Chapter Eighteen (Part Two)

  I figured it out, and after savoring it again, I feel that there's some philosophical meaning to it. But where exactly is the philosophy? It's hard to put into words. No matter, though - if a principle is clear, then it's not really a philosophical one; philosophical principles are inherently unclear and ambiguous.

  Ahead leads to the end of the corridor, next to the end there is a fork in the road, and at the end of the fork there is another fork that leads to Zheng Mingming's ward 312.

  I widened my eyes, took a step forward, turned over one fork in the road and then another, searching all the way, with difficulty identifying, finally saw 312, and also Qin Mo leaning against the door of 312 smoking.

  A cigarette burned silently between his fingers, under the warm lamplight, casting a smooth silhouette.

  Two waiters standing by the side were whispering to each other, one said to the other: "You know, being handsome is not scary, what's scary is that even smoking looks so handsome on him... Look at my boyfriend, he doesn't even hold a cigarette like that..." She thought for a moment and used a very fashionable word: "So feeling." Her description was vivid, I took a closer look from afar, indeed very feeling.

  But Qin Mo soon ended this affectionate action, rubbed his temples and turned sideways to extinguish the cigarette in the ashtray. I quickly walked past the two waiters, went to his side, ready to open the door and go in with him. He called my name from behind, I turned around to see what he wanted.

  Then there was a ten-second silence.

  Ten seconds later, my brain started functioning normally again, and after another second, I slowly reacted to the current situation.

  The current situation is not optimistic.

  The unfavorable current situation is now... I was being held by Qin Mo, to be precise, I was semi-held and trapped between the wall and him. It seems that tonight, I and this KTV's wall root are particularly fated. His left hand restrained my waist, his right hand grasped my two wrists. The magnitude of his strength made me feel like I was being held in the palm of his hand, completely unable to resist. And honestly, I had actually forgotten how to resist.

  His body was too close, and he didn't dare move his lower body at will. He had a lot of wine tonight, both baijiu and foreign liquor, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of alcohol molecules mixed with a special tobacco flavor, making people's heads dizzy.

  "You, you're drunk?"

  He calmly said: "Do I look drunk?" and then hugged my waist even tighter.

  My scalp felt numb and I quickly shook my head.

  He smiled and leaned his forehead against mine: "Song Song, you're so clever, you must know what I want to do."

  I tried to tilt my head back, but the result of tilting it back was that the back of my head was tightly pressed against the wall. He and I suddenly changed from forehead to forehead to nose to nose. The tip of his nose was his steady breathing, and I almost cried without tears, my heart racing wildly, and I was about to suffocate.

  I thought he was drunk and wanted to save him from his confusion, struggling to say: "I really don't know what you want to do?"

  His lips came closer and I shouted: "I know, I know, you...you..." He bit the tip of my nose: "Too late."

  The next moment, his lips were already pressed against mine, rolling and sucking. In my mind, it was as if a huge thing had exploded instantly, spreading rapidly throughout my body, shaking me from head to toe, leaving me completely blank.

  He bit my lower lip, murmuring vaguely: "Be good, open your mouth." I don't know if I opened my mouth or not, I didn't even know what I was doing. His tongue had already **, like a sudden rainstorm carrying a strong wind, wanting to sweep through my entire mouth, his tongue entwined with mine, I felt my legs trembling, a faint hum escaped from my nose, my body felt like it was being ignited from the inside out, burning through my five viscera and six bowels.

  When I came to my senses, I found that both hands had somehow regained their freedom. One hand was resting on Qin Mo's shoulder and the other was leaning against his chest. He looked at me with a smile, and under his sweater, I could feel a strong heartbeat... He was still alive, and so was I.

  In an instant, I didn't know what to think, my mind could only repeatedly drift between two thoughts: first, I was kissed forcefully, second, I was kissed forcefully and I didn't resist, I very obediently and naturally let myself be kissed... This realization is simply despairing. For five years, I have been keeping myself clean and proper, thinking that since I have a son, I couldn't drag down the great young men of our country, for decades, day after day, separating from the masses of male friends, not getting involved with them. Friends all say I'm not a casual person, and I once agreed with their views, but until today, this moment, I discovered that I'm not a casual person who gets casual easily, but when I do get casual, it surpasses ordinary people...

  I reached out to push him, but he took advantage of the situation and grasped my fingers. I tried to struggle free, and he raised an eyebrow. "Let go quickly, let go! Can't you see someone is watching?"

  Those two waiters stood ten meters away and didn't move at all, staring stupidly at the two of us.

  He glanced at them, then turned back, not showing any intention of letting go, with a gentlemanly expression on his face. He said: "If this matter is not clarified, it seems that no matter what I do, I am doing useless work..."

  A spark in my mind, I felt like I knew what he was saying, but then again, it seemed like I didn't know.

  He said: "We've known each other for many weeks, what do you think of me?"

  I muttered: "Great, you're a good person."

  "He said: 'Then why do you think I'm being so good to you?'"

  As I recall what was said earlier: "Because you are Yan Lang's godfather, this is a case of the mother riding on the son's prestige."

