NTBF: C04
Chapter Four
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"Yo~~ Wenyang, wait for me~~" I completely embodied a 'little lacky' as I took up my bag pack and chased after him eagerly. The cold faced guy before me—with coolness that was second to none—tucked his hands into his a pant pockets and walked away; pretending he neither heard nor saw a thing.
The man I've fallen in love with, the man I lost my heart to, still sleeping peacefully on my bed.
"Good… morning…" His reply was a bit sluggish, as he looked towards me wwearing a suspicious gaze.
"Lin Jing…is there somewhere where I'd be to drink beer?" While walking on our back home for a few minutes, he suddenly asked.
Tsk... That pissed off look of his is so cool~~ I thought happily, running a few steps, then throwing myself onto his arm and grabbing it.
"Good morning."
"Hiss——" by his sudden grab of me by the ear, I hissed I pain.
"You're drunk." I weakly pushed him away. I didn't say "No", nor did I say "Stop". I had no intention of pushing him away, only just trying to wake him up. Because the way he's acting right now, after he sobers up, he will regret for the rest of his life.
"I couldn't help her keep him," he sighed, turning his face and shutting his eyes.
"Xiao Jing…"
Just a little while ago, at the class meeting the topic of 'self-study discipline management' was being discussed. I looked on at Class Monitor Zhou while he stood on stage, at the front of the class, looking all kinds of beautiful; and couldn't help but raise my hand to request to be heard. That guy, reluctantly called my name while using his eyes to constantly warn "If you dare use this important occasion to talk crap, be careful I don't kick you to death!" on the side.
From the start, till now, he hadn't said a word. Only acting arrogantly, rough and unyielding.
Although I was a problem-student, I wasn't some kind of vile character, okay! Did my face have "I'm going to cause trouble" written all over it or something?
Then I suddenly felt dread. Why I felt dread, I did not know, I only knew that my heart was beating out of control, and my legs, resisting, tightened together.
The audience erupted in thunderous applause and half of Zhou Wenyang's handsome face, immediately, darkened. Originally there were more wonderful things to come, but I was compelled by that obscene force of his to obediently drop back into my seat. Even with all this cooperative effort on my part, he was actually still angry. *Oh my, this guy,why is he so difficult to please, hm?*
"I couldn't help her keep him," he sighed, turning his face and shutting his eyes.
"I'm a fool too… Although I never said it… I always believed he'd come back too… and still wanted to call him daddy…"
I sat in the dark, gazing at his face, feeling my body temperature lower little by little. Is it getting bright out? Before dawn, it always gets unusually cold.
"I'd like to suggest that students should remain quiet during self-study, and that they are to not speak loudly," I said in all seriousness. Looking at the head teacher and Zhou Wenyang, who both released a sigh of relief, as well as wearing satisfied expressions.
I sat in the dark, gazing at his face, feeling my body temperature lower little by little. Is it getting bright out? Before dawn, it always gets unusually cold.
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"How is that even possible." I clumsily wiped his face, figuring I was using too much pressure, as his brows crinkled again.
"It can possibly affect another student's ability to sleep, don't you think? Such a thing is really too inconsiderate."
Lin Jing, you really are an idiot.
The audience erupted in thunderous applause and half of Zhou Wenyang's handsome face, immediately, darkened. Originally there were more wonderful things to come, but I was compelled by that obscene force of his to obediently drop back into my seat. Even with all this cooperative effort on my part, he was actually still angry. *Oh my, this guy,why is he so difficult to please, hm?*
I was speechless. Comforting someone is not something I am the most inept at, so to prevent myself from adding more oil to the fire, I kept my mouth shut, which was comparatively safer.
Not understanding why he pulled me, in a flustered flurry, I attempted to lift my body off him; rasing my head in that split second—his lips precisely and unmistakeably—kissed my own.
Just lifting that sturdy and tall Zhou Wenyang from the taxi, then dragging him into my apartment made me as tired as a dog.
When I was penetrated, I shrieked. The pain, blended with a bizarre feeling of satisfaction, spread throughout my entire body.
The thick scent of the alcohol mixed with his own scent, that kind of thing made me feel confused, the feeling completely enshrouding me. I pushed him away, weakly struggling in resistance as he tried to pull open my legs.
"There is a time and a place for telling jokes, this principle, do you not understand it?"
Would I regret this later?
He said before I quickly shut the door.
The audience erupted in thunderous applause and half of Zhou Wenyang's handsome face, immediately, darkened. Originally there were more wonderful things to come, but I was compelled by that obscene force of his to obediently drop back into my seat. Even with all this cooperative effort on my part, he was actually still angry. *Oh my, this guy,why is he so difficult to please, hm?*
My ears had become bright red, since he still hadn't let go.
"Why… Why can't I remember any of these things." He stared at me confusedly.
From the start, till now, he hadn't said a word. Only acting arrogantly, rough and unyielding.
"It can possibly affect another student's ability to sleep, don't you think? Such a thing is really too inconsiderate."
I felt my way into the bathroom, filling the tub with warm water before climbing in; washing my body mechanically, in a complete daze. When the water got cold I climbed out clumsily, gave myself some medicine, then found a clean set of clothes to wear.
His eyes fluttered for a few minutes afterwards. I donned a smile, facing him as I greeted.
"Please, come on! This is a main street, won't you give me a little face? Ya——owowowow…"
"Go to what class, huh! You were sleeping like the dead, while I spent last night bent up on the sofa—not sleeping a wink! I need to catch up on some sleep, okay." I pushed him towards the door, "Hurry up, go, go on. Oh, and ask for a leave of absence for me while you're there, thanks!"
I was alone in the room when the dawn arrived, bustling about, dragging my aching body, aa well as my dampened eyes.
Why am I crying, huh? What's there to be sad about?
But, I still couldn't utter the word "No".
