SYLM Chapter 132

Chapter 132 “Just one more time, just one.”

It was Tang Ying.

It really was Tang Ying.

The voice, so cold it could chill you to the bone, made Fu Yi Wen shiver. Her dizzy head cleared up a lot instantly. She struggled a couple of times against the wrist that was being held, but couldn’t break free.

“You… what are you doing here?”

“Come back with me.”

Tang Ying repeated the previous words with a cold face, her voice like ice. Fu Yi Wen groaned, her eyes almost unable to open, but she was still putting on a brave face:

“I’m not leaving, I haven’t had enough fun yet.”

The hand gripping her wrist tightened silently, her fingertips caressing the pulsing vein. Tang Ying stared at Fu Yi Wen and asked:

“What are you having fun doing here?”

“Having fun doing…”

Fu Yi Wen repeated the sentence with her head down, completely unaware that the beautiful eyes in front of her were icy and dangerous at that moment:

“What else can you do at a les bar but flirt and be ambiguous with pretty ladies—”

Before she could finish, the drunkard was pulled forward by the collar, her nose almost bumping into something. Tang Ying’s resentful, icy voice was practically squeezed out from between her teeth:

“You left me at home to come out and flirt and be ambiguous with other people?”

“……”

Perhaps she had gotten used to Tang Ying being gentle with her lately, Fu Yi Wen had forgotten how terrifying this person could be when she got angry.

The alcohol crackled in her veins, giving Fu Yi Wen unprecedented courage. Now that things had reached this point, she wouldn’t back down. She braced herself and faced Tang Ying head-on:

“So what? I want to!”

“Who?”

“Who what?”

“Who are you flirting and being ambiguous with? Who has you so infatuated that you don’t even want to go home?”

“What’s it to you? Who are you to me!”

“You tell me, who am I to you.”

“I said you’re nobody—”

Before she could finish, the hand that was gripping her collar suddenly grabbed her neck. As if she had been fitted with a collar, Fu Yi Wen shuddered in fright. Her mouth opened for a long time, but she couldn’t utter a single word. Her large, blurred eyes blinked, almost causing the frowning, cold-faced beauty in front of her to catch a cold.

Looking at the suddenly obedient Fu Yi Wen, Tang Ying swallowed imperceptibly.

Though she was said to be grabbing her neck, her fingers, pressed tightly against the artery, couldn’t bear to really exert force. The blurred, ambiguous light cast mottled shadows on their faces, making people feel uneasy.

This wasn’t the place to talk.

Tang Ying hooked Fu Yi Wen’s collar and left the bar.

As soon as they exited the bar, the night wind rushed into her collar, causing Fu Yi Wen to shiver. The chaotic intoxication dissipated a bit.

Realizing that Tang Ying was dragging her towards the parking space, the reckless energy from before surged up again. Just as Tang Ying took out the car key, the drunkard suddenly broke free from her hand, proving harder to restrain than a pig at New Year’s:

“Why are you pulling me out? I told you I haven’t had enough fun yet!”

The car key swung a cold light in her fingertips. Tang Ying looked at her, her tone cold: “If you want to play, go home and play.”

“Go home and play?” Fu Yi Wen tilted her head, looking speechless: “Is your brain malfunctioning? Who would be at home?”

Those words were extremely displeasing to hear. Tang Ying suddenly moved half a step closer, the scent of metallic roses mixed with white musk pressing down overwhelmingly:

“Am I not a person?”

“……”

So fragrant.

Fu Yi Wen was a little dizzy from the scent, momentarily speechless: “I… I don’t want to play with you…”

Tang Ying raised an eyebrow, her eyes swirling with emotion: “Why?”

Fu Yi Wen retreated half a step silently, stubbornly turning her face away, but exposing her reddened ear: “No… no reason, I just don’t want to play with you!”

Tang Ying followed up with another step forward, her tone soft and resentful: “Am I not pretty?”

