Figure Skating: Waltz on Ice

Do you remember what I told you?

Mei Jing raised her head, tears still clinging to her eyelashes. Du Liangchen paused in his chewing of the mint, then gulped down the crushed candy.

He couldn't bring himself to do it, so he put down the candy box and gently wiped away the tears from Mei Jing's eyes.

“I’ve said before that being together is a matter between two people. You should say what you’re thinking, even if it’s embarrassing or awkward. If you don’t say it, I won’t know, and even your parents can’t guess what you’re thinking.”

As Du Liangchen spoke, he cupped his face, lowered his head to look him in the eye, and stared intently into his eyes with a complex expression, continuing to speak with utmost seriousness.

"And Mei Jing, we are lovers, brothers, and friends, but we will never be enemies. You don't need to be afraid that I will laugh at or humiliate you."

"You told me you wanted to break up because you were afraid I couldn't share the good times and the bad. So you decided to break up with me first. But you didn't even ask what I thought. You just sentenced me to death based on your own wild ideas. Is that fair to me? Do you really think I'm such an irresponsible person?"

"Our genders dictate that there will be a lot of gossip and obstacles between us. I don't believe you didn't think about these things, resist them, or try to avoid them when you realized you were attracted to me. But you still confessed to me, so don't let external factors shake your resolve!"

Mei Jing's eyes filled with tears, and she sobbed silently, tears streaming down her face as she frowned.

Du Liangchen's words about himself were too naive and immature. Love isn't just about sweetness; when troubles arise, you also need the courage to face and resolve them. Running away will only lead to separation.

He thought he was prepared to face and solve difficulties at any time, but he didn't expect that this was just the beginning. He became timid because of fear.

Lacking confidence and doubting Du Liangchen's love for him is incredibly cowardly. Has their relationship all these years been a sham? Why can't he give him a little more trust?

Seeing him crying so miserably, Du Liangchen's eyes also began to redden. He was both angry at himself for being soft-hearted and heartbroken that he couldn't bear to see Mei Jing crying so pitifully. He took a tissue from the dining table and wiped his face.

Mei Jing: "Yes, I'm sorry... I was too naive. I promised to protect you from the wind and rain, but I backed down when the world was just starting to suppress us. Now you have to worry about the competition and face my betrayal. I deserve to die."

"You've always rejected my advances. You rarely wear the clothes and shoes I give you. You're always so rational that I thought I was the only one in love with you. I feel like you're with me because you're too lonely."

"I've been overthinking things, but I haven't dared to ask you, afraid that the answer you'd give me would be the last thing I want to hear. Until... until you lost your temper and went crazy this afternoon, making me realize that you do have feelings for me. I regretted it then and there, I'm so sorry..."

Upon hearing Mei Jing's words, Du Liangchen realized that he had made Mei Jing feel insecure all along. He had a thousand grievances he wanted to vent, but at that moment, he felt a lump in his throat and couldn't say anything.

Mei Jing's eyes were filled with regret and self-blame, as if they were about to drown Du Liangchen.

Du Liangchen tilted his head and gently kissed the man's swollen, trembling lips. Feeling the man freeze, he released him and asked, "Do you still think I don't really like you?"

Mei Jing blinked blankly, her heart racing uncontrollably. She hooked her arms around Du Liangchen's neck and pulled him close, eagerly wanting to continue the kiss. Taking him by surprise, she pulled him into her arms.

The sudden action caught Du Liangchen off guard, and Mei Jing's breath sprayed onto his face. He stiffened, and a sharp pain in his mouth made him gasp.

"Ouch! Why are you...biting me?!"

Mei Jing's kiss was extremely aggressive, giving him no chance to escape. Du Liangchen felt as if he had fallen into a warm embrace. A large, hot hand slowly slid down Du Liangchen's waist to his lower back, the fingertips gently circling his waist, sending a shiver down his spine. His head exploded with a "boom".

"Well...!"

Du Liangchen tried hard to suppress the sound that was about to spill out, his whole body felt like it was being electrocuted, and his straight back went limp.

Mei Jing forcefully stole the air from the mouth in front of her, feeling the person in her arms limp unnaturally, and kissed them even deeper.

Du Liangchen felt like he was suffocating, so he turned his head away to breathe, trying his best to maintain the last bit of consciousness.

"open......"

Mei Jing remained unmoved, instead pulling him even tighter, her lips landing on his sensitive neck, uttering a few broken words between kisses, "No, I haven't... kissed enough yet~"

Du Liangchen felt his body growing hotter and hotter. Mei Jing's palms, with their alluring heat, were slowly igniting his reason. He wanted to struggle, but the sudden feeling of being suspended in mid-air made him gasp. He frightened himself and wrapped his arms around the neck of the person in front of him, his legs, which couldn't touch the ground, instinctively hooking around his waist to prevent himself from falling.

Unable to bear Du Liangchen's squirming and rubbing against her legs, Mei Jing picked him up and placed him on the table, their lower bodies pressed tightly together.

"Damn it! You...you're...crazy! This is...my...dining table!"

Du Liangchen felt the hard, slightly cool sensation under his buttocks, and his oxygen-deprived brain regained a sliver of rationality.

Du Liangchen, who rarely swore, was frightened by Mei Jing's madness and tried to push him away, but was pinned to the table.

Mei Jing gently bit his earlobe, her voice hoarse, "Be good, don't... move around..."

Du Liangchen felt like he couldn't breathe and turned his head to try to get away, but Mei Jing grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him.

Mei Jing's restless hand reached under the hem of his clothes. The temperature of her palm was even hotter without the clothes to block it, almost scalding him. Du Liangchen collapsed and slumped weakly onto the table.

"Do you want me to let go?"

Looking at the person who was infatuated, Mei Jing chuckled softly. He couldn't bear to let go of the touch in his palm, and he moved his hand upwards along the waistline.

Du Liangchen could no longer speak in complete sentences, only able to let out soft, gasping breaths.

Mei Jing's movements became increasingly unrestrained, their lips and tongues entwined, filled with ambiguous sounds of water.

Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly romantic, Du Liangchen accidentally knocked over a bowl on the table, making a crisp sound.

Du Liangchen snapped back to reality and pushed Mei Jing away. Too much had happened today; he was exhausted and didn't want to have sex with Mei Jing at this time.

Mei Jing was pushed away forcefully, and after a moment of stunned silence, her mind cleared. Looking at Du Liangchen, whose cheeks were flushed and whose chest was heaving violently, her heart pounded wildly. But seeing the obvious wariness and rejection in his eyes, Mei Jing buried her head in the crook of his neck, feeling distressed.

"you......"

"I...I won't do anything reckless, don't be afraid, let me lean on you...to calm down."