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“What?”
Bo Ying was amused by his words and raised her hand to lightly punch his chest. “Who hurt whom, exactly?”
He Jingxiu was momentarily stunned, then lowered his gaze and smiled, “I hurt you.”
For a moment, the sunlight seemed to be obscured by clouds.
Bo Ying looked up at him, watching the outline of his profile bathed in sunlight. Whether it was her imagination or not, she felt that he somehow overlapped with his university self at this moment.
Even though she had no idea what he was like in university.
Noticing her dazed gaze, He Jingxiu lowered his eyes and softly asked, “What are you thinking?”
Bo Ying snapped back to reality, not wanting to spoil the happy atmosphere. Her eyes darted around, and she mischievously insisted, “Don’t try to change the subject. Hurry up and tell me, who was the most beautiful?”
As she spoke, she provocatively cupped He Jingxiu’s face.
He Jingxiu couldn’t help but laugh, and coughed, “To be honest, I really don’t know.”
He added, “I can’t remember clearly.”
He never paid attention to unimportant people. As for important people, even the slightest emotional change, he could detect immediately.
Upon hearing this answer, Bo Ying wasn’t entirely satisfied, but she was also a little happy.
No one wanted the person they liked to not have eyes only for them from beginning to end.
Bo Ying was a common person, just a young girl in love, and naturally, she was no exception.
Her lips curved upwards, and her eyebrows raised, “Oh.”
He Jingxiu pinched her nose, “What else do you want to ask?”
“Were there many girls who pursued you?”
He Jingxiu: “...”
He was silent for a moment, looking at her, “Didn’t pay attention.”
Bo Ying choked slightly, nodded, and said, “That means there were a lot.”
If it were just two or three, he would definitely remember. Only if there were many would he not bother to notice or intentionally remember.
He Jingxiu didn’t dare to respond, fearing that saying more would lead to more mistakes.
Actually, Bo Ying wasn’t genuinely trying to settle old scores with him. Aside from anything else, their high school relationship could be said to have started, or it could be said to have never started.
Moreover, they had completely separated during university, so even if He Jingxiu had dated in university or graduate school, that would have been perfectly normal. They were separated, and he had the right to choose again, just like her.
Of course, knowing that he hadn’t, her joy only increased.
Bo Ying eyed him, then asked about other irrelevant matters.
He Jingxiu answered truthfully.
What Bo Ying was most curious about wasn’t actually how many people liked He Jingxiu. What she wanted to know most was whether he was happy during the years she wasn’t a part of his life, whether he enjoyed his university life, and whether he indulged freely during his younger years.
Naturally, he must have.
He Jingxiu was someone who would move forward. His heart might stay in place, but his life would progress.
During his four years of university, he couldn’t say he ‘enjoyed’ it, but he did everything young people would do, everything they liked to do.
Except for dating.
Just as he told Bo Ying before, he went camping, went on road trips—he had done all of those things.
The few of them, a group of young men, even chased the aurora borealis, walking on a frozen lake, their noses and ears numb from the wind, as if completely frozen, losing all sensation.
He Jingxiu told Bo Ying that they had also watched the sunrise in the desert.
It was incredibly beautiful, an orange-yellow hue that, once it appeared, filled one with hope. At that moment, witnessing the sunrise, you realize that all your previous efforts were worth it.
Listening, Bo Ying felt a sudden sense of being there herself.
As He Jingxiu described it, it was as if she too had visited those places he had been.
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The sky suddenly darkened.
They tidied up, planning to eat something simple for dinner.
At the summit campsite, there were barbecue grills and hotpot sets available for rent.
Bo Ying hesitated for a moment, then chose hotpot.
Barbecue required self-service, and even if He Jingxiu would help her grill, she couldn’t bear to see him constantly busy.
After one meal, she would be full, but he might not be.
They had a rather unluxurious hotpot meal.
After eating, the surrounding lights came on.
