A drop of warmth suddenly fell on the back of my hand.
Lu Yinbing knew that those were Xia Yitong's tears, not because of sadness. So he tilted his head and kissed her ear, then smiled mischievously, "You don't want to?"
Xia Yitong cried, "Yes, yes!" She took the ring from the box and put it into Lu Yinbing's hand, as if she was afraid that she would regret it the next moment. "Put it on me."
Xia Yitong heard a burst of joyful laughter in her ears. Lu Yinbing took her hand, put his arm around her waist and put the ring on her.
"Does it look good?" Lu Yinbing asked.
Xia Yitong sniffed and nodded.
Lu Yinbing straightened her body and held her face with one hand. In the morning light in the room, the two of them stared at each other, moved closer to each other, and quietly exchanged a kiss that was so long that they almost forgot the time.
Ten minutes later, Lu Yinbing loosened his embrace and held her hand instead, telling her about painting in the hospital. Bed number four was discharged two days ago, and she hadn't had time to tell Xia Yitong. Xia Yitong really showed her sincere blessing. There were also those photos, some of which Xia Yitong had never seen before, and were secretly taken by Lu Yinbing. What made Xia Yitong laugh was that a small part of them were taken from paparazzi.
The studios where paparazzi work are simply for the purpose of making money, so when they have information they usually contact celebrities. Normally as long as the celebrities can offer a suitable price, the information will be delivered to them intact.
The two talked about what happened from the year before last to the present, from the first time Xia Yitong knocked on her door and was yelled at, to the three times she slammed the door later. They both felt it was weird to stand and chat. There was no bed in the room, only a chair in front of the piano. Lu Yinbing asked Xia Yitong to sit on her lap and recall the past stories together.
Xia Yitong was talking excitedly when her eyes turned and she saw something out of the corner of her eye. It was a pair of miniature Bluetooth speakers hidden in the corner of the piano tripod. Next to the speakers was Lu Yinbing's mobile phone. She pointed at it and asked, "What is this?"
Lu Yinbing rolled his eyes, looked at her mysteriously, and said, "Want to know?"
Xia Yitong nodded.
Lu Yinbing took the phone from above, unlocked it, and the interface that popped up was a recording file called "Piano Accompaniment of "Eyes"". Amid Xia Yitong's shocked expression, Lu Yinbing pressed the play button.
The beautiful and smooth piano accompaniment poured out from the speakers like flowing water, exactly the same as what Xia Yitong had just heard.
Xia Yitong: “… … … …”
So Lu Yinbing's bullet was fake
Lu Yinbing raised his head and chin, and said quite reasonably: "It's enough if you can play the piano. If I can play it, wouldn't I be stealing your job?"
Xia Yitong: “… … … …”
She had only heard of lip-syncing, but had never heard of fake playing. She still couldn't recover from this shocking fact.
Lu Yinbing looked at her for a while, lowered his head and rubbed his nose with his fingers, and confessed shyly: "I have learned everything, but I don't have much accomplishment in music. I wanted to play it myself, but I have been staying in the hospital for a few days, and I have to be busy with other things, so I only learned half a song stumblingly."
Lu Yinbing immediately played half of the song on the piano keys according to the score. It was obvious that he had learned it seriously, but it was also obvious that his finger movements were not as skillful as those of Xia Yitong, who had been practicing the piano for many years. His eyes were following the score, and the connection between the notes was a little awkward.
Lu Yinbing stopped playing, lowered her eyes and looked at the black and white piano keys, feeling a little guilty, and said, "I was afraid that if I got nervous, I would play the wrong notes and ruin the proposal, so I asked a friend who can play the piano to record a song for me. I didn't mean to do that, I—"
Her eyes suddenly widened. Xia Yitong had already leaned over to seal her lips with a kiss. She was already so moved that she didn't care about such a small matter.
The two of them unconsciously changed positions while kissing. Lu Yinbing sat in Xia Yitong's arms, squinting his eyes comfortably, feeling the warm but not scorching temperature of the sunlight coming in from the window.
Suddenly a familiar melody rang in my ears.
Being pushed by reality/dreams will be deformed/persistence makes people/feel tired/I just look at you/with an understanding expression/smile rises/and can continue...
Her mind moved slightly, and she saw through the corner of her eye that Xia Yitong's slender and beautiful fingers fell on the piano keys, as flexible as the most outstanding dancer.
After playing most of the first part, Xia Yitong let her go, took a deep breath, looked at her with bright eyes, and slowly opened his mouth. His voice, which was born for singing, followed the ending part of the melody, gently and softly: "Sometimes love is a look/Chases away all the depression/It's you who reminds me that I'm not alone/With you, everything is possible/Because we trust each other/True love doesn't need guarantees/It keeps a constant temperature~"
In the sunshine, the woman wearing only cartoon short-sleeved pajamas—her windbreaker was taken off after she entered the door—had fingers like elves, eyes slightly closed, and a warm smile on her lips, like a beautiful and shocking picture, firmly imprinted in Lu Yinbing's heart.
