The netizens in the live stream room were inevitably a little disappointed.
However, some people went to Xia Weige’s individual direct feed, only to see her sitting alone on a wooden chair in the room, her head buried in her knees, tightly gripping her phone, without moving.
[Just arrived, what’s going on???] [Where are the class representatives, can someone summarize?] [Xia Weige received a text message from Zhuo Jingcheng, saying he was very happy to cook with her tonight.] [She’s probably waiting for Wen Rong’s message, it hasn’t come yet.] [I just went out and watched other direct feeds, Wen Rong sent one to Ye Jing, it said “Hello.”] [Ah?] [Ah?] [Ah?] [???? What is this sister doing????] [I don’t understand, I’m shocked!] […She really had no one to send it to and just picked someone randomly, right…] [Maybe she likes the mature, queenly type like Ye Jing? Wants to send a text to get to know her?] [But she didn’t talk to Ye Jing all day today.] […I really have nothing to say.] [My heart aches for Xiaxia, she won’t receive Wen Rong’s text.]
Xia Weige indeed wouldn’t receive it. She sat on the chair for a long time. Although she had long expected Wen Rong wouldn’t send it to her, her heart still felt empty.
She turned off the light and lay down on the bed, her expression hidden in the darkness.
The camera in the room would switch to night mode after the guests rested at night, and the individual direct feed screen for the live stream would also stop.
Xia Weige turning off the light meant she intended to rest. The production team waited for a while and saw no further movement from her, so they cut off the individual live broadcast feed.
Her heart ached dully, but she didn’t cry. Once she held back the tears, they wouldn’t fall again.
Closing her eyes, she couldn’t control herself and kept thinking of their time together in the past. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep.
In the dream, it was raining heavily, yet there was no wind, the sultriness was irritating.
The summer downpour seemed to carry the heat of fire; a rain fell, but the temperature barely dropped.
But Xia Weige’s summer was dreamy and gorgeous, so beautiful it was unforgettable for her entire life. Even the hot air seemed only to exist because of the intensity when she and Wen Rong were close.
At that time, Wen Rong’s scent was always elegant and warm, like the third month of spring, a clear breeze carrying gentle sunshine.
Xia Weige loved it immensely and would always pounce into the other’s arms, burying her head in the crook of her neck, exhaling hot breaths that also drenched Wen Rong in the humidity of summer.
Wen Rong was always tolerant of her. Even when her hands were full, she wouldn’t dodge Xia Weige’s sudden closeness.
She would only helplessly call out “Xiaxia” while tilting her head back to accept Xia Weige’s passion.
Xia Weige was also desperately in love with Wen Rong in this state. She remembered that the area on Wen Rong’s left side of the neck near the collarbone was very sensitive. As long as she lightly licked and kissed it, the latter would go completely soft, involuntarily arching her neck, exposing her vulnerability to Xia Weige.
Mid-July was the hottest time, but Wen Rong’s body always carried a light, refined fragrance.
Xia Weige hugged her tightly, red lips pressing close, the moist breath intertwining with hers without question. Wen Rong could only press her back against the door, everything around her bearing the brunt of Xia Weige’s invasion.
Only at moments like this would a thin layer of sweat seep onto Wen Rong’s fair skin, but in the next moment, it would be kissed away by Xia Weige.
She was kissed to the point of a slight suffocation. Xia Weige would sometimes act like a spoiled child, very well-behaved, calling out “Jiejie” (Sister) repeatedly.
Other times, she would be as aggressive, domineering, and passionate as she was now.
Wen Rong forced herself to breathe, slightly opening her eyes, and saw that it had started pouring rain outside.
Summer rain always comes suddenly. The humid air rolled into the small room in waves, but Wen Rong didn’t feel cold. Instead, her body felt like it was being scorched by a fierce fire.
It was a little too hot.
The sense of suffocation also grew stronger.
She subconsciously reached out to push Xia Weige’s shoulder. The latter paused slightly, then stopped kissing.
Yet she didn’t leave, her lips still pressed against Wen Rong’s, her tone accusing, “Jiejie, you’re not serious.”
Wen Rong opened her mouth to explain, but the two were too close. A slight movement of her lips and teeth could feel the other’s softness.
