DF Chapter 110

Chapter 110: Perhaps those arguments should have been turned into such a brawl earlier.

There was a sound of water that stood out from the sound of the rain.

Song Ji’an closed her eyes, her hands clasped behind Sheng Jia’s head, pressing the other person tightly against her lips, unable to struggle.

She admitted, her heart was moved.

She couldn’t refuse Sheng Jia, who was so soft and full of flaws, like a pangolin exposing its soft belly to her, or like a ferocious lynx putting away its sharp claws and purring against her side. She was hooked out of the almost extinguished fire in the depths of her heart, and suddenly felt the impulse that Sheng Jia said she wanted to smash her head against.

Because at this moment, she felt the same.

She pressed against Sheng Jia, they were close together, and Sheng Jia was forced out a soft groan by her fierce kiss but did not retreat at all. The intimate contact of lips and tongue did not breed ambiguity, but made them like two female snakes who had killed red eyes, wishing to entangle even the tips of their tails to strangle each other.

Perhaps those arguments should have been turned into such a brawl earlier.

There was a taste of iron rust, and Sheng Jia suddenly let go of her hands clasped around Song Ji’an’s waist, and then pushed her away.

The sound of panting echoed in the tent, two overlapping sounds, no one spoke. Sheng Jia licked the corner of her lips, and a burst of stinging pain came. She sat up and looked up at the small mirror hanging from the top of the tent. There was a little blood on her pale chin, and her lips were swollen beyond recognition, which made her rarely appear a little glamorous and messy.

“You look like you want to eat me,” Sheng Jia said hoarsely.

Song Ji’an leaned against the corner of the tent, her eyes flickering: “Does it hurt?”

“What do you think?” She chuckled and said bluntly: “Do you want to come again?”

Song Ji’an couldn’t help it. She raised her hand again to caress Sheng Jia’s face and the back of her head, and finally her fingertips plunged into her hair. With a little force, she grabbed her head back.

The dimple on her face pressed out a shadow, and she tilted her head, “May I?”

Sheng Jia rarely said obediently: “Yes. But Song Ji’an, do you want to ruin me?”

“What did you say?” Song Ji’an was slightly stunned.

Sheng Jia maintained this posture and continued: “Your eyes now look like you want to break my neck, or want to lean over and completely make me fall into your control.”

Song Ji’an met her eyes, and saw her own face with a wicked smile in the reflection of her pupils.

She had never thought that she would release such a smile one day, as if the desire for destruction that she had suppressed in her heart all the time had been drawn away from the cage of restraint by Sheng Jia.

From the moment she entered high school with a plan to befriend Sheng Jia in a step-by-step manner, she had regarded Sheng Jia as a bird in a cage. In her original plan, she would make the most interesting and recognized friends in Jingjiang No. 1 High School, and the other party would also gradually regard herself as a close friend according to the plan, but later she suppressed such thoughts and handed over her sincerity in exchange for Sheng Jia’s sincerity because of friendship and her heartfelt appreciation for Sheng Jia.

She thought she had got everything, but it was a scam.

She could not care, she could also understand Sheng Jia, she carefully suppressed those dark and humid thoughts that should not belong to her back to the bottom of her heart. As if whatever Song Ji’an looked like in everyone’s eyes, she really was like that.

Until today, Sheng Jia personally unwrapped this gift.

She saw an image that was different from any of Song Ji’an’s characteristics.

Just like Sheng Jia said, she is not a god, she can’t make all the choices are correct and always remain calm; Song Ji’an is the same, she can’t always remain cheerful and optimistic, without a trace of darkness, if a person’s image in the outside world is like this, it must not be because she is perfect enough, but because she is good enough at hiding and restraining.

Perhaps such Song Ji’an can only be safely displayed in front of Sheng Jia. They have witnessed each other’s embarrassment and high spirits, and they know each other’s essence like the back of their hands. Any disguise is futile.

Song Ji’an did not answer. She knelt on the ground, held Sheng Jia’s face and kissed her again. Her tongue licked the wound, deliberately lingering on the edge of the wound, listening to Sheng Jia making a slight gasp of being stung.

She chased Sheng Jia’s eyes, and a layer of water covered the deep eyes, but still with pride and provocation.

That was a provocation, that was an enticement, that was a cage woven by Sheng Jia, but Song Ji’an stepped over without hesitation, no one would admit defeat.

