#51: Do You Dare?

Qing Hang almost dropped out of university because of rumors that he was being kept, which was probably when the root of the problem was laid.

He never actively offended anyone, but he couldn’t control other people’s mouths.

Cheng Wanyue didn’t see that missed call. She lived in a sterile ward for several months, and her parents held onto her phone.

“I don’t know, maybe it was off. Why didn’t you try calling more times?”

It was already very difficult for Qing Hang to take that step. “I was afraid that if the call connected, I’d hear you tell me not to bother you.”

“Even though I always get angry with you, I’ve never found you annoying,” Cheng Wanyue bit him indignantly, and blood seeped through his skin. She then realized she bit too hard and soothed it by gently licking the ring of teeth marks with the tip of her tongue. “I’ll forgive you this time.”

Actually, she knew Grandpa Qing was very ill.

She had never worried about money, but Qing Hang was different; no one would help him, he could only rely on himself.

“Qing Hang, how did you get through university?”

Li Yu said he was brilliant in college, and that it was the small county that had obscured his inherent light.

Cheng Wanyue disagreed with Li Yu’s statement. The reason she didn’t refute it then was that she had indeed missed Qing Hang at eighteen, but even a small county had moonlight and evening breezes that could blow away the dust on him. Just because some people didn’t see his brilliance didn’t mean no one did.

When Cheng Guoan picked Qing Hang out of the mud, he said that he would definitely achieve great things in the future.

The first time Qing Hang drank at the Cheng family’s home, which was on Cheng Guoan’s birthday, Cheng Guoan also drank a lot. After drinking, he loved to preach and talk about things from a long time ago. Cheng Wanyue listened intently beside him.

See? She wasn’t the only one who thought Qing Hang was special.

Qing Hang tried to recall those years, but his memories were ordinary. “Every day was very normal: classes, part-time jobs, studying, exams. I’d get prize money from competitions. I was in competitions for half a year straight. Later, I wasn’t in such urgent need of money, and my pace of life slowed down, so it became even more ordinary.”

Cheng Wanyue frowned. “You’re wrong, you’re not ordinary at all!”

He thought for a moment and replied, “It’s the me that you like that’s not ordinary.”

Cheng Wanyue was then satisfied. She looked at the ring of teeth marks on Qing Hang’s chest, which were more prominent than before, and suddenly a bold idea came to her mind. “Qing Hang, do you dare to get a tattoo?”

The topic changed too quickly, and Qing Hang paused for a few seconds. “Where would I get it?”

“Here,” she touched the red mark. Her fingertip could still feel the indentation on his skin, the mark where she had bitten him.

Qing Hang saw the eager excitement in her eyes. “No one controls me, why wouldn’t I dare?”

He smiled and lowered his head. Cheng Wanyue leaned back, and a slight pain spread along her nerves. He had left shallow teeth marks in the same spot.

The light reflected in his pupils like a cluster of flames.

“You want me to join you?” Cheng Wanyue remembered the doctor had told her it was best not to get tattoos. “No, Mom won’t allow it, but I can use temporary tattoos.”

Tattoos hurt, and Qing Hang knew she was afraid of pain.

“You don’t have to get a tattoo with me, just be with me.”

Her presence was enough for him.

The floor was cold, so Qing Hang carried her to the bed. Soon, she was yawning sleepily. She rarely suffered from insomnia, only regretting not bringing Coal Ball along.

Qing Hang had to do rounds at the hospital, so he made breakfast before leaving.

The earring was too small, making the chances of finding it very slim, but he still went to Cheng Wanyue’s studio first. It wasn’t there, so he searched for a long time nearby, but still couldn’t find it.

After finishing his rounds, Qing Hang called Cheng Wanyue to wake her up for breakfast.

During a break in a meeting, she sent him photos of the completely empty plates.

Qing Hang sat in the conference room, surrounded by colleagues from his department. Five minutes ago, they were discussing a patient’s surgery. All the patient’s indicators were slowly returning to normal. Although it was a small surgery, it was his first time as the lead surgeon.