Wen Rong lowered her eyelids, seeing only Xia Weige’s rosy lips in her eyes, dotted with a soft sheen, tempting her to lean in for a kiss.
Wen Rong involuntarily held her breath, then moved closer and probed into Xia Weige’s mouth.
But she didn’t expect Xia Weige to step back half a pace, completely widening the distance between them.
Wen Rong was a little confused. When she looked at Xia Weige, the latter met her questioning gaze, narrowed her eyes, and smiled, saying, “Jiejie, I like you like this.”
Like her how?
Wen Rong subconsciously walked towards the full-length mirror by the door. Only then did she see a few strands of her long hair were messy, and one of the neck buttons on her cream-colored qipao had been unfastened, giving her a look of absurd disarray.
Wen Rong understood now. She knew Xia Weige’s preferences well. Although sometimes they were a bit much for her to bear, she was happy to satisfy the other person.
Wen Rong sighed softly, then slowly turned and walked back towards Xia Weige, unbuttoning the remaining clasps of her qipao as she walked, revealing the untouched whiteness underneath.
“Xiaxia…” The 26-year-old Wen Rong was still a little shy, calling out Xia Weige’s name and reaching out a hand for the other to take.
But at this moment, Xia Weige was at her most wicked, retreating instead of advancing, taking a few steps back to sit on the chair.
She stared into Wen Rong’s eyes, her possessive desire completely unconcealed.
It wasn’t until Wen Rong walked in front of her that she reached out and wrapped her arms around Wen Rong’s slender waist.
The rain outside the window still hadn’t stopped, the sound of the droplets heavily hitting the glass pane was like Wen Rong’s violently pounding heart.
Like a fiercely beaten drum, roaring in Wen Rong’s ears.
Wen Rong took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. Her head was burning hot. She straddled Xia Weige, the qipao tightening with her movement.
She reached down and pulled the hem of the qipao upwards, just to her waist.
Xia Weige’s fingers were tightly clasped around her waist. Wen Rong lowered her head, finally able to kiss the lips of the person in front of her, finally able to taste her sweet flavor.
How could Wen Rong not also be desperately in love with Xia Weige in this state?
…
The rain outside the window gradually started up again. The heavy raindrops falling on the glass pane startlingly woke Xia Weige from her dream.
She looked around blankly, her mind still filled with the vivid imagery of the dream, even Wen Rong’s thoughts and feelings seemed completely known to her.
But upon opening her eyes, all she saw was the lonely darkness and the dripping rain outside the window, drop after drop, as if heavily hitting her heart’s wall.
It made her feel isolated.
This sudden rain caused the temperature to drop abruptly, making Xia Weige feel a chill and finally move.
She sat up, got out of bed, and walked over to the window. The transparent glass was covered with water droplets.
They slid down, quietly falling to the bottom, merging with the other rainwater.
Xia Weige watched for a while, then opened the door and walked out. Everyone was resting by now, and the hallway lights had dimmed.
She was a little thirsty and wanted to get a glass of water.
She slowly walked to the living room, where only two small lights remained on. As she walked over, she was surprised to see another figure.
Wen Rong was actually here too.
“Why are you here?” Xia Weige couldn’t help but go over and ask.
Wen Rong half-turned, glanced at Xia Weige, and held up the cup in her hand, indicating, “I was a little thirsty, came to get a glass of water.”
Hearing this, Xia Weige slightly raised her neck, a complex emotion in her eyes as she said, “Why were you thirsty?”
Her question was inexplicable, but Wen Rong paused upon hearing it, waited for a moment, then turned back, poured another glass of water, and handed it to Xia Weige, “Want some?”
“Mm.” Xia Weige reached out and took the cup, holding it in her hands.
Wen Rong didn’t answer Xia Weige’s question. Xia Weige lowered her head to look at the cup in her hands, her thoughts somewhat hazy.
The rain outside the window slowly lessened, having come so suddenly and leaving just as quickly.
It was like the sudden downpour that summer seven years ago, fiercely pouring before your eyes, heedless of the lingering heat inside the room.
Xia Weige took a sip of water. It was slightly cool at first, but slowly warmed up as it entered her mouth.
A heat surged in her chest, scalding and intense, giving her the courage to speak.
She asked Wen Rong, “Why did you agree to come on this show?”