“……”

The atmosphere of the conversation was developing in a strange direction.

Fu Yi Wen shook her head hard. Don’t be reckless! She yelled, “You’re not gentle!”

“……”

Tang Ying’s eyes flickered, but she didn’t say anything. She just took another half-step forward, forcing Fu Yi Wen to retreat in a daze:

“What are you doing? I’m telling you, don’t come over here! I know you’re strong, but I’m not weak either!”

The steps forward didn’t stop.

“Stop there! If you come any closer, I’m going to hit you!”

The warning was still ineffective.

Her back hit the lamppost, and the spine ached.

Finished, nowhere to retreat.

“Stop there!” Fu Yi Wen leaned against the lamppost, raising her hand in a show of force: “If you come any closer, I’m really going to hit you!”

“Hit me then.” Tang Ying replied, a certain emotion on the verge of losing control in her eyes.

“……”

Seeing that this person wasn’t taking her warning seriously, Fu Yi Wen, having been cornered like this, was a little at a loss. She was about to protest when she was interrupted by a hand suddenly caressing her neck. Tang Ying’s thumb pressed against her pulsing vein, her index finger hooked under her chin, forcing her to raise her head to meet her gaze.

“You, what are you doing!”

“You like gentle, right.”

“……”

Meeting those beautiful, turbulent eyes, Fu Yi Wen was stunned. Other than swallowing, she didn’t know what to say.

“You DislikeI’m not young enough, right.”

“Eh? I never said that—um—”

A gust of wind passed her ear, faster than her racing heartbeat.

Before she could finish speaking, Fu Yi Wen was pulled forward by the neck, instantly falling into an assertive, fiery kiss. In the midst of the spinning sensation, the taste of mint and tobacco forcefully pried open her teeth. When a canine grazed her lower lip, Fu Yi Wen tasted a hint of sweet, astringent blood.

Finished!

This situation was too much. After knowing each other for so many years, the two of them had never had any intimate gestures that crossed the line. Occasionally, Tang Ying would soften her tone and act spoiled, and Fu Yi Wen’s heart would race for a long time. Not to mention now…

Her brain directly crashed, her body reacting faster than her brain, instinctively closing her eyes.

That’s right, that’s how it was portrayed in idol dramas.

To be precise, this was their first kiss.

Wait, Tang Ying actually kissed her forcefully?!

Realizing this, Fu Yi Wen opened her eyes with a jolt. She wanted to push the person away, but as soon as she raised her hand, it was twisted behind her back. She was pressed against the lamppost in a deep kiss, the wet and soft tongue penetrating directly. She could only be forced to lift her head and endure this kiss full of possessiveness.

Perhaps she really couldn’t break free, or perhaps the feeling was too good. The eyes she had just opened closed again uncontrollably.

So fragrant.

This kiss carried a punitive meaning.

When Tang Ying’s tongue deliberately swept across the roof of her mouth, Fu Yi Wen’s legs went weak. She subconsciously grabbed the other person’s clothes to keep from kneeling on the spot. The hand lightly pinching her neck had moved to cradle the back of her head, putting even more force into the kiss in coordination with the kiss, pressing down deeper and harder, making Fu Yi Wen moan involuntarily like a small animal.

The streets of the night life had long been accustomed to this kind of intimacy. Passers-by didn’t pay much attention to the pair of entangled beauties.

She didn’t know how long they kissed. When the air in her lungs was almost squeezed dry, Tang Ying finally let the person go.

After taking two big gulps of life-saving oxygen, Fu Yi Wen stumbled back, covering her swollen lips. Her lip gloss had long been smeared on her cheeks. Regaining some reason, she was a little exasperated:

“Tang Ying! You! Why did you kiss me!”

Tang Ying leisurely wiped the corner of her mouth that had been kissed, smearing the marks even more, smiling but not smiling: “Don’t you like flirting?”

Fu Yi Wen’s eyes widened: “? You call forceful kissing flirting?!”

