The light was dim. The window was wide open, and the sea breeze blew in gusts. The night sky, as if washed by the sea water, was a pure and clean expanse of deep blue.
Chen Er stepped into the hotel room. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jiang Cong sitting on the carpet with his back against the edge of the bed. He propped his head on his elbow and his eyes were slightly closed, as if he was asleep.
As soon as Chen Er approached, a strong smell of alcohol assailed her nostrils. She crouched down in front of Jiang Cong. Seeing him frowning as if he was very uncomfortable, she softly asked, "Why did you drink so much?"
Hearing the sound, Jiang Cong half - opened his eyes, and Chen Er's face came into his view. Suddenly, he let out a self - mocking chuckle but didn't say a word.
There was a blush on his face. His lips were pale but stained with wine. Maybe it was the effect of the light, but his eyes sparkled, quite different from usual.
Chen Er hesitated for a moment. Just as she was about to help him up, suddenly a strong force pulled her in. The next moment, their lips met.
Maybe it was the alcohol that suddenly ignited his senses, or maybe it was the overly dim and ambiguous light. Jiang Cong kissed her fiercely, with a bit of aggression.
The taste of wine lingered between their lips and teeth. Chen Er closed her eyes and responded passionately. A tear slid down her face.
Chen Er was very thin. She felt a bit bony in his arms, but surprisingly, she had quite a nice bust. Before, it was hidden in her dress and in a slightly small bra, so it wasn't very obvious.
Desire came suddenly and intensely.
In the moment of half - resistance and half - compliance due to passion, what happened next became natural.
Sweat dripped from Jiang Cong's forehead.
The light was a slightly ambiguous warm yellow. There were moans that lasted until midnight in the room. The full - length mirror faintly showed Chen Er's bare and undulating shoulder blades.
The last memory before succumbing was Jiang Cong's sharp - featured side face and the words he said in her ear, seemingly casually but actually very heavy.
"I know everything."
At the age of nineteen, because she had met such a person.
So from then on, no matter who she met, she found them all dull and ordinary.
She couldn't forget him, and she couldn't fall in love with anyone else.