Chapter 30 : The Tasteless Honey (3)

In the early stages of dealing with these trivial matters, Qining would take the time to call Jiang Yanlin every day.

At first, she just wanted to talk. Later, for some reason, it became a habit and a tacit understanding.

She increasingly liked to share her own affairs with Jiang Yanlin. Topics that she had never talked about with anyone before became a natural outpouring here.

“One night it snowed heavily, and a bear came to my door, rummaging through the trash can at my door. I didn’t know when it would leave, so I hid upstairs and watched for a long time.”

Qining was lying on her side in bed. The two of them had switched from voice calls to video calls, with their computers propped up in front of them.

She found the video and sent it to Jiang Yanlin.

“Is the person speaking next to you your sister? She sounds so cute.”

Jiang Yanlin asked casually as she was processing the copy materials.

Qining let out a laugh. “No, that’s my mom.”

Jiang Yanlin then looked up at her, with a questioning expression.

Qining could very well understand why she had this expression.

“My mom is a very cute person. She’s on vacation here. She can add more than ten foreigners’ contact information just by going out for a walk, and she also invites people to have parties at home.”

Qining thought of something and couldn’t help but say,
“One day when I came home, I saw a police car parked at my door, and two white police officers were at the door. I was so scared that I thought something had happened at home. I didn’t expect that they were also here for the party. They were new friends my mom had just met.”

Listening to these descriptions, Jiang Yanlin also had a picture in her mind and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Your mom must live a very free life.”

Only a free person can do these cute things without any distractions.

Qining nodded. “After she married my dad, she never worked again, because he was afraid she would be wronged outside. She’s also a very emotional person. When she’s happy, she laughs out loud, and when she’s unhappy, she cries. My dad will coax her for a long time. Now the two of them still have video calls every day and whisper sweet nothings. It’s so mushy.”

She said this, but the tenderness in her eyes was hard to hide.

So Jiang Yanlin thought that Qining was indeed an isolated island, but she also loved some people in her own way.
—It’s just that on this day, Jiang Yanlin had never thought that among these people, there would also be herself.

Later, in a video chat, Jiang Yanlin heard Qining’s mother’s voice for the first time.

It was indeed a very cute and very young voice.

She had seen a joke online and had been laughing for a long time. An hour later, she came to knock on Qining’s door and told Qining the joke again, laughing non-stop as she told it.

Qining listened to her with a good temper and then went back to her room and complained to Jiang Yanlin:
“She’ll come knocking again in an hour.”

Her words were already full of habit.

Jiang Yanlin was listening, but she was a bit absent-minded.

Seeing that she was looking at her phone, Qining put away her smile and asked,
“What’s wrong?”

Jiang Yanlin looked up, tried to suppress her emotions, and replied casually,
“My mom’s side seems to be under lockdown. I’m ordering some medicine and fresh food, but I don’t know if it can be delivered.”

Qining pursed her lips, wanting to comfort her, but she had no useful words.

In the end, she could only watch silently as she tapped and swiped on her phone.

This video call didn’t last long and was hung up.

Jiang Yanlin made countless calls and asked various friends for help before she finally managed to send the antipyretics and food home just in time.

Her mother called to reassure her, saying that her cousin’s family would also help.

Jiang Yanlin knew that being anxious was useless. She hid those emotions, hurriedly gave a few instructions, and then hung up the phone.

And after that, it was a long night of forcing herself to work.

When she received Qining’s voice call, Jiang Yanlin had just finished a part of her work. Her body had not eaten for a long time and was already a bit dehydrated.

She answered the voice call and asked, “Why are you still up at this hour?”

After their time zones synced up, they had not called at this hour for a long time.

Qining was also very busy. During the day, she had to go to various places, get certificates, go through procedures, sign contracts, and also entrust a lawyer to negotiate.

It wasn’t until she got home that she had time to send a message to Jiang Yanlin. After confirming that Jiang Yanlin was free, she would call.

An unannounced call like this seemed to be the first time.

The person on the other end of the line seemed a bit cold. She took a breath and then said in a low voice,
“Your apartment is really hard to find. I almost got lost.”

Jiang Yanlin was stunned for a moment, and then she got up, put on her cardigan, and hurriedly changed her shoes and opened the door.

One step, another step, accelerating, turning into a run.

The elevator was unprecedentedly slow. Time became long and long.