Many people were camping this season. There were several tents next to Bo Ying and He Jingxiu’s, neatly arranged and extending to the other side.
Tents lined both sides, with a narrow path in the middle.
Bo Ying stood in front of the tent, looking around and hearing the distant sounds of laughter and singing.
She raised an eyebrow, curiously asking, “Is there some activity over there?”
He Jingxiu lowered his eyes, “Want to go take a look?”
“Okay.”
They walked towards the far end.
As they got closer, they realized it was a company holding a weekend team-building event. They were playing games, and those who lost had to perform in the middle—singing or dancing was fine.
Bo Ying watched for a while, bursting into laughter, “Why hasn’t our company had a team-building event yet?”
“...”
He Jingxiu looked at her, reminding her, “They’re usually at the end of the year.”
Bo Ying “oh-ed,” excitedly, “Where do they usually go?”
“Hot spring resorts, mountain climbing, etc.”
“...Quite boring,” After listening, Bo Ying gave a serious evaluation.
He Jingxiu curved his lips slightly, then lowered his gaze and asked, “Where do you want to go?”
Upon hearing this, Bo Ying turned to look at him, “Can I go wherever I want?”
He Jingxiu raised an eyebrow, “What do you think?”
For some reason, Bo Ying understood the hidden meaning in his eyes. She felt a slight blush, turning her head away as her face grew warm, “Then no, as a boss, you should listen more to your employees’ opinions.”
She whispered, “Don’t be a corrupt ruler.”
He Jingxiu chuckled, “Being a corrupt ruler is quite good too.”
Bo Ying choked.
She glared at him, then hooked her arm through his, “No, everyone should go wherever they want, I’m fine with anything.”
He Jingxiu laughed wryly, agreeing.
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After wandering around for a bit, Bo Ying and He Jingxiu returned to wash up.
There was a designated washing area at the summit. She carried the disposable change of clothes she had bought at the supermarket and walked towards the washing area.
The place wasn’t big, but it was relatively clean.
She let He Jingxiu wash up first, then she went in.
When Bo Ying came out after washing, the man was waiting for her at the entrance. He stood tall and straight, his back as upright as a pine tree.
He was wearing the trench coat he had brought up the mountain and had his back to her.
As she was about to walk forward, she vaguely noticed something amiss: someone was standing in front of He Jingxiu.
Bo Ying shifted slightly and looked closely. Oh, there were two beautiful girls holding their phones in front of him.
Her steps halted, and she simply stood still.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, He Jingxiu turned to look back.
Their gazes met.
A moment later, he turned back and said something to the two girls. The girls left, and he turned to walk towards Bo Ying.
There were no bright streetlights at the summit. The lights were small lamps hung on tree branches, creating a very artistic atmosphere.
The light color resembled a sunset dusk, very beautiful.
Bo Ying lowered her head, watching the man’s shadow grow closer, then fall over her.
She looked up, feigning anger, glared at him, snorted, and walked forward.
“...”
He Jingxiu was momentarily startled, then hurriedly followed.
“Give me your things.”
He was referring to the toiletries she was holding.
“No,” Bo Ying’s pampered demeanor showed, “I can carry them myself.”
As she spoke, her foot stepped on a rock, and she stumbled to the side.
He Jingxiu swiftly caught her arm, pulling her into his embrace.
They had just finished washing up, and their bodies carried the same scent of shower gel.
It was the milk shower gel scent that Bo Ying had chosen earlier at the supermarket at the foot of the mountain.
Bo Ying didn’t particularly like this scent. She had always thought this brand of shower gel didn’t smell good; the milk scent wasn’t like milk, and besides being faint, it also smelled a bit cheap.
But in the small supermarket at the foot of the mountain, she couldn’t be picky and had to make do.
However, smelling it on the man now, Bo Ying suddenly felt differently.
She distractedly thought, Did this brand of shower gel go high-end? Why does it smell so good?
