But, Zongye, I like you so much.
This is like something you would hear in a dream.
Zong Ye stared blankly at the big screen, his breathing stopped for a moment, and he couldn't tell whether this was a dream or reality.
Jiang Chuyi felt shy, so she turned around and sat down. She continued watching the movie as if nothing had happened, and after waiting for a while, there was still no movement next to her.
This time, Zongye was silent for a long time.
Jiang Chuyi tilted her head curiously, and he was still in the same posture, as if he was frozen in place.
Zong was so calm, but she was surprised to find that his eyes were red.
She asked tentatively: "Zongye, what's wrong with you?"
Zongye seemed to smile, but also seemed not to. "Chuyi, thank you."
"no need thank me?"
"Thank you... for liking me."
His thin back was slightly arched, and he covered his face with his hands, not daring to let his expression continue to be exposed to her eyes.
The sea in the movie glowed blue. Zongye was also submerged in the sea. The slow and intense sweetness was like the sea water, enveloping him, making him dizzy and suffocating.
I like you.
These four words merged into his blood, reached his limbs, and even made his entire soul tremble and ache.
If someone asked Zongye what Jiang Chuyi meant to him.
He thought he would answer, it is this sea.
At the most difficult time in his life, Zong Ye fell in love with Jiang Chuyi.
On that sunny afternoon, she said goodbye to him with a smile.
He fell into the endless sea. The surface of the sea was deep blue with only the vague shadows cast by the stars.
The scattered, pitifully few fragments of memory related to her were like tangled seaweed, pulling him down little by little, and Zong Ye would occasionally feel hopeless.
After floating in this sea for many years, he was like a drop of water waiting to evaporate. He had given up many fantasies and even began to yearn for her to just look at him a few more times and remember him.
It's okay to be a little blurry.
Only in this way can he get a moment of relief.
It sounds desperate, but as the tides rise and fall and the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, he always holds a glimmer of hope.
He stubbornly stayed where he was, trapped in the rain, trapped in the minute when the camera produced the film, trapped in this lonely one-man show.
After thousands of days and nights, spanning a decade, Zong finally got a response.
—He finally floated to the shore from the star-filled sea.
Jiang Chuyi sat with him in silence.
He suddenly called her, "Chu Yi."
"Um?"
"This seems to be the first time you took the initiative to say that you like me."
"Yeah?"
She was slightly confused as to how she remembered having said it so many times.
"I didn't ask you, nor did I force you." Zongye smiled, "But you still like me."
Jiang Chuyi muttered: "I like you..."
"I like you, too."
Argo is drawing to a close.
Souya silently played with the box of mints, fiddling with the lid with his fingertips, closing it again, and repeating the action.
After repeating this several times, he put the mint into his palm.
Zongye glanced at her, lifted the horizontal bar between the seats with the back of his hand, and asked, "Chu Yi, is there a surveillance camera in this room?"
Jiang Chuyi immediately understood what he meant, "You can't kiss here, there are so many people outside."
"Then, do you want to come home with me?" Zongye tilted his head, "One hundred million is being raised by my uncle, do you want to see the cat?"
"Look at the cat..." She hesitated and repeated the words, "That's fine."
"If, I say, my uncle won't come back today." Zongye stared at her and paused, "Will you still go to see the cat?"
Jiang Chuyi is quiet.
Zongye lowered his eyes and started playing with the box of mints without saying anything. He waited quietly, as if to give her enough time to think it over, as if she still had room to regret.
The ending song sounded, and the black and white subtitles made the box instantly darker.
Seeing that he was still sitting still, Jiang Chuyi moved and poked him.
Zongye paused, lowered his arm from playing with the box, and tilted his head to look at her, "What's wrong?"
"Aren't we going to see the cat?" Jiang Chuyi felt her face burning, and she didn't dare to look back. Her voice became much weaker, "The movie is over, why aren't you leaving yet..."