Jiang Yanlin pressed the down button several times, but it couldn’t make it go faster.

So she turned to the emergency exit and flew down the stairs.

The glass door blocked the cold wind outside. A figure was standing under the dim yellow light, holding a phone in one hand.

Hearing the sound of running footsteps, she looked up and finally gave a light smile.

Her reddish-brown curly hair had faded, only showing a hint of red in the halo.

A black overcoat wrapped around her tall and thin figure, almost blending into the inky blackness behind her.

Jiang Yanlin opened the security glass door, took a breath, and walked up to her step by step.

“You…”

Jiang Yanlin had just opened her mouth when the person in front of her reached out and gently pulled her into her arms.

That gentle tone, for the first time, shed its usual indifference and fell on her ear:
“It will be okay. Don’t be afraid.”

Jiang Yanlin had lived in this world and was no longer afraid of many, many things.

She was not afraid of losing her loved ones, not afraid of losing her friends, not afraid of losing her fortune and starting from scratch.

She had always understood that the intangible things she possessed were the foundation of her life, the driving force for her to move forward.

But there were also those few sleepless nights, in the tossing and turning, that she could not persuade herself not to be sad.

Those who loved her, those she loved, those she had missed and met again, she had made the same mistakes again and again.

For a long time before she met Xiao You, she was tired of such a waste.

If she had to lose it, why pick it up again?

So Jiang Yanlin no longer easily added friends, no longer entered anyone’s small circle, maintained a detached self-preservation, and was a quiet passerby.

Cutting off close ties with people is a more preventive ibuprofen.

Jiang Yanlin taught herself to endure loneliness, and then to enjoy loneliness.

Living alone, eating alone, watching movies alone, going wherever she wanted to go alone.

This was the freedom she pursued.

And it was also the protective coloring she chose.

The late autumn night wind was already a bit painful on her face.

Jiang Yanlin leaned against her warmth and finally gave up resisting, giving up her self-deception.

She said very lightly,
“I have a honey pot. It’s full of the sweetest honey. In order to eat it for a longer time, I used the thinnest straw.

Of course I know that the sweetness I can taste with such a straw is very light, and I also know that the thickest straw can make every bite very sweet.”

Her fingertips pinched the folds of the black overcoat, and finally she said,
“But if you use the thickest straw, you’ll finish it very quickly.”

“I can’t bear to finish it.”

Qining listened to her every word seriously.

After a moment, she replied with a light laugh,
“Then I’ll just fill it with new honey, so you’ll never finish it.”

Jiang Yanlin had heard many beautiful promises.

So she never easily made promises.

She knew all too well how to pick up the pieces of a broken heart.

But the late autumn night was too cold, and the warmth in front of her was too warm.

A numb person does not believe in love songs.

Jiang Yanlin tilted her head up, looked at the rain falling outside, and found a clear touch in the wet cold.
—So she was not yet numb.

In this night that was about to break, Qining brushed away her stray hairs and, for the first time, used directness to repel her roundaboutness.

“Jiang Yanlin, can I kiss you?”

The temperature between the lips and teeth is always higher than the skin, easily igniting the deep flame.

The mist in the bathroom had not yet dissipated. The wet black hair, the sticky clothes, the close body temperature were all constantly re-enacting.

Jiang Yanlin half-closed her eyes, felt her temperature, and couldn’t help but reach out to touch her black hair.

Very smooth straight hair, dark and beautiful, a completely different touch.

One, two, what do they want to take from her?

Jiang Yanlin tightened her grip on her hair, opened her mouth slightly, with a hint of a smile:
“Péi Wanyi, come here.”

Whether the drunk person had sobered up or not, Jiang Yanlin no longer cared.

She suddenly became curious, and that even hid a bit of malice.

So she indulged her body, and with extra flamboyance, she immersed herself in the gradually crazed loss of control.

At first, Péi Wanyi was a bit slow, as if she were repeatedly confirming something, or was surprised by her change.

“Did you also secretly drink?”

In the slow, shallow and deep, she bit Jiang Yanlin’s neck and asked in a low voice.

Jiang Yanlin hugged her and couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s you who doesn’t know me.”

She said, hooking her leg around her waist, and asked back provocatively,
“Or is it that you don’t have the energy after drinking?”

Jiang Yanlin naturally had to pay the price for this sentence.

From the bathroom to the bedroom, she didn’t have a moment to catch her breath.

