Chapter 34

Outside the window, the rain fell suddenly, the wind blew through the floors and the ground with an eerie shriek, and the pedestrians on the ground either held their bags to cover their heads or quickly opened their umbrellas and ran wildly towards the interior.

It was cloudy, rainy, and foggy.

But this has nothing to do with the air-conditioned bedroom filled with warm light. ……

Jiang Yimiao’s body was wrapped around her quilt, and she lay in a firm but soft embrace. Firm but soft embrace, the air’s complex odors wrapped around the tip of her nose. But such scents remained gentle and comfortable.

Jiang Yimiao’s hand held Zhao Shuming’s arm, bringing it to her lips.

Her warm and soft lips touched Zhao Shuming’s arm first, and she slightly tilted her head sideways, her incisors and her number three teeth seemed to grind together on his skin, the upper and lower rows of The upper and lower rows of teeth bit together, firmly locking onto the skin on Zhao Shuming’s arm.

She felt as if she was eating a pearl from a giant pearl milk tea, soft and bouncy, and a little hard and tough because it hadn’t been cooked yet.

The only difference was that Zhao Shuming’s muscles weren’t sweet, they didn’t have any flavor.

Jiang Yimiao knew that her thoughts seemed a little out of line with common perception, but she had to admit that Zhao Shuming was a piece of meat and potatoes in her eyes, and she wanted to bite him hard and eat him.

And this piece of meat and potatoes only belongs to her, only she can bite, only she can eat.

Thinking of the countless chewing gums that she had bitten, Jiang Yimiao wanted to bite harder and harder, but her remaining reasoning only kept her from biting through Zhao Shuming’s arm.

Jiang Yimiao’s breathing was still a bit rapid, and the tip of her nose was on the top of his arm, as if she wanted to keep drawing on his scent, she grabbed the air in front of her with a big mouthful. She grabbed the air in front of her.

She buried her head and maintained a posture that didn’t change.

Zhao Shuming looked down and could only see half of her face, he couldn’t even see her expression, but he could guess that she should be feeling pleasure.

Because her chest was pressed against his ribs, the beating of her heart sent a thumping sound through bone conduction.

Zhao Shuming quietly rubbed his cheek against the top of Jiang Yimiao’s hair, just as she would normally do with her own cheek against Bei Bei.

Jiang Yimiao’s bite wasn’t really light or heavy, not as hard as when she was a child, but harder than the last time she didn’t succeed in biting on it.

People have less experience suppressing positive emotions than negative ones, so when the brain tries to suppress its own positive emotions, some sort of aggression may occur .

Zhao Shuming knew that Jiang Yimiao just liked it too much.

Liking the doll, or perhaps liking his body, liking the scent that he had purposely created for her, was what made her want to bite him.

Pain couldn’t actually create any pleasure for Zhao Shuming, but he knew that the harder Jiang Yimiao bites meant the more intense the positive emotions in his brain.

That was why he wanted Jiang Yimiao to bite him even harder, hating that she could bite until she destroyed her cuticle, until she bled, and until she left a new scar.

He held his hand up like this, quietly being bitten by her, and although the pain gradually hit him, Zhao Shuming still didn’t say a word.

The force on Jiang Yimiao’s mouth gradually decreased until her own mood completely calmed down, and only then did she slowly loosen her mouth.

The moment she let go of her mouth, she saw that Zhao Shuming’s hand had a bright red teeth mark on it, overlapping on his green veins.

Jiang Yimiao squinted her eyes, looking carefully at the work she had left behind.

Her brain became a little dizzy from her rapid breathing, and her entire body still collapsed onto Zhao Shuming’s body like she was losing strength.

Even through the two layers of fabric, she could feel the temperature of his body.

Jiang Yimiao lay on top of his body and exhaled, having a feeling of powerlessness as she entered sage mode.

Zhao Shuming was really a bit uncomfortable being tossed around by her movements like this, but he wasn’t in a hurry to call her up, and his ring around her waist arm around her waist didn’t loosen either, but gently rested on her waist.

Only after she resumed normal breathing did she realize that her posture with Zhao Shuming was a little too awkward.

Jiang Yimiao quickly bounced off of him and picked up the doll he had just picked up from the ground and placed it on the bed on her side of the bed.

