Chapter 24. She Had To Be Killed.

Chen Jiashu had to take the car in the afternoon and would be very tired, so there was no sex this morning. Chen Du pressed her and kissed her again and again. The desk, the bed, and the floor, they were entwined in every corner of the room. He learned to use it and ate a whole box of Pocky with her.

  

Seeing his face coming over again, Chen Jiashu impatiently slapped it away, leaning into his arms and panting, “Kissing, kissing, doing nothing but kissing. Aren’t you tired of it?”

  

No, how could I get tired of it? Chen Du thought to himself as he held her a little tighter, his chin resting on the top of her head, “When are you leaving?” Advertisements

  

“When I wake up at noon.”

  

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“Ps usw byhl xwnb zwttytl?”

  

“Rv’p sjyu.”

  

“R’zz blzr usw nyaau kv shla.”

  

“Gde obyv okzz usw vlzz uswa xsvbla obld usw tlv cynj? Mbyv usw oldv vs rzyu cyzz okvb uswa nzyppxyvlp ytykd?” Ubld Kkypbw tyhl bkx y zssj, dsv oydvkdt vs zywtb.

  

Chen Du pondered for a moment and nodded rather seriously, “It’s not impossible.” He had many friends, so he could just say hello in advance. Advertisements

  

“Can you stop,” Chen Jiashu’s finger flicked his head not too lightly, “Don’t look for trouble. If you tell so many lies, one day you will know how great it is when you flip the car.”

  

She had been with him from the hazy morning until the sun rose. She tilted her head tiredly. She grabbed the nightgown at the foot of the bed, her underwear, and got out of bed. She stood by the bed, put on her underwear, and shook the wrinkled nightgown.

  

She stopped halfway through, remembering that she had to leave today. She lifted up the hem of the gown and took it off again. She went around to the other side of the bed and pulled open the wardrobe to look for clothes.

  

She bent over with her back to Chen Du. Her snow-white back was curved into a soft, slender curve. Her waist was so thin that it was almost impossible to hold it, making the curves of her not-so-large pair of blessed br*asts voluminous. Wearing only her underwear and socks, her plump lower body was wrapped in a triangle of fabric, pinching out a line on the hips that were exposed beneath the pair of waist dimples and the two long, tender legs beneath her white underwear.

  

When standing, her legs were always taut and straight, and her leg shape was beautiful; not pale and thin, but smooth and evenly distributed within her muscles. They were slender and strong, with the unique, voluminous lines of a dancer.

  

Chen Du sat at the head of the bed with a thin quilt around his waist, watching her brush out the hair pressed into her collar. He watched her tilt her head and toss it from side to side, her long hair falling softly and densely around her waist, satin-like, black, and shining with shimmering light. Her skin was white, and from his point of view, he could see the fine fluff on the edges of her hairline around her face. When it was illuminated by the sun, it gave a fluffy, girly feel. Advertisements

  

“Why do you always wear socks?” He looked at her feet.

  

Chen Jiashu had just put on a long aqua blue top and was pulling open the closet to find pants. Hearing this, she turned around, her eyelids blinking slowly up and down as she looked at him and said, “Because my feet are ugly.”

  

Her feet were not pretty. Years of supporting her body’s weight had squeezed the tips of her feet and deformed her toes. There were many new and old unhealable wounds. The skin on the backs of her feet was dry, and no amount of foot cream would help. Ballet was very beautiful, but ballet dancers were always scarred.

  

Chen Du took her hand, pulled her to the edge of the bed, and sat her down. He lifted her bare, white feet and slowly removed the socks from her ankles, exposing the backs of her feet and the scars on them to him. The bright, soft sunlight shone on the white instep of her feet.

  

Her feet seemed to be even whiter than her legs. They were covered in socks all year round. They were so soft that it seemed as if they had no bones, and the skin on the back of her feet was so thin that a needle would pierce through it. The blood vessels connected to the bones of the foot joints bulged strangely, and several of the toe joints were tied with band-aids. The skin on the soles of her feet was rough, and the soles of her feet were pressed with deep and shallow creases.

  

In fact, Chen Jiashu’s feet were originally very good-looking, and they were white and clean even after being so badly destroyed. The less crushed toes were round and beautiful. She paid great attention to maintenance and loved her beauty, even getting manicures. She had a lovely pink row of toes. If it weren’t for these cuts and bone deformities, she would definitely be running around in open-toed sandals every day. Advertisements

 

He leaned down and planted a kiss on the back of her foot with his lips, “Beautiful.”

  

The foot in his hand froze. Chen Jiashu’s eyes blinked up and down rapidly. Her eyelashes fluttered violently as she stared at him dead on. Her teeth clenched and the line of her jawbone was clearly imprinted on the sides of her face. Her cheeks twitched slightly, looking vulnerable and stubborn.

  

“Idiot.” She scolded him with red eyes and an expression on her face that didn’t know whether she was crying or laughing.

  

She threw that down and drew her foot back, quickly averting her gaze to turn her back on him. She slipped on her socks and went down to the floor, carrying and pulling out a pair of pants to put on haphazardly.

  

On the last day of vacation, Wen Yun and Chen Jinan also took a day off from work to stay home with their son.