"I washed your clothes and they're still drying." I tossed a folded set of clothes at him—aggressively. "Are you a guy that's really that bad at drinking? Vomiting all over me, I can deal with, but even my bed wasn't spared! Troubling me to wash all those things in the middle of the night, and even more forcing me to coop myself up and sleep on the couch. You fucker, the next time you want to get drunk just try to find me and I'll toss your ass straight into the bathroom!"
"Xiao Yang."
I rubbed my ears and turned around to see a middle-aged man standing in front of us. He was extraordinarily tall, and although half his face was hidden beneath a large pair of sunglasses, it still did not conceal his handsomeness.
Just lifting that sturdy and tall Zhou Wenyang from the taxi, then dragging him into my apartment made me as tired as a dog.
Wenyang's body instantaneously stiffened.
Lin Jing, you really are an idiot.
I realized this and went to open the window. For a long time, I haven't cleaned my room, so it developing a peculiar smell was inevitable.
That disembodied voice helped free me from that guy's wicked hand.
His eyes fluttered for a few minutes afterwards. I donned a smile, facing him as I greeted.
I rubbed my ears and turned around to see a middle-aged man standing in front of us. He was extraordinarily tall, and although half his face was hidden beneath a large pair of sunglasses, it still did not conceal his handsomeness.
I told myself that, up until the last moment, I warned him—to stop him. All because I was afraid he'd regret it afterwards.
Wenyang's body instantaneously stiffened.
He continued biting the upper part of my bare body, my trousers were also pulled off.
I sat in the dark, gazing at his face, feeling my body temperature lower little by little. Is it getting bright out? Before dawn, it always gets unusually cold.
He said before I quickly shut the door.
Lin Jing, you really are a genius!!
When I caught hold of myself, I was already pushed down onto the bed. This man, who I did not dare imagine when I masturbated out of the fear of staining him, was using his strength to press me down and tearing apart my clothes.
And I immediately guessed that this man was Wenyang's father.
Damn, I really want to hoot!
"I couldn't help her keep him," he sighed, turning his face and shutting his eyes.
"Please, come on! This is a main street, won't you give me a little face? Ya——owowowow…"
Un-freaking-believable! On a cloudy as heck day, he's wearing sunglasses!! This preference for ugly ass glasses by Wenyang was definitely inherited from him.
He said before I quickly shut the door.
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He said before I quickly shut the door.
At such a time, I was naturally very tactful and left; putting a distance of 100 metres between us as I went to a place where I was unable to hear or see them to wait until this father and son meeting ended.
What's going on? I touched my wet face.
When Wenyang came back, he kept pushing up the bridge of his silver rimmed glasses— even though they hadn't even slipped once. I didn't dare speak wantonly, because I felt that the corners of his mouth curved downwards as if they were going to weep.
I felt an indescribable fluster well in my chest: "Wen…"
"Lin Jing…is there somewhere where I'd be to drink beer?" While walking on our back home for a few minutes, he suddenly asked.
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This effing Laozi! I , for my entire life, have never waited on another soul like this.
After putting the towel back into the bathroom, when I came back and saw him, his eyes were tightly shut as lay still. It looked like he had already fallen asleep.
Un-freaking-believable! On a cloudy as heck day, he's wearing sunglasses!! This preference for ugly ass glasses by Wenyang was definitely inherited from him.
This effing Laozi! I , for my entire life, have never waited on another soul like this.
I was stunned for a bit: "Beer…!"
"Hiss——" by his sudden grab of me by the ear, I hissed I pain.
After putting the towel back into the bathroom, when I came back and saw him, his eyes were tightly shut as lay still. It looked like he had already fallen asleep.
That disembodied voice helped free me from that guy's wicked hand.
Just a little while ago, at the class meeting the topic of 'self-study discipline management' was being discussed. I looked on at Class Monitor Zhou while he stood on stage, at the front of the class, looking all kinds of beautiful; and couldn't help but raise my hand to request to be heard. That guy, reluctantly called my name while using his eyes to constantly warn "If you dare use this important occasion to talk crap, be careful I don't kick you to death!" on the side.
When I caught hold of myself, I was already pushed down onto the bed. This man, who I did not dare imagine when I masturbated out of the fear of staining him, was using his strength to press me down and tearing apart my clothes.
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"He's getting married again." A drunken Wenyang leaned his head on my shoulder.
But, I still couldn't utter the word "No".
I felt my way into the bathroom, filling the tub with warm water before climbing in; washing my body mechanically, in a complete daze. When the water got cold I climbed out clumsily, gave myself some medicine, then found a clean set of clothes to wear.
His eyes fluttered for a few minutes afterwards. I donned a smile, facing him as I greeted.
I of course knew who this "he" was referring to.
"He's getting married again." A drunken Wenyang leaned his head on my shoulder.
Wenyang's body instantaneously stiffened.
That's weird, though... Why can't I make a sound, huh?
From the start, till now, he hadn't said a word. Only acting arrogantly, rough and unyielding.
"It can possibly affect another student's ability to sleep, don't you think? Such a thing is really too inconsiderate."
"I couldn't dare tell my mom." Wenyang showed an expression of wanting to cry, "That foolish woman… always waiting… obviously knowing he'd never come back, yet she still waits… Foolish woman…"
"Yes. I'm not going to blab about you puking everywhere, neither about you taking your slippers as a microphone as you sang then falling asleep right after you were done. You were no different than a pig! Even after dragging and dragging you still didn't move! I put you on my bed and when I went to wash up, you were asleep for god knows how long, not waking up even when I called you." I was blabbering nonsense.
"Good… morning…" His reply was a bit sluggish, as he looked towards me wwearing a suspicious gaze.
"Yes. I'm not going to blab about you puking everywhere, neither about you taking your slippers as a microphone as you sang then falling asleep right after you were done. You were no different than a pig! Even after dragging and dragging you still didn't move! I put you on my bed and when I went to wash up, you were asleep for god knows how long, not waking up even when I called you." I was blabbering nonsense.