*
During the journey, Jiang Chuyi sat in the passenger seat, looking calm and composed, but actually she was in a state of confusion. Although she had basic physiological knowledge, it was obvious that there was a huge gap between theory and practice.
Fortunately, the way back was also blocked, leaving Jiang Chuyi enough time to ask for help.
Scrolling through the "personal experiences" that came up on Baidu, Jiang Chuyi glanced at Zong Ye with a guilty conscience, picked up his phone, turned his body, and leaned against the passenger door in a slightly deliberate posture.
Jiang Chuyi: "Xiaoyi, are you there? Do you have time? I may need to consult you about something."
Chen Yi: "You still have time to come to me now? Zong Ye is not incapable of doing this."
Jiang Chuyi: "Can you be serious?"
Chen Yi: "Okay, let me be serious. What do you want from me?"
Jiang Chuyi carefully considered her words and revised the question she wanted to ask Chen Yi several times. No matter how she looked at it, she felt something was wrong, so she gritted her teeth and sent it out.
Jiang Chuyi: "Didn't you tell me before that when you had your virginity, it was too painful and you tried several times but failed? How did you succeed in the end?"
There was silence on the other side for several minutes.
Chen Yi: “…”
Chen Yi: “?”
Chen Yi: "Jiang! Chu! Yi! Do you want to check what dirty words you are saying? Who is the one who is not serious?!"
Chen Yi: "Oh! Ma! Gah! What did I hear?! Yi Jianzongqing is about to do it, oh my god, oh my god, you are finally going to have sex!"
Jiang Chuyi: "I'm asking you something serious, can you be more serious?"
The car was waiting for the traffic light. Zong Ye turned his head and saw Jiang Chuyi huddled in a corner, with a troubled look on his face and his fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard.
He smiled: "Who are you chatting with?"
"Ah?" Hearing his voice, Jiang Chuyi immediately put down her phone, her expression unable to suppress her embarrassment, "With my friend."
Zong Ye guessed casually: "Chen Yi?"
Jiang Chuyi hummed nervously.
After a few seconds, the red light turned green and car horns honked. Zong Ye looked at the road conditions and did not ask any more questions.
Jiang Chuyi waited a few minutes before checking her phone.
Chen Yi's mental state has clearly shown signs of organic disease.
Chen Yi: "You are going to sleep with Zongye... My sister is going to sleep with Zongye... You are the one to play with men, Madam Jiang. No wonder you refused the boyfriend I introduced to you before. It turns out you were waiting for the best. I was too naive. I thought you were really going to become a monk in Jing'an Temple."
Jiang Chuyi: "Can you stop joking? I'm really nervous."
Chen Yi: "Why are you so nervous? It will just hurt a little at the beginning, but you will get over it if you bear with it. Just put in half the determination you had when you were dating Zong Ye, and make up your mind to do it."
Chen Yi: "Helping a woman sleep with Zong Ye is also a good deed for Madam Jiang. Remember to come and share your feelings with your sisters tomorrow. I'll set an alarm and we'll see you at 10 a.m."
After the car stopped, Jiang Chuyi took a few beats before slowly unbuckling her seat belt.
There was no one at home, and Zong Ye didn't turn on the lights after he went in.
In the darkness, he held her hand and walked forward.
When he reached the corner, Zongye suddenly stopped.
Jiang Chuyi didn't brake in time and bumped into his shoulder, her heart pounding with nervousness.
After standing there for a while, she felt him approaching, and their breaths touched. In an instant, the darkness amplified all her senses, and the moment Zongye raised his hand, Jiang Chuyi blurted out, "Well, I need to take a shower first."
The lights were turned on, and Jiang Chuyi's shame was evident.
Souya pulled his hand back and leaned against the stairs, "Want to go take a shower in my room?"
"Well, what about the cat? We still have to take care of the cat."
She no longer knew what she was babbling about.
"The cat is in my uncle's room. Wash it first and I'll bring it over for you."
Jiang Chuyi took a long time taking this bath, and even after finishing it, she stayed in the bathroom, refusing to go out for a long time.
