lcionline Chapter 651 The High-and-mighty, Two-Faced Academic Genius (Gong) VS The Unrestrained, Charming, and
Chapter 651 The High-and-mighty, Two-Faced Academic Genius (Gong) VS The Unrestrained, Charming, and
In the early hours of the morning, the old apartment complex was quiet.
Unlike the bustling city center, this place becomes very quiet at night.
The streetlights under the apartment building are quite old, with mottled rust on them, so the light they cast is somewhat dim and yellowish.
As the evening breeze blew, the shadows of the leaves swayed on the ground for a moment, revealing a glimpse of the figure standing in the darkness.
Soon, the figure disappeared into the darkness again, leaving only a sliver of crimson light falling from the fingertips. Only after finishing the last cigarette did the figure finally move.
……
After Jiang Xiyu finished, he took a shower in the bathroom. When he came out, Bai Chengci was still sitting on the ground with her long legs open.
The bedroom window was not open for ventilation, and there was still a faint, ambiguous smell in the air.
Bai Chengci didn't move. She just curled up slightly against the foot of the bed, her head down. Her clothes were still loose, and her wrists hung down on her bent knees. She was holding a tissue and seemed lost in thought.
Only when she heard Jiang Xiyu's footsteps approaching did the confusion in Bai Chengci's eyes fade considerably.
His eyelids twitched suddenly, his long eyelashes glistening with moisture. After a moment, he slowly raised his head.
The soft light in the bedroom made Bai Chengci's face appear flushed, and the light sweat on her beautiful face made her look pure and innocent. Just one glance was enough to make one's heart flutter.
Jiang Xiyu looked at it, his tongue lightly touching between his teeth, his gaze sweeping over Bai Chengci's languid eyebrows and eyes, then his nose, and finally his slightly parted lips. His gaze paused for a moment, and he suddenly asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you wipe it clean?"
Bai Chengci's Adam's apple bobbed for a moment upon hearing this, then she pursed her lips and said, "I don't want to wipe it."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiyu let out a deep breath and said, enunciating each word clearly, "As you wish..."
Do whatever you want, clean it or not.
Bai Chengci quieted down for a moment, then tried to prop herself up on the ground.
Seeing his strenuous movements, Jiang Xiyu asked, "What are you doing?"
Bai Chengci's voice was a little hoarse: "I want to get a glass of water."
Jiang Xiyu understood what he meant, his brow twitched, and before he could finish speaking, he said, "Don't move, I'll go get it for you."
He doesn't have the habit of putting water in the bedroom, so I went to the living room to pour him a glass.
Bai Chengci watched him leave, then closed her eyes, leaned back, her chest heaving, and exhaled as if with some regret.
You should have brought everything with you.
A minute later, when Jiang Xiyu brought the water to the bedroom, Bai Chengci had already gotten up from the ground, though she was still a little unsteady.
Jiang Xiyu walked over and handed him the water, her tone less harsh: "Drink."
Bai Chengci glanced at it, but didn't reach out to take it. Instead, she softly asked, "Would you feed me?"
Perhaps it was because Bai Chengci had pleased him earlier that Jiang Xiyu had become somewhat patient. He did not refuse, but raised his hand slightly and fed Bai Chengci water.
Bai Chengci drank water slowly, taking small sips as if she were savoring tea.
It was a perfectly normal action, but it was accompanied by an atmosphere where passion had not yet faded.
Jiang Xiyu felt that the action of drinking water was inexplicably strange, so he couldn't help but urge, "Can you drink it faster?"
Seeing his urging, Bai Chengci's lips slightly parted from the cup. He carefully raised his eyes, glistening with tears, and glanced at Jiang Xiyu, uttering only one word in a hoarse voice: "It hurts..."
Jiang Xiyu was speechless and stopped urging him.
Okay, it's my fault.
Several seconds passed, and Bai Chengci drank slowly and steadily, her drooping eyelashes trembling from time to time.
After he finished drinking, Jiang Xiyu went to the wardrobe and found him some clothes.
Bai Chengci held the clothes, looking at Jiang Xiyu with a questioning gaze, and said, "Can you help me..."
Jiang Xiyu knew from the beginning that it wasn't a nice thing to say, so she decisively refused: "No, wash it yourself."
Do you still want him to bathe you?
He didn't sleep with him.
Who are you trying to impress by putting on such a weak and vulnerable act?
"..."
Bai Chengci didn't want Jiang Xiyu to help him wash, and was stunned for a moment when he heard him say that.
Coming to her senses, Bai Chengci looked at the clothes in her hand, examined them for a few moments, and realized that one piece was missing.
He thought for a moment and then said, "Could you get me a pair of underwear?"
After listening, Jiang Xiyu glanced at the clothes Bai Chengci was holding, then reached out and rummaged through them to make sure she hadn't taken them. Just as she was about to turn around to get them, she heard the person in front of her say in a serious tone, "Wouldn't it be inappropriate not to wear them? But if you like, I can choose not to wear them..."
Jiang Xiyu: "..."
Wow, what kind of thought process is this? Where did he even get the idea that he likes someone?
Jiang Xiyu didn't say anything, and turned around to find something for him in the wardrobe.
For a moment, Bai Chengci silently watched his figure, her eyes seeming to become somewhat unsatisfied.
However, when Jiang Xiyu found the clothes and turned around, the expression in his eyes faded again, and his brows and eyes became weary.
Jiang Xiyu threw the small piece of cloth at him and said, "Go wash it quickly, it smells awful."
Bai Chengci took the underwear, but said lightly, "It smells very nice."
He liked Jiang Xiyu's home, his bedroom, and even more so, being enveloped in his presence.
Every breath I take carries his scent.
Bai Chengci still felt there was more to say about this.