As she was thinking, the man’s hand rested on her shoulder, its warmth passing through her clothes.
Bo Ying’s body trembled. She instinctively licked her lips, reined in her chaotic, unseemly thoughts, and haughtily stomped her foot, saying angrily, “What’s with this rock? Don’t they know it’s easy to twist an ankle if it’s left here?”
He Jingxiu saw her reddened earlobes in the light shining down from the trees.
He raised his sword-like eyebrows and smiled faintly.
“Mhm,” he responded, “We’ll mention it to the person in charge here when we leave.”
Bo Ying: “...”
She was slightly embarrassed, looking up and glaring at him.
He Jingxiu chuckled, cupping her face and gently soothing her chin with his thumb, “Are you angry?”
“Yes,” Bo Ying said candidly, “How are you going to coax me?”
He Jingxiu raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with a smile as he looked at her.
“I’ll tell you later.”
For some reason, Bo Ying looked into his eyes and felt that what he said might not be what she was thinking.
She was silent for a moment, then reminded him, “I want real coaxing.”
He Jingxiu: “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely coax you until you’re satisfied.”
“...”
Bo Ying snorted, “You haven’t even coaxed me yet, how do you know I’ll be satisfied?”
He Jingxiu paused, didn’t answer directly, but instead changed the subject and asked, “Do you still want to see the stars?”
The weather was good during the day, and this was also a suburban area. With good luck, there would be stars at midnight.
Knowing they were coming here, Bo Ying had repeatedly mumbled that she wanted to get up at night to see the stars. She even told He Jingxiu that if she fell asleep, he had to wake her up.
The topic changed too quickly, and Bo Ying was momentarily bewildered, “You don’t want to see them?”
“No.”
He Jingxiu raised his hand, tucked her hair behind her ear, and said in a deep voice, “If you want to see them, we’ll see them.”
Bo Ying felt his words were strange, but for a moment, she couldn’t find the flaw in them.
She looked at him suspiciously for a long while but still couldn’t figure it out.
Walking back to the tent, Bo Ying looked up at the night sky.
Only a brilliant crescent moon hung in the night sky; the stars had not yet shown themselves.
She yawned, then simply lay down inside, calling out to He Jingxiu, “I’ll play for a bit first, then watch later.”
He Jingxiu had no objection.
They lay together.
At first, Bo Ying felt everything was normal, not noticing anything unusual.
Until she restlessly turned over and touched the man’s arm. She froze, then foolishly asked, “Are you very hot?”
He Jingxiu’s arm was burning hot.
“...”
With the question out, He Jingxiu looked at her with a deep gaze.
The tent zipper had long been pulled up, with only a small opening to let the outside wind in for them to breathe normally.
Bo Ying was a little afraid of the dark, so He Jingxiu had prepared a small table lamp and hung it at the top of the tent. The lamp’s light was very dim, not glaring, but just enough for them to see each other clearly.
He Jingxiu didn’t say a word.
Bo Ying instinctively reached out to touch him again, wanting to see if it was her imagination. Before her hand could reach his arm, her wrist was seized by the man, and she was uncontrollably pulled into his embrace.
Bo Ying’s nose hit his hard chest, and she let out a pained ‘hiss’.
She raised her hand, just about to get up from him, when she suddenly noticed something was off, and her wandering mind returned.
Listening to the man’s heavy breathing, her ears felt hot, and her body, as if infected by him, began to heat up.
Facing the man’s deep gaze, Bo Ying nervously swallowed. Just as she was about to say something, before the words could leave her mouth, He Jingxiu embraced her, rolled over, and found her lips, kissing her deeply.
Outside the tent, people came and went, many staying up late at night to watch the stars.
Inside the tent, the temperature intensified, and heartbeats quickened.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and the heat of their bodies had nowhere to hide.
Bo Ying’s heart beat fast, and He Jingxiu’s was even faster.
They were like a burning bonfire, their skin scalding hot.