Using her fingers to wipe away the mist covering the mirror, she looked at herself carefully.
As he looked at her, his face turned red.
After a while, she picked up the clothes that Zong Ye had prepared in advance and smelled them. The familiar smell of citrus bitter orange made her feel at ease. Jiang Chuyi put them on slowly.
This T-shirt just covers my thighs without being too revealing.
Jiang Chuyi adjusted her breathing, pushed open the bathroom door, and walked out.
Zongye was squatting on the ground playing with the cat. Hearing the noise, he turned his head and his eyes fell on her.
Ignoring the scrutinizing gaze, she walked to the edge of the bed and sat down with a calm expression.
Jiang Chuyi just sat there motionless and didn't even look at him.
Zongye smiled, stood up, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and found a hair dryer.
Amid the rumbling sound, Jiang Chuyi's long flying hair was held in his hands.
One of them was standing and the other was sitting, the cat huddled in the corner, and Zong Ye didn't seem to be in a hurry, patiently helping her blow dry her hair bit by bit.
In this unbearable silence, Jiang Chuyi took the lead in opening the topic: "When will your uncle come back?"
Zongye lowered the wind speed, thought carefully for a while, and answered her, "It depends on the situation."
"What situation?"
"Look at our situation."
Jiang Chuyi: “…”
Souya's perspective is from top to bottom, so he can see a lot of things.
She was very small, sitting cross-legged on the bed, hidden in his loose clothes, her arms were thin and white, and so fragile that they seemed like they would break if bent.
Occasionally, the wind lifts up the collar, and you can catch a glimpse of the shoulder.
After helping her blow dry her hair, Zongye unplugged the plug and asked for her opinion, "Then I'll take a shower too?"
Jiang Chuyi hummed, "You go."
"good."
Jiang Chuyi sat motionless on the bed. When the bathroom door was closed, she fell back straight.
After rolling over and over for a few times, Jiang Chuyi suddenly stopped. No... I have to find something to do.
She got out of bed barefoot and decided to play with the cat for a while to relieve her inner restlessness.
The fat blue and gold tabby cat meowed at her, and didn't hide when it saw people coming. It was much braver than the one in Xinhe's house.
Jiang Chuyi stretched out her hand tentatively, and the cat immediately put its head close to it, rubbing against her palm and wrist, and snoring non-stop.
It's true that pets follow their owners...
Jiang Chuyi squatted on the ground, almost melted by the cuteness, and unconsciously pinched her throat: "Meow meow, are you calling 100 million?"
Yiyi didn't understand what she was saying, and thought she wasn't touching him enough, so he moved closer and circled around her impatiently. His tail swept across her calves and rubbed them several times.
Jiang Chuyi went to scratch its chin.
Yiyi Billion meowed, lay down on the ground comfortably, stretched out, revealing its soft belly.
This is simply the most affectionate cat Jiang Chuyi has ever seen.
She was completely immersed in the joy of petting the cat, diligently touching its belly, head, and paws...
Zongye came out of the shower, blew his hair, and waited quietly for a while.
Jiang Chuyi squatted with his back to him, playing with his cat intently. He didn't even have the energy to glance over here, as if he had completely forgotten that there was another person in the room.
Jiang Chuyi was talking to the cat to herself, pinching the pads of its fat paws lovingly, when she suddenly heard a voice.
"Chu Yi, have you had enough fun?"
Jiang Chuyi looked up and even her breathing slowed down.
Zong also wore the same round-neck T-shirt as hers. Hers was white, his was black.
Jiang Chuyi said from the bottom of her heart: "I haven't had enough fun yet."
Zongye leaned over, picked up the cat with one hand, and said naturally: "Then play with me for a while?"
Yiyi struggled in his arms unhappily, meowing, trying to return to Jiang Chuyi.
Zongye opened the bedroom door, "One hundred million, be good."
Jiang Chuyi was still squatting there stupidly when someone came back and picked her up by the waist.
