I almost touched the moon

In the following week, Wen Song almost got used to Cheng Che's presence. Every day when she got up, breakfast was already on the table, and when she got home from get off work, Cheng Che was always waiting for her at home and prepared dinner for her.

However, she never responded to Cheng Che and almost never replied to his messages. After making love every night, she would let Cheng Che leave. She thought Cheng Che would give up, but he didn't. He just obeyed all her requests, which made her feel a little overwhelmed and guilty.

"Song Song..." Cheng Che looked at her confused eyes, his cheeks flushed with lust. He leaned over and kissed the corner of her eyes, "Just say you love me, okay? You can lie to me, too."

Wen Song seemed not to hear his words. She kissed his chin and responded to his actions, but did not say a word. She just couldn't help but let out a few very low moans.

When the passion faded and the night returned to silence, Cheng Che hugged her from behind, kissed her neck softly, and slowly said, "Sister, I want to chat with you, can I?"

"No." Wen Song lowered his eyes, his voice was a little low, revealing a bit of laziness, "You should go, I want to sleep."

"Can I accompany you tonight? I won't disturb you." Cheng Che's voice was a little humble, and he was reluctant to let go of the hand that was hugging her.

"Not good." Wen Song's voice became softer and softer, "If you don't leave, don't come here again."

"Okay, then I'll sleep in the guest room." Cheng Che got up from the bed and forced a smile. He suddenly wanted to ask her what she wanted, but he knew that Wen Song hated him asking such questions the most, so he swallowed the thought back.

The next morning, Wen Song woke up early because of severe abdominal pain. After taking a painkiller, he went back to bed.

"Sister, get up. It's half past ten. You have class at eleven." Cheng Che knocked on her door and reminded her softly.

Wen Song had woken up because of the alarm clock, but she felt helpless when she heard his words. She still couldn't figure out what she was doing. She opened the curtains and saw heavy snow outside the window. The whole city was covered in white snow, and a thick layer of snow accumulated on the balcony.

She leaned her head against the window. The cold temperature of the glass and the whiteness in her eyes made her sober up. She shouldn't go on like this. Her personality was not suitable for an intimate relationship, and Cheng Che was too eager to be loved. Five years ago, she couldn't meet his expectations. Five years later, Wen Song smiled self-deprecatingly. She certainly still couldn't meet his expectations.

Cheng Che's patience now is only because of the joy and excitement of reunion after a long separation. After the temporary passion fades, he will face the reality.

Walking into the living room, Cheng Che understood what was going on when he saw her pale face. He made her a cup of hot cocoa, found some painkillers and placed them next to the plate, and told her, "Eat first, then take the painkillers."

Wen Song did not drink the hot cocoa, nor did he eat the breakfast he prepared. He just said indifferently: "Cheng Che, go back and don't come for the next week."

"What's wrong?" Cheng Che asked in confusion, "But I really can't come next Sunday. There's a ski cross competition that day in Laax. If you're free, can you come and watch?"

"Because I'm on my period, there's no need for you to come." Wen Song's face remained calm, but his words were like a sharp blade, which made Cheng Che heartbroken in an instant.

"What do you mean?" Because he was too shocked and sad, the corners of his eyes were a little red and his voice was trembling.

Wen Song looked up at him and continued, "Literally."

"Song Song..." Cheng Che sighed, "I have been sorry for you in the past five years. It doesn't matter how you vent your anger. If you don't like me, you can just say it directly, and I will never bother you. But there is really no need to do this. If you want to make me sad, then you did it, and I am very sad."

"Why are you so sure that I still love you after five years of breaking up?" Wen Song looked at him and asked casually, "You don't think that I love you just because I sleep with you, it's just a habit and a momentary rush of hormones. Of course, if you can accept that, we are just beneficial friends, I won't mind."

After hearing her words, Cheng Che smiled bitterly, nodded and said, "Beneficial friends? Sorry, I can't do that."

"Then you can go." Wen Song said calmly, "Don't come to see me if you have nothing to do in the future. If you meet me, just pretend you don't know me, okay?"

Cheng Che didn't know how to describe his feelings at that moment. Regret? Helplessness? Sadness? All kinds of emotions mixed together. He only wished he could go back to five years ago, even three years ago, two years ago. He would never mention breaking up, and would definitely tell her that he regretted it and that he missed her very much.

"If this is what you really think, and if this can make you happy, then I promise you." Cheng Che tried to smile and said to her, "I'm leaving first. Goodbye, Professor Iseylia. I look forward to seeing the Venus probe you helped design successfully launched into space and enter the orbit of Venus soon."

"Thank you." Wen Song also looked at him and smiled faintly, "I also wish you good luck in the competition next Sunday. I hope you can win the gold medal."

After Cheng Che closed the door and left, Wen Song still drank the cup of hot cocoa he prepared. It was just the right temperature, warming the body without being too hot. It was slightly sweet, but she liked it very much. At this moment, she realized that Cheng Che had always kept her habits in mind and never forgot them.

For the first time, she felt a little guilty about her behavior. She clearly saw Cheng Che's sad eyes when he left. When he smiled and wished her well, his eyes were wet. He didn't make trouble for no reason, nor did he force her to stay. He said that as long as she was happy, he would agree.

Wen Song sighed and left home to go to class.

When she was 25, she would cry bitterly because of Cheng Che’s departure. But Iseylia, 30, would not feel that way. She just felt that her heart was empty, and the feeling that was finally filled was taken away again.