Chapter 125: Chapter 124: Be with me
Shi Yang gazed deeply into Zhao Meimei’s eyes, a surge of overwhelming emotion suddenly washing over him. In an instant, his usual calm and rational demeanor was shattered; without even thinking, he reached out to pinch Zhao Meimei’s chin and lowered his head to kiss her.
In the moment their lips met, he unhesitatingly pushed his tongue into Zhao Meimei’s mouth. As their lips and teeth entwined, his mind went blank, all sense and self-control completely vanishing, leaving only the tender sensation and a thrilling, intoxicating numbness coursing through him.
Shi Yang kissed with deep focus and sincerity, his beautiful eyes closed tightly, long lashes gently quivering with the motion. Their noses occasionally brushed softly against each other, and the intense impact and emotional stimulation caused Zhao Meimei’s entire body to start trembling involuntarily, with dizziness and a suppressed sense of fulfillment and longing.
Zhao Meimei was no longer a child; she had grown up, not only taller but also more mature mentally. She had never kissed anyone before nor experienced such a dizzying sensation. Now she was acutely aware, felt deeply, her Brother Yangyang was nibbling at her lips, and his tongue was attacking and conquering her mouth. This realization filled her with such joy that she forgot to breathe, left gasping like a fish out of water, surrendering to her Brother Yangyang’s fervent kisses and forceful sucking.
In the end, Shi Yang, moved to passion, exerted such force that Zhao Meimei was nearly overwhelmed, the air in her lungs completely depleted, her mouth filled with the unique scent that belonged solely to her Brother Yangyang. Everything around her faded away, leaving only her Brother Yangyang in sight.
That night, Zhao Meimei would remember forever—the beautiful and intoxicating experience of her first kiss, completely and fully giving away all the beautiful dreams of her girlhood.
After the kiss, Shi Yang moved his lips slightly away, gently licking her lips, then affectionately kissing her nose, eyes, and forehead. Finally, he whispered softly:
"Meimei, when you grow up, will you really marry me?"
"Will you let me take care of you for a lifetime?"
"Be with me, okay?"
Zhao Meimei, nearly breathless from excitement and confusion, could only stare dumbly at her Brother Yangyang with wide eyes. Fireworks bloomed rapidly in her mind, shattering all her thoughts.
She excitedly answered in a loud, almost declaration-like tone, "Okay."
Shi Yang suddenly laughed, a snort escaping as he spat out saliva, his beautiful eyes overflowing with happiness and joy. At that moment, he seemed to glow, dazzling Zhao Meimei with a mesmerizing brilliance, making all her senses enraptured by his smile, everything else fading away, leaving only the wild, pounding heartbeat, etching all the emotions of this moment into memory.
That night, Shi Yang’s family stayed until late, with Shi Yang accompanying Zhao Meimei in the bedroom. Once the thin veil that covered their intense emotions was pierced, what poured out was an overwhelming mix of excitement and sweetness.
Zhao Meimei thought she would be too excited to sleep, but as it turned out, when her brain was both intensely oxygen-deprived and overactive, she became exceptionally tired. She fell into a deep and sweet slumber almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, sleeping soundly without dreams all night.
As Zhao Meimei and her parents queued to check their tickets, she received a message from her Brother Yangyang: Safe travels, and remember to send a message when you arrive.
After reading it, Zhao Meimei quickly replied: Got it, Brother, you have to remember to think of me.
After successfully sending the message, she carefully put away her phone, grinning foolishly for quite a while.
Ever since Zhao Meimei was a child, she had only taken the train twice, and the memories were almost blurred from earlier trips to her grandmother’s house. The most stark memory she had was the only time she traveled alone to the provincial city by long-distance bus, but even then, she was too nervous to experience much travel excitement.
She sat quietly in her seat, peering out at the snow-covered, barren fields, distant high mountains, and occasional pedestrians on country roads.
Her father remained silent the entire way, his gaze also fixed on the outside scenery, his expression barely concealing his grief.
Liu Xiue felt a knot in her heart but dared not show it, afraid that any emotional reveal might accidentally trigger Zhao Dazhuang’s fragile and sensitive mood at the time.
Zhao Meimei could not understand her parents’ feelings; she secretly immersed in the sweetness of her first love, reliving that wonderful night repeatedly.
She took moments when her parents weren’t paying attention to scan through her inbox, rereading messages from the last one to the first, reminiscing about all the emotions she felt at that time, which were endlessly gratifying.
This wasn’t the first time Zhao Meimei went back to her grandmother’s house; counting it would be the third. In her memories, her grandmother’s house was a lively large family.
Upon entering, many people would greet her warmly, three aunts, two uncles-in-law, back when her third aunt wasn’t married yet. Her eldest aunt’s family only had a younger sister, and now there’s a younger brother added. Both her second and third aunt’s families also had children.
Her grandmother’s house was in an old residential area, with dark red bricks exposed outside the building. Thick and thin wires were hung everywhere in the community, with many households living on one floor, sharing kitchens and toilets, making it crowded, lively, and fun.
In her memory, her grandmother’s house was an interesting place, with tasty food and fun things, with a lot of stuff she had never seen or heard of before, and the lifestyle and language differences between the North and South were all extremely wonderful memories for Zhao Meimei.
So when she stepped through the community gate again, a sense of doubt suddenly crept into her mind about her past memories.
The dilapidated buildings, noisy environment, short stairs, narrow corridors, even the warm smiling faces were gone.
Reality did not give Zhao Meimei the time to feel disappointed; she, along with her parents, hurried back to her grandmother’s house to drop off luggage and quickly took a taxi to the hospital.
When Zhao Meimei saw her frail and aged grandmother lying in the hospital bed, she was momentarily dazed, finding the person before her extremely unfamiliar. In her impression, her grandmother was a smiling, kind, and gentle old lady. Yet the current sight of her looked so wan and weak it was alarming.
Upon seeing his mother, Zhao Dazhuang dropped to his knees at the bedside with a thud, tears streaming down like rain.
This was the first time in Zhao Meimei’s memory, besides when Grandma Zhao passed away, that her father ever cried.