Green Plum IslandCh50 - I’m No Match For Him

I shift uneasily in my seat. “I didn’t want to talk to him, but he just told me. I was passing by and he stopped me.”

“He stopped you?” Yan Kongshan’s brows crease and he looks even more unhappy. “You–” But he doesn’t finish his sentence because the red light turns green and the car in front starts moving. He can only turn his eyes back to the road and maneuver the car to flow along the traffic. YxoLe

I’m unsure whether this counts as him being mad at me or not, but it would be such a waste to ruin our long-awaited reunion just because of Fu Wei. There’s not much I can do in a car, but at the very least, I can sweeten him up.

“Ah Shan, I’m so happy you could come and pick me up.” The tips of my fingers rub against the water bottle in my hands. I dart a look at his handsome side profile, then at his mood index. “You have no idea how excited I was, I could barely sleep last night.”

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He concentrates on driving and doesn’t respond, but his mood index rises by two points following my words.

My cajoling seems to work, so I keep going with the cheesy statements, “I miss you so much every day. I miss you when I’m eating, when I’mm in class, when I’m sleeping–” rCG9m

“You should at least pay attention in class.” He says this with a hint of laughter, his mood index slowly back to normal.

Danger averted.

I breathe a sigh of relief and adjust my position in the seat again, leaning back against the seat cushion. “Then I’ll think of you all the time except in class.”

Instead of heading on the motorway, the car weaves in and out of the city streets, unable to pick up speed because of the inner-city traffic. We keep stopping, until at least we’re completely jammed behind a roadblock, probably because of a traffic accident.

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A gentle ballad melody drifts from the radio, accompanied by a woman singing. Suddenly, Yan Kongshan says, “If you ever see that guy again, stay away from him. He’s not well-intentioned towards you.”

“That guy” is obviously Fu Wei. Of course I plan on staying far away from him; I figured him for a psycho since the time he showed up at Grandpa’s house, but “not well-intentioned”?

“…You think he likes me?”

“He likes you but he won’t admit it, a coward.” Traffic comes to a complete stop. Yan Kongshan changes the gear to P and leaves the car where it is. Then, he turns and crooks his finger at me. 9n0dyk

As if drawn towards him, I lean over. His large hands come up on either side of my face and he smooths his thumbs under my eyes. “Although,” he murmurs quietly, “it’s a good thing he’s a coward.” And then he lowers his head and catches my lips.

Our first kiss after a month takes place within the small, enclosed space of the car, seductive and intoxicating.

I always never understood why Fu Wei feared me at the same time he liked me, but I suppose he is just a coward. The only two times we met recently, the only emotions he expressed were fear and something bordering on despondency, so I suspect he’s really over me. I only hope that from now on, he stays far away from my life and that we can pass each other as strangers. Forget the past and move on to the future.

My arms are propped on top of the compartment between our seats. As the kiss deepens, my arms start shaking and I feel like my spine melts. EA5caC

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He looks disgruntled at having been interrupted, but obediently starts the engine again and sets off. 12CIED

When we finally pass the most congested traffic and the car moves along smoothly for awhile, he suddenly turns and pulls up into a small, quiet street and then parks the car by the side of the road.

“Speaking of, I nearly became a coward too,” he remarks, undoing his seatbelt. His tone is grateful. “But good thing you’re a bold kid.”

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I don’t know what’s happening, but I undo my seatbelt as well. Maybe there’s something he needs to do nearby.

The second my seatbelt clicks open though, his right arm darts out and grabs my arm, pulling me over to him. A warm, wet tongue enters the cavern of my mouth, pushing apart my lips and teeth. FrKxC0

Clearly, he was not satisfied with the last kiss, prompting him to find an empty corner to park the car and continue where he left off.

In the past when watching movies and television, I never understood the make-out scenes. What was possibly so entertaining about two people sticking their tongues in and out of each other’s mouths? Did people really get pleasure out of such actions? These doubts followed me to the end of my puberty stage and yet now that I’ve experienced it myself, I understand just how ignorant I was.

Those were the foolish doubts of a child.

Because of course kissing is an extremely pleasurable thing. Before bringing a relationship to the next level, it’s the only outlet for all our pent-up desires. Another way for our flesh to intertwine, an inevitable action as a result of love. Gb50ld

If “pink” is the blood of love, then “kissing” is its voice. It can be affectionate, or hoarse, all in the name of expressing our powerful emotions of love.

The inside of the car gets hot; Yan Kongshan’s grip on my wrist tightens.

Even though we’re enveloped in a small space, the car is still out on the road and a passerby could catch us at any moment. The possibility keeps me from being able to relax fully into the kiss because part of me worries. Yan Kongshan’s breaths get more hurried. Compared with the warmth of a lover, he resembles a predator more, starved for a month of food, trying to get his fill all at once. It’s as if he’s been salivating, starved past his limit. All his attention is on my “flesh,” so much so that he hasn’t realised that my own mind has been wandering.

