Chapter 9 Part3 (1/2)
Who said elopement is out of fas.h.i.+on? LOL.
Chapter 9.3 — Slowly Enjoying the Dating Process (3)
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His arm tightened a little, bringing the two of them even closer.
This was going too fast! Jia He shut her eyes for a moment, then opened them again. ”Um, well…”
They were too close. His breaths, one after the other, caressed her cheek. So hot. From her face, to her palms, to her body… Jia He felt that even his hand on her waist was searing.
What should she say? What should she say? Who could tell her what she should say?
”Do you want to keep sleeping?” He brought his face very near, practically touching the tip of her nose when he spoke.
This was a very delicate sentence…But good thing ”sleep” was finally the main topic. Forcing her voice as much as possible to appear composed, Jia He tried hard to change the subject. ”Are you still sleepy?”
”I'm awake already.” His words were concise.
”Then… no more sleeping?” She tentatively asked for his approval.
He seemed to have no objections to this. ”What would you like to do tonight?”
The question had been tossed back to her.
Her entire brain was swarming with words that were not at all pure or innocent. Why was it that no matter which direction their topic wound, it was still so suggestive and open to a certain interpretation? If it wasn't ”sleeping,” it was…
Luckily, her mobile phone suddenly began merrily chirping away. The custom ringtone she used for her mom had saved her life. She moved her arm, hoping to take advantage of this opportunity to get up. However, Yi Wenze had already casually picked up her phone from the coffee table and handed it to her, thus successfully shattering her plans to flee from there. Jia He could only give an awkward smile, and then telling him, ”My mom,” she immediately answered the call and said h.e.l.lo.
”Where are you? What time are you coming back?”
Jia He arbitrarily replied, ”I'm not coming back tonight.” But after the words came out, she realized there was something wrong with them and straightaway added, ”Wait, no. I mean, I'll be coming back a little later tonight.”
”Why didn't you say something? I've cooked all the food already.” Her mom complained, ”What's up with this time's director? Sure, for weekdays we can let it be, but even on weekends he wants you to go for meetings.”
Jia He made a sound of ”mm,” feeling guilty. ”It's my fault. I got here two days late.”
”Go tell that whatever director of yours that you have something going on at home today.” Her mom's voice suddenly dropped. ”Gu Yu's here.”
Jia He's heart gave a thud. ”What's he doing there?”
Her mom seemed to be extremely excited. ”He said he came to see me and your dad. Just see how good that boy is. Back then you dumped him, but he never held any grudges. From the looks of things, he's still got you in his heart. Your old mom deliberately kept him for dinner. I'm buying time for you. You need to hurry back—”
Jia He was speechless. The retribution for lying was now catching up to her.
Back when she broke up with him, she had been afraid her mom would be heartbroken for her, so she had merely said that the problem lay with her, that she had suddenly found that the feelings had faded, or something like that. Her mom had hounded and berated her for several months. At the time, she had actually felt that she had been quite wise; in any case, it was better than her mom learning that her precious baby girl had been dumped, and then having heartache for months. But now, she realized that, truly, a person must not lie.
The crucial problem was, at such close proximity, it was unquestionable that Yi Wenze had heard everything clearly.
He was extremely close to her, so close she did not even dare say anything else.
Not until she heard her mom on the other end of the line call out, ”Jia He,” did she finally woefully answer, ”We'll talk—” But she only managed to say these two words. The remaining ”when I get home” did not even have a chance to come out before her lips were covered in a kiss that caught her completely off guard. Hooking his arm around her waist, Yi Wenze rolled over and pinned her beneath himself. Sometimes lightly, sometimes harder, he brought his lips to hers, brus.h.i.+ng over them inch by inch. His motions were not rushed, but they were very focused and intent on what they were doing…
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Inside the phone, her mom called, ”h.e.l.lo?” a couple of times, and then muttered about why there was suddenly no reception.
Over on this side, there was already no sound whatsoever from Jia He. The room was too dark; she practically could not see anything. She could only sense that they were both sunken deeply into the sofa. From her heart to her body, she was wholly in his control, and naturally there was no opening for her to even say anything. She did not know when the call was hung up, cluing in only when the glow of her mobile phone's screen extinguished, completely swallowing the last bit of light.
Her breathing was ragged and her mind was completely occupied with contemplating how she should explain this to him. Was he angry? It was only when the heat of his palm glided over the skin at her waist that her head cleared slightly. Squirming, she pushed him up from her and panted a couple of times. ”So, um, about this thing with Gu Yu, I'm requesting a chance to explain.”
He lowered his head to gaze at her. That angle, that look in his eyes… Oh, G.o.d, it'd be better if she just pa.s.sed out in a coma.
This isn't a film set. This isn't an idol drama. Idol, why are you showing such professional dedication? …
”Back then, I didn't tell my mom the truth.” Jia He gasped in another light breath, but her brain still felt a little oxygen deprived. ”I was worried my mom would be sad. Some guy so readily picked on the daughter she had babied and treated like a treasure for so long … So I told her that I was the one who didn't want him. My mom has since felt that I did wrong to him.”
This was so humiliating. She had been dumped but had still had to go stick a feather in her own cap.
Yi Wenze chuckled. ”But wasn't that the truth?”
Jia He's words were choked off in her throat with his question. After carefully recollecting for a moment, she protested under her breath, ”Actually, I really was the one who said first that we should break up.”
But the nature of it was totally different.
”And so,” Yi Wenze said, his smile deepening, ”what does this have to do with what we're doing right now?”
Silence. She fell into embarra.s.sed silence.
Okay, fine, even if I was being sneaky and found an excuse to interrupt you, Idol, there's still no need for you to so straight-out expose me, you know? …
The sofa once again sank in slightly. Out of reflex, Jia He shut her eyes, but then she discovered that he had already sat up. Her heart dropping, she immediately, hugging the comforter against herself, clambered up from the sofa. ”What are you getting up for?”
He shouldn't be mad, right? This whole matter has crossed the line a bit. Gu Yu, that guy, does he not have anything better to do? Why in the world did he have to go to my house? Now he's made my idol misunderstand me…
”Didn't you say no more sleeping?” He glanced at his watch.
Jia He was glum for a moment. It seemed that she had indeed said that.
Turning, Yi Wenze took a glance at her. ”Or could it be you want to continue?”
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”Of course not.” The denial jumped from her mouth. But once thte words were said, she regretted them. Fearful that he would a.s.sume she did not want to because she had heard mention of Gu Yu, she hurriedly explained, ”Actually, it's not that I don't want to…”
Yi Wenze's eyes were on her and he motioned to her to continue what she was saying.
Jia He wanted to cry. No matter what she said, it would still sound wrong. How was she supposed to continue?
In the end, he let her off the hook first, asking with a smile, ”Are you hungry?”
As if she had been given the greatest of pardons, Jia He quickly nodded. ”Starving. I'm about to starve to death.”