The teeth marks on Zhao Shuming’s arm shook like a pool of blood under the bright white light.

Recovering her senses, Jiang Yimiao drew a few wet wipes and paper towels from the nightstand with her hands and feet and sat back down in front of Zhao Shuming again to grab his arm and start wiping it off.

“I, you …… er.” Her head was a little stuck, like she had just realized that this behavior of hers was not quite right.

Jiang Yimiao used the wet wipes to wipe straight towards the place she had just bitten.

Zhao Shuming’s skin was clearly the skin of a typical ordinary healthy male, although it was a bit fairer, but for some reason she just so wiped, the area that had been wiped instantly became a large area of red, a light red color that looked like it was haloing away from the location of the teeth marks.

After confirming that she wiped off any stains that might have remained on his hands, Jiang Yimiao took a paper towel and dried the wetness left by the wet towel for Zhao Shuming.

“Did I bite too hard?” She lowered her head and still kept wiping, her loose hair covering her face.

“Miao Miao, how are you feeling?” Zhao Shuming didn’t directly answer her question and asked her instead.

His tone sounded a bit serious, as if he was studying a subject, and Jiang Yimiao raised her head to meet his deep eyes, but they were still as gentle and calm as usual.

His eyes, however, carried his usual kind of gentle and calm smile. Jiang Yimiao never knew why Cheng Wenyao always said that Zhao Shuming smiled falsely, he was obviously a very gentle and kind person in her eyes.

She didn’t know if it was because she had overworked her eyes or if the light had made her eyes a little sore.

Jiang Yimiao couldn’t stop her eyes from fluttering quickly for a few moments before slowly returning, “It feels quite refreshing …… very comfortable, just like sliding down a slide made of clouds in the sky .”

“Did I bite you painfully?” Jiang Yimiao asked again.

Zhao Shuming gently shook his head at her, “No, it doesn’t hurt much.”

This was the truth, his ability to endure pain was still good, he could not even say a word when he was bleeding from a knife cut.

Jiang Yimiao, however, was still wiping the area of teeth marks on his hand.

“Miao Miao, there’s no need to rub it, it’s not like I’ll mind you.” Zhao Shuming looked down at her hand that was still wiping and laughed.

Jiang Yimiao touched the back of her neck with some embarrassment, and suddenly collapsed on the bed with a loss of strength, like a big word stuck to her bed.

She ripped out the doll that was being held down and let out a long sigh towards the ceiling.

Not the kind of sigh that was ugh, but a sigh that felt soothing, “I haven’t bitten anyone like that in so long, sometimes I can’t even bite myself.”

“As strange as this weird disease is, it seems to make people feel euphoric again. The human brain is so amazing.” Jiang Yimiao seemed to be talking to herself and Zhao Shuming.

“Miao Miao, you can keep biting me later, I don’t mind.” He moved closer to her, “And you loved biting my arm before, if you can’t change such a habit then you won’t.”

“It’s not a good thing to suffocate yourself, it might even end up relieving you of your strange disease.”

Humans know that there are many bad habits in them but won’t change them, and habits like hers that aren’t considered bad don’t need to be change.

She had actually been restraining herself as well.

People lived in the world for only a few decades, and there was always a death, so why restrain yourself.

Jiang Yimiao pursed her lips and smiled, “Uh-” she answered.

Zhao Shuming would smile, he had finally let her get this far. He closed his eyes and let out a long breath before getting out of bed.

“Ah, where are you going, aren’t you going to sleep?” Jiang Yimiao had already moved herself to lie on her own pillow, but she realized that Zhao Shuming had gotten out of bed.

“I suddenly remembered that I have a rather urgent matter to deal with at work, I’ll go to my bedroom first, I’ll sleep when I’m done.” Zhao Shuming said softly.

Jiang Yimiao didn’t notice the irregularity in his tone and nodded with a knowing expression, “Then you go ahead and get busy, but you got up earlier than me in the morning, still go to bed early oh.”

She fell back with one head, rolling over and rolling up the plush quilt that was pressed underneath her, covering it tightly over her stomach, her right leg subconsciously just resting on a pillow aside .

