Returning - Chapter 144
Chapter 144: Dreams Awoken, Dreams Shattered
That year, Ling Jianwei was twenty years old. As if in a dream, he kissed the girl who had filled his heart and thoughts for so long, touched the softness of her body, and, nervous yet exhilarated, moved in and out of her.
She was not only the first girl to ever take up residence in his heart, but it was also she who had opened the door to his own desires.
So he became possessed, unable to think too much, knowing only to show her his prowess and manly vigor, turning passivity into initiative, pressing her down time and again to relieve desires that had never truly been released before.
She writhed, trembled, and moaned beneath him. Watching her gasping, panting, and teary-eyed, hearing her tell him over and over to "go faster," hearing her sobs and screams with each climax, he felt an unprecedented satisfaction for the first time.
He thought she was experiencing pleasure, just like the overwhelming happiness filling his own heart.
He also forgot to investigate why she had suddenly been willing to treat him this way, willing to be with him.
He carried her, utterly exhausted, to the bath, earnestly blow-dried her hair, then carefully placed her back on the bed, gently cuddling her to sleep.
That night, she still appeared in his dreams, but there was no seductive spring scenery. They simply strolled under the sunlight, holding hands and crossing the campus like countless other couples, ultimately walking towards a place called home.
When he woke the next day, he, for a rare instance, did not have morning arousal. The moment he opened his eyes and saw the peaceful person in his arms, he felt an incomparable sense of calm.
He quietly got up to prepare breakfast for her, but upon entering the kitchen, an image he had once witnessed inexplicably surfaced in his mind. Only then did a question dawn on him: since she had already broken up with Zhuang Ye, why was she still living in Zhuang Ye's apartment?
After she woke up, he tried several times to speak, but the words stuck in his throat out of fear—fear of the wound in her heart after the breakup with Zhuang Ye, fear of accidentally touching a sore spot, and fear of getting an answer he didn't want to hear.
Just broken up with Zhuang Ye and now with him—did she truly like him? In truth, he already had a vague idea in his heart.
But thinking carefully, she was willing to do those most intimate things with him. If she was also willing to let him stay by her side, even if she didn't like him enough now... what about the future?
He had confidence. He could give her happiness and would treat her well forever.
So he still couldn't help but ask: "You've been... living here recently?"
She understood his meaning and smiled at him: "I'm just about to move out."
Just that one sentence made him so happy he couldn't contain himself. He immediately exclaimed excitedly: "If you like living outside, I can buy you a new apartment."
She looked at him and smiled, shook her head, then turned to look out the window.
It was raining outside. The thunder and rain were loud, and the sky was a blanket of gray.
She stood up, drew the curtains, and walked back to the sofa, slowly sitting on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her smile alluring, her breath like orchids: "Do you still want it?"
Her full buttocks rubbed against his thighs, and her inner thighs deliberately or unintentionally brushed over his crotch. He reacted almost instantly, but thinking of how tired she had been from last night's ordeal, he held back and whispered: "I'm afraid you'll be uncomfortable."
She directly kissed his lips, pulled his hand to cover her chest, and slipped her other hand to his crotch to knead it vigorously.
His breathing became chaotic in an instant, his heartbeat accelerating rapidly, all reason gone.
Drawing on the only experience he had from yesterday, he began to turn the tables, gently sucking on her tongue, sucking and licking her soft lips, slowly lifting her clothes, and lightly fondling her breasts.
As he entered her body, he clearly felt her tremble intensely and even heard the sound of her catching her breath. Frightened, he immediately stopped: "Did I hurt you?"
She shook her head with a smile, actively twisting her waist to stroke his desire: "It feels very comfortable. Faster, faster, like yesterday, fuck me hard."
The moment these last four words came out of her mouth, he felt as if something exploded in his head again. His desire buried deep inside her cave swelled another size, tightly stretching her taut inner walls.
He did as she wished, placing her on the sofa and thrusting rapidly. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and her moans and screams rose and fell, merging together into the thunderstorm outside.
Although he knew almost nothing of technique, with the little experience from last night, he barely knew how to thrust to make her more comfortable, how to control his desire to make himself last longer.
He actively showed off in front of her, time and again unable to resist kissing her, their lips and tongues intertwining, their lower bodies connected, like fish swimming in water.
When he ejaculated deep into her passage, just like her, he couldn't help trembling and groaning softly.
He sighed deeply in satisfaction, lifted his head from her chest, and was about to change positions to continue when he was suddenly startled by the person behind the sofa, shaking all over.
