Chen Ningxi did not like the strong sll of alcohol, so Cheng Qiaobei went to shower as soon as he got ho.
The phone in the living room kept vibrating. Chen Ningxi, after changing into pajamas and coming out, was about to bend down to pick it up when she saw the number on the screen. It was Jiang Wanyi’s phone number, and her brow furrowed slightly.
She had never brought up the fact that Cheng Qiaobei had spent Jiang Wanyi’s birthday with her. Busy with work at her unit, and with him returning suddenly, she had forgotten about it.
But today’s phone call was a reminder.
Cheng Qiaobei ca out of the bathroom, feeling much fresher, but his eyes were still wild with the drunkenness. Chen Ningxi applied skincare products and said upon seeing him, "Your phone rang just now."
"I can’t have anything urgent right now," Cheng Qiaobei ignored the phone, walked directly behind Chen Ningxi, placed his hands on her shoulders, leaned over to look at her in the makeup mirror, and whispered against her petite ear, "What did you put on yourself? It slls so good."
Chen Ningxi raised a bottle of children’s cream, "Here, this."
He took and put it down, smirking, "No, that’s not the scent."
Chen Ningxi glared at him, "What scent are you talking about?"
Cheng Qiaobei started kissing her neck, peck by peck, the kisses densely trailing to the back of her neck. Instantly, the skin there tingled with numbness, and his hand dishonestly wandered inside.
"Hey!" Chen Ningxi grabbed his misbehaving hand, "Wait a minute, I’m not done applying."
"Don’t bother, you’ll have to wash it off soon anyway." Cheng Qiaobei straightened up, the towel tied around his waist. His body, fueled by alcohol, was unusually excited.
He lifted her horizontally, rubbing his nose against her small face, talking dirty as he walked.
"Your entire body slls like you miss , let love you."
"...You better shut up." Chen Ningxi covered his mouth.
He was usually gentlemanly and polite, but once... he never seed his usual self; drinking made him even more reckless.
Undeniably, the sense of losing control gave their interaction more intensity. With their faces so close, they could see their reflections in each other’s pupils. Her face blood with a rosy color, delicate and adorable, and her upturned chin showcased a beautiful swan neck.
His lips lightly brushed against her brows and eyes, tickling her softly, and her earlobes turned as red as cooked shrimp.
Every post-drinking frenzy was an enchanting experience.
Chen Ningxi complained angrily that it wasn’t fair, why did the sa routine leave her body ruined for three days.
Cheng Qiaobei was even more infuriating, teasing her that her field couldn’t withstand plowing.
As he predicted, the skincare was applied in vain, and after Cheng Qiaobei finished his shower, Chen Ningxi was so exhausted she didn’t want to move a finger, lying in bed like a dead fish.
Cheng Qiaobei brought over a glass of water, cradling her head. Chen Ningxi drank more than half of it, leaving the rest on the nightstand.
The phone vibrated again, Chen Ningxi knew who it was but didn’t remind him.
Footsteps went from near to far, heading to the living room. She heard him answer the call, without much exchange, only replying with simple words or two.
Then he went to the balcony, speaking softly so she couldn’t hear.
At this ti, it was past ten at night. When he ca back after the call, Chen Ningxi asked, "Who was it, this late?"
Cheng Qiaobei said, "Jiang Wanyi."
Though the room wasn’t lit, every object was particularly clear under the cold white moonlight, the patterns on the walls, the designs on the floor, the books on the bookshelf, even the air seed to have been tinted with the hue of moonlight, serene and comfortable.
Chen Ningxi opened her eyes, wanting to ask if anything happened during those months they were abroad.
But certain questions, once spoken, equated to a loss of trust, and once the wall of trust collapsed, rebuilding was extraordinarily tough.
Yet doubts needed facing, and unconditional trust required the other’s unwavering integrity.
Chen Ningxi turned over, lying in his arms, "Now, I’m going to ask you so questions, and you can choose not to answer, but you cannot lie to ."
Cheng Qiaobei held her tighter, "Okay."
Chen Ningxi asked, "During the months you spent abroad with Jiang Wanyi, did you et frequently outside of work?"
Cheng Qiaobei, "No. I almost always stayed in the hotel."
Chen Ningxi, "So you an you did et outside work?"
Cheng Qiaobei didn’t dodge the question, "Yes."
Chen Ningxi pursed her lips, "Have you ever had a non-business al together?"
Cheng Qiaobei admitted, "We did. She couldn’t find anyone to celebrate her birthday, so I invited her to the hotel, and I cooked a few dishes. She contributed significantly to the overseas hotel collaboration project, so I cooked to thank her."
Chen Ningxi, "Have you ever drunk together outside of work?"
Cheng Qiaobei, "We drank once. And I didn’t drink much."
Chen Ningxi, "Did she ever get drunk in front of you?"
Cheng Qiaobei paused, "...She did."
A woman getting drunk in front of an ex-boyfriend often ant giving an opportunity.
Chen Ningxi asked, "So, did any intimate contact happen between you two? Like, did you kiss, or..."
"Hey..." Cheng Qiaobei imdiately interrupted, "Stop right there. No need to say anything further, nothing happened, I didn’t even touch a strand of her hair."
Suddenly flipping over and pressing against her, Cheng Qiaobei lifted her chin, "You’ve been asking for ages, just wanting to know if I cheated on you while outside, haven’t you? Don’t you know whether I did? Over two months, I was pent up without release, and when I ca back, I almost ruined your little world. And you still doubt ? It seems I’ve been too polite with you," he slid his hand under the blanket, lifting her lower back, "Starting from tonight, twice a day, missing one is disrespecting my celibacy of the past two months."
"No..." Chen Ningxi started to react, and the blanket pulled open on her.
He said he was thirsty after talking for so long, casually grabbed the glass off the nightstand, found so water left. With the opening facing downwards, the cool water spilled onto her abdon, making Chen Ningxi tense up, her belly slightly concaving. Cheng Qiaobei lowered his head, using her body as a cup to sip the water.
Night, cool moon, and gentle breeze.
A slender body lay face down on the big bed, limbs limp and hanging off the edge, with fingertips dancing in rhythm with the swaying curtains, tremoring in a rhythmic dance.
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