"I'm a fool too… Although I never said it… I always believed he'd come back too… and still wanted to call him daddy…"
I was stunned for a bit: "Beer…!"
Just a little while ago, at the class meeting the topic of 'self-study discipline management' was being discussed. I looked on at Class Monitor Zhou while he stood on stage, at the front of the class, looking all kinds of beautiful; and couldn't help but raise my hand to request to be heard. That guy, reluctantly called my name while using his eyes to constantly warn "If you dare use this important occasion to talk crap, be careful I don't kick you to death!" on the side.
"Xiao Jing…" he had trouble breathing, his brows knitted tightly.
"You're drunk." I weakly pushed him away. I didn't say "No", nor did I say "Stop". I had no intention of pushing him away, only just trying to wake him up. Because the way he's acting right now, after he sobers up, he will regret for the rest of his life.
Would I regret this later?
"…He gave me money again… What use does money have… I want things— The thing I want… Why doesn't he he give me, huh?"
When I caught hold of myself, I was already pushed down onto the bed. This man, who I did not dare imagine when I masturbated out of the fear of staining him, was using his strength to press me down and tearing apart my clothes.
Wenyang didn't act like himself, pressing his entire weight on my body. I knew he was really drunk and had no energy to pretend to be strong.
"I'm a fool too… Although I never said it… I always believed he'd come back too… and still wanted to call him daddy…"
When Wenyang came back, he kept pushing up the bridge of his silver rimmed glasses— even though they hadn't even slipped once. I didn't dare speak wantonly, because I felt that the corners of his mouth curved downwards as if they were going to weep.
I rubbed my ears and turned around to see a middle-aged man standing in front of us. He was extraordinarily tall, and although half his face was hidden beneath a large pair of sunglasses, it still did not conceal his handsomeness.
I stood on the roadside, half holding a baffled him, looking at the traffic: "Wenyang, do you want to go home?"
Sob …something …something's stuck in my throat—it hurts so much! Just take a deep breath, just breathe, breathe……
"No," he struggled to lift his head from my shoulder, shaking it, "I'm not going back… afraid to… see my mom."
Next, my body lost its balance, falling down heavily on his own.
Just lifting that sturdy and tall Zhou Wenyang from the taxi, then dragging him into my apartment made me as tired as a dog.
I staggered inside, supporting him to the bathroom to puke; pealed off his dirty coat and moved him onto the bed. I then pulled off his shoes (the stink of his feet was really awesome); went to the fridge and found some ice to put into a the water for him to drink; and found a relatively clean towel for him wipe his face on the towel rack in the bathroom.
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I was stunned for a bit: "Beer…!"
At such a time, I was naturally very tactful and left; putting a distance of 100 metres between us as I went to a place where I was unable to hear or see them to wait until this father and son meeting ended.
◈◇◈
I staggered inside, supporting him to the bathroom to puke; pealed off his dirty coat and moved him onto the bed. I then pulled off his shoes (the stink of his feet was really awesome); went to the fridge and found some ice to put into a the water for him to drink; and found a relatively clean towel for him wipe his face on the towel rack in the bathroom.
"You're drunk…" Rocking back and forth violently, it seemed I had been crying, repeating this sentence, without end.
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I felt my way into the bathroom, filling the tub with warm water before climbing in; washing my body mechanically, in a complete daze. When the water got cold I climbed out clumsily, gave myself some medicine, then found a clean set of clothes to wear.
But, I still couldn't utter the word "No".
I stood on the roadside, half holding a baffled him, looking at the traffic: "Wenyang, do you want to go home?"
This effing Laozi! I , for my entire life, have never waited on another soul like this.
"Wenyang?" I reached out to touch his face, it was a little flushed, and a bit warm. I sat stupidly on the edge of the bed not knowing what I should do. Do I lie on the bed and sleep together with him? Or…
"Xiao Jing…" he had trouble breathing, his brows knitted tightly.
A hand suddenly grabbed me. I jumped in fright, looking at his eyes, not knowing when they had opened. I had taken off his glasses earlier, so that pair of long, narrow and charming pair of eyes—not hindered by frames in the least—gazed towards me.
When I caught hold of myself, I was already pushed down onto the bed. This man, who I did not dare imagine when I masturbated out of the fear of staining him, was using his strength to press me down and tearing apart my clothes.
Damn, I really want to hoot!
I was speechless. Comforting someone is not something I am the most inept at, so to prevent myself from adding more oil to the fire, I kept my mouth shut, which was comparatively safer.
That's weird, though... Why can't I make a sound, huh?
I realized this and went to open the window. For a long time, I haven't cleaned my room, so it developing a peculiar smell was inevitable.
Un-freaking-believable! On a cloudy as heck day, he's wearing sunglasses!! This preference for ugly ass glasses by Wenyang was definitely inherited from him.
When Wenyang came back, he kept pushing up the bridge of his silver rimmed glasses— even though they hadn't even slipped once. I didn't dare speak wantonly, because I felt that the corners of his mouth curved downwards as if they were going to weep.
Lin Jing, you really are an idiot.
"Xiao Jing…" he had trouble breathing, his brows knitted tightly.
Wenyang's body instantaneously stiffened.
"I'm really useless, aren't I?" he mumbled, his voice very low. After vomiting, he probably became a bit more clear headed.
I thought about his reaction be when he woke up. Would it be: Shock? Regret? Hate? —While drunk, having relations with another man in a state of confusion, and a gay guy… a promiscuous gay guy at that…
I was speechless. Comforting someone is not something I am the most inept at, so to prevent myself from adding more oil to the fire, I kept my mouth shut, which was comparatively safer.
"I'm really useless, aren't I?" he mumbled, his voice very low. After vomiting, he probably became a bit more clear headed.