She had seen the video of Xia Yitong singing and playing the guitar on her Weibo last time. She was happy to lick the screen, but also jealous. Such a beautiful girlfriend was seen by other people. When she was performing in front of her in person, Lu Yinbing was so excited that she was speechless. There was no word she could utter in her heart except "Ahhh".
Finally, she pressed Xia Yiting on the piano and kissed her hard, and started touching her randomly. Xia Yiting felt her passion, and her sleeping body could be ignited by a small spark, and they almost had an indescribable experience in the piano room.
If Xia Yiting hadn't been carried onto the piano before the piano cover was even put down, and the keys had not emitted a "grieved and angry tremolo of love" that said "I will die if you dare to do this to me", Xia Yiting would have gotten down, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. The two of them looked at each other sweetly, then looked down and saw the rings on each other's hands. They both felt inexplicably embarrassed, and held hands and opened the door.
There were three parents standing at the door, looking at the sky, the ground, and out the window, concentrating their attention as if to say, "We are busy, don't disturb us."
Lu Yinbing: “…”
Xia Yitong: “…”
When did they come over and how much did they hear
The two of them greeted the elders in turn. The three parents nodded and their eyes fixed when they saw them holding hands. Liu Xinmin reached out to pinch her husband's arm. Lu Yunzhang covered the back of Liu Xinmin's hand tightly. The dean clenched his fists and his eyes suddenly widened.
The two pretended not to notice their strange gazes and went back to their room together.
I heard whispers from behind:
"Ring, ring, did you see it? Old Lu! Mother-in-law!"
“I saw it!”
"He actually proposed. I was right."
"It's so romantic for young couples to propose nowadays, and they even play the piano, Lao Lu!"
"Play, play, play. I'll go learn it now and play it for you every day."
"Go to hell, the mother-in-law is still here! Guess who asked for it?"
"I guess our daughter."
"I guess Xia Tong."
"How about... one of you go ask?"
"You should go..."
…
Before entering the door, Lu Yinbing suddenly turned around and said, "Mom, we're not going to have breakfast. We won't go out in the morning."
Xia Yitong was embarrassed and wanted to clarify, but Lu Yinbing grabbed her shoulders and pushed her into the room. The door slammed shut. The three parents sighed at the same time, seemingly disgusted, but with smiles on their eyes, and went downstairs to prepare for breakfast.
As soon as Xia Yitong turned around, she was pressed against the door panel. Lu Yinbing supported her lower back with one hand and pinched her chin with the other hand. Without giving her any time to react, he continued with what he had not finished in the piano room.
The clothes that got in the way were thrown aside carelessly, on the sofa or on the floor. Without any extra attention to irrelevant things, Lu Yinbing held her crossed wrists with one hand, pressed them on the top of her head, and kissed down along her smooth neck. Xia Yitong's eyes were watery, which was a sign of arousal. She could not help but raise her neck and put it to her lips, humming in a mosquito-like voice: "... Filming, don't leave marks."
Lu Yinbing was gentle in this area, but in return, he increased the strength of his hand on her chest. Xia Yitong's breathing stagnated, and then she gasped. Later, Xia Yitong could hardly stand, her legs were shaking, and she supported herself by hooking her hands around Lu Yinbing's neck, begging to go to the bed, but Lu Yinbing refused, and touched her hot and wet buttocks, and whispered, "Come up."
Where to go
Xia Yitong's eyes turned red and his gaze was blurred as he tried hard to analyze the meaning of this sentence.
Lu Yinbing released the hands that were restraining her, spread her legs apart, and hooked one of them around his waist, clearly hinting her where to go. Xia Yitong understood this time, but she had no strength and her waist and legs were weak.
"Help me." Her voice was as soft as freshly melted sugar water.
"Glad to help." Lu Yinbing attentively supported her hips, held her earlobe in his mouth, and whispered vaguely, "Hold tight, don't fall."
"Ah? What?" only flashed through Xia Yitong's mind, and the next moment she was overcome by Lu Yinbing's unconcealable enthusiasm. Her rationality was completely destroyed, leaving nothing behind.
After the ceremony, Xia Yitong was carried to the bed with sore hands and feet and wrapped in a blanket. She was still groggy and her cheeks were flushed. She pointed at a small puddle of water on the wooden floor by the door and said, "That needs to be cleaned up..."
"No hurry." Lu Yinbing laughed. A girlfriend who always remembers hygiene is really cute. She slipped her hand into the quilt and moved it over Xia Yitong's still hot body. Xia Yitong arched her back reflexively and was easily aroused to tremble. She exclaimed, "Teacher Lu—"
Lu Yinbing didn't give her a chance to speak. He leaned over and covered her. After a brief foreplay, he got down to business again.
When they came out of the bedroom, it was almost noon. The room was a mess, and even the bathroom was a mess. Xia Yitong yawned continuously, holding Lu Yinbing's arm, and fell asleep while walking.