“Well, I’ll sleep when I’m done.” Zhao Shuming left her room in a near-deserted manner, even forgetting to ask her if she wanted to turn off the lights in her room first.

Jiang Yimiao had just had such a big battle, and although she was a bit tired, her brain was still in an extremely excited state, so excited that she hadn’t wanted to go to sleep yet.

She looked at Zhao Shuming’s back as he left the room and picked up her cell phone.

Because she had been doing mental labor during the day, at night Jiang Yimiao would brush her mind with something that she didn’t need to use her brain to understand, such as funny videos that weren’t very nutritious, or stories that didn’t require any brain power. Or stories that didn’t require any brain work.

Occasionally, she would find something so funny that she would laugh out loud and gasp for air while forwarding the video to Cheng Wenyao with a trembling hand.

Zhao Shuming had only just returned to his room when he heard her laughter coming from the master bedroom. His mind already reflected the look of her laughing and shaking all over while pinning the quilt and slapping the pillow with her hand.

Zhao Shuming let out an involuntary laugh as he leaned against the wall of the room, followed by a heavy exhale.

The perception of the softness and temperature of Jiang Yimiao lying on top of him just now had been floating in his brain, and Zhao Shuming admitted that he really wasn’t a noble person , but he didn’t expect his self-control to be lower than he thought.

The desires of humans are far higher than they imagine ah ……

Deliberately guiding Jiang Yimiao was certainly able to bring him closer and closer to her, but how was it not torturing himself.

Unable to alleviate the strange feeling in his body, Zhao Shuming turned around and covered the door, walking straight to his bedside and squatting down.

This guest bedroom was the room that Zhao Shuming had lived in for the two years he had been studying in the South City in elementary school, and the current layout was already very different from when he was a child, except for the desk and some of the room’s layout and decorations. The layout has changed.

The house was redecorated last year, and along with it, his bed was also changed, but it was still similar to the one he used when he was a child – at first glance, it looked like a closed-backed solid wood bed.

But in fact, the bottom of the bed is actually three huge drawers.

When he was little, he liked to hide his favorite objects in the drawers, including the model that his mom and dad gave him together on his tenth birthday, as well as photos of him and Jiang Yimiao together, and the random things that Jiang Yimiao slipped into There were also photos of him and Jiang Yimiao, and things that Jiang Yimiao had casually slipped to him.

For example, the roses she made with ultralight clay, the cars she folded after her teacher in art class, and other meaningless objects.

These objects followed him from his hometown to Nancheng, and then followed him abroad and back again.

In other people’s eyes, it might be just a pile of garbage, but in Zhao Shuming’s eyes, it seemed to be proof that there were still people in the world who loved him.

In the end, his parents still love him because of a layer of blood relations, but Jiang Yimiao, there is no substantial connection between her and him, and there are actually very few people in the world for her to love.

Zhao Shuming didn’t know where he got the luck to be one of them.

Even if that kind of love was different from his.

The lights in the master bedroom hadn’t gone out yet, and a few giggles came from the next room from time to time, Zhao Shuming knew that Jiang Yimiao hadn’t gone to bed yet, but he remained light on his feet

Zhao Shuming squatted beside the bed and rummaged through the objects in the drawer, the climate in South City was actually very unsuitable for preserving objects, metal objects were prone to rusting, paper easy to lose color and become moldy. So he spent a lot of effort to keep these items in their original state as much as possible.

He took out a stack of paper products that had yellowed and even lost their color.

It was a birthday card she had given him, with a drawing of two little people holding hands, him and her.

Jiang Yimiao’s hands-on ability to do handicrafts wasn’t very good, but she had learned to draw and her art skills were surprisingly good. Ever since her mom and dad complimented her on how much the two little people she drew looked like her and Zhao Shuming, she drew two little people on every greeting card she sent to him every year.

The kind of greeting cards that played music when you opened them were very popular in elementary school, but now that these cards had run out of batteries, there was no longer the familiar birthday song playing when you opened them, only color-changed birthday wishes. There is no familiar birthday song playing when you open it, only the birthday wishes that have changed color.

She has always had good handwriting since she was a child, even in the second grade when many people would shake when holding a pen, she could already write a handful of standard block letters.