"How is that even possible." I clumsily wiped his face, figuring I was using too much pressure, as his brows crinkled again.
"There is a time and a place for telling jokes, this principle, do you not understand it?"
"I couldn't help her keep him," he sighed, turning his face and shutting his eyes.
"I couldn't dare tell my mom." Wenyang showed an expression of wanting to cry, "That foolish woman… always waiting… obviously knowing he'd never come back, yet she still waits… Foolish woman…"
"Please, come on! This is a main street, won't you give me a little face? Ya——owowowow…"
I staggered inside, supporting him to the bathroom to puke; pealed off his dirty coat and moved him onto the bed. I then pulled off his shoes (the stink of his feet was really awesome); went to the fridge and found some ice to put into a the water for him to drink; and found a relatively clean towel for him wipe his face on the towel rack in the bathroom.
The secret joy I hid within my heart vanished at once.
Wenyang didn't act like himself, pressing his entire weight on my body. I knew he was really drunk and had no energy to pretend to be strong.
I was speechless. Comforting someone is not something I am the most inept at, so to prevent myself from adding more oil to the fire, I kept my mouth shut, which was comparatively safer.
"I couldn't help her keep him," he sighed, turning his face and shutting his eyes.
The man I've fallen in love with, the man I lost my heart to, still sleeping peacefully on my bed.
From the start, till now, he hadn't said a word. Only acting arrogantly, rough and unyielding.
"The things I want… I will never get."
BINGO~~~
"I'm really useless, aren't I?" he mumbled, his voice very low. After vomiting, he probably became a bit more clear headed.
iana: I thought this was the saddest thing I'll ever translate when I did it, I cried translating this chapter, but I was wrong—so friggin wrong:(
I was terrified, scared he would suddenly burst into tears. It was just too unimaginable that someone like Zhou Wenyang would cry.
He pursed his lips, at last accepting my not-in-the-least-bit-funny joke; changed his clothes and took up the bag pack looking at me: "Xiao Jing, aren't you going to class with me?"
After putting the towel back into the bathroom, when I came back and saw him, his eyes were tightly shut as lay still. It looked like he had already fallen asleep.
"It can possibly affect another student's ability to sleep, don't you think? Such a thing is really too inconsiderate."
Chapter Four
I was terrified, scared he would suddenly burst into tears. It was just too unimaginable that someone like Zhou Wenyang would cry.
"Why… Why can't I remember any of these things." He stared at me confusedly.
"I'd like to suggest that students should remain quiet during self-study, and that they are to not speak loudly," I said in all seriousness. Looking at the head teacher and Zhou Wenyang, who both released a sigh of relief, as well as wearing satisfied expressions.
"Wenyang?" I reached out to touch his face, it was a little flushed, and a bit warm. I sat stupidly on the edge of the bed not knowing what I should do. Do I lie on the bed and sleep together with him? Or…
He looked down at his naked body under the blanket, not saying a word.
Not understanding why he pulled me, in a flustered flurry, I attempted to lift my body off him; rasing my head in that split second—his lips precisely and unmistakeably—kissed my own.
He said before I quickly shut the door.
A hand suddenly grabbed me. I jumped in fright, looking at his eyes, not knowing when they had opened. I had taken off his glasses earlier, so that pair of long, narrow and charming pair of eyes—not hindered by frames in the least—gazed towards me.
At such a time, I was naturally very tactful and left; putting a distance of 100 metres between us as I went to a place where I was unable to hear or see them to wait until this father and son meeting ended.
"No," he struggled to lift his head from my shoulder, shaking it, "I'm not going back… afraid to… see my mom."
From the start, till now, he hadn't said a word. Only acting arrogantly, rough and unyielding.
I felt an indescribable fluster well in my chest: "Wen…"
He was speechless, not moving an inch as he watched me bounce around putting on my one man show. After a while, he slowly held his head in his hands, smiling bitterly: "Am I really that bad at drinking?"
I felt an indescribable fluster well in my chest: "Wen…"
He said before I quickly shut the door.
"He's getting married again." A drunken Wenyang leaned his head on my shoulder.
"…He gave me money again… What use does money have… I want things— The thing I want… Why doesn't he he give me, huh?"
Next, my body lost its balance, falling down heavily on his own.
"You were drunk, so of course you don't remember! If you say you remember then it's not called being drunk, is it." I blabbed on and on incoherently, "Those things you do remember though, are definitely all dreams and delusions, don't think of them as being real. By the way, what do you remember, hm?"
I was stunned for a bit: "Beer…!"
"The things I want… I will never get."
Not understanding why he pulled me, in a flustered flurry, I attempted to lift my body off him; rasing my head in that split second—his lips precisely and unmistakeably—kissed my own.
I realized this and went to open the window. For a long time, I haven't cleaned my room, so it developing a peculiar smell was inevitable.
I thought about his reaction be when he woke up. Would it be: Shock? Regret? Hate? —While drunk, having relations with another man in a state of confusion, and a gay guy… a promiscuous gay guy at that…
"You were drunk, so of course you don't remember! If you say you remember then it's not called being drunk, is it." I blabbed on and on incoherently, "Those things you do remember though, are definitely all dreams and delusions, don't think of them as being real. By the way, what do you remember, hm?"
I thought about his reaction be when he woke up. Would it be: Shock? Regret? Hate? —While drunk, having relations with another man in a state of confusion, and a gay guy… a promiscuous gay guy at that…
"Yo~~ Wenyang, wait for me~~" I completely embodied a 'little lacky' as I took up my bag pack and chased after him eagerly. The cold faced guy before me—with coolness that was second to none—tucked his hands into his a pant pockets and walked away; pretending he neither heard nor saw a thing.
All my movements, stopped at once.