However, as soon as he said this, Jiang Xiyu inexplicably recalled the scene of Bai Chengci smelling his underwear, and his expression immediately became indescribable.
Damn, that's a pervert.
Go wash up!
"it is good."
……
The bathroom door closed gently, and Jiang Xiyu's gaze fell on the trash can at the foot of the bed. Then, with a cold expression, she tied the trash bag into a tight knot.
He then opened the window to ventilate the room. While waiting for the smell in the bedroom to dissipate, Jiang Xiyu took a pack of cigarettes from the drawer.
He leaned against the window, lit a cigarette, and when he took out his phone, the lock screen was almost entirely filled with WeChat messages.
Lu Ziqi sent him a lot of messages like crazy, as well as many 60-second voice messages with hearts.
Jiang Xiyu glanced at it, not in the mood to listen at all. He only heard the shortest part and immediately realized that Lu Ziqi was drunk.
He only replied with a question mark before tossing his phone aside.
When Bai Chengci came out, she saw Jiang Xiyu leaning against the window smoking. She paused for a moment but did not make a sound to disturb him.
Jiang Xiyu's smoking posture was very cool, with a sense of satisfaction that came after he finished.
At that moment, his attention was elsewhere, or perhaps his mind had gone blank.
So when Bai Chengci walked up to him, he turned his head away, still holding a cigarette in his mouth.
Bai Chengci frowned slightly as she smelled the smoke, but remained silent.
Jiang Xiyu took a sip, raised her hand to remove the cigarette from her lips, and asked, "Finished washing?"
Bai Chengci stared at him and softly hummed in agreement.
Bai Chengci was close to him and smelled the thick smoke at the tip of her nose, but she didn't find it unpleasant.
Instead, he lowered his eyes to stare at Jiang Xiyu's slightly parted lips and suddenly said, "May I take a puff?"
Jiang Xiyu glanced at him, then chuckled and said, "What are you doing?"
Bai Chengci honestly replied, "I haven't tried it before, but I'd like to."
Jiang Xiyu didn't offer him the cigarette. Instead, he casually raised his hand, took a deep drag of the cigarette between his fingers, paused for a moment, lowered his eyes, and slowly exhaled the cigarette onto Bai Chengci's face.
A hazy white mist suddenly rose and swirled in front of the two of them.
The fine, delicate strands brushed against Bai Chengci's face as if in a flirtatious manner.
In that instant, Bai Chengci's heart seemed to be gripped by his gaze.
Each beat was incredibly clear and slow.
Jiang Xiyu smiled and asked him, "Does it smell good?"
Bai Chengci's throat tightened, and his eyes seemed to gleam slightly from the smoke, but he still whispered, "It smells good."
She had just taken a shower; her hair was wet, and so were her eyes. She looked rather pitiful.
As he wished, Jiang Xiyu handed the half-smoked cigarette to Bai Chengci, curled his lips, and coaxed, "Try it?"
Bai Chengci obediently did as she was told, leaning slightly closer to grab Jiang Xiyu's wrist, and then biting the cigarette into his mouth.
It was clearly his first time encountering this stuff, so he had no idea that he was inhaling it while frowning.
The movement was innocent yet carried an indescribable sensuality, with her thin lips seemingly touching Jiang Xiyu's fingertips.
Jiang Xiyu sensed a silent chuckle. After he finished smoking, she put the cigarette back down, held it between her lips, and sighed softly, "Following me, you've become bad..."
Bai Chengci mimicked him, lowering her eyes and coldly exhaling the smoke.
The smoke brushed past his face, and Jiang Xiyu's expression paused for a moment before he smiled lightly and told Bai Chengci, "This can't be ignored."
Bai Chengci's eyes were a little red from the smoke, and he asked in confusion, "Hmm?"
Jiang Xiyu smiled and said slowly, "If you do this, others will think you're provoking me... but I'll think you're trying to flirt with me..."
Bai Chengci's eyes flickered slightly. After a moment of silence, she reached out and hooked Jiang Xiyu's fingertips together, speaking in a very soft voice: "So, do you want to flirt with me?"
If someone else said this, it would be hard to bear, but when Jiang Xiyu said it, with a slightly amused tone, it sounded more like an enticement, making it impossible not to be captivated.
Just like this moment.
Bai Cheng porcelain fell deeply into such temptation.
Jiang Xiyu chuckled softly and replied soberly, "Aren't we adjusting it right now?"
Bai Chengci couldn't resist leaning in and kissing the corner of his lips.
Jiang Xiyu then took the opportunity to give him a kiss that smelled of smoke.
The kiss was urgent and impatient, unlike anything they would normally do.
Fortunately, after kissing so many times, my kissing skills have improved quite a bit.
Jiang Xiyu closed her eyes and thought to herself.
But as the kiss teetered on the brink of losing control, Jiang Xiyu put down her cigarette, ran her fingers through Bai Chengci's hair, and grasped his damp hair, saying with a slight pressure, "Okay, you're acting like a puppy..."
It's like they haven't gnawed on a bone in eight hundred years.
Jiang Xiyu paused for a moment, then asked rather rudely, "Are you a puppy?"
Bai Chengci couldn't kiss him anymore, so she just mumbled an "Mmm".
When Jiang Xiyu suddenly raised his hand to stop her, Bai Chengci shuddered, lowered his eyes and couldn't help but frown, subconsciously muttering "Damn it."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiyu suddenly laughed: "How come you've even learned this?"
Bai Chengci opened her eyes slightly, her gaze somewhat innocent.
Jiang Xiyu flirtatiously touched his face, smiled slightly, and finally relented, saying, "Next time if you hold on a little longer, I'll let you try that word..."
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
Dear reviewer, I didn't do anything, just flirted a bit. Love you, muah!