#60: Table Tennis

Qing Hang said it didn’t hurt that much, much better than getting an IV.

Cheng Wanyue was half-convinced. The tattoo artist seemed very confident, so she felt the artist’s words were more believable.

After it was over, Cheng Wanyue breathed a huge sigh of relief. The artist wrapped the tattooed area with cling film and gave a few instructions. After Qing Hang paid, he turned around and saw a wrinkle she had made in the cushion on the sofa.

She was very afraid of pain.

Was she this nervous when she got her ears pierced too?

And she had three piercings.

Today, they took a different way home. They got off at the nearest bus stop, and by the roadside was a table tennis court where a little boy, wearing a red scarf, was playing. He was probably an elementary school student.

Cheng Wanyue walked slower and slower, and Qing Hang also slowed his pace.

Qing Hang followed her gaze. “Want to play?”

The sound of the ping-pong ball hitting the paddle was crisp, and Cheng Wanyue was a little tempted. “Ten minutes?”

“Mm,” Qing Hang took her hand and walked towards the court.

The little boy was waiting for his mom to get off work. His classmates had already gone home, so he could only practice with the paddle alone. Qing Hang went over and asked if he could borrow a paddle. The boy was looking for someone to play with and readily agreed.

Cheng Wanyue saw Qing Hang get the paddle and placed his suit jacket on the long bench.

She ran relays every time in junior high sports meets, so she wasn’t bad at sports, but this was her first time playing table tennis. She couldn’t even hold the paddle properly.

Qing Hang walked behind her, one arm reaching around to the front, covering her hand, and adjusting her grip. “Hold it like this.”

Seeing this, the little boy wasn’t too happy. “Are you two playing together?”

Qing Hang explained, “She doesn’t know how; I’m teaching her. It doesn’t count as two people.”

“Kid, we’re not bullying you,” Cheng Wanyue couldn’t help but laugh when she saw the boy’s disdainful expression. “Are you really good?”

The boy looked up. “Not exceptionally good, but I’m the best in my class.”

“Wow, what a coincidence,” Cheng Wanyue gave a thumbs-up and pointed backward. “He’s also the best in our class. Although I’m bringing down his skill level, he’s an adult, and you’re a child. If you win, you’re still impressive.”

“Pfft,” the little boy sniffed, clearly not taking them seriously.

“Oh dear,” Cheng Wanyue’s competitive spirit was instantly ignited. “Qing Hang, beat him.”

It turned out that one should not underestimate elementary school students these days.

She was like a heavy burden dragging Qing Hang down; the score was embarrassing. The little boy probably thought his opponents were too weak and didn’t even want to play with them anymore, even serving half-heartedly.

Newcomers like Cheng Wanyue loved balls with little force. She could already return several shots.

They lost without any surprise in the end.

Qing Hang bought two bottles of yogurt, giving one to the little boy. Cheng Wanyue even made an appointment with him to continue the match tomorrow.

Cheng Yanqing’s work in Beijing was nearing its end, and he would return to his original company at the end of the month. Cheng Wanyue had been living at Qing Hang’s place since returning from Nanjing and hadn’t mentioned moving back.

Tomorrow after tomorrow, she had already stayed for twenty days.

Hospital work was busy. Qing Hang could rest for a day after his night shift. Four to five hours of sleep in the morning were enough for him. He would pick up Cheng Wanyue from work in the afternoon, and they wouldn’t return too late.

It was raining outside. Cheng Wanyue got into bed after washing up, and he was warm beside her.

She accidentally scrolled through Chi Yue’s Moments and remembered that she still owed Chi Yue a meal. She tapped his WeChat profile picture and messaged him, asking if his allergies were better.

The hand on her shoulder tightened silently, and Cheng Wanyue leaned into his embrace.

Although Chi Yue had returned her lost earring, she still wore the one Qing Hang gave her.

The room was dim. Qing Hang watched her ask Chi Yue when he was free, watching her typing pause for a few seconds as she changed “I’ll treat you to dinner” to “We’ll treat you to dinner.”

Chi Yue hadn’t replied yet when her phone was suddenly pulled away. Cheng Wanyue instinctively turned to look.

Qing Hang wasn’t wearing a shirt.

After the tattoo scabbed and peeled off naturally, both the color and shape were very realistic, like a fresh bite mark.

Cheng Wanyue leaned in and kissed it. The next second, Qing Hang rolled over.

A shadow pressed down from above. Her hands, wandering everywhere, were also pressed into the pillow. The sound of rain was a gentle patter, and the strands of hair tangled in his fingers became more intertwined.

Her hair had grown a bit longer.

Her phone vibrated twice, and she struggled to look at it.

Qing Hang picked up the phone. On the screen was a message from Chi Yue:

[Beautiful girl, isn’t it a bit late for you to care about me now?]

[I’m not in Beijing. I’ll be back in a few days. Let’s just owe it for now.]

Beautiful girl...

Did Chi Yue call her a beautiful girl?

She reached out to grab it, but Qing Hang tossed the phone away, lowering his head to swallow her complaining sounds.

The more one gets, the more one desires.

His desk now had a ping-pong paddle and her usual cosmetics. His wardrobe was filled with her clothes. There was her hair on his pillow, and her finished magazines on the sofa. He could even distinguish her unique scent from the damp smell of rain.

But it wasn’t enough.

Her world had many people; at least in bed, she should only think of him.

His warm lips moved down her neck, giving Cheng Wanyue a chance to turn her head and gasp for breath. Every curve of her body was explored by him. As the weather turned cooler, she liked to go to hot springs, so she didn’t allow him to leave marks on her. His restless desires were all taken out on her tender nipples.

He gently bit and ground, hearing her delicate cries of pain, then switched to a soft tongue to lick and soothe.

The other side also became erect in his palm.

He knelt between her legs, his hot, wet kisses slowly moving downwards. With each deeper thrust, the bridge of his nose pressed exactly against her engorged clit, and his tongue delved deeper without knowing its bounds.

Her disjointed sounds changed pitch, sometimes drawn out, sometimes short, her waist arching in a beautiful curve. She couldn’t maintain it for long before falling weakly back onto the bed, even her slender white toes tightly curled.

Her skin flushed with a shimmering crimson, and her gaze towards him was filled with a misty passion.

He entered her body during her orgasm, becoming her only lifeline.