Trajectory 2: entangled curves

After a pause, Zhuge Yihua continued: "Do you remember that snowy night? That night, at the gate of your school. You left me without giving me a chance to explain, or to listen to your explanation, or to continue. You pushed me to someone else with your own hands. Do you know what happened to me that night? That night, I drank a lot of wine, and when I went back, she was still there. You know who I'm talking about. Then, we had sex. Then I got together with her. Before graduating from college, I went abroad and broke up with her."

"If you had given me a little more trust, and you had left without handing me over to her, we should have been together later. I always felt that our regret was due to your self-righteous departure, so I hate you. I should hate you."

"It was you who ruined all my beautiful imaginations and visions of love. It was you, the cruel, philandering and sentimental you, who hurt me. That summer, I confessed my love to you, but you didn't respond. I wanted to tell you how I felt about you in our own way. But the next news I got was that you already had a boyfriend. You hurt me and rejected me, again and again. I should hate you."

"But the moment I saw you, I realized how fragile my hatred was. I really want to turn back time, to that summer vacation. I will tell you in a more straightforward way, not with a song. If I go back to that night, I will definitely be braver than that time. I think, if that were the case, maybe you wouldn't suddenly appear in front of me today, but would stand beside me beautifully and generously."

Zhuge Qinuo did not respond, and Zhuge Yihua also knew that she would not respond at all as she was drunk. What he wanted to do was to pour out his frustrations. And there would be no better person to pour out his feelings to except her.

After taking a deep breath, he continued, "You should go to sleep, isn't it ridiculous for me to keep nagging? Ha. My previous beliefs and hatred are slowly disintegrating, and I even feel that it's all my fault, that I wasn't firm enough. How can I blame you entirely? You have a boyfriend, and I'm in love with someone else, and I've also felt sweetness from other relationships. It's the fault of both of us, how can I have the nerve to hate you?"

"Seeing you greet others in a familiar manner, but politely ignoring me. Didn't you recognize me? I felt really bad, and I don't know what my expression was at that time. Evil comes so quickly. I swear, I just want your heart to feel the feeling of being ignored and blocked by a stone. I pretended not to know you and even let you drink. Watching you maneuver and refuse, I felt a kind of pleasure in my heart."

"But you compromised very quickly. This is not like you. When you agreed to my request for a drink, I was a little panicked because I didn't want you to drink. But when you toasted me, I was a little proud. I felt that I won. I suppressed your former arrogance and your nobleness. I saw your coercion and embarrassment. I really thought I won."

"But the fact is, I pushed you away again. I realized it when you were drinking with that principal named Ye, who is also your teacher. I felt a little regretful but even more jealous."

"You were out for a long time, and I couldn't help but find a reason to come out and see you. When I saw you sitting on the sofa, I couldn't help but sit next to you, even though I knew that keeping a distance was the best thing to do."

"You didn't fail to recognize me. You still spoke harshly to me. Seeing your scarlet eyes full of resistance, I suddenly felt distressed. I really felt distressed. You haven't changed. The arrogance in your heart is still there. It's just that now you know how to restrain your edge. I was wrong. I admit it. I admit that in this battle of anger, I lost, and I lost completely."

"After all these years, you can still make me soft. I lose my resistance to you anytime and anywhere."

After speaking out what was in his stomach, Zhuge Yihua felt relaxed all over.

He stood up, sat on the bed, and stared at Zhuge Qinuo quietly for a long time.

To say that he was obsessed with her was a bit shameless. But the person in front of him was his dream. An evil desire was growing. He lifted the cup covering her deep body, and the slim-fitting clothes outlined her curves. He scanned her body up and down, looking at it again and again, recalling the soft touch when he held her before. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and a physiological instinct arose.

The angels and demons in my mind are constantly crossing each other.

He wanted to possess her, whether she was willing or not, just to possess her body. More than ten years ago, she should have been his, and she owed him this. Now that he really slept with her, it was just to make up for it, just to pay back the debt.

But he couldn't. She had her own life and her own marriage. He had thought wrongly about her and her teacher Ye before. There was nothing wrong between her and her teacher. Other men could control themselves when facing her, but why couldn't he?

If he really did that, what would he be? A rapist or a male mistress? Zhuge Yihua didn't want to make a mistake, and he didn't want Zhuge Qinuo to passively bear the consequences of his mistake because of his mistake.

Finally, he leaned over and kissed her eyes gently. One second, two seconds, three seconds... There was a fragrance on her face, the fragrance of powder, and the smell of alcohol on her breath with the aftertaste of perfume.

He couldn't help but move down and put his lips on hers. Her lips were a little cold at first, and then they became warm. He couldn't move away, and he didn't want to move away.

His mind and body were telling him that he wanted more. He closed his eyes, his palms touched her waist, and just as he opened his mouth slightly, ready to put his hands into her clothes and go further.

She turned her head.

Zhuge Yihua seemed to have just woken up from a dream. But he still whispered in her ear: "Tonight, I want you. You owe me."

Zhuge Qinuo moved his head again, turned around, and continued to face away from him.

He stood up and looked at her for a few seconds before he stood up and took a deep breath. Then he poured a glass of water, placed the water and the hangover medicine on Zhuge Qinuo's bedside, and quietly walked out of the room.

Zhuge Yihua closed the door gently, a smile on his face, whether it was satisfaction or helplessness, he couldn't tell.

When she turned around, he knew she hadn't fallen asleep, but just didn't want to wake up and face him. When he looked at her sideways head, he clearly saw her eyelashes trembling, so he said that sentence as a prank.

As expected, Zhuge Qinuo opened his eyes after Zhuge Yihua walked out of the door.

Only after she could no longer hear any sound outside did she stand up, drink some water and take some medicine with difficulty.

She listened to every word he said and took it to heart.