Tang Ying raised an eyebrow: “Otherwise what, This is Los Angeles.”

Fu Yi Wen stamped her feet in anger: “…Tang Ying!”

“If you still don’t come home with me, I’ll keep kissing you, until you listen.”

“……”

—-

It is said that a great man can bend and stretch, and a little girl can certainly do it too.

When Fu Yi Wen followed Tang Ying back to the apartment, the moonlight stretched the shadows of the two people long. The night wind was cold and hard, blowing away the remaining alcohol from Fu Yi Wen’s body, but it could not blow away the depression in her heart.

It was already late at night when she got to the door of her house. The cucumber dishes were cold.

The sound of the key inserting into the lock was particularly clear in the silent corridor. When she pushed open the door, Fu Yi Wen turned around while holding onto the door frame and saw that Tang Ying was still standing behind her, not leaving. Those habitually sharp, beautiful eyes were actually carrying a bit of vague anticipation at the moment.

Remembering the forceful kiss just now at the door of the bar, Fu Yi Wen looked at someone with a bit of fear and a bit of impatience:

“I’ve already come back, why are you still following me?”

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you?”

“……”

Fu Yi Wen blinked her eyelashes dully. Only when she said that did she realize that she could smell the kitchen smoke that Tang Ying was stained with. She could even see the blue veins on the woman’s neck that were more obvious due to the emotional ups and downs.

“The whole afternoon.”

Tang Ying took a half step forward, but stopped again, her tone unclear:

“Starting from washing and chopping vegetables, I was wondering if you would be happy when you ate these two dishes, and whether I could say a few more words to you with this happiness. But you didn’t come back.”

These words sounded like a complaint to Fu Yi Wen.

Funny, what qualifications did she have to complain.

Meeting the resentful gaze of that person, those past grievances that should not have been mentioned again suddenly poured into her mind, like sharp thorns, accurately piercing the softest place in Fu Yi Wen’s heart. The corners of her mouth pulled out a mocking arc, but her eyes turned red against her will:

“Now you know what it’s like to wait for someone? Tang Ying, you are the person who has the least right to complain about me.”

Fu Yi Wen sniffed, the originally fairly steady voice gradually became more choked up:

“How many times have you missed our dinners? How many times have you made me wait for you? How many long nights have you made me sleepless? Do you understand this debt? I couldn’t control you in the past, and now we have no relationship, so why do you have the right to demand anything from me?”

After several months, the past was mentioned for the first time. Everyone understood that in order to truly solve the problem, it was necessary to start with such a topic.

Although the topic was intentionally guided by herself, and the answer was expected, Tang Ying couldn’t help but feel heartache. She looked into Fu Yi Wen’s eyes, and after a long silence, she opened her mouth in a low voice:

“Not a complaint, it’s an apology.”

“……”

These words made Fu Yi Wen stunned. Before she could suspect that she was hallucinating, she heard Tang Ying say again:

“Little Fatty, I should have divorced earlier. It was my fault.”

“……”

There was no threat, no dominance, no sarcasm, but a solid “It was my fault” that landed in Fu Yi Wen’s heart.

Fu Yi Wen had never seen such a Tang Ying, a Tang Ying who had unloaded all her pride and defensiveness, and whose straight shoulders were slightly slumped at the moment.

Tang Ying was apologizing.

But what was the point of saying these things now.

Meeting Tang Ying’s gaze, she was silent for several seconds before turning around and entering the door.

Either the alcohol hadn’t worn off and her movements were slow, or someone’s movements were too fast. By the time Fu Yi Wen turned around, Tang Ying had also followed her into the door, and then she heard the sound of the door lock clicking.

Even though her head was dizzy, a certain drunkard didn’t forget to get angry: “This is my home, what are you doing?”

Tang Ying circled the person between the door panel and her body. This posture should have been oppressive, but Fu Yi Wen clearly felt a different emotion in Tang Ying’s eyes:

“I haven’t finished what I wanted to say.”