Péi Wanyi’s dizziness seemed to be cured without treatment, but she also missed her aim a few times, and her arms were bruised.

Jiang Yanlin became impatient, pushed her down, and sat on her waist.

She pulled Péi Wanyi’s hand and asked nonchalantly,
“Can you find it? Do you want your big sister to teach you?”

Péi Wanyi’s counterattack was silent, but she held back her voice and laughed more wantonly.

“Don’t stop. If you can’t get it out tonight, then don’t sleep.”

In the latter half of the night, Péi Wanyi really began to suspect that Jiang Yanlin had been drinking.

But after several kisses, she didn’t taste any alcohol. It was unlikely that she would have eaten anything else in the country, so she could only rule out all external factors.

Péi Wanyi couldn’t help but ask, “When is your period?”

The person sitting in her arms looked down at her and asked with a smile,
“Are you scared of my period?”

Péi Wanyi squinted, feeling that she was a bit abnormal.

But she was still drawn by this sentence, and her pulse accelerated by a few beats.

This overly overt body really easily aroused those hidden impulses.
—It’s you who doesn’t know me.

This sentence replayed in her mind several times, making it impossible for Péi Wanyi not to care.

She really didn’t know Jiang Yanlin.

Even though they had done it so many times, their understanding of each other was only at the most superficial level.

Péi Wanyi had thought that at least she knew what Jiang Yanlin was like in bed.

The little bits and pieces that were forced to the brink but refused to be released, and the way she was completely controlled but would never bow her head and beg for mercy, always made people want more, an addiction that was hard to quit.

But it wasn’t until now that Péi Wanyi discovered that Jiang Yanlin had even more inside her, hidden away tightly.

Like a person with a treasure, guarding against thieves.

At this very moment, she was lifting a corner of her veil to Péi Wanyi.

But it made people even more unable to see clearly.

Péi Wanyi looked at her smiling eyes, and gradually, the movements in her hands stopped.

Jiang Yanlin raised an eyebrow and was about to mock her.

But Péi Wanyi had already sobered up and asked with a rare seriousness,
“Jiang Yanlin, did you think that I was just looking for you to have s*x with?”

The person sitting on her didn’t speak, just leaned down and gently caressed her cheek.

“What are you saying that’s so disappointing? I let you in because I wanted to have s*x with you.”

Finally, she avoided the topic in this lighthearted way.

Péi Wanyi curled her lip. After a moment, she flipped over and pressed the person in her arms under her, effortlessly pinning down her restless hand.

“I want to kiss you, just purely want to kiss you.”

Péi Wanyi didn’t care whether she wanted to hear it or not. The moment their eyes met, the emotions that had been pulling at her all day were finally unbearable.

Jiang Yanlin lay on the bed, slowly calming her breathing.

She actually quite liked this “rudeness” of Péi Wanyi’s. It would make her body react very quickly.

Perhaps they were really very compatible, at least when it came to s*x.

So Jiang Yanlin reached out with her other hand, hugged her waist, and nuzzled her.

“Me too. I also want to kiss you.”

She replied nonchalantly, but her fingers were testing the dangerous edge.

Péi Wanyi’s body was very well-proportioned. She had curves where she should, and the slender parts were not weak, full of powerful lines. The feeling of her smooth and firm skin in her hands.

Jiang Yanlin had always wanted to do something to her, to leave her own medal on this body—signed by the most discerning gourmet.

But after so many entanglements, Jiang Yanlin also vaguely sensed that Péi Wanyi would not easily give up control.

So Jiang Yanlin had always been very tactful and had not done anything that would spoil the mood. After all, in this matter, she always respected the other person’s wishes.

Except now.

Péi Wanyi did not stop her, just stared at her eyes.

Jiang Yanlin leaned over and kissed the corner of her lips. Without asking for permission, she crossed that line.

Until she touched the edge, Péi Wanyi said coldly,
“Even if you go in now, I won’t feel anything.”

Jiang Yanlin asked nonchalantly,
“Why? Do you think my technique is bad? Isn’t it a bit too early to make that judgment?”

Péi Wanyi felt her unhesitating movements until she completely crossed the line.

Jiang Yanlin looked up, looking at her with a hint of provocation.

But Péi Wanyi had already lost that interest.

She let go of the hand holding Jiang Yanlin’s and replied without any emotion,
“Because I’ve never had an orgasm.”