This is the end of the world, here no one knows who Sheng Jia is and who Song Ji’an is, let alone their unspeakable past, nor does any future unfold exist.

A silver thread was pulled out from the viscous sound of water, and the separation of lips and tongue meant that this kiss finally came to an end.

Sheng Jia raised her hand and hugged Song Ji’an, her chin resting on her shoulder, and suddenly laughed softly, it didn’t matter that the wound at the corner of her lips was pulled.

“Song Ji’an, there are five days left,” she murmured: “There are five days left before we leave the Aniels Islands.”

Song Ji’an closed her eyes, her fingertips inserted into Sheng Jia’s hair, gently stroking the back of her head, and nodded, “Okay.”

They have five more days to be unscrupulous and indulge.

Very good, very good.

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From six to one on the clock, Meng Yeran’s camp finally welcomed the return of Sheng Jia and Song Ji’an.

Carrying their heavy backpacks, they walked all the way on the wet soil after the rain stopped, which took a full three hours.

Meng Yeran and the others had already set up their tents. It was probably because it was almost August now, and the sun was a little farther away from the Tropic of Cancer. The sky above their heads actually had a faint glow of sunset.

The sunset at one o’clock in the morning.

Meng Yeran and Dong Zhen sat on the folding chairs they had set up. In the middle of the two was a fire stand built of stones. A light stainless steel pot was hanging on it, and the aroma of milk came from inside. They held their cups and poured a cup of hot milk for each other.

Meng Yeran and the others arrived at the planned rest point before six o’clock. The wide tundra belt had an extremely wide view. They quickly set up camp here, collected branches that could be used for living, and even cooked a pot of instant noodles together in a terracotta pot they brought after the rain stopped.

It was the first time that the group of people who were used to delicacies of mountains and seas enjoyed instant noodles so much.

Afterwards, Shen Qi gave a rotating watch schedule to the group, waiting for Song Ji’an and Sheng Jia to return. Meng Yeran and Dong Zhen, who had slept from 9:00 pm to 12:00 am, had just finished their first shift and began to wait.

Seeing the figures of the two from afar, Dong Zhen raised her eyebrows, and took out two more enamel cups from below, adding two cups of hot milk, the temperature was just right to drink when the two approached.

“Are you tired? Drink a cup of hot milk and go to sleep?” Dong Zhen glanced at the two of them. In this wilderness, they basically covered themselves from head to toe. They wore goggles on their eyes and windproof masks on their faces. It was impossible to tell whether they were injured from the outside, but she keenly noticed that the atmosphere between the two was a little strange.

Sheng Jia took it and said in a hoarse voice: “Thank you, aren’t you going to sleep?”

“What’s wrong with you?” Meng Yeran said strangely: “Did the wind get into your throat? Your voice is so hoarse?”

“It’s probably because I haven’t spoken for too long,” Sheng Jia said, taking two steps forward, turned her back to them, drank the milk in one gulp, and pulled up the mask before asking: “How are the tents allocated?”

“We set up four. Hilda and Ellie share one, Dong Zhen and I share one, Shen Qi has one, and the last one is for you,” Dong Zhen pointed to the tent on the far edge.

“Okay,” Song Ji’an nodded. After taking off her mask, she also drank the milk. She took out a stainless steel can from her backpack. After opening it, it was a can of braised beef, “Try it?”

“Song Ji’an, you even brought these?” Meng Yeran’s eyes lit up when she saw this, and she was too lazy to think about Song Ji’an’s state was also wrong. She stuck a piece with a toothpick and threw it into her mouth, making a comfortable sigh, “You guys are still well prepared.”

“My mom prepared it,” Song Ji’an said with a smile.

Dong Zhen’s hand stretched over with a toothpick paused slightly. She glanced at Sheng Jia out of the corner of her eye, only to see that Sheng Jia had taken off her goggles, and there was no reaction to the name in her eyes.

The one who can make such delicious braised beef will definitely not be Song Ningqiu, it can only be Sheng Huaiying.

She remembered that before, when the two wanted to mention Song Ningqiu or Sheng Huaiying, they would use Ms. Song or Ms. Sheng to refer to them.

Now that Song Ji’an can blurt out the words “My mom”, it is obvious that their relationship has changed.

But Dong Zhen replied as if she didn’t know: “Auntie does make it very delicious, it feels like she can open a shop.”

