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Cheng Wanyue liked things with quick bursts of novelty that faded just as fast.
When she liked something, she couldn’t wait to possess it immediately, but once the excitement wore off, she might lose interest before even receiving it.
The clothes and shoes could be thrown away and picked back up exactly as they were, but people were different.
Mei Qiu kept clawing at Qing Hang’s pants, wanting to climb onto the bed. Cheng Wanyue watched from the edge of the bed, and during these few minutes of Qing Hang’s silence, his eyes were unfocused.
He asked, “If you didn’t like them much, why did you date them?”
Cheng Wanyue countered, “How would I know I don’t like them much without dating?”
Qing Hang’s gaze fell on her face. “Is it difficult for you to determine your feelings?”
She thought for a moment. “It used to be quite difficult.”
Mei Qiu lost its grip and fell onto Qing Hang’s foot. Fearing it might be hurt, Cheng Wanyue quickly wrapped herself in the blanket and got off the bed.
She wasn’t wearing anything underneath and knelt directly on the carpet with her knees.
Qing Hang snapped out of his thoughts, first lifting her onto the bed, then placing Mei Qiu beside her. He dressed her silently, and after he finished, he suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Her body leaned back, falling onto the pillow. The lights were still blurry in her vision when his kiss landed.
His bite broke her lower lip.
Last night, even after drinking, he hadn’t been this aggressive.
Last night, he wanted to go for a second round. Though being on top doubled the pleasure, it was tiring. She was both sleepy and exhausted. When she said she didn’t want to, Qing Hang took her to shower. But he wasn’t satisfied.
The sound of the belt buckle faintly reached her ears, and Cheng Wanyue became slightly more alert. She just pushed him a little, and he flipped her over and pinned her down.
“If you dare tie me up, be prepared to get slapped. Showing up at work with a handprint on your face wouldn’t look good.”
“We’ve already slept together,” Qing Hang didn’t stop his actions, nor did his voice change. “Now it’s just a kiss; are you going to slap me for that?”
“It’s different,” Cheng Wanyue relaxed her body. “I didn’t say you can’t kiss me, but no tying me up.”
“Then it’s just kissing.”
He didn’t wait another second. His low voice disappeared between their lips. If he said it was just kissing, then it was only kissing. His hands stayed properly on the blanket, not even touching her waist or pressing his full weight on her. Gradually, she found it hard to breathe. When she turned her head to the left to dodge, he followed to the left. When she turned to the right, he quickly followed to the right.
Compared to earlier, this kiss was much gentler.
Cheng Wanyue almost wanted to push him down and go again.
After turning off the air conditioning, the room became a bit hot. Qing Hang brushed aside the stray hairs on her neck, kissing from her chin downward. “Are they better, or am I better?”
Before she could answer, he added, “You can only choose one.”
Last night before sleeping, Cheng Wanyue asked him whether she looked better with long hair or short hair, using this same tone.
“I haven’t kissed them, so there’s no comparison.”
“But didn’t you date them?”
She sneered, “Who says dating means you must have kissed or slept together? Did I agree? Did I nod?”
Qing Hang rolled over to sit on the edge of the bed and pulled her up from the bed. “Let’s freshen up. After checking out, we’ll go eat breakfast.”
“You can still eat?” The smile in Cheng Wanyue’s eyes grew brighter. “I thought you’d be full just from being jealous.”
Qing Hang ignored her and placed a pair of disposable slippers by her feet.
Cheng Wanyue washed slowly. Cheng Yuzhou called her at the airport, and her hands were wet. The washbasin was covered in water stains, so Qing Hang held the phone while waiting for them to finish talking.
Yan Ci was still in Beijing. During dinner last night, he mentioned he would stay for another half month.
After breakfast, Qing Hang sent Cheng Wanyue home.
As soon as the door opened, Cheng Wanyue shouted from the doorway, “Cheng Yanqing, congratulations! You’re going to be an uncle! You have a niece! Prepare red envelopes for New Year!”
“What? So fast!” Cheng Yanqing rushed out of the room with sleepy eyes, wearing his slippers backward, with a few strands of hair sticking up. “Say it again! Tell Qing Hang to come over quickly!”
Cheng Wanyue brought out a small kitten from behind her back. “This is your niece.”
Cheng Yanqing, “...”
That time when Cheng Yuzhou brought Glutinous Rice home, it was the same situation. On the phone, he said, “Cheng Yanqing, you’re an uncle now. Remember to prepare red envelopes for Glutinous Rice for New Year.”