He carried her as easily as carrying a cat.
Zongye held her in his arms, pushed open the bathroom door with his knees, and put her on the sink.
This height is just enough for their eyes to be at eye level.
Jiang Chuyi: "What is this for..."
"handwashing."
Zong Ye turned on the faucet, held her wrists, and slowly helped her wash her fingers.
The cold water flowed over their clasped hands again and again.
Zong Ye suddenly stopped all his movements and just looked at her. Although his expression could barely be called calm, Jiang Chuyi could clearly sense what this look meant.
He put one hand on her knee.
Jiang Chuyi endured and did not move.
Zongye sniffed the scent on her body, and gradually, his eyes lost focus and his forehead rested on her shoulder.
"Mong Ye."
"Um… "
"do you know."
"What?"
"In Italy, you listened to the photographer and pretended to undress in front of me... I saw the mole on your neck for the first time."
"Then what."
"Then I secretly wondered what kind of girlfriend a man like you would have in the future and what kind of person he would fall in love with."
Zongye was completely immersed in her description and felt a great sense of satisfaction in his heart.
She said to herself: "Will your future girlfriend like me and fall in love with this mole?"
He smiled, very softly, "So, this is your fantasy about me?"
She is so pure.
Pure and clean in every sense of the word.
But he couldn't help but destroy it.
The night was long and they were alone here.
Zong also thought that he should have enough time to tell Jiang Chuyi.
Tell his baby, one by one, all of them, what the dirty fantasies of a real adult should be like.
Her hand was brought to his cheek, where there were traces of residual water.
Even though nothing had started, Jiang Chuyi's head started to feel dizzy.
Zong Ye has a beautiful lip shape. When Jiang Chuyi realized this, everything went wrong tonight.
They couldn't even wait to get back to bed, and they kissed passionately on the sink.
This kiss was very gentle, different from the previous ones.
Jiang Chuyi discovered that Zong also had kissing skills.
The force of his sucking and biting was neither too light nor too heavy, and as the kiss went on, she was so mesmerized that she couldn't tell east from west.
She unconsciously hugged his neck tightly, wanting to get closer to him.
When she was lifted up by the thighs, when she lost weight, when she fell on the bed, Jiang Chuyi was still reluctant to break the kiss with Zong Ye.
She felt as if she was being led step by step into the fire by him, and even the bright moon outside the window seemed to be burning.
The gentle kiss seemed like a trap, which suddenly disappeared at a certain moment, and the person that Jiang Chuyi was familiar with was suddenly no longer gentle.
Zongye hugged her from behind, and his affectionate eyes looked even more charming under his long eyelashes. He bit her ear bone morbidly, said sweet words, said dirty words, and called her name, "Chu Yi, you broke me."
Jiang Chuyi counterattacked without any momentum: "Hello, obscene."
Souya tightened his arms and continued to kiss her.
She blocked his mouth with her hand to prevent him from kissing her, but he continued to lick her palm and kiss along her wrist.
Jiang Chuyi was fed water many times, until she shook her head and refused to open her mouth.
Zongye considerately wiped the water stains off her chin and said, "If you drink more, your throat will become hoarse."
Jiang Chuyi: "How can you be so..."
She struggled for the adjective.
He looks so handsome, but what he does is such a "beast in human clothing."
Zongye chuckled softly, knelt down and told her, "Because the beast in human clothing likes Chuyi too much."
The room was only dimly lit. The bouquet of roses that was brought back was placed in a vase, emitting an unknown fragrance, and water was dripping from the petals.
There was a sharp line from Zongye's jaw to his neck, and he clenched his hands tightly to fight against the painful feeling of being completely out of control.
He endured it to the extreme, and no emotion could be seen on his face.
Zong doesn't know either.
Why does she look so innocent now
It was obviously she who started this storm.
However, before dragging her into the storm, he still lowered his head and whispered a few words in her ear, "Chu Yi, I'm sorry."
(End of this chapter)