Actually, there is one thing that he got wrong. It’s not that I’m bold, but that I just like him too much. If I liked him just a little less, I probably would have given up the first time he rejected me and we wouldn’t be here today. AdeuIo

His kisses start trailing down my neck, his teeth scraping against the delicate skin there. Predators can hear the blood pumping in the veins beneath skin and smell its fragrance. He nips along the side of my neck, as if he means to search for a place to bite down.

“Ah Shan…” Slightly afraid, I try writhing out of his grasp, wanting him to stop. Or at least we should find a more covert location. But my actions seem to trigger something in him and he holds me even tighter, his mouth not having any intentions of releasing me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpse the shape of a person coming towards our direction and I clench at the clothing on his back. “Ah Shan, let me go first, someone’s coming.” My voice is barely perceptible.

“Hmm…” He hums an agreement, but his mouth still doesn’t move. r0X9TZ

I’m going a little crazy. Yan Kongshan pulls me over to him, resulting in my body postured in a very awkward position, just one hand clinging onto his back, keeping myself in balance.

Hot breaths land on the crook of my neck and I shudder unconsciously. He removes himself from my neck, no longer biting me, switching over to his lips, gracing over the skin in the area.

The shape of the person in the distance gets closer and closer; my body stiffens.

Yan Kongshan suddenly stops his movements and holds me firmly, panting heavily. I don’t move at all for fear that he’ll start up again. T31Jwj

The person outside the car walks past us, not noticing us at all.

After a moment, Yan Kongshan seems to calm down and releases me suddenly without warning. With quick motions, he starts the car up again and takes us out of the side street. I rearrange my clothing, buckle myself back in, and rub at the stinging tissue on my neck. Wanting to see what kind of state he’s left my skin in, I pull down the mirror overhead and peer into it.

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No blood, but it looks a bit red and swollen, and there are clear teeth marks.

I shoot a silent look at Yan Kongshan. I’m really starting to suspect that he has a fetish for devouring skin. XVREh6

He feels my gaze on him. “If you keep staring at me, I’m going to kiss you again,” he says, keeping his eyes straight ahead.

The threat works, I immediately look away.

“When is your birthday?” he asks. “I remember you saying it was in September or October. It’s not already passed, is it?”

I start and almost look at him again, but manage to stop myself. “Not yet, it’s on the third.” JS2408

Which is one of the reasons why Mum wanted me to stay at her house, because she wanted to celebrate my birthday with me. But I really don’t think that sitting with her and her husband blowing out candles together is a great idea.

“It’s coming up then.” We turn onto a roundabout and hit a motorway. “Is there anything you want?”

“Yeah.” I start picking at the sides of my nails — which I do when I’m nervous.

“What?” Zu3gzl

I purse my lips. Then: “At midnight, I want you to be at my side.”

He’s silent for a few beats. “Just that?”

“Yep, just that.”

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Back on Green Plum Island, Grandpa is already waiting for me. When he hears us, he immediately runs out the house and gives me a huge hug, then reaches to take my bag, but I sidestep him and quickly head into the house. It’s only then that I remember that I completely forgot to say goodbye to Yan Kongshan.

When I look back, the car door is half-open, Yan Kongshan standing nearby, staring at me from a distance.

I wave at him. “I’ll see you later tonight.”

He smiles, then settles back into his car, although instead of parking it next-door, he drives off in the distance of the bookstore. ZdrQwM

“Xiao Rui brought pineapple over yesterday, remember to text her later to thank her.” Grandpa grabs a bowl of cut up pineapple and brings it to me.

I stuff a piece into my mouth. A burst of sweetness more potent than honey sweets immediately drowns my taste buds. “Okay,” I nod, then dig my phone out and send Sun Rui a quick text, at the same time inquiring how she and Wen Ying are doing.

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She sends me an emoji of a person smoking a joint. “Who do you think I am? Of course I’ve eaten him whole and not left a crumb. How can a young grasshopper like Wen Ying be a match for me?” Her message practically drips smugness.

“That’s impressive of you, then.” wPocWi

“Hold on, that reaction… don’t tell me you still haven’t?”

I don’t reply, just send her a shifty eyes emoji.

“Yu Mian, are you serious? Don’t tell me you’re checking your calendar for an auspicious day or something? Just rip off your clothes and get on him!”

“…” Are you not supposed to choose a perfect day? But most importantly… “I’m not a match for him.” szoiNS

“Oh, then you can rip off your own clothes and let him get on you.”

“…”

Did it have to occur so violently? Sun Rui’s words leave me full of doubt.

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