Shen Shuangjian he was indeed all bark and no bite.
It was clearly him who took the initiative, he was the one who provoked Xie Jinghui, and he was the one who pinned her down on the sofa and sexually assaulted her.
But Xie Jinghui realized what was happening, and after hugging and kissing him for a short while, he shyly started to shed tears.
"No... don't kiss me anymore."
Taking advantage of the moment Xie Jinghui parted their lips, Shen Shuangjian cried as she covered her mouth with her hand, completely dazed from the kiss.
Xie Jinghui didn't try to pry his hand away. Instead, he lowered his gaze, his eyes deep and gentle, to look at Shen Shuangjian.
Can't we kiss?
"I like you so much, can you kiss me but I can't kiss you?"
With a simple "I like you," and a few scattered paradoxes, Xie Jinghui instantly made Shen Shuangjian elated, forgetting even how she had just been kissed until she cried.
Shen Shuangjian's eyelids drooped, and her ears turned bright red. She was so embarrassed she was practically burning up, but she still tried her best to respond to Xie Jinghui.
"Yes... yes, we can kiss."
And so, the pampered and silly little pig, who had been raised at home, ended up in Xie Jinghui's hands.
Xie Jinghui can be really fierce when she kisses people.
It turns out that he didn't dislike kissing Shen Shuangjian; he loved kissing Shen Shuangjian so much that he couldn't help but keep kissing her once they started.
Shen Shuangjian her lips were numb and painful from his kisses, but she had no strength at all. She could only be held in his arms, with his waist and the back of his neck pinched.
Xie Jinghui is simply a beast, the male ghost that netizens are talking about.
Shen Shuangjian never knew that anyone could be so outrageous. He was completely bewildered by Xie Jinghui. From crying and struggling, to finally becoming completely obedient, it only took a short while.
Xie Jinghui was very good at coaxing Shen Shuangjian; he knew how to bait the fish and how to entice the rabbit with a carrot.
Half an hour later, he coaxed Shen Shuangjian saying that there were only ten minutes left.
An hour later, he lied to Shen Shuangjian, saying that this time it really was the last ten minutes.
But almost two hours later, Xie Jinghui still hadn't stopped, and Shen Shuangjian practically crying herself to death.
However, Xie Jinghui only coaxed her softly, but his body language betrayed him, as he held Shen Shuangjian tightly and refused to let go.
After lying curled up on the bed for half an hour, Shen Shuangjian finally recovered from the shock of being bullied to the point of almost fainting.
He gripped the sheets weakly, filled with regret and a desire to throw a tantrum. "I want... to go home, you've bullied me..."
When those beautiful eyes are misted with tears, they always shine brightly; when they move, even gemstones seem like fakes.
"You don't like me at all, you just want to bully me... I want to go home, I don't want to like you anymore."
Shen Shuangjian felt that he would never forgive Xie Jinghui in this lifetime, and he never wanted to see Xie Jinghui again because he didn't like him at all.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have held him down when he was crying and trying to run away, and would have been so mean to tell him to behave.
On the bed, which had been torn to shreds, Shen Shuangjian's trembling legs, still not fully conscious, curled up in a wronged state.
Beside the bed, Xie Jinghui, who had been forced off the bed, was exposed, his upper body exposed. On his broad and strong back were bloody scratches from being grabbed.
When Shen Shuangjian couldn't take it anymore, she would bite people, like a puppy, biting Xie Jinghui's forearm and refusing to let go.
But usually, within ten minutes, he would be docile, and even when biting Xie Jinghui's forearm, he couldn't exert much force; it was more like sucking on it, making the person feel itchy inside.
Xie Jinghui wanted to kiss him again and coax him.
But now that Shen Shuangjian fierce, Xie Jinghui couldn't kiss his face, so she could only place a delicate kiss on the top of his head.
"I like you, I like you so much." Xie Jinghui closed her eyes slightly and gently closed her arms around him. "More than I like anyone else, more than anything else."
Shen Shuangjian both easy to coax and not so easy to appease.
He nestled in Xie Jinghui's arms, protesting with a mix of grievance and dissatisfaction. "You're talking nonsense! I clearly like you more. Because I liked you first, and for longer, so my feelings for you must be stronger."
"This isn't fair. Why did I have to like you first?"
Only a pampered little pig would get so caught up in this kind of thing and argue about it.
Stroking the long hair of the person in his arms, Xie Jinghui, but he responded to Shen Shuangjian's words in a childish way.
"No, I liked you first, even before you liked me, so I like you more."
Shen Shuangjian up instantly, frowning as she retorted, "Nonsense, it was clearly me! I liked you the first time I met you!"
Shen Shuangjian's words inevitably brought Xie Jinghui back to that summer two years ago.
That summer was scorching and irritating, which Xie Jinghui found repulsive, but it was also in that same summer, under the shade of the trees, that Xie Jinghui the heat of summer.
At the funeral, Xie Jinghui held an umbrella, preparing to leave, when, in a fleeting moment of unconscious surprise, a dark figure came into his view.
The boy's long hair cascaded down his back, and he was dressed in all black. A black umbrella held atop his head to shield him from the sun, and in the shadows, his delicate skin appeared even more translucent than jade.
He lowered his eyes, silently shedding tears. His pale complexion, tinged with a sickly stubbornness, still couldn't hide the vulnerability in his eyes.
When that single tear fell, Xie Jinghui didn't praise the beauty of his tears, but rather vaguely thought—
If we could wipe away that tear from the boy's eye, wouldn't he feel less sad?
The restless summer wind swept through my heart, sweeping away the snow that had raged for years, and in an instant, my heartbeat was gently tapped by the sight of blooming flowers.
Ten seconds—ten seconds of clear heartbeat, and ten seconds of complete blankness.
For those ten seconds, the world was reduced to a single color.
Lost in lingering memories, Xie Jinghui couldn't help but lower his eyes, a gentle curve at the corners of his lips, his voice filled with boundless affection.
"Our first meeting wasn't actually at the Shen Residence, but you never knew that."
Xie Jinghui's gaze slowly met the puzzled look in the boy's eyes, and she leaned down to place a delicate kiss on his hair.
This kiss, carrying his subtle and lingering love, and countless unspoken emotions, gradually pulled Xie Jinghui into the tender and heavy world of mortals.
It was at this moment that Shen Shuangjian heard Xie Jinghui.
"Two years ago, I actually already had feelings for you—"
"Love at first sight."
A fleeting moment of infatuation, a night filled with longing—yet the beloved who lingered in his mind day after day had already departed, now separated from him by thousands of miles.
For over seven hundred days and nights, Xie Jinghui never forgot the heartbeat he felt then. He cherished it, waiting, until that person slowly returned.
So when Shen Shuangjian wanted to ask who fell in love with whom first, Xie Jinghui would tell him.
In fact, as early as two years ago, he had fallen in love with a butterfly that fluttered by, in a corner unknown to Shen Shuangjian.
That year, Shen Shuangjian eighteen years old, while Xie Jinghui twenty-three.
Two years later, Shen Shuangjian, who had lingered in his world for a long time but never left his dreams, finally reappeared in his world.
In this spring when everything comes back to life.
Xie Jinghui finally, belatedly, welcomed his own summer.
On the 754th day of longing, and before the snowstorm in my heart is about to cover it again.
At the prime of my life, at the age of twenty-five.