He Jingxiu’s hand rested on her waist, his alluring breath falling on her cheek, slightly ticklish.
He covered her, but didn’t put his weight on Bo Ying.
At first, Bo Ying didn’t quite react.
By the time she did, her hand had uncontrollably hooked around his neck, responding to his kiss.
They embraced each other in the small tent.
The scent of milk shower gel seemed to grow stronger and more intense, rushing directly into her nostrils.
Bo Ying felt like a fish swimming in water, or a dandelion drying in the sun. She couldn’t control her body at all, nor could she stop the wind from blowing and scattering her.
By now, she seemed to understand what He Jingxiu meant by ‘coaxing’ her.
He was kissing her, pleasing her, but still holding back from further action.
Bo Ying was wearing a long-sleeved base layer, specially prepared for sleeping.
She had clothes on underneath, convenient for getting up in the middle of the night to watch the stars. But now, they became an obstruction. Yet, they also seemed not to be an obstruction; instead, they became tools in the man’s hands.
The edges of her clothes intermittently brushed against her skin, an indescribable sensation.
It seemed itchy, and yet a little painful.
All the sensations were given to her by the person in front of her.
Bo Ying’s drowsiness was chased away by the man. Her thoughts drifted with him.
At this moment, He Jingxiu seemed to transform into a stream, and she was an inconspicuous stone in the stream. The water flowed swiftly over and past her, this small stone.
The air inside the tent became thin. Bo Ying suddenly felt as if she were in a high-altitude plateau, her breathing becoming difficult and hurried.
She instinctively moved closer to He Jingxiu, trying to lower her body temperature, but it had the opposite effect.
The temperature continued to rise, as if flowing backward from autumn to a scorching summer, making it suffocating to breathe.
She didn’t know how long passed, but her body was drenched in sweat.
Or perhaps it wasn’t sweat; chaotic scents mixed together, her cheeks flushed, keeping the temperature inside the tent from dissipating, lingering in her nostrils.
She reached out, instinctively wanting to grasp something, but held onto nothing.
From her current angle, she could only see the man’s dark hair.
He was kissing her.
His lips moved over her body, from her cheeks downwards, stopping at a flat area.
Bo Ying had marks left by him on her body, very ambiguous.
His lips were hot yet soft, making her itch with desire, and she fell in love with the feeling of kissing him.
In the past, when Bo Ying read comics, she would occasionally see such descriptive words, but always felt they weren’t quite real.
At this moment, she realized... the feeling of being kissed like this by the person she loved was even more captivating and exciting than the descriptions in comics.
Bo Ying’s breath hitched, her heart in her throat.
“No...”
The next second, He Jingxiu felt for her buttons.
Half a minute later, he leaned close to Bo Ying’s ear and asked in a husky voice, “On purpose?”
The buttons simply wouldn’t unfasten.
Bo Ying genuinely felt very wronged.
She hadn’t known she would be camping with him, nor had she known such a scene would unfold.
If she had known earlier, she definitely would have only worn a dress.
“I...” Bo Ying’s cheeks were flushed, her throat dry, and she mumbled hoarsely, “It’s your own problem.”
These words undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.
He Jingxiu opened his mouth, lightly biting her earlobe, his voice unbelievably hoarse. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he suppressed his tone and asked, “Hmm? What did you say?”
Bo Ying had no chance to speak again.
She felt the man’s hand, struggling to unfasten the buttons.
Without the obstruction of clothing, the warmth of the man’s palm transferred more clearly to her.
Bo Ying’s body trembled, slightly stiffening.
She wanted to remind He Jingxiu of something, but she couldn’t remember what.
In a daze, the man lowered his head and kissed her.
She couldn’t describe the feeling. Bo Ying’s hands weakly lifted and fell. She struggled, not wanting him to do these things to her, but she truly had no strength.
His tongue was hot and soft, like a nimble fish in the deep sea, wagging its tail, full of curiosity, burying itself deeper and deeper.
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