Chapter 84

Chapter 84 - 84 083 Want to Make Miss Wen Cry (Second Update)

Chapter 84: 083: Want to Make Miss Wen Cry (Second Update) Chapter 84: 083: Want to Make Miss Wen Cry (Second Update)

Xie Shang closed the door, pressed Wen Changling against the wall, his scorching, damp palm clasping her slender, frail nape, pulling her in, biting through her lip.

She didn’t push him away, enduring with furrowed brows.

Blood boiled, humidity evaporated, the moist ambiguity filled with searing heat.

In the pauses of Xie Shang’s breaths, Wen Changling asked him in a low voice, “Are you in a bad mood?”

His entire being was restless.

“You’re very angry.” Her back pressed against the door latch, Wen Changling felt a bit of pain and leaned slightly towards him, “Xie Shang, who are you angry with?”

Xie Shang kissed away the blood at the corner of her mouth.

“Does it hurt?”

“It hurts.”

“You deserve it.” Having cleaned up, he continued biting, “Had to provoke me.”

Contradictory, indecisive.

He bit her till she bled, then carefully kissed her.

His mind was in extreme chaos, his reason split in two, not knowing what he was doing. He wanted to vent, wanted Wen Changling to hurt just as much, to feel it just as deeply.

He held her waist with both hands, from the doorway to the courtyard, kissing in the downpour. The room’s door was flung open, her shoes loosened, falling outside.

The door was closed.

Xie Shang placed Wen Changling on that long table that had appeared in his dreams. This time, there was no scent of lime.

He kissed her, the table shifting back with a sound.

“Xie Shang.”

“Hmm.”

Xie Shang lifted his head, waiting for Wen Changling’s words.

But she said nothing again, her glasses fell to the floor amidst the chaos, her eyes clear, her nose slightly upturned, exuding a sudden, intense sense of rebellion.

Would someone like Miss Wen cry?

Xie Shang couldn’t imagine it; he reached for the blanket, covered their bodies, then leaned in, along with the kiss, his hand also descended.

“Xie Shang.”

She called him again.

“Xie Shang.”

Yet she said nothing more.

The only thing in Xie Shang’s muddled mind was how to make Wen Changling cry.

“Don’t keep calling me.”

And don’t look at me.

Xie Shang raised his hand, covering Wen Changling’s eyes. He bowed his head, biting into the skin on her shoulder.

Don’t go soft, don’t stop. That’s what Xie Shang told himself.

“Xingxing.”

Her frail body trembled under the blanket.

It was as though a switch had been suddenly flipped. The hand gripping Wen Changling’s waist gradually lessened its force, Xie Shang’s brooding eyes began to clear.

Forget it, she’s a girl. It’s okay to make her cry, but not okay to hurt her.

The muscle-bound predator poised for the pounce suddenly retracted its aggression, patiently licking the prey it had just cruelly pinned beneath its paws.

“Miss Wen.”

Xie Shang seemed to really enjoy calling her Miss Wen.

“If you’re unwilling, just tug at my hair.”

Xie Shang, unlike just moments ago, became exceptionally patient, his kisses light, almost imperceptible. He kissed her right ear, suddenly very curious as to how she became deaf.

Clothes were peeled away, kisses landed on her slender, bony shoulders and neck, Wen Changling sedately raised her hand and tugged at Xie Shang’s hair.

Then all movements came to an abrupt halt.

“Alright, we stop here.”

Xie Shang didn’t hesitate to button up his shirt, got up from Wen Changling, wrapped her tightly in the blanket, then pulled over a chair, sat down, retrieved a cigarette from the drawer below, and lit one.

He wasn’t addicted to smoking, but nicotine could calm a person down.

He stretched out comfortably, leaning back, hands propped on the table, chin slightly lifted, exposing his white neck, with a pronounced Adam’s apple in that posture. He combed his wet hair back from his forehead, his handsome features unobscured.

His clothes didn’t cover the bones of his shoulders and neck, his skin was pale, his features cold but with a veiled desire.

He smoked, half-squinting gracefully.

Wen Changling sat on the table wrapped in a blanket.

“What’s that smell?”

Xie Shang turned his head to look at her, “Curious?”

“Yeah.”

She was very curious.

