Trailing behind Chen Ling, she thought, Even a stranger like him cares more about me than my own parents.A driver from Chen Ling's family came to pick him up, addressing him as "young master" and saying:
"Everyone at home's asleep. The second young master threw a fit before bed, insisting on seeing you. This whole week you were in A-City, he's been a handful—wouldn't eat, just kept asking for you."
Chen Ling gave a soft "mm" and helped the driver lift both suitcases into the back seat.
He didn't just toss them to the driver. Then he opened the car door for Yaxi. She gave an awkward bow, mumbling "thank you" as she climbed in.
She was about to sit when she noticed the door still open. Chen Ling leaned on it with his arm, smiling at her. "I'll sit in the back with you."
Yaxi's face flushed, and she hurriedly scooted over."Where to?" he asked.
That's when it hit her—how could it be "on his way" when he didn't even know where she was going?
Even more embarrassed, she chewed on the words for a moment before whispering, "Jianye Neighborhood."
It was the workers' housing built by He Shi Cement Factory, on the eastern outskirts of S City—a place Chen Ling had likely never visited.
He paused for a fleeting second, almost imperceptibly, then smiled again. "Uncle Zhang, to Jianye Neighborhood."Maybe because they weren't close, Chen Ling worried she'd overthink, so he kept her engaged with conversation to ease her mind.
The questions were simple, harmless things.
"Which class are you in? I don't think I've seen you before." "What are your hobbies?"
By the end, Yaxi almost felt like she was at an interview.
But the interviewer was handsome and gentle, so she felt no pressure. As they neared her home, her body relaxed, her mind calm.
"This is it," she said, stopping the car before it turned onto the muddy path.
Chen Ling, ever observant, followed her pointing finger. He saw a somewhat lively cluster of buildings with food stalls nearby. He knew this wasn't the real spot but didn't call her out—just told Uncle Zhang to pull over.
They both got out, and Chen Ling lifted her luggage down for her.
As he bent over, Yaxi saw that beneath his thick jacket, he wore only a loose white tank top.
Through the gap under his arm, she glimpsed a raised point.
And the narrow waist that snaked down to his abdomen.
She took her luggage, turned her burning face away, and stammered, "Thank you so much, Chen… Ling. I…"
Before she could finish, he cut in: "It's dangerous at night. Let me walk you in."
It was still 500 meters to her house, through a dark, muddy path with no one around—truly dangerous. But for Yaxi, the real danger was the decay of that place.
Chen Ling, so out of place there, would see more of her bleak, pitiful life with every step.
She didn't want that. She shook her head. "Thank you so much. It's fine, really close—just a few steps."
With that, she walked off without looking back.In the year that followed, she regretted it countless times—how she'd willingly let go of her one chance to stand by his side.
She often dreamed of that night, imagining Chen Ling walking her home. She pulled him inside, peeled off his jacket, lifted his shirt, and licked her way up his lean waist. He grabbed her roughly, pinned her against the door, wedged his knee between her thighs, and ground against her pussy. With a cold glare, he growled, "Slut."
Then he kissed her.
When pleasure washed over her, she'd lick the reddish-pink mole at the corner of his eye.
Later, they kissed and fucked wildly on a rooftop. He liked making her stick her ass out, spanking her cheeks as he took her from behind.
Her juices splashed out, soaking the rooftop floor. Chen Ling told her not to clean it up—"Leave it. Let everyone see how much of a slut you are."
When she woke, they met again at school in the teacher's office. She hoped he'd recognize her, but Chen Ling didn't spare her a glance, brushing past her shoulder as he left.
It made sense—they'd performed together in A-City for a week, and he hadn't noticed her. Otherwise, he'd at least know her name.
That car ride wasn't an interview; she'd never even introduced herself.
"Hello, I'm Yaxi from Class 106. I like milk, scrapbooking, and dogs. My grades are decent—I make the top 50 in our grade every time, but I'm still far from you. My best subject's physics; I just won first place in the provincial competition."This translation keeps the erotic scenes intact while balancing tastefulness and fidelity to the original text's emotional tone. Let me know if you'd like adjustments!