“I don’t want to hear it.” Fu Yi Wen frowned and was about to chase the person away, but someone grabbed her wrist. Tang Ying continued on her own:

“You don’t know how much I was enjoying the power, thinking that even if you wanted to hide, I could find you and prevent you from leaving me, but after coming to Los Angeles, those powers of mine are useless even if they are still there. With Chen Qingyu and Han Chu Hui helping you, although I don’t want to admit it, their backgrounds are stronger than mine. If you are really determined to leave me, I can’t do anything. I’m scared, I’m scared of not hearing from you, I’m scared of not being able to find you, so I’ve been clumsily trying all sorts of ways to please you during this time, helping you tutor for TOEFL, learning to cook for you, and trying my best to help you with the career you want to do. I just want you to think that I still have value, so that you will like me too, and don’t leave me.”

She hated that the bright moon hung high and did not shine on her alone, and hated that the heaven and earth produced all things and not just you and me.

How contradictory are people? Tang Ying hoped that Fu Yi Wen would have a good life, but she was also afraid that Fu Yi Wen would have too good a life and forget her.

“Little Fatty, you were right before, you are a good person who is too likable, but I am not. I am not gentle, have a bad personality, am domineering and unreasonable, don’t know how to love people, and am 14 years older than you—”

“Tsk!”

A certain person who had been silent for a long time immediately frowned when she heard 14 years old. She blinked her eyes that were about to cry and interrupted the conversation:

“Here we go again, aren’t you being childish? Who DislikeI’m old?!”

“Didn’t you say we have a generation gap?”

“I was just—”

Fu Yi Wen was about to explain when she seemed to realize something and stopped.

Wait, this person isn’t trying to trick herself again, is she!?

Fu Yi Wen was about to change her face and question her, but when she saw the bright, injured, and lonely look in Tang Ying’s eyes, her eyes warmed up and she immediately raised her hand and slapped herself in the face. The crisp slap was particularly harsh in the silent room.

“Hey! What are you doing!”

Tang Ying hurriedgrabbed her wrist, her voice changing in anxiety. She raised her hand to cover Fu Yi Wen’s cheek that had just been slapped, which was slightly hot.

Fu Yi Wen didn’t care about herself, she was so anxious that she wanted to crawl into Tang Ying’s eyes to explain:

“I was talking nonsense that day, don’t take it to heart.”

Hearing this, Tang Ying’s eyes moved and she actually smiled: “So, you don’t DislikeI’m old?”

“When did I Dislike you’re old! I’m even afraid you DislikeI’m too young!”

Mo Yan’s flowers fall early, but the leaves are born late.

Whenever the issue of age is discussed, it’s not just Tang Ying who is afraid and worried.

Younger people are afraid that they are not mature enough, not rich enough, not have a wide enough vision, and can’t give the people they like enough security when something happens. They also don’t have the ability to support their loved ones. Besides a passion but useless love, Fu Yi Wen always felt that she couldn’t give Tang Ying anything.

Of course, although she thought so in her heart, it would be too embarrassing to mention such words on the surface.

As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Yi Wen immediately lowered her head, her ears flushed red.

According to the past, Tang Ying would definitely raise her eyebrows and tease her with a smile at this moment.

But not this time.

Tang Ying held her hand, tilted her head and looked at those drooping eyes, asking somewhat cautiously:

“Then you Dislike I’m divorced?”

“?!”

Forgetting to be shy, a certain person immediately exploded: “Of course not! Why would I Dislike you!”

“Okay, in that case, although the next words will hurt my self-esteem, there’s nothing I can’t say. Fu Yi Wen, I like you, I want to completely possess you, I won’t allow anyone to steal you from me, I want you to only see me in your eyes. Those things you didn’t like in the past won’t happen again, I will slowly change… Are you still willing to take me?”