She had actually tried smoking before, when she was abroad, but she didn’t like it. She just sampled it and never learned. She wasn’t curious about all cigarettes, just the one in Xie Shang’s hands.

Xie Shang’s slender fingers, holding the cigarette, brought it to her lips, “Try it for yourself.”

Compelled by some unknown force, Wen Changling opened her mouth, took the part he had bitten into her mouth, and inhaled sharply.

“Cough cough cough.”

She didn’t know how to exhale, and her eyes reddened in an instant.

“Choked?”

She nodded.

But Xie Shang laughed, “Miss Wen, you shouldn’t be curious about everything.”

He didn’t mind at all that Wen Changling had tasted his cigarette, took it back into his mouth, and skillfully exhaled the smoke, though his gaze was far away.

Wen Changling’s shirt was all wet, tossed on the floor. She didn’t pick it up and just wrapped herself in a blanket, sitting at the edge of the table, her leg touching Xie Shang’s clothes.

“Xie Shang.”

“Hmm.”

Seated higher, she looked down at Xie Shang’s upturned face, “Can you tell me now, who you’re angry with?”

Xie Shang didn’t answer directly, his hand casually resting on the table, fingers holding the cigarette, just letting it burn, “I’m not close to my father. I was raised by my uncle.”

Xie Qingze was more than a full generation older than him.

“I wasn’t very healthy as a child, and my family didn’t trust sending me to school, so my uncle became my teacher.”

His relationship with Xie Qingze was even closer than with Madam Su.

He was a father, a brother, a teacher, and a friend.

“He taught me about fragrances, imparted knowledge, and showed me reason.”

Xie Qingze was upright and honest.

If a person has two sides, dark and light, then the light within Xie Shang was mostly nurtured by Xie Qingze. As for the dark side, naturally, it came from his benevolent father, Xie Liangjiang.

After a long time of silence, Wen Changling asked, “And then?”

What then? Xie Qingze died when he was only thirty-three.

Xie Shang replied without much emotion, “The day my uncle died was a thunderstorm day.”

Don’t you remember? Miss Wen.

He looked at Wen Changling for a long time before withdrawing his gaze, stood up, took off his wet clothes, opened the closet to take any shirt to put on, and then found a new one, placing it beside Wen Changling.

“Put this on. I’ll drive you home.”

Wen Changling looked up, watching, gesturing with her eyes.

Xie Shang couldn’t help but smile, turning his back to her.

She removed the blanket, put on Xie Shang’s shirt, a white loungewear a bit too long for her. She picked up her own clothes, put on her glasses, “I’m ready.”

Xie Shang drove her back.

The rain had stopped at some unknown time. The air after the rain was fresh, and the breeze was comfortable, unlike the torrential downpour earlier, which felt like the apocalypse.

Xie Shang dropped Wen Changling off at her room’s door. Granny Zhu was already asleep, and the tabby cat in the yard straightened up at the sound, but upon seeing it was Xie Shang, laid its head down and went back to sleep.

“Go take a shower, and head to bed early.”

Wen Changling stood without entering, “Do you still want to vent?”

She knew that Xie Shang was venting his emotions just now.

Xie Shang looked at the mark on Wen Changling’s neck, very obvious, so apparent it might lift someone’s mood, “Why, do you want to pull my hair out?”

“No, I was asking if you want to eat some watermelon?” her eyes were clear, without a hint of impure thoughts, “I heard from others that eating sweets can improve your mood.”

It was quite late now, and Xie Shang hated to stay up late.

He said, “You go shower first, and I’ll come over in a while.”

“Okay.”

Xie Shang went back to his place to wash up and tidy himself.

Wen Changling could now pick watermelons, thanks to Sister Tao’s teaching. She tapped on each watermelon piled up at the corner of the wall with her hand, listening carefully to the sound they made, and then chose one that sounded the ripest, cut it in half with a knife, and sure enough, the flesh inside was very red.

Wen Changling gave Xie Shang half, placed a long stool at the door, and each of them sat on one side.

She scooped a big spoonful, filled her cheeks like a hamster, and bit down with juice splashing everywhere. She squinted her eyes in contentment, “So sweet.”

Xie Shang observed her for a few seconds, then held her face and turned it towards himself, “It’s bitten open.” He gently touched the wound on her lip with his fingertip, “Does it hurt?”