Chapter 69 - He Stayed (1) (1/2)
After holding each other for what felt like a lifetime, Qian Meigui began to feel better. With the rhythm of the mellow music, she didn't realize that she was slow dancing with Song Sheng. They took small steps, holding onto each other desperately.
For an odd reason, despite her mood, the dancing helped. It felt as if her nerves were shaken off, and she was distracted by something else entirely. Her focus was more on how they moved than her of anxieties.
As they danced, fingers locked, other hands around each other's waist, Song Sheng, gazed at her intensely, gently wiping away the moisture from her cheeks using his thumb. Qian Meigui clutched at his embrace tightly, afraid to let him go. He was her safeguard, regardless of their distance, irrespective of what they've put each other through. She could not deny the fact that she felt better most when he comforted her. Song Sheng kept whispering calming words in her ear like, 'You have me,' and 'I am yours.'
It sounded like a confession. Qian Meigui glanced up at him, his expression heavy with emotion, all reservation disappeared replaced with tenderness. She felt as if she couldn't breathe. Qian Meigui pouted and flushed, burying her head in his chest. Song Sheng chuckled, holding her head against him.
He then lifted her chin so that their eyes could meet. Even in the dark, his golden-brown eyes shone. ”Are you all right?” he asked softly. Qian Meigui nodded, dazed. He gave her a sad dimpled grin, one that she had not seen in a while. It made her mesmerized.
Qian Meigui slowly let go of him, realizing that the couples around them were dancing so intimately, and since they all wore masks, she could not tell who they were. Song Sheng removed his mask, revealing his full handsome face. His eyes were depthless, and his dark hair spilled over his eyebrows.
Realizing how close he was, she realized that his clothing outlined every hard muscle of his body. And ever since she became aware of how beautiful he was, she always felt like tracing the lines of his face, wondering if they were as sharp as they appeared. Or would it be soft because of the smooth edges of his face?
Qian Meigui shut the thoughts down her mind. She let go of him, but he still gripped her torso, slightly above her waist. ”Do you feel better?” he asked her. Qian
Meigui nodded again. After she confirmed how she felt, Song Sheng slowly let go of her. He accepted it; Song Sheng realized that he would have to show her that he would be there for her. He couldn't regain her trust again in a single night.
They stood in front of each other, stealing glances, and not knowing what to do. Qian Meigui felt better; she felt like more herself than she had in days, weeks. But she would not admit that to him.
On several occasions, she made it clear that she wanted him, and yet he kept pushing her away. Then when they spent time together in the apartment, they rotated roles of a typical married couple, and yet they have never gone beyond a drunken passionate kiss. It was clear to her.
Qian Meigui stood her ground; she would not be swayed by him so quickly again. Song Sheng strapped his mask over his face. He then reached out to lend a hand. Qian Meigui glanced at him, hesitating. She then reached out to grab him, allowing him to guide her out of the venue. She had to leave; he knew it.