"I washed your clothes and they're still drying." I tossed a folded set of clothes at him—aggressively. "Are you a guy that's really that bad at drinking? Vomiting all over me, I can deal with, but even my bed wasn't spared! Troubling me to wash all those things in the middle of the night, and even more forcing me to coop myself up and sleep on the couch. You fucker, the next time you want to get drunk just try to find me and I'll toss your ass straight into the bathroom!"
That disembodied voice helped free me from that guy's wicked hand.
"No," he struggled to lift his head from my shoulder, shaking it, "I'm not going back… afraid to… see my mom."
By his embrace, by his deep kiss, I felt as if I were in a dream. I passively opened my mouth bearing that intense sucking and tangling, having no strength, and also unable to think. This kind of passion coming from him, I would have never dared to even fantasize—not one bit of it had a sense of reality at all.
I sat up, clenching my teeth to stop my groan from escaping. My entire erupting in a dull ache. Although I should be accustomed to this sort of thing by now, it was impossible to not be injured by this kind of rough treatment.
When I caught hold of myself, I was already pushed down onto the bed. This man, who I did not dare imagine when I masturbated out of the fear of staining him, was using his strength to press me down and tearing apart my clothes.
That disembodied voice helped free me from that guy's wicked hand.
"Wenyang…" to my surprise, making a sound was so hard. And when he cruelly bit down on my neck, every nerve of within me cried out with a shiver.
When I woke up, it looked like some time in middle of the night. My eyes were opened wide, staring at the ceiling, trying to organise the chaotic thoughts in my mind. Was I happy? …By him embracing me… should I be pleasantly surprised? I turned to look at the man lying next to me, he slept quite soundly; owing to his drunken state and the bulk of his energy being consumed a moment ago.
"It can possibly affect another student's ability to sleep, don't you think? Such a thing is really too inconsiderate."
The secret joy I hid within my heart vanished at once.
He said before I quickly shut the door.
"Hiss——" by his sudden grab of me by the ear, I hissed I pain.
"You're drunk." I weakly pushed him away. I didn't say "No", nor did I say "Stop". I had no intention of pushing him away, only just trying to wake him up. Because the way he's acting right now, after he sobers up, he will regret for the rest of his life.
All my movements, stopped at once.
He said before I quickly shut the door.
I stood up, gently pulling the dirty sheets from under him.
"Go to what class, huh! You were sleeping like the dead, while I spent last night bent up on the sofa—not sleeping a wink! I need to catch up on some sleep, okay." I pushed him towards the door, "Hurry up, go, go on. Oh, and ask for a leave of absence for me while you're there, thanks!"
"I'm a fool too… Although I never said it… I always believed he'd come back too… and still wanted to call him daddy…"
He continued biting the upper part of my bare body, my trousers were also pulled off.
Although I was a problem-student, I wasn't some kind of vile character, okay! Did my face have "I'm going to cause trouble" written all over it or something?
Then I suddenly felt dread. Why I felt dread, I did not know, I only knew that my heart was beating out of control, and my legs, resisting, tightened together.
Then, what about myself?
I felt my way into the bathroom, filling the tub with warm water before climbing in; washing my body mechanically, in a complete daze. When the water got cold I climbed out clumsily, gave myself some medicine, then found a clean set of clothes to wear.
N/A
But, I still couldn't utter the word "No".
"I'm really useless, aren't I?" he mumbled, his voice very low. After vomiting, he probably became a bit more clear headed.
I told myself that, up until the last moment, I warned him—to stop him. All because I was afraid he'd regret it afterwards.
His eyes fluttered for a few minutes afterwards. I donned a smile, facing him as I greeted.
The thick scent of the alcohol mixed with his own scent, that kind of thing made me feel confused, the feeling completely enshrouding me. I pushed him away, weakly struggling in resistance as he tried to pull open my legs.
I leaned back on the door, powerlessly sliding down onto the floor—bursting into choking sobs.
By his embrace, by his deep kiss, I felt as if I were in a dream. I passively opened my mouth bearing that intense sucking and tangling, having no strength, and also unable to think. This kind of passion coming from him, I would have never dared to even fantasize—not one bit of it had a sense of reality at all.
"No," he struggled to lift his head from my shoulder, shaking it, "I'm not going back… afraid to… see my mom."
"Wenyang, you're drunk," I repeated mechanically, until gradually hearing myself sob. "You're drunk," I cried. I really had no idea why I wanted to weep, nor why I grabbed onto those three words, refusing to let them go, like a man drowning clings onto a life preserver. Was it to warn him, or was it just a way to tell myself?
Why am I crying, huh? What's there to be sad about?
When I caught hold of myself, I was already pushed down onto the bed. This man, who I did not dare imagine when I masturbated out of the fear of staining him, was using his strength to press me down and tearing apart my clothes.
"I'm really useless, aren't I?" he mumbled, his voice very low. After vomiting, he probably became a bit more clear headed.
"Yo~~ Wenyang, wait for me~~" I completely embodied a 'little lacky' as I took up my bag pack and chased after him eagerly. The cold faced guy before me—with coolness that was second to none—tucked his hands into his a pant pockets and walked away; pretending he neither heard nor saw a thing.
"I'd like to suggest that students should remain quiet during self-study, and that they are to not speak loudly," I said in all seriousness. Looking at the head teacher and Zhou Wenyang, who both released a sigh of relief, as well as wearing satisfied expressions.
From the start, till now, he hadn't said a word. Only acting arrogantly, rough and unyielding.
This effing Laozi! I , for my entire life, have never waited on another soul like this.
Would I regret this later?
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Would I regret this later?
He continued biting the upper part of my bare body, my trousers were also pulled off.
When I was penetrated, I shrieked. The pain, blended with a bizarre feeling of satisfaction, spread throughout my entire body.
Wenyang didn't act like himself, pressing his entire weight on my body. I knew he was really drunk and had no energy to pretend to be strong.
