After many days, Xie Jinghui was finally able to hold Shen Shuangjian affectionately in front of the soft French windows again, and express his tenderness without restraint.
Shen Shuangjian genuinely startled. Even long after Shen Sixian had left, Xie Jinghui held his hand, which remained icy cold.
Xie Jinghui always liked to hug Shen Shuangjian tightly from behind. This position allowed Shen Shuangjian her head on his shoulder with her back pressed against his chest, making her feel the safest.
Thanks to the fluffy thin blanket, even if Shen Shuangjian really fell asleep, her hands and feet wouldn't go numb from being pressed down.
" Zhizhi."
Xie Jinghui suddenly spoke, his lips hovering near Shen Shuangjian's ear, his voice deliberately low and magnetic.
"At the seaside cottage, you got drunk and became aroused. When I helped you, you clearly refused, but then you hooked your arm around mine. Can you tell me why?"
That memory remained vivid in Xie Jinghui's mind.
He remembered every reaction Shen Shuangjian. He remembered Shen Shuangjian trembled and cried uncontrollably because of his comforting words, and how he curled up and rejected all his touch.
What Xie Jinghui could never forget was that even though he had already hesitated and wanted to back down, Shen Shuangjian, with her eyes half-closed, secretly hooked her hand around his.
The memory was so vivid that even when he Shen Shuangjian, he couldn't let go and kept recalling it.
At that moment, he really wanted to ask Shen Shuangjian: if there really was no relationship, if they were really just strangers, then why did she give him the illusion of being torn between love and desire?
" Zhizhi, can you tell me why?"
Xie Jinghui's lips brushed against Shen Shuangjian's ear, his fine, hot breath swirling around her, both itchy and numb, Shen Shuangjian the brink of madness.
Shen Shuangjian could never get used to these overly intimate gestures, and the resulting physical ripples.
Shen Shuangjian lowered her head and remained silent.
"You don't want to tell me? Why Zhizhi? Why don't you want to?" Xie Jinghui's hands were wrapped around Shen Shuangjian's waist as she whispered in his ear, repeatedly asking.
"Tell me, please, there are no secrets between lovers."
Xie Jinghui admitted his despicable nature.
He kept insisting on his status as her lover, blurring the lines between them. He wanted not only Shen Shuangjian 'Shen Shuangjian indulgence, but also her honesty.
It was as if this was all it took to cover up the fact that he was proceeding cautiously and calculatingly.
Shen Shuangjian sits atop the altar, yet he is the one struggling in the mortal world, entangled in love and desire, and suffering unbearable pain.
He loved Shen Shuangjian, and was hopelessly in love with her.
Like a prisoner with only faith left, who, despite having only stumbled upon the divine by chance, tries to make the divine favor him alone.
Is it possible to find traces of love in someone simply because they are special enough?
Tell me, or I'll really go even further, I won't be able to resist bullying you.
The disorientation I felt in the seaside cottage was tinged with the hazy, dreamlike quality of seeing flowers through a fog after drinking.
Shen Shuangjian couldn't quite recall the agonizing physical reaction, but he remembered that he must have cried a lot and been completely unable to resist that unfamiliar feeling.
"Don't bully me."
Shen Shuangjian against Xie Jinghui's chest, she honestly expressed her thoughts for the first time.
With Xie Jinghui, Shen Shuangjian that he had been forced to discover too many exceptions. Things that he had known before but felt were distant, or things that he had never known at all, Xie Jinghui had brought to him.
Shen Shuangjian curled up with her knees bent, holding Xie Jinghui's hands that were hanging down in front of him, and looked up at him in a daze.
In the next instant, Xie Jinghui's delicate kiss landed on his forehead.
Shen Shuangjian blinked gently, her eyes trembling, and the condensed mist dissipated on her long, curled eyelashes.
He heard Xie Jinghui say in a tender voice, "I didn't bully you, I wouldn't dare."
Xie Jinghui's hand encircled Shen Shuangjian's waist. He didn't offer any compelling reason, nor did he involve Shen Sixian; he simply said helplessly—
I'm afraid you'll be angry with me.
Although Xie Jinghui said he was afraid Shen Shuangjian angry, his actions still showed no signs of letting up.
He showered Shen Shuangjian with affectionate kisses, one after another, on her ear, lips, and the back of her neck, each kiss accompanied by a persistent question.
" Zhizhi, tell me what you were thinking at that time."
So, after Xie Jinghui's countless questioning, Shen Shuangjian, who was also somewhat dizzy from being kissed, finally spoke softly.
"Yes..."
Xie Jinghui knocked on the door called "Honesty" for a long time until he finally received a response.
His gaze was gentle, silently expectant, waiting for Shen Shuangjian finish her sentence.
Xie Jinghui: "What?"
The reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window showed Xie Jinghui he looked back at him, his dark eyes filled with love, just like the soft light he had inadvertently glimpsed that night.
Shen Shuangjian murmured softly and uncontrollably told the truth.
Your eyes are beautiful.
Upon hearing this, Xie Jinghui was even briefly stunned, but only for a moment before he couldn't help but burst out laughing.
It was as if he had discovered a hidden corner, a place where spring was in full bloom and flowers were everywhere.
"And another thing, could you tell me what you were thinking when you first met me?"
Xie Jinghui always seemed to have endless questions about Shen Shuangjian, and the next chapter of her life was always unpredictable.
He wanted to ask, but Shen Shuangjian it difficult to answer. So, if he wanted to know, he had to ask her many times patiently and give Shen Shuangjian the courage to speak.
Getting close to someone who is so reserved, demure, and aloof is difficult and painful; the process may be too long and too unbearable.
But Xie Jinghui always seemed to have a lot of patience.
This patience gave him enough time to listen to someone who was never speechless tell the world's longest and most boring story.
Fortunately, everything was quiet around him, and no one else knew what was happening.
The night was deep, but even without the main character, the live stream's popularity continued to grow.
The fireworks in Moscow were like a silent hint, announcing to the whole world that he had fallen in love.
Besides Shen Shuangjian's solo fan site, which was projected onto billboards in various locations, all the CP (couple) fan sites were also celebrating and reveling at the same time.
Meanwhile, the supertopic, fan sites, and tags for the Xie Jinghui and Shen Shuangjian couple all changed their background images and descriptions almost simultaneously.
# Huijian #
"I've spent 203 days proving to you that I am your spring alone."
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"It takes a hundred heartbreaks in love for a butterfly to forget its longing, and so, as autumn turns to spring, it welcomes its one hundred and first love."