  

The breakfast was very rich. They ordered morning tea from the chain store for delivery. A cage of shrimp dumplings and a cage of chicken claws were curling with fragrance, and three egg tarts were served on a delicate trifle plate with a freshly dripping strawberry in the middle. There was a serving in front of everyone. The table was full of delicacies as Chen Du dealt with his parents’ endless questions, but out of the corner of his eye, he drifted toward Chen Jiashu. She was her usual self, silent and mute, pretending not to exist if no one called out to her. Advertisements 

  

Chen Jiashu slowly sipped her Juhua tea and ate a shrimp dumpling in small bites, somewhat absent-mindedly. Wen Yun was a resolute woman and disliked her slow and decadent young lady style of eating, but there was one advantage to her slow eating; she just happened to wash everyone’s bowls.

  

While Wen Yun finished eating and turned around, Chen Jiashu quickly pushed the bowl of skinny egg congee in front of Chen Du. She pouted at him, wrinkled her nose, and mouthed the word “stinky” to him.

  

Many people loved to eat preserved eggs, but there were also many people who didn’t like to eat them. Chen Jiashu was a typical one who didn’t like to eat them. She was sensitive to smell, and when she smelled the congee, she suffocated, even if it was chopped up and boiled with shredded rice to make congee. When Wen Yun looked at her, she was even more upset. She always felt that this old demon woman had deliberately ordered the congee to disgust her. What kind of egg tart was it?

  

Chen Du glanced towards the kitchen, picked up her bowl, and drank it, the knot in his throat rising and falling with the swallowing motion. In less than half a minute, he finished the porridge and put the bowl back by Chen Jiashu.

  

Chen Jiashu smiled at him, bold enough to pick up a strawberry from the plate. She nuzzled the leafy stalk and brought it across the table to his mouth with her hand.

  

Wen Yun was washing her hands in the kitchen, and Chen Jinan was sitting aside on the sofa reading the newspaper. Chen Du’s chest trembled, and he lowered his head and quickly ate the strawberry in his mouth.

  

He bit into it in a hurry and didn’t bite all of it, leaving a small piece of the strawberry there. The sound of the water in the kitchen stopped at that moment, and Wen Yun was about to come out with her hands shaking.

  

Chen Jiashu withdrew her hand. When Wen Yun turned around, she looked natural and ate the remaining half of the strawberry, licking the corner of her mouth. Her soft and tender tongue darted out and waved in front of his eyes.

  

“…… Mum,” Chen Du stood up, cheeks unnaturally slightly red, “I’ll go up and read for a while.” He picked up the milk on the table, took a long stride up the steps, and left in three strides.

  

“Going upstairs again,” Wen Yun grumbled, “I told you to go out less, not stay upstairs every day. What’s so fun about staying in your room all day?”

  

Chen Jiashu finished her cup of Juhua tea and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes as if nothing had happened.

  

They also ate lunch at home. They specially invited a chef to cook Yangzhou [1] dishes. They also ordered a cake, and the top piece of the cake with the chocolate greeting card was cut for Chen Du. It was his birthday shortly afterward, but as school was in session that day, they took advantage of the National Day holiday to spend it early at home.

  

This brand of cake was of very good quality, and the price was also very good. Chen Du had always ordered this cake for his birthday in the past, but today he could not eat it. He always thought of the sweet and fragrant pocky that melted in his mouth in the morning.

  

Chen Jiashu would not touch such things as cakes, but oil was absolutely forbidden to her. She herself did not like to eat oily, sweet foods, and her intestines were used to eating bitter foods; they didn’t easily accept fat.

  

Wen Yun was usually mean, but when it came to her son’s birthday, she didn’t want to make the atmosphere awkward, so she sliced a full piece of cake and gave it to Chen Jiashu on a plate.

  

The cake was covered with oil. It was sweet and fluffy, and a beautiful sight to behold.

  

“Jiashu is usually out of town, and every year Xiao Du doesn’t have time to come back for his birthday, so it’s a rare occasion that we’re all together today.”

  

Chen Du subconsciously frowned and said, “Mom ……”

  

“Thanks.”

  

Chen Jiashu smiled and glanced at him to press his words. She lowered her head and just ate. A plate of cake was not a plate of poison, and it would do no one any good to spoil the fun at this time.

  

She took a small plastic fork and finished the entire plate bit by bit. She swallowed hard, wiped her mouth with a tissue when she was done, and didn’t move her chopsticks much for lunch afterwards.

  

Chen Jiashu left before the evening, silently. Chen Du was still holding her for a nap at noon, but when he woke up, he saw an empty pillow. He went to her room and saw that the table was clean. The quilt and pillow were flat, and the suitcase that was placed at the door was also gone, so he knew she went back to school.

  

He stood in her room for a moment, as if still a little awake. He slipped on his slippers and went to the bathroom. When he took off his underwear, his face was instantly astonished.

  

There was a lipstick mark on the underside of his hip, where it joined his pubic bone.

  

The lipstick mark was bright red and full, rooted brightly in the deep darkness of the pyramid, like a thick and erotic mark.

  

His d*ck became erect almost immediately, bucking and choking vaguely in mid-air.

  

Chen Du stood frozen by the toilet for almost a minute, his eyes shifting. He hadn’t seen her with make-up yet. What did she look like with lipstick? The lips themselves were already beautiful. The upper and lower petals were full and red. When reading and writing, they unconsciously pouted up a little. When making love, they had to hold back from making a sound, so they would cover their mouths with their hands, or bite their lips to death. He would press their lips together, biting the lower lip pale with dark red bleeding teeth marks in the middle. Then, in the afterglow of the orga*m, he took it into his mouth to lick back and forth.

  

Goblin.

  

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes in disbelief. The knuckles of his fingers pressed against the wall turned white, and the veins on the back of his hand rippled.

  

When he saw her back at school, he would have to f*ck her to death.

[1] A prefecture in Jiangsu, in East China.