This photo gave him a sense of accomplishment no less than the grateful smile of a patient after a successful surgery.

Cheng Wanyue wanted to watch the flag-raising ceremony, which required queuing up in the early morning. After eating breakfast, she went back to her room to sleep. Qing Hang finished his meeting early and went to the nearest mall.

On the first floor, there were many jewelry counters. He had bought a necklace there last time, and the saleslady was as enthusiastic as before, introducing him to the design concepts of various styles.

Qing Hang saw a blue diamond earring in the display cabinet. This blue was very similar to her hair color. Tiny diamonds were pieced together to form the shape of a moon, glittering under the light.

She would probably like it.

After paying, he went upstairs to the athletic apparel section. Cheng Wanyue’s suitcase only contained one pair of high heels. Watching the flag-raising ceremony involved a long wait in a crowded area, so high heels definitely wouldn’t work.

Qing Hang chose a pair of white sports shoes. The sales associate said they were the latest arrivals from yesterday. There was also a light pink pair in that size, which he also looked at, but he ultimately bought the white ones.

Because white paired best with black.

On the way home, he passed a flower shop. The light blue hydrangeas displayed in the window were very fresh, so he went in and bought a few stems.

He left empty-handed but returned with both hands full.

Cheng Wanyue was video calling Huo Zhi in her room. “Zhi Zhi, let me see Coal Ball.”

Huo Zhi had just woken up too. She leaned against the kitchen doorway, and Cheng Yanqing could be seen washing vegetables in the camera’s view. “It’s only been one night, are you worried your brother is mistreating it?”

She was wearing Cheng Yanqing’s clothes; Cheng Wanyue could tell.

Coal Ball usually slept in Cheng Yanqing’s room. Even if it was carried outside, it would scratch at the door in the middle of the night. It was impossible that he and Huo Zhi had simply slept under the covers last night.

“I’m afraid he’ll corrupt Coal Ball. Coal Ball is still young.”

“It probably misses you, it’s been in your room the whole time,” Huo Zhi didn’t move, only adjusted the phone camera so Cheng Wanyue could see Coal Ball.

Coal Ball sat at the foot of the bed, bathed in a beam of light. Its white fur seemed to glow, looking very regal.

Cheng Wanyue thought, I didn’t spoil it for nothing.

Huo Zhi said, “Your brother bought a lot of groceries, coming back for lunch?”

Cheng Wanyue wouldn’t go back to be a third wheel. “You guys eat. I’ll wait for Qing Hang. See you tonight.”

The bedroom door was open. Cheng Wanyue was lying on the pillow, looking at the cat, while Qing Hang looked at her.

Although she hadn’t heard the door open, she had actually spotted him in the phone video earlier. He took off his jacket and sat on the bed, and the mattress sank beneath his weight.

A second before the video call ended, Coal Ball’s paw stepped right on the camera.

She had brought pajamas, but after showering, she would still wear his clothes.

The temperature rose at noon. She was wearing little, so Qing Hang pulled the quilt over her bare legs. His hand didn’t withdraw, moving from her ankle upwards, touching her calf. The sensation was very much like milk pudding.

She rolled over and lay flat on the pillow. Sunlight fell on her neckline, and the skin there was so pale it was almost transparent, making the already faint teeth marks stand out.

The marks from her bites on Qing Hang were darker.

He leaned down and kissed that teeth mark, then put his arm around her waist, pulling her up to sit.

“I didn’t find it, but I bought a new one,” Qing Hang opened the bow tied on the box.

As he took out the pair of earrings, all his attention was on Cheng Wanyue.

Would she like them?

She definitely would.

“If you didn’t find it, don’t look anymore. Ah Yu won’t blame me. This shade of blue is also so beautiful, help me put it on,” Cheng Wanyue pushed her hair behind her ear. “You can keep the other one for me. If I lose it again, you’ll have one.”

“Okay, I’ll put it in the drawer.”

Qing Hang went to wash his hands to cook. Cheng Wanyue arranged the flowers in a vase and then went to the kitchen to help. She wanted to eat dumplings. Qing Hang had already prepared the filling and was about to start rolling the dumpling wrappers.

