Chapter 16: Her Pillow

She wanted to press hard against Meng Zhenyue, but she was afraid of waking her up.

The doctor said what she was doing was normal and she didn’t need to be ashamed.

The doctor was so good…

She really liked being with Meng Zhenyue.

The smell was fragrant, it was just that her mouth got wet easily.

It was just faintly bright when Yun Zhixue quietly slipped back into Yun Jing’s room.

Yun Jing seemed to turn over in her sleep but didn’t notice.

When the morning light first appeared, the heat began to rise.

Yun Zhixue finished washing up lightly and went downstairs, just meeting Meng Zhenyue grinding coffee.

She rolled up the sleeve of her left shirt, revealing a slender wrist, holding a porcelain cup with her fingers, and asked: “Did you sleep well?”

Yun Zhixue nodded vigorously.

“Did you bite your fingers?”

Yun Zhixue shook her head.

“It turns out children still need Mommy’s company.”

Yun Jing, coming down the stairs, looked deeply at the fingers she was holding the coffee cup with, then frowned and withdrew her gaze.

At the dining table, Yun Zhixue ate in a leisurely manner, her movements elegant and appropriate, and the way she picked up a napkin to wipe her mouth showed good upbringing.

Yun Zhixue’s eyes were clear and bright, her cheeks showed a healthy pink, and even her lip color was rosier than usual.

Her figure was no longer as thin as before; it was unknown when she had shed her childishness, and a few sharp, aggressive traits of an adult had appeared between her brows.

Afterwards, she went upstairs to write exam papers and memorize texts, studying with extra care, not wanting any more mistakes.

But whenever her thoughts drifted far, thinking of Meng Zhenyue—

She couldn’t help wanting to go downstairs to take a look.

She came out twice in a row.

The first time was secretly, the second time she made eye contact with Yun Jing.

She sat on the sofa looking at files, her gaze scanning Yun Zhixue from head to toe.

Yun Zhixue went straight to the kitchen to squeeze juice.

Yun Zhixue squeezed two cups, gave one to Meng Zhenyue, one to herself, and went to pour a cup of water for Yun Jing.

Under high pressure, Yun Zhixue’s action of chewing on things became more frequent.

Meng Zhenyue took a sip of juice and glanced over.

The straw in her mouth was bitten flat, with deep tooth marks.

Meng Zhenyue took out her phone to search for a solution, and an answer popped up on the screen: People who love biting straws have strong sexual desire.

Meng Zhenyue frowned. What is all this?

She searched again.

“Correct care methods for the oral stage of a baby”: 1. Don’t deliberately stop it. 2. Try breastfeeding as much as possible. 3. Arrange substitutes, such as pacifiers, teethers, and chew toys, 4…

There was a comment below: Actually, the best way is to hit the child’s mouth.

Just hit them whenever they bite their fingers, and once they learn their lesson, they’ll quit.

Hit the mouth?

Yun Zhixue is in a state of stress; how can she be hit?

She walked over and pulled the straw out of Yun Zhixue’s mouth.

Yun Zhixue looked at Meng Zhenyue in confusion and let her lead her to the sofa.

Meng Zhenyue found nail clippers, but found that all ten fingers had been gnawed bare.

Finally, she had to take her to the sink and rub every crevice of her fingers with disinfectant.

Yun Zhixue’s fingertips went soft, feeling as if in a dream, until Yun Jing’s call came from the staircase.

That gaze pressed heavily on her shoulder like a lead block.

She followed upstairs uneasily, just as the maid was taking apart the bed sheet and duvet cover in her room to wash them.

Yun Zhixue wanted to rush up to stop her, because the sheets still smelled of Meng Zhenyue.

But Yun Jing was walking ahead, so she could only endure it.

Arriving at the office, Yun Jing sat in her chair and looked at her coldly.

Yun Zhixue soon sensed it; yesterday’s matter might have been discovered…

She clenched her teeth nervously and asked actively: “What’s wrong?”

