Chapter 209

Su Mian couldn't catch her breath, as she weakly struggled, the lace mat on the sofa was kicked off by her foot, and the remote control also slid down.

She was kissed until her body leaned back, she fell to one side of the sofa, her head on a soft pillow, the sofa could easily accommodate her.

But when Si Shi managed to prop himself up, the sofa collapsed again.

Su Mian braced her foot against Si Shi's thigh, "Answer my question first."

……

Si Shi lowered his gaze, holding the girl onto his lap.

"It's not a punishment for you, I just……"

He hesitated, then said, "I just don't dare to think, what would happen if I came one step later."

Su Mian pressed her lips, "But you've arrived in time, don't think about things that didn't happen, I'm right here in front of you, aren't I?"

She opened her arms, Si Shi rushed over and tightly hugged her, his veins-bulging hands crumpled the girl's shirt.

"I don't want to lose you; I haven't seen you for so long, so I want you to stay by my side, only seeing me, only accompanying me."

"But it won't be too long, really."

Su Mian didn't know what expression to make upon hearing that; she had thought of many reasons, but never this one.

In the past, she always thought she couldn't live without Si Shi, but now it seems Si Shi can't live without her.

Clearly they have already met, yet life is still so long.

But when Si Shi desperately crawled out from another place, the first thing he saw was her struggling in a dying state.

This image might linger in his mind for a long time, possibly becoming a lifelong shadow.

The way to vent all this was merely to trick her into staying here as a test subject, even leaving the door unlocked—Su Mian could leave if she wanted.

She knew everything, yet still said nothing.

Such trauma cannot be soothed with just a few words, just like she once was; but she will do her best to heal him, just as she once healed herself.

Let Si Shi gradually come out; if one month doesn't work, then a year; if a year doesn't work, then two years; if two years don't work, then a lifetime.

Anyway, she will stay with him, never leaving.

Su Mian hooked her leg around Si Shi's thigh, kissed his eyelids, then moved down, her rosy lips meeting his Adam's apple.

The man's breathing quickly changed; she was pressed onto the pillow again, Su Mian stretched her spine, a posture of complete trust.

Added to that, a more realistic hormone scent than in the instance surged, leaving her unable to resist.

A 1.9-meter-tall stature tightly enveloped her in his embrace, giving her no chance to catch her breath; Si Shi unbuttoned his shirt and pressed his large palm against her scorching skin.

This period of laziness has already made Su Mian gain a little weight; she looked displeased as Si Shi pressed on her small belly.

The man finally showed a smile, his forehead resting against her collarbone; Su Mian shuddered, her whole body instantly going numb and hot.

Her hand accidentally hit the remote, switching the channel in an instant.

The television was playing the Spring Festival Gala footage, the host holding a greeting card, smiling.

Music mingled with the sounds of gongs and drums, flutes, and yangqin, joyous and exuberant.

Su Mian doesn't like holidays, nor does she watch the Spring Festival Gala much; but when the TV screen lit up, it made her already flushed face look even more radiant.

At the height of passion, they both paused; in this atmosphere, it really made one feel sheepish.

Si Shi laughed first; Su Mian kicked him with her foot, telling him to turn off the TV.

For the first time, Si Shi didn't heed Su Mian's words; instead, seeing the girl's embarrassed face, he felt like teasing her further.

Watching the girl sink into the pillow, dazed and helpless, fine sweat beading on her forehead, her voice rising and falling, whispering softly.

Like a little cat, even when she reached climax, she wouldn't cry out loudly, otherwise she'd feel embarrassed.

However, under someone's guidance, the little cat became obviously more uninhibited in this regard.

The orange-hued sky had already darkened, from the opening act to various skits, from traditional martial arts to public service ads, from magic performances to 'Unforgettable Tonight.'

Su Mian didn't miss a single program this year, yet she hadn't heard any of it; when she realized how much time had passed, the outside window suddenly burst with a loud bang.

Immediately after, a continuous series of earth-shaking fireworks sounds erupted, densely filling the night sky.

Light and shadow filtered through the curtain gaps into the room, flickering on and off like a heartbeat, beat after beat.

He lowered his head and kissed her.

Light and shadow danced upon their overlapping shadows—red, gold, white—flashing in an instant.

"Mian Mian, happy new year."

Su Mian no longer had the strength to answer him.

Qin Zheng yawned, turned off the Spring Festival Gala that had been played who knows how many times; these past days, relatives had left.

The table was full of open red envelopes, candy, small oranges, peanut and melon seeds; yet it somehow gave her a hint of melancholy.

Ah, after the year she'd have to go back to work, her vacation days were gone again.

Qin Zheng gazed at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, tears welling up; with the hand doing her nails, she pretended to wipe them, then saw a figure with hands in pockets stride briskly from the corner of the room to the doorway.

"Mian Mian, off to play Script Murder Game again?"

Su Mian took the pink scarf placed by the shoe cabinet, wrapped it around her neck, her fingers paused, she softly hummed an 'uh', then quickly went out the door.

Su Huai Shan had just finished washing the dishes and came out of the kitchen, 'Hey, this kid, why are you running out again?'

"Going to play Script Murder Game, what else could you do?"

Su Huai Shan, however, looked doubtful, sat beside Qin Zheng and put an arm around her, 'I actually think Mian Mian won't be dating anymore.'

Qin Zheng's hand, which had been peeling an orange, stopped; the two locked eyes, then rushed to the balcony, leaning on the railing to look down.

Just as they steadied themselves, they heard an engine sound from outside the compound, followed by a black administrative flagship driving in.

But it wasn't the usual new luxury car seen on the market; the hub and the chrome trim on the body's edges bore the refinement of old-fashioned craftsmanship, clearly not an ordinary product.

Qin Zheng used her elbow to hard jab Su Huai Shan beside her, lowered her voice and leaned over: "You love buying cars the most, can you tell what brand this is?."

Su Huai Shan's eyes had already gone blank, his mouth hung open for a long time, not a single word came out.

He's been in the car scene for years, seeing plenty of antique limited editions and out‑of‑print collector's models, but the car before him is a brand he's only ever seen in foreign collector‑museum documentaries—long out of production for decades.

Worldwide, only a handful exist; each is locked in a collector's garage like a sacred relic—driving it is out of the question, and even touching it is considered a luxury.

He'd completely forgotten why he'd come to peek; Su Huai Shan whipped out his phone, impatient to go meet this discerning "collector."

He'd barely lifted his foot for a half‑step when Qin Zheng seized his wrist in a vise‑like grip; the man in the car had already gotten out.

The Su family of three lives in a low‑rise residential area, surrounded by low‑rise buildings and neatly trimmed greenery. Although they meet at the community entrance, anyone upstairs can still see them clearly.