novelraw Chapter 42 No, it's about capturing people.
Chapter 42 No, it's about capturing people.
Xu Yueqing looked at Chen Bo, whose usually cold and aloof eyes were now filled with shock, shame, struggle... and a hint of expectation that she couldn't deny.
Yes, their closest and deepest connection began that night.
Before that night, he was her boyfriend—a loser she found neither appealing nor worth keeping.
After that night, he became her ex-boyfriend, the one she couldn't stop dreaming about and regretted her decision.
The body doesn't lie; her body has never rejected him, and even longed for him.
"You..." Xu Yueqing's voice trembled uncontrollably, "You only...you only want this?"
Chen Bo nodded frankly: "Right now, the past feelings are gone. What I crave from you now is this."
He added, "Of course, if you don't want to, then disregard what I said. I'll take my things and leave, and we should try to minimize contact in the future unless absolutely necessary."
He was about to get up as he spoke.
"Wait!" Xu Yueqing blurted out.
Chen Bo stopped what he was doing and looked at her.
Xu Yueqing bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled.
She lowered her head, her fingers gripping the hem of her skirt tightly. After a full half minute, she nodded very slightly.
They didn't say "okay" or "willing".
But that nod and the flushed ears said it all.
Chen Bo smiled.
He stood up, walked around the dining table, and stood in front of Xu Yueqing. He leaned down and placed one hand on the armrest of her chair.
"Have you thought it through?" he asked, his breath brushing against her earlobe.
Xu Yueqing trembled, closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, and nodded again.
Without further ado, Chen Bo reached out and lifted her horizontally from the chair.
"Ah!" Xu Yueqing exclaimed sharply, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck.
Chen Bo carried her up the stairs, familiar with the way, and headed towards the all-too-familiar master bedroom.
The door was open, and he went in; the door wasn't closed.
The curtains were drawn, the room was dimly lit, and the air still carried the unique fragrance of Xu Yueqing.
Chen Bo placed her on the large bed and then covered her with him.
He straddled her, looking at her tightly closed eyes, flushed cheeks, and slightly trembling lips.
"Open your eyes."
Xu Yueqing hesitated for a moment, then slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes were filled with tears, shyness, nervousness, and a hint of resignation.
"Xu Yueqing," Chen Bo looked at her, his voice low, "this is the path you chose, don't regret it."
After saying that, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.
This kiss was unlike any before; there was no vengeful ferocity, no parting madness, and none of the polite distance that followed last night's celebration.
It carries a touch of gentle and kind warmth.
……
After an unknown amount of time, the wind stopped and the rain ceased.
Chen Bo leaned against the headboard, and Xu Yueqing curled up in his arms, her face pressed against his sweaty chest, her long hair disheveled, her breathing not yet fully calm.
Chen Bo lit a cigarette, and surprisingly, there were still cigarettes and a lighter that he had left behind on Xu Yueqing's bedside table.
He took a drag and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.
Do you regret it?
The person in his arms was silent for a moment, then gently shook their head, their hair tickling his chest.
"No regrets." Xu Yueqing's voice was muffled, hoarse from the aftermath. "Even if... even if this is all you want, I'll give it to you."
Chen Bo flicked his cigarette ash and didn't say anything.
"Chen Bo," Xu Yueqing looked up, her eyes still red, but her gaze was earnest, "I will try my best to make you like me again, not just physically."
Chen Bo looked at her, suddenly smiled, and reached out to ruffle her messy hair: "Okay, let's see how you do."
These words were still offensive, but Xu Yueqing's eyes lit up as if she had received some kind of promise. She buried her head back down and hugged him even tighter.
The two lay quietly for a while, then Chen Bo stubbed out his cigarette: "I should go get my things."
"Lie down for another five minutes," Xu Yueqing said softly, with a hint of coquetry in her voice.
Chen Bo didn't object; he wasn't the kind of scumbag who would turn his back on someone after he'd done his bidding.
Besides, I haven't even put it on yet.
Five minutes later, he got up and dressed.
Xu Yueqing also got up, put on the crumpled house dress, and followed him barefoot like a little tail.
Chen Bo really didn't have much left. Mainly, there were a few music theory books in the study, some old records collected by the original owner, and two old coats that he hadn't taken with him in the corner of the dressing room.
He found a cardboard box and packed the things inside.
Xu Yueqing watched silently until he finished tidying up, then asked softly, "Are you coming over again tonight?"
Chen Bo, holding the cardboard box, turned to look at her: "We'll see."
I didn't say yes, nor did I say no.
Xu Yueqing seemed to have received a satisfactory answer: "Okay, I'll cook porridge tonight too, you can come and eat."
Chen Bo grunted in agreement and walked out carrying the cardboard box.
As he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and turned back: "Oh, right."
Xu Yueqing looked at him expectantly.
"Next time you cook porridge, you can add some preserved egg and lean meat," Chen Bo said. "Plain porridge is too bland."
Xu Yueqing paused for a moment, then said, "Okay, I'll learn."
The sun is just right, the breeze is not dry.
As Chen Bo carried the cardboard box and swayed back to the gate of Zhou Lingyan's villa, he was still savoring the taste of the breakfast he had just eaten.
It has to be said that although Xu Yueqing's personality was not to his liking, she was arrogant and had done some stupid things, her physical attributes were top-notch.
That face, that figure, that skin... especially that shy, timid, and slightly ingratiating look she had before and after the encounter, it really could ignite some kind of deep-seated malice in a man.
"Tsk, three days of starvation, nine meals a day, and one meal makes it all worthwhile." Chen Bo muttered, kicking open the courtyard gate.
As soon as I walked in, I heard noises coming from the living room.
Looking up, I saw that both young ladies were already up, since the sun was high in the sky.
Zhou Lingyan was still wearing that silk bathrobe, her hair disheveled and draped over her shoulders. She was holding a mug and leaning against the kitchen doorway, looking languidly beautiful as if she hadn't woken up yet.
Bei Weiwei had changed into a light pink business suit, her long hair was neatly combed, and her makeup was exquisite. She was sitting at the dining table, sipping her juice, with a healthy-looking salad in front of her.