小仙女自慰呻吟流白浆

Chapter 22: I’m Not Fussy About It

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Lu Beixiao thought that she was in pain, not knowing that she was actually just feeling sad.

She never truly cherished him when she had the chance, thinking that he did not love her. In fact, she was so dissatisfied with their marriage that she would demand their divorce every now and then. How did he possibly still express his love for her under such difficult circumstances?

“Xiao, the burn doesn’t bother me, not at all! I’m not fussy about it.” She had to squeeze his wrist while trying to stop him from dragging her any further at an impossibly fast pace.

Meanwhile, the automated sensor light brightened up the corridor.

Lu Beixiao turned around and saw her amused expression. Her cheeks dimpled as she smiled. She was no longer crying.

“Why did you cry if it didn’t bother you, then?” Perplexed, he took her hand to examine the burn for himself. It was still visibly red.

Nevertheless, there was no way that she could share with him her profound melancholy and nostalgia about the past that they used to share, which no longer existed.

“A bug was caught in my eye.” She refused to be dominated by the haunting melancholia anymore. She would spend every moment of her reincarnated life cherishing and loving him. There was no point lingering on the past anymore.

“Were you frightened by the sudden kiss?” He discovered that she was lying, so he quickly assumed that she must have felt that he was too eager to lean in for the kiss. After all, she was still a young tender girl.

“Xiao, do you normally kiss girls at every chance you have?” She let her curiosity escape her lips with minimal restraint.

Shen Xichuan once told her that all the men from the Lu family were wretches and that it would be best for her to stay away from them.

Rumour had it that Lu Beixiao once had an affair during their marriage, but she never found out if it was the truth or just a rumor. Frankly, she never cared. Perhaps, she secretly had hoped that the rumor was true that he was really having an affair with another woman. It would be a convenient reason for their divorce. In reality, she was the only woman who had ever been with Lu Beixiao, but she was unaware of it.

Back in the present, Lu Beixiao had been rendered speechless by her sudden question. No answer seemed to be good for him in such an uncomfortable situation.

Incandescent light bulbs were commonly used in the 80s. There were usually flying moths that fluttered about the light under the shade cover. The unsightly electric cords that connected the bulb were an unpalatable sight covered in a disgustingly thick layer of egg deposition by some insects. But there he stood under the light, so tall that he almost hit the bulb with his head.

The 21-year-old boy stared right into her eyes, and she pleasantly returned his gaze. His glare was too intense to ignore.

Lu Beixiao was an impetuous young man whose whole life had only been about fighting. Never had he felt such a strong impulse to kiss a girl.

The taste of her sweet kiss still lingered on his lips. It was his first kiss.

He was told by his friends how wonderful it was to taste a girl’s lips, but he was never quite convinced. Girls were insipid and shallow creatures in his opinion, which was why he could never imagine himself kissing a girl. He even refused to look at girls, sometimes.

The two stood immobile for a while, so the light went off after a long pause. They could not see each other’s faces in the dark.

Then and there, he gently brushed his thumb across her lips. His skin was rough, especially around his fingers that had been subjected to years of relentless training. “Did the boy named Shen Xichuan kiss your lips before?”

He questioned her in a flat voice that clearly showed his displeasure.

“No,” she firmly answered.

It was true. They had never kissed. She used to have feelings for Shen Xichuan, but in a rather unrequited way, for she was too scared to express it.

It was her first kiss, right there in the hallway.

“Good girl,” he noted her honesty with a genuine smile.

Quietly, his heart overflowed with feelings for her.