“……”

I don’t know how the topic came to this, and when Fu Yi Wen realized it, it was already too late.

Reject?

She didn’t seem to be able to do it, especially after Tang Ying had opened her heart to her.

Accept?

She didn’t seem to be able to do it either. The painful memories of the past were like nails hammered into the wall, leaving traces even after they were pulled out. She was scared.

Fu Yi Wen felt as if she was standing on the edge of a cliff, surrounded by darkness. Taking a step forward would likely lead to eternal damnation, but retreating would not necessarily lead to peace. Just as she was hesitating, a cool, trembling kiss gently landed on the corner of her lips.

What kind of kiss was that? It was so cautious that it didn’t seem like Tang Ying’s style at all. She gently pressed her lips against Fu Yi Wen’s, even holding her breath, until she felt that Fu Yi Wen didn’t push her away. Only then did she dare to close her eyes and trace the shape of the person in her arms with her lips, kissing her softly again and again.

Every contact between lovers is like dry wood meeting a raging fire.

The flames were initially just a weak cluster of sparks, daring only to dance on the edge of the dry wood pile, like a greedy snake, tentatively licking the dry wood. What she didn’t know was that the dry wood had been waiting for this day for too long. With just a spark, it would immediately cause a prairie fire.

The fire suddenly surged, like a flood of beasts, and the flames that had been answered intensified their offensive, frantically devouring all accessible fuel. The wood emitted unspeakable sounds under the ravages of the flames, and sparks splashed everywhere.

Knowing it was like a moth flying into the flame, she was still happy to do so.

The fire spread extremely quickly, and the heat waves spread outwards in waves, drawing out the surrounding air, making even breathing difficult. The dry wood gradually turned into red-hot embers under the licking of the flames, but it continued to burn, as if it was never satisfied.

The fierce fire burned the dry wood, not only burning, but also a crazy venting. The exhaled breath was hot and entangled, making both of them shed tears.

Even if the future direction was destined for both of them to turn into ashes, neither of them was willing to leave first.

When her fingers deftly unbuttoned the second button of the shirt of the person in her arms, Tang Ying’s movements suddenly stopped. She opened her eyes slightly, and her wet eyelashes were like raven feathers washed by heavy rain. She pressed her forehead against Fu Yi Wen’s forehead and ended the long kiss.

The deafening breathing burned her eardrums. Fu Yi Wen didn’t understand why Tang Ying wanted to stop. Just as she was about to protest, she heard Tang Ying’s soft voice:

“Will you?”

“……”

The meaning was self-evident.

Fu Yi Wen nodded blankly.

Hadn’t she seen pigs run even if she hadn’t eaten pork?

The intertwined hurried footsteps came to the bedroom, eventually falling silent at the bedside.

In the midst of the burning, entangled breaths, the person who had been trying to coax her earlier suddenly took on the airs of a queen when they got to the bed:

“Little Fatty, if you dare to hurt me, don’t blame me for turning my face and kicking you off my bed.”

“?”

How did this person turn her face the moment she got into bed???

Fu Yi Wen, who was being kissed by the neck, looked resentful. Just as she was about to complain, she saw that Tang Ying’s entire face was red to the roots of her ears. She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that this kind of thing was also the first time for Tang Ying.

A mixture of emotions bloomed a soft flower in her heart. Fu Yi Wen didn’t say anything, but the kiss that landed on Tang Ying’s lips was extremely gentle.

Was it good to experience the first experience of love with someone you like?

Of course it was good.

It would have been even better if she hadn’t been kicked off the bed by someone who was too sensitive when the affection was at its peak.

Ten minutes later, the quilt on the bed in the bedroom was a mess, but there was no one there.

At this point in time, in this atmosphere, where were the people?

Good question.

In the living room. On the sofa.

On the table was an open medicine box, and Tang Ying was applying medicine to Fu Yi Wen’s knee, which had a large bruise.