Zhao Shuming flipped through the cards she had written one by one, and the last blessing stopped at nine years ago, and Jiang Yimiao who came afterward never sent him a card again.

He touched her handwriting and folded the cards and postcards according to their size and placed them in the acrylic box where they were originally stored. He put the cards and postcards in the acrylic box where they were originally stored.

Zhao Shuming pulled open another drawer, where he had photo albums, most of which he had copied and printed from Jiang Yimiao’s mother, and some of which he had obtained from his own parents.

Although they had just been born in an era where cell phones were nowhere near as sophisticated as they are now, it was good to see that playing with cameras was popular in the millennial generation, and people like Zhao Yannan who didn’t like to take pictures had all bought a small camera and took a lot of photos of them.

Each photo had a date and watermark, so time went by, but it was a blessing for Zhao Shuming to have the images in his memory fixed and recorded.

Jiang Yimiao was a very quirky girl when she was a child, and even when she took photos, she would make a lot of strange expressions, which were cute as hell.

Zhao Shuming was now flipping through their memories like he had done countless nights in the past.

He arranged the photo albums according to their size and thickness, and there was an out-of-place object in the drawer – one of Jiang Yimiao’s old pajamas.

The pajamas were not black, white and gray, but rather a light yellowish color.

She hadn’t worn this nightgown for a long time, but it was still covered in her scent. Zhao Shuming squinted at the soft pajamas and gently touched it.

Thinking that by touching it like this perhaps he could be covered in her scent ……

I don’t know how much time passed before Zhao Shuming stood up from the bedside and washed his hands and face before leisurely walking to Jiang Yimiao’s room.

Tonight. It was too early in bed, so she laid in bed aimlessly swiping her cell phone for another half hour.

Seeing Zhao Shuming standing in the doorway of her room again, Jiang Yimiao raised her eyebrows and sat up, “Finished your work?”

Zhao Shuming nodded his head somewhat sheepishly, he really wouldn’t cheat Jiang Yimiao, he thought that when Jiang Yimiao became completely enlightened, he might not have to always excuse his unpleasant behavior.

Jiang Yimiao patted the side of the bed with the look of a wealthy host, “Then hurry up and go to sleep.”

Zhao Shuming listened to her and sat on the edge of the bed.

She suddenly remembered something and sat up and tugged on Zhao Shuming’s quilt corner, “Right, have you seen one of my dress pajamas ah, I didn’t find it tonight.”

Jiang Yimiao sat up and looked in the direction of the master bedroom’s small closet and the checkroom, “I looked in both closets, but I didn’t find it, but I didn’t look carefully.”

Usually, it wasn’t too early for her to return home from work, so almost all of her clothes were usually collected by Zhao Shuming, and even her personal clothes he would help her fold them and put them in her specialized personal clothing He would also help her fold her personal clothes and put them in her special storage box for her personal clothes.

Zhao Shuming swept his head down and glanced at her hand gripping the corner of the quilt, pursed his lips minimally, and his heart felt like it had fallen out of his chest.

Seeing Zhao Shuming frozen in place, Jiang Yimiao crossed over the pillows to get closer to him and asked with a sideways glance, ”Are you wondering where you put that nightgown? But I don’t remember moving here and wearing it yet.”

“Are you in a hurry to find it?” Zhao Shuming asked. Of course he knew that Jiang Yimiao hadn’t worn that pajama recently, or he wouldn’t have taken it away ……

Jiang Yimiao shook her head, “No, I just suddenly remembered it for some reason, and I couldn’t find it.”

Thinking of one of the world’s great unsolved mysteries – hangers, erasers and small pieces of clothing would always somehow disappear, Jiang Yimiao muttered, “Forget it if I can’t find it, that one’s old too, and I have several sets of pajamas anyway.”

Zhao Shuming instantly breathed a sigh of relief as he pushed Jiang Yimiao to recline back to her position.

“Don’t think about it if you can’t find it, it might just pop up on its own one day.”

“You’re right.” Jiang Yimiao nodded.

After all, the world’s other great unsolved mystery – coat hangers, erasers, and small pieces of clothing would always reappear inexplicably.

Seeing her lie back down at ease, Zhao Shuming re-covered her with the quilt.

And he was now actually shamefully thinking that it seemed like that nightgown could belong to him forever.