Wenyang was still sleeping. So I stood by the bedside, looking at his respectable sleeping face. So handsome, so innocent, so… untarnished.
"I couldn't dare tell my mom." Wenyang showed an expression of wanting to cry, "That foolish woman… always waiting… obviously knowing he'd never come back, yet she still waits… Foolish woman…"
"You're drunk…" Rocking back and forth violently, it seemed I had been crying, repeating this sentence, without end.
I was terrified, scared he would suddenly burst into tears. It was just too unimaginable that someone like Zhou Wenyang would cry.
But, I still couldn't utter the word "No".
"Lin Jing…is there somewhere where I'd be to drink beer?" While walking on our back home for a few minutes, he suddenly asked.
"I couldn't help her keep him," he sighed, turning his face and shutting his eyes.
"Good morning."
I told myself that, up until the last moment, I warned him—to stop him. All because I was afraid he'd regret it afterwards.
When I was penetrated, I shrieked. The pain, blended with a bizarre feeling of satisfaction, spread throughout my entire body.
I felt an indescribable fluster well in my chest: "Wen…"
I leaned back on the door, powerlessly sliding down onto the floor—bursting into choking sobs.
Then, what about myself?
"…He gave me money again… What use does money have… I want things— The thing I want… Why doesn't he he give me, huh?"
I was stunned for a bit: "Beer…!"
He was speechless, not moving an inch as he watched me bounce around putting on my one man show. After a while, he slowly held his head in his hands, smiling bitterly: "Am I really that bad at drinking?"
Would I regret this later?
"Xiao Jing…" he had trouble breathing, his brows knitted tightly.
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When I woke up, it looked like some time in middle of the night. My eyes were opened wide, staring at the ceiling, trying to organise the chaotic thoughts in my mind. Was I happy? …By him embracing me… should I be pleasantly surprised? I turned to look at the man lying next to me, he slept quite soundly; owing to his drunken state and the bulk of his energy being consumed a moment ago.
Just lifting that sturdy and tall Zhou Wenyang from the taxi, then dragging him into my apartment made me as tired as a dog.
Tsk... That pissed off look of his is so cool~~ I thought happily, running a few steps, then throwing myself onto his arm and grabbing it.
I sat in the dark, gazing at his face, feeling my body temperature lower little by little. Is it getting bright out? Before dawn, it always gets unusually cold.
I sat up, clenching my teeth to stop my groan from escaping. My entire erupting in a dull ache. Although I should be accustomed to this sort of thing by now, it was impossible to not be injured by this kind of rough treatment.
Wenyang's body instantaneously stiffened.
I felt my way into the bathroom, filling the tub with warm water before climbing in; washing my body mechanically, in a complete daze. When the water got cold I climbed out clumsily, gave myself some medicine, then found a clean set of clothes to wear.
"Wenyang…" to my surprise, making a sound was so hard. And when he cruelly bit down on my neck, every nerve of within me cried out with a shiver.
Wenyang was still sleeping. So I stood by the bedside, looking at his respectable sleeping face. So handsome, so innocent, so… untarnished.
"Xiao Jing…"
I am absolutely certain he is heterosexual, and that he does not like men. He is a good student who has an excellent character, and is good at his studies, never having any blemishes in his past, and has a brilliant and promising future ahead of him.
I of course knew who this "he" was referring to.
Lin Jing, what about you?
And I immediately guessed that this man was Wenyang's father.
The secret joy I hid within my heart vanished at once.
"Please, come on! This is a main street, won't you give me a little face? Ya——owowowow…"
He pursed his lips, at last accepting my not-in-the-least-bit-funny joke; changed his clothes and took up the bag pack looking at me: "Xiao Jing, aren't you going to class with me?"
Then, what about myself?
I thought about his reaction be when he woke up. Would it be: Shock? Regret? Hate? —While drunk, having relations with another man in a state of confusion, and a gay guy… a promiscuous gay guy at that…
"Xiao Yang."
I sat in the dark, gazing at his face, feeling my body temperature lower little by little. Is it getting bright out? Before dawn, it always gets unusually cold.
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I stood up, gently pulling the dirty sheets from under him.
He looked away from me, chuckling: "I really was drunk then, I don't remember anything."
This effing Laozi! I , for my entire life, have never waited on another soul like this.
He looked down at his naked body under the blanket, not saying a word.
I was alone in the room when the dawn arrived, bustling about, dragging my aching body, aa well as my dampened eyes.
The secret joy I hid within my heart vanished at once.
The man I've fallen in love with, the man I lost my heart to, still sleeping peacefully on my bed.
I am absolutely certain he is heterosexual, and that he does not like men. He is a good student who has an excellent character, and is good at his studies, never having any blemishes in his past, and has a brilliant and promising future ahead of him.
N/A
He was speechless, not moving an inch as he watched me bounce around putting on my one man show. After a while, he slowly held his head in his hands, smiling bitterly: "Am I really that bad at drinking?"
"Good morning."
N/A
"Wenyang, you're drunk," I repeated mechanically, until gradually hearing myself sob. "You're drunk," I cried. I really had no idea why I wanted to weep, nor why I grabbed onto those three words, refusing to let them go, like a man drowning clings onto a life preserver. Was it to warn him, or was it just a way to tell myself?
"Why… Why can't I remember any of these things." He stared at me confusedly.
Wenyang was still sleeping. So I stood by the bedside, looking at his respectable sleeping face. So handsome, so innocent, so… untarnished.
Just lifting that sturdy and tall Zhou Wenyang from the taxi, then dragging him into my apartment made me as tired as a dog.
His eyes fluttered for a few minutes afterwards. I donned a smile, facing him as I greeted.
The thick scent of the alcohol mixed with his own scent, that kind of thing made me feel confused, the feeling completely enshrouding me. I pushed him away, weakly struggling in resistance as he tried to pull open my legs.
My ears had become bright red, since he still hadn't let go.
