Chapter 18
"And you?"
"You're asking me why I'm here?"
"Yes."
Fei chuckled softly, not in the way I knew her to laugh. It was a laugh like withering grass in autumn, desolate and distant.
"Money."
"Money?"
"What else could it be?" She continued to gaze out the window. "I need money. When things got urgent, I got this job that pays well and quickly. Of course, it might not seem like much to you. So here I am. Yes, it's unexpected to see you here."
"How long are you willing to give me?" I asked.
"I don't know. Until you're satisfied?" She knew she'd spoken too frivolously, shook her head, and tried to cover her unease. "I have no other plans."
I walked over to her and bent down beside her, "Let's forget about all this afterward. But this afternoon, let's enjoy it to the fullest, alright?"
She looked at me.
We were so close, we could smell each other's breath. Fei was sweetly fragrant. I could see her delicate skin; my hand caressed it gently. Her eyes, like a cat's, were brown and clear, slowly misting with passion.
But her body was still somewhat stiff.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, drawing her close to me. I moistened her lips gently, then slipped my tongue into her mouth. Our mouths intertwined. Suddenly, I felt that this mouth and the small, clove-scented tongue were somehow familiar. I remembered an unfinished, chaotic night and an incomplete encounter. I looked at her, then looked again, and I laughed, "It's you?"
"It's me." Her hand rested on my shoulder, "Big brother."
Her lovely, youthful face and those cat-like eyes gazed straight into mine, into my soul.
But I could only call out her name, I said, "Fei, Fei..." Yet she ultimately pressed her forehead against my lips and whispered softly, "Shh, shh, shh..."
This time the affair was deeply significant. In the afternoon sunlight, amidst the scent of roses on the sea breeze, we savored our shared bliss.
From then on, she was my Fei.
Qiao Fei
It hurt. But it was not like in the books or movies where the woman has to cry out. I didn't cry. But looking at Cheng Jiayang throughout the process, I sensed an apricot-like aroma emanating from him. He had me in confusion, yet I remembered Headmaster Julia's words, I kept my eyes on his. I had a few lavish hopes—I wished he would remember me for this.
Afterward, I didn't leave. I showered in the bathroom. Cheng Jiayang sat outside.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
"No."
"Are you hungry?"
"A little."
"What would you like to eat?"
"Noodles."
"Would you like me to order something for us, or shall we go out to eat?"
I didn't say anything. Before, we had agreed that all matters would not leave this room.
I said, "What did you say?"
"Ah, nothing. You want noodles, what kind do you want? I'll order them. And for fruits, what do you like—strawberries, or mangoes, or watermelon..." He realized his slip of the tongue.
"Zhajiangmian," I said. "With a fried egg on top, two of them, two."
When I came out, the table was already set with food. My waist was still sore, but I didn't want to show it. I walked over proudly and said, "Perfect!" The hot zhajiangmian with crispy fried eggs, and a small jar of pickled vegetables just for me. Besides that, there was a basket of fruits and a bottle of red wine. As I devoured my zhajiangmian, Cheng Jiayang sipped on red wine while eating his steak.
(End of Chapter)
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