Zhuang Ye was standing there motionless, his body trembling, his face full of shock, his eyes bloodshot.
They had been so absorbed just now that they hadn't even heard someone come in.
Inexplicably, his first reaction was to pull Tang Xi's clothes down to prevent Zhuang Ye from seeing the intimate parts beneath.
Subconsciously, he had already drawn a line between Zhuang Ye and Tang Xi. The previous dynamic was Zhuang Ye and Tang Xi, plus him; but now, he firmly believed it had become him and Tang Xi, plus Zhuang Ye.
Yet seeing Zhuang Ye's expression, he still felt a sense of guilt for no reason, feeling he had wronged Zhuang Ye. After all, even though they had broken up, under normal circumstances, to avoid future awkwardness, he shouldn't have been entangled with his best buddy's ex-girlfriend.
He moved his lips, wanting to speak, but before a sound came out, Zhuang Ye's fist had already landed.
That was the first time in all these years that Zhuang Ye had hit him. But he felt it was completely understandable, so he didn't fight back. However, as Zhuang Ye's second punch landed, he heard Zhuang Ye's trembling voice: "She is my girlfriend. You called her sister-in-law with your own mouth. How could you do something like this?"
A thunderbolt struck, seeming to shake even the windows. He staggered violently, his whole body frozen in shock.
It wasn't until another punch landed on his face, causing him to stumble and fall, his forehead hitting the corner of the table, that the intense pain jolted him from his shock.
He looked up, dazedly gazing at Tang Xi. He hoped she would tell Zhuang Ye, "We've already broken up, you have no right to interfere in my affairs anymore." But what he saw was an enraged Zhuang Ye questioning her in a broken tone: "Why? Why did you do this?"
Tang Xi had already straightened her clothes. She just stood blankly beside the sofa, faced with his beating and Zhuang Ye's breakdown, yet she merely smiled and said, with an air of nonchalance: "You went to America for so long, never keeping me company. I felt empty and lonely. Isn't it okay to seek some excitement?"
In that instant, Ling Jianwei clearly felt something inside him crack. Whether it was him and Tang Xi, him and Zhuang Ye, or even Tang Xi and Zhuang Ye—nothing could ever return to how it was.
He wanted to question her too, ask why she had deceived him. But watching the enraged Zhuang Ye approach her, he still immediately forced his battered body up from the ground to stand in front of her: "I forced her. Don't blame her."
Fresh blood had long since flowed from his forehead down his cheek, dripping onto the white shirt on his chest. Looking at the way he desperately shielded her, Zhuang Ye suddenly chuckled: "Good brother?"
His head pounded harder, waves of dizziness washing over his vision, but he still tried his best to block Tang Xi: "Don't blame her, it was me..."
"He didn't force me." Before he could finish, Tang Xi had already walked slowly from behind him to Zhuang Ye's side.
Then, he heard the sound of Zhuang Ye laughing wildly. He saw the nearly insane Zhuang Ye stare fixedly at Tang Xi and take another large step forward.
Zhuang Ye's gaze was too terrifying, a look he had never seen before. He even suspected Zhuang Ye would directly strangle Tang Xi.
He rushed forward, using all his strength to try to stop Zhuang Ye. But the result was the two of them grappling and fighting once more.
He wasn't clear on how it finally happened. By the time he reacted, Zhuang Ye was already falling backward and to the side. Accompanied by a loud crash, Zhuang Ye pushed the solid wood low-legged table far away, but at the same time, collapsed powerlessly to the ground.
Tang Xi's face turned deathly pale. He himself was so terrified that his heart seemed to stop instantly. When Zhuang Ye fell, he hit the corner of that solid wood table.
That same low-legged solid wood table that had just split open his forehead—they had bought it together two years ago during summer break when the three of them went shopping at the mall. At the time, he and Zhuang Ye had even argued over who would pay the bill.
Now, the same table had witnessed yet another dispute of theirs. Only this time, some cracks could never be mended.
Blood gradually blurred his vision. He could see nothing clearly, but he heard Zhuang Ye's hoarse voice.
Zhuang Ye said: "Tang Xi, I hate you."
Zhuang Ye said: "Ling Jianwei, I no longer have a brother like you."
Outside, the thunder continued relentlessly, the rain falling harder and harder, gradually drowning out all sounds in the living room.
The smell of blood at the tip of his nose grew thicker, his head heavier. He strained to open his eyes but still couldn't see anything in front of him clearly.
Tang Xi, Zhuang Ye—it seemed they had both vanished from his world.
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