When I was penetrated, I shrieked. The pain, blended with a bizarre feeling of satisfaction, spread throughout my entire body.
"There is a time and a place for telling jokes, this principle, do you not understand it?"
His eyes fluttered for a few minutes afterwards. I donned a smile, facing him as I greeted.
"Good… morning…" His reply was a bit sluggish, as he looked towards me wwearing a suspicious gaze.
I stood on the roadside, half holding a baffled him, looking at the traffic: "Wenyang, do you want to go home?"
By his embrace, by his deep kiss, I felt as if I were in a dream. I passively opened my mouth bearing that intense sucking and tangling, having no strength, and also unable to think. This kind of passion coming from him, I would have never dared to even fantasize—not one bit of it had a sense of reality at all.
"I'm really useless, aren't I?" he mumbled, his voice very low. After vomiting, he probably became a bit more clear headed.
"I washed your clothes and they're still drying." I tossed a folded set of clothes at him—aggressively. "Are you a guy that's really that bad at drinking? Vomiting all over me, I can deal with, but even my bed wasn't spared! Troubling me to wash all those things in the middle of the night, and even more forcing me to coop myself up and sleep on the couch. You fucker, the next time you want to get drunk just try to find me and I'll toss your ass straight into the bathroom!"
My ears had become bright red, since he still hadn't let go.
"I'm really useless, aren't I?" he mumbled, his voice very low. After vomiting, he probably became a bit more clear headed.
He continued biting the upper part of my bare body, my trousers were also pulled off.
I leaned back on the door, powerlessly sliding down onto the floor—bursting into choking sobs.
"I couldn't help her keep him," he sighed, turning his face and shutting his eyes.
He was speechless, not moving an inch as he watched me bounce around putting on my one man show. After a while, he slowly held his head in his hands, smiling bitterly: "Am I really that bad at drinking?"
"Wenyang, you're drunk," I repeated mechanically, until gradually hearing myself sob. "You're drunk," I cried. I really had no idea why I wanted to weep, nor why I grabbed onto those three words, refusing to let them go, like a man drowning clings onto a life preserver. Was it to warn him, or was it just a way to tell myself?
I was stunned for a bit: "Beer…!"
After putting the towel back into the bathroom, when I came back and saw him, his eyes were tightly shut as lay still. It looked like he had already fallen asleep.
"Yes. I'm not going to blab about you puking everywhere, neither about you taking your slippers as a microphone as you sang then falling asleep right after you were done. You were no different than a pig! Even after dragging and dragging you still didn't move! I put you on my bed and when I went to wash up, you were asleep for god knows how long, not waking up even when I called you." I was blabbering nonsense.
Not understanding why he pulled me, in a flustered flurry, I attempted to lift my body off him; rasing my head in that split second—his lips precisely and unmistakeably—kissed my own.
"You're drunk." I weakly pushed him away. I didn't say "No", nor did I say "Stop". I had no intention of pushing him away, only just trying to wake him up. Because the way he's acting right now, after he sobers up, he will regret for the rest of his life.
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"Why… Why can't I remember any of these things." He stared at me confusedly.
Tsk... That pissed off look of his is so cool~~ I thought happily, running a few steps, then throwing myself onto his arm and grabbing it.
"You were drunk, so of course you don't remember! If you say you remember then it's not called being drunk, is it." I blabbed on and on incoherently, "Those things you do remember though, are definitely all dreams and delusions, don't think of them as being real. By the way, what do you remember, hm?"
"I'd like to suggest that students should remain quiet during self-study, and that they are to not speak loudly," I said in all seriousness. Looking at the head teacher and Zhou Wenyang, who both released a sigh of relief, as well as wearing satisfied expressions.
I looked at him nervously.
Lin Jing, what about you?
"Why… Why can't I remember any of these things." He stared at me confusedly.
I felt an indescribable fluster well in my chest: "Wen…"
He looked away from me, chuckling: "I really was drunk then, I don't remember anything."
That's weird, though... Why can't I make a sound, huh?
I sighed with relief, throwing the book bag to him: "Hurry up and change, you'll be late if you don't leave."
"No," he struggled to lift his head from my shoulder, shaking it, "I'm not going back… afraid to… see my mom."
He looked down at his naked body under the blanket, not saying a word.
I was alone in the room when the dawn arrived, bustling about, dragging my aching body, aa well as my dampened eyes.
I told myself that, up until the last moment, I warned him—to stop him. All because I was afraid he'd regret it afterwards.
"How is that even possible." I clumsily wiped his face, figuring I was using too much pressure, as his brows crinkled again.
I interrupted him before he cast a suspicious look: "I took off your clothes for you. They were dirty. Oi, gay guys are picky too, I didn't do anything to you while you were sleeping, trust me, alright?"
The audience erupted in thunderous applause and half of Zhou Wenyang's handsome face, immediately, darkened. Originally there were more wonderful things to come, but I was compelled by that obscene force of his to obediently drop back into my seat. Even with all this cooperative effort on my part, he was actually still angry. *Oh my, this guy,why is he so difficult to please, hm?*
"Wenyang…" to my surprise, making a sound was so hard. And when he cruelly bit down on my neck, every nerve of within me cried out with a shiver.
iana: I thought this was the saddest thing I'll ever translate when I did it, I cried translating this chapter, but I was wrong—so friggin wrong:(
He pursed his lips, at last accepting my not-in-the-least-bit-funny joke; changed his clothes and took up the bag pack looking at me: "Xiao Jing, aren't you going to class with me?"
Just a little while ago, at the class meeting the topic of 'self-study discipline management' was being discussed. I looked on at Class Monitor Zhou while he stood on stage, at the front of the class, looking all kinds of beautiful; and couldn't help but raise my hand to request to be heard. That guy, reluctantly called my name while using his eyes to constantly warn "If you dare use this important occasion to talk crap, be careful I don't kick you to death!" on the side.