  He furrowed his brow: "Wrong. That's because I'm after you."

  I don't know where the door suddenly opened and then slammed shut again. I thought, did I just have an auditory hallucination?

  The hallucination continues. The hallucination says: "Are you shocked?"

  I nodded reluctantly.

  "Has it ever occurred to you?"

  I nodded again with difficulty.

  Suddenly, Huan Ting let out a loud sneeze, and his voice became more real. I quickly looked up at him: "Do you have a cold?" My eyes glanced at his cuff, and I added: "Your cuff button seems to be undone."

  He let go of my hand, lowered his head to fasten the loose cuff button, and didn't fasten it for a long time. I was anxious in secret beside him. He suddenly stopped his movements, raised his head, and looked at me incredulously: "I said, did you hear clearly what I just said?"

  At his reminder, my mind suddenly went blank, and it was a rare kind of blankness, just like handing in a blank paper during the college entrance examination. At the same time as being blank, I was also sweating profusely.

  I wiped the virtual sweat from my forehead: "I heard it clearly, but I didn't quite understand... I think I need to think about it carefully..."

  He looked at me, pondered for a moment: "You'd better not think about it, I'm just reminding you, the rest is not urgent, we can take our time." After finishing, he stretched out his hand in front of me: "Help me button up."

  I pretended to calm down and helped him fasten it, he nodded in satisfaction, stretched out his hand to rub my hair: "Wait for me, I'll go get something."

  Qin Mo opened the door and entered the room. I finally couldn't hold on anymore and slid down along the corner of the wall.

  He wasn't drunk at all, he was actually chasing me. The two "actually"s before weren't just my imagination, and he even said we could take it slow?

  Even if heaven gives me a thousand possibilities, I dare not think in this direction, heaven's thoughts are truly too profound.

  Like after a long run-up, with a fixed acceleration, the heart starts from deep in the body, exerting force to rush out wildly, running faster and faster, eager to break free from the constraints of the chest. I looked down at my chest, suddenly had an incredible idea, would it really break out from inside? Thinking about that scene, I suddenly felt a chill, scaring myself. My heart was already numb with shock, I estimated my heartbeat had reached 200, enough to trigger a heart attack, and vaguely felt the whole world was pulsating at a frequency of 200 times per minute, like a giant kaleidoscope.

  Although I've heard of Cinderella marrying into a wealthy family, I've never heard of an unmarried pregnant Cinderella marrying into a wealthy family. I looked up at the corridor's dimly lit wall lamps for a while and felt that this matter completely defies common sense, modern science can't explain it, and one can only resort to fortune-telling.

  I rummaged through my pocket and dialed the phone, swallowing a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and nervously said to Zhou Yueyue: "Zhou Yueyue, can you quickly go online and check for me? It's that extremely accurate astrology blog by Little Prince, can you see if Taurus is in a romantic luck this week?"

  Qin Mo's voice echoed from above: "This week, Taurus is offending Tai Sui and won't be lucky in love."

  My phone shook in my hand, I looked up and he had already put on his coat, with a large plastic bag in his right hand.

  "You're really fast."

  He nodded: "There's not much stuff, just two umbrellas."

  I thought for a moment what kind of umbrella needs to use "individual" as a unit of measurement, and suddenly an advertisement slogan flashed through my mind: "Condoms I've always used Carved, transparent condoms I still use Carved. Right, Carved condoms, use less, but affordable, I've always used it. Carved condoms, changed generations, bubble wrap." This face that hasn't been red for many years suddenly turned completely red.

  Nowadays, everything emphasizes being natural and original, and relationships between men and women are no exception. In this regard, it has made great progress and directly returned to the primitive state of "when the intention is cast, then wild combination" in ancient times. The only drawback is that environmental damage is severe in the 21st century, and nature can no longer provide a good hiding environment, making the conditions for wild combination extremely limited, and it's impossible to "cast intentions and combine wildly", so we can only "cast intentions and open rooms". Qin Mo looks like a successful man who is at the forefront of fashion, and his thoughts must also be at the forefront. Shouldn't we just rush to the hotel and open a room next? This is simply unacceptable. I raised my head and said nervously: "I'm a more conservative person, so I'll just..."

  He took out an umbrella from a plastic bag and handed it to me: "It's raining outside, fortunately Zheng Mingming brought an umbrella."

  I said: "......"

  "He said: 'You don't like this color?' He lowered his head and rummaged through the bag again: 'There's also a sky blue one here.'"

  I said: "......"

  The author has something to say: As soon as Lin Qiao came out, I was stuck in a bottleneck. It's not easy to get out of the bottleneck, and I'm sorry to keep everyone waiting for so long.

  Some classmates said that Yan Song is so silly, how can someone like her. The fundamental reason why such a silly girl is liked is that it's a warm and romantic urban fairy tale. The positioning of this article is still a dog-blooded small white paper, which will be bloody to the end and white to the end. Spraying dog blood also requires professional ethics, and it cannot be abandoned halfway.