On the way back driving, Shi Yang didn’t say a word, his hands pressed on the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the road ahead.
As the car drove onto the main road, Zhao Meimei was still laughing, Shi Yang glanced at her and asked indifferently, "Is it really that funny?"
Without thinking, Zhao Meimei said, "Because you don’t know, so you find it not funny."
Shi Yang, expressionless, sneered and asked, "So you all know?"
Zhao Meimei, still wrapped up in the comedy film she saw that afternoon, laughed and wanted to tell Shi Yang the funny part: "Yeah! We this afternoon... huh? Bro?"
Shi Yang suddenly turned the steering wheel and parked the car by the roadside. Latest content publıshed on NoveI(F)ire.net
Surprised, Zhao Meimei glanced outside the car window, the road just out of the community was pitch-black, still needed to drive forward a bit to reach the streetlights.
Zhao Meimei asked, "Bro, why did you stop here?"
Shi Yang’s eyes were fiery, his tone displeased: "Got business!"
"Huh?" Zhao Meimei turned again to look outside the window, both sides were green belts, not even a restaurant within sight.
Suddenly, Zhao Meimei turned to look at Shi Yang: "Bro, you’re not going to the bathroom, right?"
Shi Yang was almost laughing out of rage, without a word, he lunged over, pressing Zhao Meimei against the car door, grabbing her chin, and took a bite.
Shi Yang kissed Zhao Meimei’s softest skin, the more he kissed, the more he couldn’t help but want to devour, destroy, break; he couldn’t suppress the restlessness and anxiety suffocated in his heart, wishing he could swallow her whole, wanting to possess her completely.
Zhao Meimei was too young, too wonderful, and her kind of beauty was an invisible pressure for him.
Whenever Shi Yang thought about the age gap between them, his usually strong and hard heart would become extraordinarily fragile.
He’s willing to wait for Zhao Meimei to grow up, but is Zhao Meimei willing to always follow in his footsteps?
That careless phrase from Zhao Meimei, you don’t know, deeply stabbed Shi Yang’s heart, which was covered by shadows.
Zhao Meimei’s lips were swollen and tongue numb from the kiss that day, feeling like if her tongue root was a bit thinner, it might be pulled right off.
The pain made tears squeeze out from Zhao Meimei’s eyes, she felt a bit aggrieved, also a bit panicked, bewildered she asked, "Bro, what’s wrong with you?"
Shi Yang’s lips still glistened with saliva, he twitched at the corner of his mouth and asked, "Do you think there’s a generation gap between us? Do you find me old?"
Zhao Meimei was dumbfounded, completely unable to understand from where Shi Yang’s words came.
Shi Yang waited but didn’t hear Zhao Meimei’s rebuttal, his lips trembled slightly, his gaze gradually dimming, his eyes suddenly turned red, he released Zhao Meimei and leaned back against his seat.
Shi Yang stared at Zhao Meimei: "Meimei, let me tell you, since you agreed to be with me, you are my person, you must think of me, miss me wholeheartedly."
"But, if one day you really get fed up and don’t like me anymore, just tell me directly, I’ll promptly let you go, and we’ll part ways, but you mustn’t get close to others when we’re still good together, I can’t take this."
Zhao Meimei suddenly widened her eyes, feeling as if a massive iron hammer lashed onto her heart, the suffocating pain made her whole body tremble.
Zhao Meimei stared blankly at Shi Yang, her lips trembled, stammering she asked, "Bro, what’s wrong with you?"
Zhao Meimei panicked, a flood of fear like ice rain hit her head and face, her heart was almost frozen cold along with it.
In her mind, only those four heart-stabbing words remained, part ways.
Her Brother Yangyang wants to part ways with her?
Zhao Meimei furiously growled: "What does it mean we’ll part ways? You say part, then part! I don’t agree! Let me tell you! You’re mine in this lifetime! I absolutely won’t part with you! Don’t even think about it!"
Zhao Meimei was so anxious she was about to cry, her brain completely shutdown, unable to think anything, she reached out and grabbed Shi Yang’s arm, her brow tightly knotted, struggling to hold her emotions, her expression on the brink of tears, looking helpless and pitiful.
As soon as Shi Yang saw Zhao Meimei’s deeply affected look, he realized that in his fit of anger, he spoiled things, what he wanted to convey wasn’t this meaning, Zhao Meimei listened but missed the key, in a few words, their roles instantly flipped, Zhao Meimei turned into the aggrieved one.
Shi Yang was at once bemused and amused, he couldn’t bear to see Zhao Meimei’s sky-is-falling expression, the overturned jar of old vinegar in his heart evaporated instantly under Zhao Meimei’s desperate declaration of love.
Zhao Meimei, overwhelmed with anger, accused aggrievedly: "Are you trying to dump me?"
When Shi Yang heard this, his heart softened, and he soothingly coaxed, "That’s not what I meant."
Perceptive, Zhao Meimei noticed Shi Yang’s change in attitude, immediately taking advantage, pressing aggressively to question: "Then what do you mean? Why are you talking about parting ways?"
Shi Yang almost blurted out the real reason, but then suddenly collected himself and swallowed back his words, looking at Zhao Meimei as if she had suffered immense grievances, he fully realized that this silly girl, born with a single-mindedness, had given all her affections to him, lacking any emotional intelligence to sense others’ thoughts.
Shi Yang realized that the old vinegar he’d mistakenly swallowed was utterly pointless, this jealousy was simply unwarranted, not even brushing the edge. Shi Yang blankly stared at Zhao Meimei, rapid thoughts flashing through his mind, wisely choosing not to bring up anything about Xu Xu, not wanting to inadvertently enlighten his silly girl in his moment of venting.
Shi Yang sighed: "You misunderstood."
Zhao Meimei couldn’t listen at all, her nose twitched, eyes welling up with tears: "What did I do wrong that you don’t want to be good with me anymore, you don’t want me anymore? Weren’t things good before! Don’t you find me worthy, right?"
Zhao Meimei’s face was flushed red, tears glistened in her eyes, her brain buzzed due to agitation and anger, she always greeted others with a smile, occasionally showing vulnerability by crying, which particularly invited affection.
Zhao Meimei cried like rain: "I won’t let you not want me, I..."
Before she could finish, Shi Yang abruptly stepped forward and embraced her, covering her face with his lips, kissing away her tears bit by bit. He wrapped Zhao Meimei’s nose in his mouth, suddenly blocking her nostrils, leaving her breathless, nearly suffocated.
Zhao Meimei struggled several times, eventually, their tongues intertwined.
Zhao Meimei hesitated briefly, then leaned in.
Shi Yang turned his head, avoiding bumping noses, continued kissing, seeking, filled with soothing and love.
Zhao Meimei closed her eyes, letting Shi Yang’s kiss extend from her lips downward, all previous upheaval inside her heart quickly melted in his mouth.