"Go to what class, huh! You were sleeping like the dead, while I spent last night bent up on the sofa—not sleeping a wink! I need to catch up on some sleep, okay." I pushed him towards the door, "Hurry up, go, go on. Oh, and ask for a leave of absence for me while you're there, thanks!"
Lin Jing, you really are a genius!!
BINGO~~~
He looked down at his naked body under the blanket, not saying a word.
I thought about his reaction be when he woke up. Would it be: Shock? Regret? Hate? —While drunk, having relations with another man in a state of confusion, and a gay guy… a promiscuous gay guy at that…
"Please, come on! This is a main street, won't you give me a little face? Ya——owowowow…"
"Xiao Jing…"
Finally. That idiot. People without any sexual experience are so easy to coax!
He said before I quickly shut the door.
"Lin Jing…is there somewhere where I'd be to drink beer?" While walking on our back home for a few minutes, he suddenly asked.
I sat in the dark, gazing at his face, feeling my body temperature lower little by little. Is it getting bright out? Before dawn, it always gets unusually cold.
"You're drunk…" Rocking back and forth violently, it seemed I had been crying, repeating this sentence, without end.
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Just lifting that sturdy and tall Zhou Wenyang from the taxi, then dragging him into my apartment made me as tired as a dog.
BINGO~~~
"Yo~~ Wenyang, wait for me~~" I completely embodied a 'little lacky' as I took up my bag pack and chased after him eagerly. The cold faced guy before me—with coolness that was second to none—tucked his hands into his a pant pockets and walked away; pretending he neither heard nor saw a thing.
Just lifting that sturdy and tall Zhou Wenyang from the taxi, then dragging him into my apartment made me as tired as a dog.
"How is that even possible." I clumsily wiped his face, figuring I was using too much pressure, as his brows crinkled again.
Finally. That idiot. People without any sexual experience are so easy to coax!
I felt my way into the bathroom, filling the tub with warm water before climbing in; washing my body mechanically, in a complete daze. When the water got cold I climbed out clumsily, gave myself some medicine, then found a clean set of clothes to wear.
Lin Jing, you really are a genius!!
I sighed with relief, throwing the book bag to him: "Hurry up and change, you'll be late if you don't leave."
"Yes. I'm not going to blab about you puking everywhere, neither about you taking your slippers as a microphone as you sang then falling asleep right after you were done. You were no different than a pig! Even after dragging and dragging you still didn't move! I put you on my bed and when I went to wash up, you were asleep for god knows how long, not waking up even when I called you." I was blabbering nonsense.
At such a time, I was naturally very tactful and left; putting a distance of 100 metres between us as I went to a place where I was unable to hear or see them to wait until this father and son meeting ended.
"Xiao Jing…"
When I caught hold of myself, I was already pushed down onto the bed. This man, who I did not dare imagine when I masturbated out of the fear of staining him, was using his strength to press me down and tearing apart my clothes.
Damn, I really want to hoot!
After putting the towel back into the bathroom, when I came back and saw him, his eyes were tightly shut as lay still. It looked like he had already fallen asleep.
I sat up, clenching my teeth to stop my groan from escaping. My entire erupting in a dull ache. Although I should be accustomed to this sort of thing by now, it was impossible to not be injured by this kind of rough treatment.
Chapter Four
That's weird, though... Why can't I make a sound, huh?
"How is that even possible." I clumsily wiped his face, figuring I was using too much pressure, as his brows crinkled again.
Damn, I really want to hoot!
Lin Jing, you really are a genius!!
At such a time, I was naturally very tactful and left; putting a distance of 100 metres between us as I went to a place where I was unable to hear or see them to wait until this father and son meeting ended.
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Sob …something …something's stuck in my throat—it hurts so much! Just take a deep breath, just breathe, breathe……
iana: I thought this was the saddest thing I'll ever translate when I did it, I cried translating this chapter, but I was wrong—so friggin wrong:(
I looked at him nervously.
"Please, come on! This is a main street, won't you give me a little face? Ya——owowowow…"
I am absolutely certain he is heterosexual, and that he does not like men. He is a good student who has an excellent character, and is good at his studies, never having any blemishes in his past, and has a brilliant and promising future ahead of him.
I sat up, clenching my teeth to stop my groan from escaping. My entire erupting in a dull ache. Although I should be accustomed to this sort of thing by now, it was impossible to not be injured by this kind of rough treatment.
What's going on? I touched my wet face.
By his embrace, by his deep kiss, I felt as if I were in a dream. I passively opened my mouth bearing that intense sucking and tangling, having no strength, and also unable to think. This kind of passion coming from him, I would have never dared to even fantasize—not one bit of it had a sense of reality at all.
Why am I crying, huh? What's there to be sad about?
When Wenyang came back, he kept pushing up the bridge of his silver rimmed glasses— even though they hadn't even slipped once. I didn't dare speak wantonly, because I felt that the corners of his mouth curved downwards as if they were going to weep.
I leaned back on the door, powerlessly sliding down onto the floor—bursting into choking sobs.
I looked at him nervously.
I felt an indescribable fluster well in my chest: "Wen…"
At such a time, I was naturally very tactful and left; putting a distance of 100 metres between us as I went to a place where I was unable to hear or see them to wait until this father and son meeting ended.
I sighed with relief, throwing the book bag to him: "Hurry up and change, you'll be late if you don't leave."
Just a little while ago, at the class meeting the topic of 'self-study discipline management' was being discussed. I looked on at Class Monitor Zhou while he stood on stage, at the front of the class, looking all kinds of beautiful; and couldn't help but raise my hand to request to be heard. That guy, reluctantly called my name while using his eyes to constantly warn "If you dare use this important occasion to talk crap, be careful I don't kick you to death!" on the side.
Lin Jing, you really are an idiot.
"The things I want… I will never get."
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