Chapter 582: 397. Heartbeat_2
Guan Yongyi didn’t expect that when the man said "watching a movie," it really meant sitting upright and seriously, watching a full movie together with her.
It was a hundred times more proper than usual.
He was entirely focused, even putting his phone on silent.
He righteously declared that watching a movie is something that requires full attention, and people who have no respect for art would take advantage of the dim light to make moves on a girl.
After the movie ended, the man pulled open the curtains again.
The night scene of Jiang City became the backdrop, the bright moon hanging high, and stars filled the sky.
Guan Yongyi was squatting by the coffee table, taking out boxes of hotpot delivery from Hai Di Lao that had been delivered a few minutes ago.
While listening to Lu Jincheng’s endless commentary, she echoed along.
"I thought you would pick a movie similar to the last time."
"But... I quite liked this story."
"Just like what the grandpa in the movie said, ’When you meet the right person, it’s like encountering a rainbow, only then do you know it exists.’
Saying this, the short-haired girl took out a pot from the box, placed it on the induction cooker set up on the coffee table, and directed the man to add hot water to it.
Watching Lu Jincheng and her cooperate seamlessly, she subconsciously repeated the lines in her mind and fell into memories.
She always believed that in this world, there exists a kind of love that is as inevitable as destiny.
Irreplaceable, color touching the soul, where lives must be intertwined.
Just like the first time watching a movie with Lu Jincheng, the feel of his gentle arm around her shoulders.
Every girl who’s experienced it knows.
Whether in a movie or someday in real life, this is the feeling every girl experiences with her first love.
When you meet that person, only then can you truly understand that feeling.
Tossing and turning day and night, enchanted by the defined facial features, unable to forget his deep-set eyes.
Or secretly smelling someone’s shirt with an earthy scent, or quietly hoping those slender, firm hands could wrap around your little hand in his palm.
It’s that primordial spark, that soul-devouring madness, that admiration that lights up the world, emotions sustained merely by longing and anticipation.
Yes, and so you can’t help but keep stealing glances at him, hoping to hear any news about him, repeating his name.
When you meet that person, you suddenly understand one thing.
It turns out life can be this beautiful.
The warm atmosphere of the two preparing to eat hotpot was no different from their usual meals together.
If not for a small accident.
Guan Yongyi realized then, sometimes this man is a bit silly too.
Like when asked to move the pot, he did so barehanded.
"Hiss..."
Luckily, he pulled back just in time, only slightly burning the tips of two fingers until they turned red.
The short-haired girl was surprised, raising her voice.
"Quick, pinch your earlobe!"
"Huh?"
Guan Yongyi hurriedly explained.
"My mom taught me when I was little, if your hand gets burned, pinch your earlobe, quick, pinch it."
"What kind of strange theory is that?"
Science-loving Mr. Lu didn’t understand at all, and with his thick skin, didn’t take it seriously, laughing along.
"Whose earlobe to pinch? Can I pinch yours?"
Guan Yongyi was stunned, thought for a bit: "Mom didn’t say, anyone’s should be fine..."
Before she finished speaking, the man took a step forward.
As if embracing her, he gently pinched both her earlobes, warmth spreading from his fingertips to the girl’s ears, then welling up to her heart.
Face to face, they could hear each other’s breathing.
Her face seemed to burn, she looked up at him, meeting his eyes.
"Does it... still hurt?"
The short-haired girl’s cherry lips trembled, drawing his gaze back to her lips.
"Much better."
The man said softly.
"Mm..."
The two said nothing more, staring at each other, his hands still pinching her soft red earlobes, unable to resist giving them a slight rub.
"Had I not been so busy watching you just now, I wouldn’t have gotten burned."
"Blame me?"
Lu Jincheng kept staring at her, her delicate cheeks touched with two traces of blush, gradually magnifying before his eyes.
Releasing the earlobe he held, his palm gently cradled the girl’s face.
He missed her lips and teeth, the light casting clearly on her face.
The man easily found himself in her eyes.
His Adam’s apple bobbed.
He kissed her.
...
The hotpot was steaming, yet the tenderness between them burned even hotter.
After the brief kiss ended, he and she impatiently swept away all the meat and vegetables on the coffee table.
Replenishing energy to better nurture the blossom.
After a long holiday, the fridge was originally empty, and the craft beer stock had long run out.
But Lu Jincheng, meticulous as always, had already restocked everything just as the delivery guy arrived.
After patting his belly, he looked at the dishes left on the table and suggested to Guan Yongyi that they wrap up.
"Full now, shall we tidy up?"
Guan Guan had a different thought; she was just getting into the mood, her drunkenness winning over, not losing interest despite being full.
"But there’s still so much wine in our glasses~"
"Let’s drink a little longer~"
The short-haired girl, having drunk, wasn’t as articulate as during the day, her nasal tone heavy, yet it added a touch of lazy charm, a hint of allure in her voice.
The man felt a tingle in his heart, letting her be.
The beer he bought was all low alcohol content, no matter how much they drank, they wouldn’t get drunk.
Just drinking more left one’s mind wandering, unable to help indulging in fanciful thoughts.
Just now, he had held his girlfriend for over two hours, her fragrance lingering at his nose, refusing to disperse.
Plus now being satiated and warm, inevitably made Lu Jincheng’s thoughts stray.
"Alright then."
With this thought, he sat back down.
Occasionally raising his glass, he gently clinked it with the short-haired girl.
Guan Yongyi’s face was flushed, the hotpot’s high temperature left a lingering smell, so she had changed clothes early.
She wore only an ivory sleep dress.
With the nudge of alcohol, her exposed collarbones and arms acquired a faint blush.
Her exquisite features were shrouded in a veil, her eyes seemingly harboring endless drizzle, rendering her an unprecedented allure.
"If you’re not drinking, stay aside...stop staring at me."
The man, bored, couldn’t help but extend his hand under the table, exploring her bare feet.
The blush swiftly spread across Guan Guan’s cheeks.
Yet this time, she only verbally protested without wanting to be seen, still curling her knees, placing her soft fair feet in his palm.
Since unlocking this intimacy, she realized that the man beside her seemed to have a keen interest in her barefoot state.
She had felt flustered, awkward, yet subtly more was a secret joy.
Because of this secret joy, she never wore socks at home, always meticulously applying pretty and lovely nail polish.
Because of this secret joy, even letting him wash her feet brought a sense of playful intimacy between couples, making her want to gently tease with her toes in his palm, playfully stirring up splashes.
She jokingly said he was a little pervert, but every time she caught her lover staring at her, her heart sweetened, she was quite pleased.
Her chest wasn’t large, her stature short, not especially skilled in cooking, yet pampered and spoiled.
Sometimes when she awoke first, gazing at Lu Jincheng beside her, she occasionally wondered.
If he grew tired of her, what would she do if he left her?
Love was everything to her, and Lu Jincheng was everything of that love.
Even though she often denied with her words, secretly harboring jealousy and anger, each month during her period she’d have all sorts of wild thoughts...
She still couldn’t imagine life without Lu Jincheng.
So every time he gazed at her with nearly intoxicated eyes, she felt a subtle sense of peace.
Indeed, her chest would hardly grow bigger, her stature would not increase, her cooking skills might always remain poor, the only thing she could possibly change was her being spoiled...
But she knew, she was his frost upon his shoe.
Just like he inadvertently praised before, quoting Li Bai’s poem.
The frost upon the shoe.