“If you are willing, invest in my mom?” Song Ji’an joked lazily: “It just so happens that she is almost at the age of retirement, and she keeps clamoring that she is afraid that she will have nothing to do when the time comes. If there is an investment coming to her, she will probably be overjoyed.”

“If you want to invest, she is not the first one to invest in,” Meng Yeran took over her words and looked at Sheng Jia.

Dong Zhen just wanted to eat enough to cope with tomorrow’s long trek, but Meng Yeran didn’t think so. How could she easily let go of the opportunity to tease Sheng Jia and Song Ji’an when she realized that she had found it?

“Yeah, that’s right,” Sheng Jia said when she heard the words, tapping the temporary table with her fingertips, and after testing the temperature, she put her already cold hands on it to warm up, “If you want to invest, I should invest in my mom first.”

“She probably won’t want your investment, and she will also dislike you for spending money indiscriminately,” Song Ji’an said.

“So I have to send an agent to make her happy, and not let her know about it,” Sheng Jia said.

The two chatted about family affairs in such a calm tone.

Dong Zhen and Meng Yeran looked at each other, only feeling even more strange.

But Dong Zhen was really a little unable to hold on, and took the lead in entering the tent. Song Ji’an also consumed a lot of energy today. These years of alcoholism did not empty her body, but it also made her feel tired easily. After drinking the last bit of milk in the terracotta pot and rinsing her mouth with water, she also turned and entered the tent.

In the vast wilderness, only Sheng Jia and Meng Yeran were left in an instant.

The wind was very strong at night, blowing the flames everywhere. Meng Yeran looked at Sheng Jia and suddenly said, “Are you reconciled?”

When she said this, there was no teasing or frivolity, but rather a sense of peace and seriousness.

“No,” Sheng Jia sat in the chair and answered in a low voice, staring at the flames.

“Then what kind of transformation has taken place?” Meng Yeran asked.

“We’ve all figured it out,” Sheng Jia said slowly: “I found out that on this island, nothing is impossible.”

Meng Yeran laughed, “I always thought you would be a machine that is always responsible for your own interests for the rest of your life, but it turns out that machines can also go off track.”

“I used to think that you would be a person who likes to watch the fun and make a lot of money for the rest of your life and still get yourself out of it clean, but you also did some unexpected things,” Sheng Jia replied meaningfully.

“What do you want to say?” Meng Yeran was not afraid of her. This kind of meaningfulness could not scare her, “Why not just say it directly.”

“Hilda and I reached an agreement. She agreed to the conditions proposed by Song’s, and we will have 20% of the mining and usage rights of the natural gas field, but the condition is that I promise her to win the domestic market,” Sheng Jia didn’t hide it anymore. The flickering firelight hit her forehead and eyes, making her appear a little unpredictable.

“So what?” Meng Yeran said: “But you don’t want to stand in line in China, so you want to bring Hilda and me together?”

“You also know that Hilda doesn’t have the certainty of winning. Our Meng family is the local tyrant. We can completely eat up the market share without leaving a single share for her, right?”

“Is that so?” Sheng Jia smiled, “A strong dragon can’t suppress a local snake, why were you so annoyed at the moment you knew the news?”

“Cooperation is a good thing for both the Meng family and Opter. This is a very simple principle. Either fight each other and consume unknown resources, or cooperate and win-win and give up a known share of benefits. The choice is very easy to make,” she continued: “I don’t think your words just now came from your heart.”

“And-”

Sheng Jia paused here, glanced at Meng Yeran’s slightly stiff expression before continuing: “Didn’t you guess what we wanted to do a long time ago? Isn’t it very pleasing to you that Hilda showed weakness to you along the way in order to cooperate?”

“Aren’t you also full of thoughts about being tricked by their two sisters last time? This time it’s just right to return the favor?”

Meng Yeran chuckled when she heard the words and generously admitted, “That’s right, I did have a lot of fun.”

As she said that, she stood up and poked the half of the tooth mark that Sheng Jia’s jaw was showing, it spread out from under the mask, becoming more and more conspicuous in the firelight.

She walked towards the tent while gloating and said, “But I think you are going to be in trouble.”

When a person is about to fall into a complicated and unbreakable relationship, it means that she is about to fall into a trouble.

At least that’s how Meng Yeran felt in the beginning.

But the complexity of the relationship between Sheng Jia and Song Ji’an far exceeds the relationship between her and Hilda Valma.

Meng Yeran did not think that Sheng Jia could easily handle this matter.

Because her performance meant that she had already lost the reason she used to maintain.