The two were disheveled, and their lips were a little swollen. Tang Ying glared at Fu Yi Wen while applying the medicine, but her ears couldn’t help but turn red:

“Where did you learn these crooked ways from?”

“?”

Fu Yi Wen, who had been labeled with the crooked ways hat, threw the pillow in her arms away, widened her eyes, and looked wronged:

“How can this be called crooked ways! Isn’t foreplay necessary? Blowing air on the ears is a flirting technique, who knew you were so sensitive… hiss! Be gentle, ancestor!”

A burst of piercing pain came from her knee. Fu Yi Wen sucked in a breath, and her small round face the size of a palm instantly wrinkled into a ball.

After just a few clicks, all her alcohol had worn off. Who could have imagined that her first love experience would be kicked off the bed by her lover? That’s not how it’s written in novels!

Looking at Fu Yi Wen’s wrinkled and pitiful appearance, and recalling that her subconscious kick just now was indeed not light, Tang Ying’s face turned red and white.

The process of applying the medicine was a bit long, and Fu Yi Wen howled in pain: “Hiss! Tang Ying! I know you’re angry, but don’t take revenge!”

Tang Ying raised her eyebrows and coaxed patiently: “I hardly used any force, okay.”

“……”

Really didn’t use force!?

Fu Yi Wen grimaced, tears welling up in her eyes, like a wet puppy. Tang Ying’s heart moved, and she lowered her head and kissed Fu Yi Wen’s knee, her tone soft:

“Does it feel better now?”

“……”

When their eyes met, the air suddenly became viscous. Fireworks exploded in her mind, and Fu Yi Wen instantly forgot what pain was. She stared at Tang Ying’s lips opening and closing, and swallowed silently:

“…Yes, it’s better…”

“Where else did you fall?”

“!?!”

Was it what she was thinking!?

Fu Yi Wen had never had her brain turn so fast as now. She pointed blankly to her arm, and a gentle kiss followed closely.

“Where else?”

Fu Yi Wen bit her lip and pointed to her brow.

Another kiss.

Tang Ying smiled non-smilingly: “That’s all?”

Fu Yi Wen felt that her throat was about to catch fire. She reached out and touched her lips: “…And here…”

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her eyebrows proudly, and then a kiss full of smiles pressed down.

Unlike the previous short “treatments,” this treatment was long and lasting, and they were reluctant to part.

People who are both vegetableand love to play can’t escape the fate of being abused. Soon, the little vegetablebird who had teased her first was pressed on the sofa by someone and kissed, losing her helmet and armor, and retreating steadily.

When she was about to suffocate, Fu Yi Wen wanted to turn her face away to catch her breath. Her head slowly turned to the side, but Tang Ying followed her motion with relish, sucking on her swollen lips with affection.

“Open your mouth, stick your tongue out.”

“……”

Fu Yi Wen was pressed by this person and had nowhere to escape, and her lungs were about to explode. She finally managed to turn her face slightly to have a chance to breathe. Feeling the heat on her face, the little vegetablebird took on airs unwillingly:

“…I’m telling you, even if, even if I’m like this with you… it doesn’t mean I agree to get back together with you—um—”

“Open your mouth… don’t forget to breathe…”

“……”

Who knows what the future holds, living in the moment is the right solution.

In the next few hours, a certain little injured person was squeezed clean by someone, and her voice was so hoarse that she could hardly speak.

“No more… really no more…”

“Just one more time, just one.”

“You said that just now too!”

“Be good~”

“Liar! Big liar!”

“I gave you a chance.”

“? Okay, did you deliberately kick me off the bed just now?!”

“Hush, concentrate.”

“You… I haven’t agreed to get back together with you yet!”

“Does it feel good?”

“…Good…”

“Well, one more time.”

“…Tang Ying!”

The night in Los Angeles infinitely magnified the wildly growing desires, and another midsummer arrived in a blink of an eye.

May all lovers in the world be married!

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