At 4.30 in the afternoon, Chen Jiashu was woken up by her alarm clock.
When she raised her hand to slide off the alarm clock, her body felt as sore as if it had been run over. In the past, she had never been this sore, even after dancing for half a day continuously. She was so tired that she struggled to sit up.
Novels always liked to write that after the event, the girl would be sore all over and couldn’t get out of bed for three days or something. It was true that she was sore all over, and it was also true that it was difficult to get out of bed. Chen Du hadn’t slept; he just read beside her. When she woke up and frowned uncomfortably, he consciously picked her up and placed her on the ground.
Chen Jiashu stood propped up against the wall, “Help me bring my bag over.”
Taking the bag, she unzipped it and took out a box of painkillers. She unwrapped two and drank them with the mineral water by the bedside.
Minor injuries, such as strained muscles and back pain, were common among dancers. Even if they were not feeling well during their period, they could not relax their training, so Chen Jiashu always had various painkillers in her bag.
For the first time, Chen Du looked at Chen Jiashu’s bag clearly. It wasn’t like his classmates’ bags, which were full of teaching materials, or like many girls studying art who carried a fancy little satchel with a mirror, lipstick, and cosmetics, or a bunch of earrings, necklaces, and other accessories jingling around.
The things in her bag were very simple, and they didn’t match her appearance at all. The plain canvas bag contained knee pads, wrist pads, toe shoes, a few plain black hair bands and hair clips, some medicine he could read and understand, and a small bag of nougat. No wonder, he always felt that she had a milky fragrance on her.
She hadn’t noticed it until just now. Chen Jiashu touched her hair and it was already all dry. “You blew it for me?”
“Huh? Hmm.” Chen Du nodded his head.
She had actually slept so soundly?
Well.
Chen Jiashu was about to say thank you, but then she thought about who was to blame for her crippled appearance. She laughed and dragged her two sore and limp legs out of the room.
They put on their clothes and checked out. The two of them left the doors of the hotel. Chen Jiashu took the public bus to get home, while Chen Du took a taxi. When she arrived home, he had already showered and changed his clothes, and was watching NBYA[1] in the living room, with fruit and snacks on the coffee table in front of him.
Wen Yun sat next to him and was peeling pomegranates for him, whispering softly, “Why did you forget your jacket at the court? Didn’t your buddies remind you of that.”
“There were too many people. I hung it on the guardrail, so they probably didn’t see it.”
“How careless! They also injured your mouth.” Wen Yun frowned, “How annoying. Don’t play with them in the future. What’s not fun at home? “
“It’s normal for boys to fight. What’s a little injury for a man?” Chen Jinan poked his head out of the kitchen, “Son, do you like the prawns stewed in oil or made into prawn cakes?”
The rest of his eyes caught a glimpse of Chen Jiashu changing her shoes at the door, “Hey, Jiashu is back. Are those the new clothes you bought?” The source of this chapter is g.com.
Chen Jiashu gave a hum before taking off her shoes and putting them aside. She carried her shopping bag and headed upstairs.
She wore a moon white tank top with a floral design. There were tiny feathers around the mouth of the tank and a small a-line dress. When she tried it on at the store, Chen Du’s eyes lit up. She looked playful and elegant, like a lively, moving white swan.
The dark green fishtail dress in the hotel was torn to pieces and fell to the floor with its armpits intact. Chen Jiashu was lying naked on the bed. Chen Du did not want her to wear old clothes, so he picked this one for her. He was fond of seeing her in pretty clothes.
But he was the only one who liked to watch. Apart from him, no one else cared what Chen Jiashu wore to look good.
Chen Jinan might have a point. Chen Jiashu was his own child, after all, and he did not want his daughter to always look shabby. Even if she did, don’t let him see it.
“So frilly and dressed like a little girl.”
Wen Yun lifted her eyes towards the doorway and lowered them again, her voice muffled by the volume of the television. The words were only heard by her and Chen Du on the sofa.
“It’s a very ladylike look for a woman. Where does she look like a little girl?” Chen Du bit into his apple and stared at the TV, seemingly casually.
“What do kids know?”
Wen Yun glared at him, dissatisfied that he was helping that little vixen, “You guys went out together today. What did you do?”
I took the underground to the mall. She was downstairs shopping; I came out of the club and went to find my classmate. ” Chen Du showed her the chat log between his phone and his classmate.
Wen Yun had always trusted her son, so she casually scanned it and let it go. Her eyes turned to Chen Jiashu, who was walking up the stairs to the first floor. She looked at her hand full of shopping bags and gave a meaningful laugh, “You really look like a famous lady. You pick expensive things to buy.”
She rolled her eyes and said, “You have two dollars and you spend it carelessly, and then you ask us for it afterwards. Apparently, I owe her. She’s a debt collector.”
Chen Du suddenly stood up from the sofa, and Wen Yun almost lost her grip on the pomegranate. “What’s wrong with you?”
Suddenly, I remembered that I have to take a picture of today’s physics homework to send to the teacher,” Chen Du lowered his hand with the apple that he had taken a few bites of. “I’m going upstairs first. I want to be there by six o’clock.”
“Hey then, whether you still eat this pomegranate or not, walk slowly and be careful of falling!”
He took a few long, fading steps up to the first floor, and his figure disappeared around the corner in a moment.
Wen Yun shook her head in disappointment and threw the half-peeled pomegranate back onto the plate, before changing the station with her hands, “You, you, you… You’re running here and there crazily. You can’t say a word all day long.”
“What are you doing here again?” Chen Jiashu put the clothes into the suitcase and turned her head to look at him. This story is hosted at g.com.
Chen Du was standing in the doorway, and he walked over to him, “Are you going back to school?”
“I can’t go back.” She had taken a seven-day leave of absence from school to return home, and she couldn’t get into the dormitory building even if she went back early.
“Oh.” Chen Du sighed in relief and squatted down to help her with her clothes.
“Not that way, the collar will wrinkle.”
Chen Jiashu took the shirt he was holding and laid it flat on the bed again, demonstrating one thing at a time. First, the two sleeves were folded in, then the top and bottom were folded, and finally the collar was iterated out at the top. “This way it won’t wrinkle and it’s quick and easy to find.”
“Okay.”
She finished the shirt and raised her eyes to meet Chen Du’s direct gaze, “You came to look at me?”
Chen Du put his arms around her and slowly moved his mouth over to give her a kiss on the cheek.
“What are you doing? Still want to come?” She frowned, being circled in his arms, “The bottom is all swollen from your f*cking. You really want to f*ck me to death.”
Chen Du sighed and buried his head in the crook of her neck, sniffing deeply. His voice was muffled, “No, I didn’t want to do it.”
“Then what are you so hard about? ” Chen Jiashu dropped her shirt and her hand went down to grip the inner blade that rested against the meeting of his hip.
Chen Du: “….”
He choked, trying to explain, but couldn’t.
What to say about the physiological reaction? He couldn’t help wanting to be near her, and he got hard at the sight of her.
Chen Jiashu sat on the bed, lifted her toes to point at his lofty crotch, and lay on the floor, “Want to c*m by yourself?”
[1] National Basketball Youth Association in China.