Yun Jing said: “How did you sleep last night?”

Sure enough, was she discovered? From where? What did she see?

She tried hard to comfort herself; even if Yun Jing discovered it, it was fine.

She just went back to her room to sleep, so what did it matter?

But, she was still terrified.

“I slept in my room.” Yun Zhixue said softly, “I slept with you, I really couldn’t sleep.”

Yun Jing’s face looked somewhat unpleasant: “So?”

Yun Zhixue: “Mommy, why don’t you sleep alone?”

Just then, Yun Jing’s phone rang.

Yun Zhixue followed her gaze and glanced at it; there was a message: [Come to my house tonight, miss you.]

Sensing Yun Zhixue looking, Yun Jing flipped the phone face down. “Get out.”

Yun Zhixue didn’t move. “Mommy’s phone is still ringing…”

Yun Jing’s face became even worse. “Do you think I want to sleep with you? Psychology is nothing important.

I want grades, the relationship determines if you can get into the lab, do you understand?”

“I’ve been crazy with you for so long, you should be fine now.”

“Don’t give me any more trouble.”

Yun Jing suddenly stabbed words into Yun Zhixue like knives.

Slowly, Yun Zhixue’s eyes felt sour.

She looked up and listened to Yun Jing say that she would never get better, that she was just a waste.

Many feelings surged up.

Being bullied as a child, being scolded, having hair cut, being pressed to the ground, being ignored by her, and being blamed by her…

Ah.

Why did she suddenly feel sad, feel wronged? So strange.

Yun Jing’s phone rang again.

“Get out.”

Yun Zhixue closed the door.

She vaguely heard Yun Jing answer the phone.

Yun Jing’s tone became very light, like she was coaxing someone.

So strange.

Yun Jing was sometimes gentle with others, so why was she so cruel to herself?

Her arm started trembling uncontrollably again.

Those old sequelae surged again.

Thinking about it, she suddenly realized that Yun Jing was a stupid woman who believed that this so-called “genetic disease” named Meng Zhenyue actually had a quick-acting cure.

Yun Jing wouldn’t pity her at all.

She was sick, and no matter what happened to her, Yun Jing wouldn’t care.

These days, it was only for the sake of face that she had a little patience.

She relaxed the fingers she had been clenching tightly.

Ah.

…Idiot.

Yun Zhixue went back to her room, found clean sheets to spread, then took the pillow core that Meng Zhenyue had used, put it inside her own pillowcase, and placed it on her side.

Yun Zhixue went downstairs to find Meng Zhenyue, but Meng Zhenyue wasn’t there.

She was dazed, spinning around the living room.

Would Yun Jing ask her to leave Meng Zhenyue?

She didn’t want to break up.

She sent a message – Where are you?

Meng Zhenyue replied – Supermarket.

Yun Zhixue’s heart settled – I want to go to the supermarket too.

Meng Zhenyue – I’ll take you out next time. It’s hot, I’m coming back right away.

– Do you want to eat anything?

Meng Zhenyue took many photos of snacks and sent them to her.

Yun Zhixue ate very few snacks.

After a long time,

– Apple.

Adding another sentence,

– Green apple.

Meng Zhenyue weighed a bag and took a photo to show her.

Yun Zhixue – Mommy.

Meng Zhenyue – Hm?

Yun Zhixue – Just wanted to call you.

Meng Zhenyue, holding the phone, hooked her lips. How could she be so cute?

She sent an emoji – Pat puppy head.jpg

Yun Zhixue – She was fierce to me T^T

Meng Zhenyue – Can send emoticons now? So cute.

Yun Zhixue – o(｀^｀)o

– (^ω^)

– (^３^)

After paying at the supermarket and coming out, Meng Zhenyue discovered that Yun Zhixue’s system avatar had changed to that puppy.

Returning to the villa, just as the car was parked, Yun Zhixue ran out of the living room, her eyes red, looking at her tightly and nervously, walking carefully towards her.