That time, Cheng Yanqing fell for the prank, thinking Cheng Yuzhou and Zhou Yu had a child.
“Sister,” he sighed. “This makes me seem so immature.”
Cheng Wanyue smiled. “Isn’t my daughter your niece?”
In the unfamiliar environment, Mei Qiu was timid. Cheng Yanqing held it with one hand. “Is it really not Glutinous Rice’s offspring?”
“Glutinous Rice has been neutered.”
“Then where did yours come from?”
“Qing Hang gave it to me.”
“And where is he?”
“He got jealous, felt shy, and left.” Knowing that nothing could be seen by opening the window, Cheng Wanyue still stood by the window for a while.
Cheng Yanqing kept saying he didn’t want the cat, but within minutes he had brought Mei Qiu into the house. He stayed up all night and even bought a whole set of food and supplies for the kitten online before going to bed.
There were many unread messages on her phone, and Cheng Wanyue first called Zhou Yu back.
Just like Cheng Yuzhou, Zhou Yu immediately asked if she was happy in Beijing and if she was getting used to the food.
“I’m doing well, Ayu, don’t worry about me. You’re busy with work; taking leave and traveling back and forth would be exhausting. Birthdays happen every year; it’s not like this one is special,” Cheng Wanyue hadn’t told Zhou Yu before coming to Beijing; she only informed her family after buying the plane ticket. “Cheng Yuzhou got angry last night.”
“Why?”
“We were having barbecue at the night market when a man whistled at me, and he got really mad and threw a beer bottle at him.” Cheng Wanyue had a great figure and looked hot in anything.
“Did they fight?”
“No fight broke out, but his hand was bleeding.”
“It’s okay, he knows his limits,” Zhou Yu hadn’t seen Cheng Wanyue for half a year. “Wanyue, what did you wish for?”
Back in school, every birthday Cheng Wanyue would save a wish for Zhou Yu: she wanted to make a lot of money, buy a villa, buy a sports car, take Zhou Yu, who had never left Baicheng, to see the flag-raising ceremony at Tiananmen Square in Beijing, to see the salt lake in Qinghai, and to eat grapes in Xinjiang.
“First: I hope my friends and family stay healthy; second: I hope Ayu and Cheng Yuzhou’s wedding goes smoothly, and I get to see you in the most beautiful wedding dress marrying the person you love; third: I hope we can still go to the park to buy candy figurines when we’re eighty.”
“All of them are related to me.”
“Yes, your birthday wishes have been given to Cheng Yuzhou, so I need to make up for you,” Cheng Wanyue whispered into the phone, “Ayu, I met Qing Hang.”
Only her family and Yan Ci knew about her illness. If she didn’t say anything, no one could tell Qing Hang.
Zhou Yu knew Cheng Wanyue well and wouldn’t use her illness to make Qing Hang do anything.
“How did you meet?”
“When I first arrived, I casually found a job to pass the time. The store manager had a younger brother surnamed Zhou, who is a doctor. He invited us for dinner, and I left my keys at his place. When I went to pick them up, I met Qing Hang there.”
Thinking about the scene of their meeting made Cheng Wanyue laugh.
She got the job on her first interview. Meng Qi had a good relationship with Zhou Heng, and Qing Hang happened to be Zhou Heng’s roommate. Any slight deviation in these circumstances, and they wouldn’t have met so early.
“What a coincidence,” Zhou Yu sighed. “Beijing is so big, yet you two met. Perhaps even heaven thinks you shouldn’t have parted ways and wants you to reconcile.”
“We were together last night. Does that count as reconciliation?”
“You should officially say something. Either Qing Hang should say ‘Wanyue, be my girlfriend,’ or you should say ‘Qing Hang, be with me.’ That’s how a romantic relationship starts.”
It took Cheng Wanyue a long time to realize where the problem lay.
The problem was during the week she stayed at Qing Hang’s place, though she hadn’t intentionally seduced him; everything just happened naturally.
She started recalling the past, not knowing from which day she stopped hating Qing Hang tutoring her. Math was so hard, physics so dull, and English incomprehensible, yet she could sit at the desk for hours.
That year as desk mates, they were almost always together.
Their first hug, first hand-holding, first kiss... many firsts.
But there was never a formal confession.
Love began without a confession, so it ended without a farewell.
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