Her face was covered in flour, and his hands were wet, so he could only rub his face against hers.

The flour wasn’t wiped off, but they kissed anyway.

Cheng Wanyue was held as she sat on the counter, Qing Hang standing between her legs, swallowing her laughter. Her slightly cool hands reached into his clothes. He only left her for a brief second, cooperated by taking off his shirt, then smoothly slipped under the hem of her T-shirt.

She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

His nostrils were filled with the scent of shower gel. He took her nipple into his mouth, his tongue teasing the tender tip, while the other breast gradually became erect in his palm.

Across from the kitchen was another residential building. It was lunchtime, and Cheng Wanyue could still hear her neighbors talking.

Her left cheek felt slightly hot from the sunlight. She pulled Qing Hang’s short hair, pushing him away.

His breathing was heavy, a glistening wetness around his lips. He closed his eyes and leaned on her shoulder, gently biting her ear.

“Shall we do it?”

“No.”

Qing Hang was about to go to the restroom, but before he could turn around, she hugged his neck.

“I mean... let’s not cook first,” Cheng Wanyue was never shy in this regard. When the mood struck, eating dinner was no longer important.

She kissed him back, her hand reaching down to his waist to unbuckle his belt. After unbuckling it, she pulled it out, and the metallic clatter of the buckle hitting the floor was exceptionally clear.

His body was lifted, his underwear pulled off, dangling and swaying around his ankles.

She was hot and cold by turns. Qing Hang pulled her legs up to wrap around his waist and carried her out. He couldn’t even wait to go back to the bedroom, placing her on the living room sofa.

This was where they first met.

That day, one sat on the left, one on the right, with a large empty space in the middle.

Today, months later, they were inseparable.

Just like that dilapidated little house in Baicheng, she always complained that the cool chair was too hard, but he never put a cushion on it. This sofa was the same; it still had the cool pads used in summer.

At first, he was kneeling, burying his head between her legs in the bright light, like eating a smooth stick of butter. She struggled as if fighting for her life, trying to escape, but he forcefully pulled her down.

Later, she was kneeling, her knees red from friction. The pain stimulated the surging passion that came in waves. She didn’t even know when he had gone into the room to get the condom.

Faint sounds were shattered by the impact. She bit the back of her hand, and the clear liquid dripping onto the sofa might have been sweat or tears.

The warm, tight inner walls grew hotter and hotter, the junction already overflowing. Her body curled into a ball, yet she was still firmly pinned against the corner of the sofa by the man behind her.

Her nipples rubbed against the cushion with each thrust, a little painful. He reached one hand to the front and gripped them, yet it was far from gentle. A current of pleasure surged to her scalp, and she finally couldn’t bear it, her tensed waist collapsing.

Soft kisses fell on her back. Qing Hang kissed her sweat-soaked neck, stroking her flushed cheeks.

He was still buried inside her, feeling her sensitivity after orgasm. Every inch of flesh was contracting wildly, convulsing, enveloping him even more tightly.

He slowly pulled out, then thrust back in violently, as if to flatten every crease inside her.

“Qing Hang,” she didn’t know how enticing her tearful voice was, calling his name repeatedly, “Qing Hang...”

Qing Hang deliberately misinterpreted. “Do you want to change places?”

Although his room was on the shaded side, it was already noon, and the bedroom was as bright as the living room.

He picked up Cheng Wanyue. With each step, his cock slowly drilled deeper into her body. Her opening was pitifully stretched, dripping wet and red, as if it had been roughly abused.

She was dazed, as if all the moisture had been sucked out of her.

The remaining half box of condoms was by the bed, within easy reach for Qing Hang.

Cheng Wanyue used her last bit of strength to roll over and climb onto him, her limbs wrapping around him. “No more, let’s wait until I’ve eaten.”

Anyway, they wouldn’t be leaving until the early hours of the morning, so there was plenty of time today.

Qing Hang gently wiped the sweat from her back, his gaze falling on the two shoe boxes in the living room.

If he asked her to try them on now, she probably wouldn’t get angry.