.” Her face flushed as she sat up to look at him earnestly, “Do you know there’s something called skin hunger syndrome? I just like being with you, hugging is fulfilling enough.”

There’s a difference between women and men; women are more emotional, and psychological satisfaction outweighs physical.

Tang Xin liked Tang Yu and wanted to be closer to him, driven by possessiveness.

Tang Yu didn’t expose her, pulling her into his arms, seemingly casually asking: “When did you first see me?”

In recent days, he had gone through all of Tang Xin’s Weibo posts, including likes and comments, uncovering quite a lot. Like a voyeur, he gradually peeked into her little secrets.

Tang Xin glanced up at him, “The first time? Four years ago in the spring, when I went to Shiguang Film to sign a contract.”

Tang Xin remembered very clearly; that afternoon, the sunlight was particularly bright. She had just arrived at the entrance of Shiguang Film when she saw Tang Yu in a black suit coming out of the building, followed by Gao Heng and several employees. His expression was especially cold, walking while issuing instructions, occasionally signing documents handed to him.

At that time, she was still young. Having seen videos and pictures of him online, she was already captivated by his demeanor. Seeing him, she froze in place, staring intently.

As they passed by, he raised his eyes and glanced at her.

Just that one glance.

Tang Xin felt Cupid shoot an arrow straight into her heart.

Of course, she wouldn’t tell Tang Yu.

At least, not now.

Tang Yu actually had an impression because that girl stood right at the entrance, blocking the way, looking at him with exceptionally bright eyes. Later, when she joined the project team, he was somewhat surprised.

The man silently gazed at her for a moment, a faint smile tugging at his lips: “Did you like me the first time you saw me?”

Tang Xin’s heart quivered. She pushed him: “You’re overthinking! Don’t be conceited.”

She turned around, presenting the back of her head to him.

After a while, he leaned over, softly asking: “Should I put you to sleep?”

She softly replied: “Then sing ‘The Moon Represents My Heart’ for me.”

Tang Yu fulfilled her request, softly singing in her ear. His deep, pleasant voice made her feel weak all over. After a while, she suddenly covered her ears and screamed: “Ahhhh, stop listening, I might get pregnant.”

“…”

He paused, blood rushing to his head, pulling down her hands and whispering a very provocative sentence in her ear.

Upon hearing it, Tang Xin melted.

That night, they frolicked until midnight but ultimately didn’t have sex.

After Christmas, Tang Yu took her to the airport. Tang Xin hadn’t bought a return ticket yet, as the return date was undecided. On the way, Tang Yu instructed her: “Don’t lose your temper with your parents, and don’t defend me too much. If you explain too much, they’ll think you’re taking sides, okay?”

“…” Tang Xin obediently nodded, “I promise not to defend you.”

“…” Tang Yu chuckled, “Let me know your return date, and I’ll book your ticket.”

“Okay.”

Tang Yu took her to the security checkpoint, where they were slightly surrounded by onlookers. Tang Xin, afraid of being photographed, urged him to leave quickly. Tang Yu smiled: “Go ahead, I’ll leave once I see you enter.”

Before the plane took off, Tang Xin scrolled through a shocking news article—Huo Chendong and Zhao Feiyu had broken up.