After a long time, Song Qiuyu was once again caught in Jiang Xiao’s fierce and urgent kiss.
There was no exchange of words; it was as if they both understood each other’s thoughts perfectly.
Clearly, they shouldn’t have done this. They only intended to confirm something, yet it escalated to this extent—it all seemed excessive.
But even knowing that, she was still deeply entangled.
Jiang Xiao was even more intense than that day, so fierce that Song Qiuyu couldn’t help but tremble slightly.
Her lips lost control under the pressure. Jiang Xiao must have sensed her fear because the large hand cradling her head gently stroked her hair.
With such a kiss, the urge to confirm vanished from Song Qiuyu’s mind without a trace.
The drifting ship in the vast ocean was no longer just tossing in the waves, occasionally finding a harbor to rest briefly.
The only constant was still letting herself be completely at his mercy.
Since then, Jiang Xiao seemed to have been figuring out how to kiss without suffocating them both.
She was sinking in a violent storm, and anyone could tell she didn’t dislike it—in fact, she liked it very much.
“Mm…”
Taking a brief breath, she opened her misty eyes, dazed, unable to think clearly.
One wave of passion subsided only to be followed by another.
She had lost count of how many times she had given in during these deep kisses.
She no longer felt like she was sitting around a warm stove; instead, she was more like firewood thrown into a blazing fire, being burned down to nothing by Jiang Xiao’s flame.
Jiang Xiao opened his eyes and saw the redness at the corners of her eyes, the moisture and daze within them.
His expression was filled with affection, but his gaze grew a little restless—suddenly, he felt unsatisfied.
He didn’t want to maintain their friendship any longer.
They were clearly lovers. He hadn’t accepted the breakup she proposed three years ago, and she had said three years ago that as long as she survived, they would get back together.
Yet reality told him if he were straightforward, Song Qiuyu would just run away with a train overnight.
Liking someone was not a crime.
Clearly, Song Qiuyu should have feelings for him too.
Otherwise, how could she agree to keep kissing him and enjoy it so much?
It was still early, the sky not fully bright, and everyone around was still asleep in their dreams.
Listening to the ambiguous sound of water, Song Qiuyu suddenly felt shy and wanted to hide.
Jiang Xiao, as if expecting this, firmly pressed her head down, guiding her step by step into the depths of desire.
He wouldn’t let her regain consciousness.
“Jiang Xiao, stop…”
Gasping for air, Song Qiuyu spoke again.
Jiang Xiao didn’t let her finish and silently deepened the kiss, mercilessly pulling her into a higher wave of passion.
Song Qiuyu’s entire being was dazed; her thoughts completely cut off.
She could resist nothing and could only endure this kiss.
Yet this “endurance” didn’t quite feel forced.
After all, she had tacitly agreed to it. Besides…
It felt so good.
Until Jiang Xiao’s hand slid to her waist again, causing her sleepwear to bunch up and exposing most of her flat belly.
She suddenly jolted awake.
Her mind filled with terrifying thoughts—how could she explain the existence of her chest binder to Jiang Xiao?
Moreover, they were pressed even closer than that day at the Opera House. If this continued, wouldn’t he really feel something?
“Jiang Xiao… stop, um!”
Her limp body suddenly erupted with a strength she herself didn’t expect, kicking Jiang Xiao’s calf several times with her toes.
Jiang Xiao grunted and pulled away.
The warmth lingering between them connected their bodies; when broken, they both regained some semblance of reason.
“Uh…”
Jiang Xiao turned his face awkwardly. He was still struggling, but little Jiang Xiao had already surrendered first.
He didn’t even care about his master of eighteen years—he probably hated it so much he just wanted to run away with Song Qiuyu.
But he had no right to blame her because he himself was clinging to Song Qiuyu tightly, unwilling to let go.
Coincidentally, Song Qiuyu was also actively pressing against him.
It was obvious they both liked each other intensely.
Song Qiuyu parted her lips slightly, breathing heavily. Her beautiful apricot eyes brimmed with tears.
In her messy mind, a classic phrase suddenly surfaced.
“When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back at you.”
To put it more simply: men are scoundrels, and if they become women, they would be scoundrels too.
But women themselves are scoundrels, and this world is made up of a group of scoundrels.
If you don’t have some naughty thoughts when you like someone, how can you say you really like them?
Song Qiuyu pursed her lips.
Now, she could only gamble on how pure Jiang Xiao really was.
Even if they were pressed so close, he might still not distinguish the nature of their feelings…
She also had to hope her younger self hadn’t fed Jiang Xiao too many colorful ideas.
After all, Jiang Xiao was the kind of person who needed her to teach him how to use an umbrella and a cup!
Fortunately, Jiang Xiao soon couldn’t sit still any longer and finally “got up.”
The shadow wrapped around her body vanished.
But somehow, at that moment, she suddenly felt a bit lonely.
She lay on the sofa with mixed emotions, her mind somewhat blank.
After confirming everything, she only felt more troubled.
It turned out the person Jiang Xiao cared about was actually herself.
This was bad—there were even more sins to atone for now.
Because of her, Jiang Xiao had become a scoundrel who kept Shen Xi in his heart but still thought about his male roommate.
She suddenly wanted to know how big Jiang Xiao’s psychological shadow was now.
Damn…
After a moment, Song Qiuyu blushed and went to brush her teeth, leaving Jiang Xiao alone on the sofa, lost in thought.
He had a strong sense of foreboding.
Song Qiuyu would likely try to act as if nothing had happened, though no normal person could do such a thing.
And certainly no one that despicable!
After she finished washing up and came out, Jiang Xiao was still sitting on the sofa with a look of contemplating life, “Do not disturb” clearly radiating off him.
He rarely showed such an aura—only when in a terrible mood, like when everything’s gone to hell.
“Jiang Xiao?”
Song Qiuyu was silent for a moment before taking the initiative to speak.
“Hmm?”
Jiang Xiao was startled, turning to look at her.
The girl who was just shy moments ago had completely returned to her usual self and had changed into dark-colored sports pants and a long-sleeved shirt.
The strands of hair at her forehead still dripped water.
He could easily picture her repeatedly splashing cold water on her face to force herself to calm down.
“It’s almost 6:30. Let’s hurry and go for our morning run!”
Song Qiuyu blinked and walked straight past Jiang Xiao toward the entrance.
Not yet past the sofa.
Jiang Xiao slowly rose from the sofa.
At the same time, Song Qiuyu’s steps faltered, her heart beating faster.
Then Jiang Xiao turned toward her, his voice calm as he said, “Song Qiuyu…”
“What is it?”
Song Qiuyu tilted her head, feeling she could already predict what Jiang Xiao was about to say.
If Jiang Xiao was going to ask about the kiss, she would have to grit her teeth and say she hated it.
Or maybe say it was quite comfortable, but only because it felt good—not because she could accept a man’s kiss…
She had to nip Jiang Xiao’s wrong ideas about her in the bud! She couldn’t let him keep being a scoundrel!
Song Qiuyu’s eyes hardened.
She wasn’t going to give him any chances—she wouldn’t bear his child. The only thing she could do was find him the best wife. That was all!
Forget it. Instead of waiting for Jiang Xiao to speak, this time she would take the lead.
Jiang Xiao’s future happiness would be protected by her.
She firmly decided to be that cold-hearted scoundrel girl right after brushing her teeth.
Yet, before she could say anything, Jiang Xiao gave a faint smile and spoke first.