Meng Zhenyue was also quite annoyed.

She had only been gone for a moment, did Yun Jing want to kill her daughter?

She played a relatively healing musical, and Yun Zhixue sat watching seriously.

Meng Zhenyue washed apples for her to eat and disinfected the groceries she bought.

On the TV screen, the mouths of the two protagonists touched and then parted.

They hugged each other, facing the wind, their eyes full of love.

Yun Zhixue froze.

The movie was still playing.

Meng Zhenyue looked back at Yun Zhixue and then at the movie.

She specially asked a friend to recommend it.

There were no particularly stimulating scenes, just a simple theme of motherly love.

A young mother and daughter went on a trip.

At the end, the mother kissed the daughter’s cheek.

Why did watching it make the child’s face turn so red?

Meng Zhenyue turned off the movie, sat on the sofa, holding that latex teething stick and called her, “Come here.”

Yun Zhixue saw the product name on it.

She stubbornly refused to yield and whispered in resistance, “I’m already eighteen, I don’t need this thing.”

Meng Zhenyue stared at her, without allowing resistance.

Yun Zhixue only persisted for a minute.

She walked to her side, squatted down, and Meng Zhenyue threw a cushion to her.

She first knelt and sat.

Not liking this position very much, she observed Meng Zhenyue while switching to a cross-legged sitting position.

“Open your mouth.”

Meng Zhenyue’s voice was very soft, but carried an unresistive meaning.

Yun Zhixue subconsciously opened her mouth, and the next second, the cold teething stick pressed against her teeth.

She froze, her eyes widened slightly, and her face turned red.

She glanced out of the corner of her eye at Yun Jing coming downstairs.

Her mother was coming down…

Meng Zhenyue said, “Are you still eighteen?”

With something in her mouth, she couldn’t speak clearly.

She tried to speak, but the teething stick pressed against her tongue.

This scene strangely overlapped with a dream, Yun Jing stood on the stairs staring at them, the young lover was being intimate with her daughter.

Between the lips and fingers intertwining, Yun Zhixue’s arms began to tremble, and a painful swelling spread all over her body.

“Bite.”

Meng Zhenyue pinched her chin.

The fingertips applied slight pressure to make her not get distracted.

Yun Zhixue shamefully felt the teething stick, her tongue touching the foreign object, carefully biting down.

The sharp tips sank into the soft silicone.

The strange sensation aroused a kind of restlessness.

She looked up and looked at Meng Zhenyue.

It was too close.

What she wanted to bite was not this thing.

Meng Zhenyue’s breath brushed against her nose.

Her fingers adjusted the position of the teething stick from time to time, as if playing with her lips and tongue.

Yun Zhixue’s cheeks burned, and a heat that was hard to describe surged from deep within her body.

What was even stranger was the mother’s watching.

Yun Jing frowned slightly.

Her eyes wandered between Meng Zhenyue’s fingers and her daughter’s red earlobes.

Her lips were pressed into a tight line.

Yun Jing went out.

Meng Zhenyue asked, “Where are you going?”

Yun Jing smiled and replied, “Busy with work.”

Adding another sentence, “Yeah, just came back, lots of things to do.”

Meng Zhenyue held the stick with one hand and switched it to the left side of Yun Zhixue’s mouth.

The inside of her lips was wet, and there was a sound when biting.

She spoke to her, “Yun Jing, don’t forget the agreement we talked about before.”

“…Of course, currently you are the only one.”

Meng Zhenyue didn’t want to talk about it from the beginning.

Her requirements were simple: cut off all messy relationships, she wouldn’t be a mistress, and she didn’t want other mistresses finding her.

Yun Jing felt a moment of guilt and turned around.

She quickly looked back again.

She witnessed with her own eyes the lover relieving her eighteen-year-old daughter’s oral stage fixation.

The lover wiped the daughter’s wet corners of the mouth with her thumb.

A weird feeling spread.

She turned back and prepared to give her lover a kiss.