classifiedscript Chapter 129 It would be better to be dead.
Chapter 129 It would be better to be dead.
Chapter 129 It would be better to be dead.
Lin Yourong walked quickly into the bedroom, her shyness and reserve evident in the blush on her ears.
Looking at the messy bedding, she began to tidy it up without thinking. Her slender fingers gently glided across the sheets, folding the quilt neatly.
After finishing, she had just rested with her hands on her hips when her mother-in-law called her precisely at eight o'clock.
"Hey, You Rong, are you and Yu Huan up yet?"
Lin Yourong keenly caught the smile in her mother's words. What did she mean by "Have you and Yu Huan gotten up yet?"
But then I thought about it again, and that wasn't far off...
She glanced back at the bedroom door instinctively, took a deep breath, and tried to make her voice sound natural: "Yes, Mom, we're already up. We're about to have breakfast."
"Okay, okay," the mother-in-law was clearly beaming on the other end of the phone, "I heard from your dad that you're rushing back to Shanghai at noon?"
Lin Yourong nodded: "The flight is at 10:20 a.m."
The mother-in-law hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Yourong, do you get your period around the middle of your month? Hmm, girls should take care of themselves, pay attention to hygiene, and take care of their health—"
"No—" Lin Yourong exclaimed in embarrassment and anger, "Mom, what are you saying!"
"Hehe, then I won't bother you two any longer. Yourong, I'll hang up now!"
Hearing the beeping sound from the phone receiver, Lin Yourong stomped her foot in embarrassment and anger. Turning around, she saw Yu Huan sneaking into the bedroom with her upper body exposed, looking curious.
Their eyes met, and Yu Huan immediately smiled: "Rongrong, what was your mother saying to you?"
"He didn't say anything!" Lin Yourong suddenly turned around.
Seeing that she was unwilling to talk, Yu Huan didn't ask any more questions and instead said, "You even folded the quilt! Rongrong, you are so virtuous!"
After Yu Huan finished praising her, he saw Lin Yourong standing there silently, seemingly unmoved by his compliments, and immediately scratched his head:
"Um, Rongrong, what kind of noodles do you want? I'll go get some to go!"
"I listen to you."
I heard Lin Yourong's soft voice.
After a moment's thought, Yu Huan said, "Braised beef with rice noodles?"
"Row."
“Then you wait at home for a while. After we finish eating, we’ll take a taxi to Delta to pick you up and drop you off at the airport. I can then conveniently go back to the county on my way.” Yu Huan said, observing her reaction as she spoke. “What do you think of this arrangement?”
"Listen to you."
Lin Yourong bent down and smoothed out the wrinkles at the corner of the bed. Her mother's words were still echoing in her mind.
What does it mean for girls to have more self-respect?
What does it mean to pay attention to hygiene?
She felt both ashamed and angry.
Nothing happened!
She didn't even get a hug or a kiss, even though she had mentally prepared herself for it!
Yu Huan was completely unaware that she had fallen into a dilemma between being a beast and being worse than a beast. After receiving the reply, she immediately went downstairs to buy breakfast.
After he left, Lin Yourong sat on the edge of the bed in a daze for a while, her thoughts in disarray, unable to sort them out for a moment.
She only snapped out of her daze when she heard the sound of the door lock turning outside.
Lin Yourong got up and moved to the living room.
Yu Huan walked in briskly, carrying two bowls of noodles stacked in a plastic bag.
"Thank you for your hard work~"
Composing herself, Lin Yourong smiled and went to greet Yu Huan, taking the plastic bag from her hand and carefully placing it on the coffee table.
Yu Huan moved a small stool to sit by the coffee table, and while unpacking the plastic bag, she joked, "Are you over your morning grumpiness?"
"What do you mean by morning grumpiness?" Lin Yourong looked at him with some confusion, not knowing what he was talking about.
"I just get inexplicably angry after waking up!"
Lin Yourong sat hunched over on the wooden sofa and whispered in defense, "I don't have morning grumpiness."
"Then why did you have such a long face before?"
Lin Yourong lowered her head and forced herself to make up an excuse: "Um...it might be because I'm not used to sleeping in a new bed, so I didn't sleep well."
"Now that you've known each other all night, you'll be able to sleep well next time you come, right?" Yu Huan teased, opening the lid of a bowl of rice noodles and pushing it in front of her.
Steaming hot, with a wonderful aroma.
"Well……"
Seeing him slurp up the noodles with great relish after he finished speaking, Lin Yourong couldn't help but start eating as well.
The rice noodles are smooth but not sticky, quite chewy, and have a very good texture.
Yu Huan felt it was normal for the Pure Love Warrior to be embarrassed to respond to his question. She swallowed the rice noodle in her mouth and asked instead, "Is it delicious?"
"Okay!" She tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear, revealing her beautiful profile.
After finishing their noodles at the coffee table, the two quickly got ready to leave.
After going downstairs.
Yu Huan carried a large bag of trash and threw it into the trash can at the back of the yard.
The two stood hand in hand on the roadside and hailed a taxi.
There wasn't much traffic on Saturday morning, so the experienced driver sped up and squeezed through traffic, arriving at Delta in just twenty minutes.
Due to time constraints, the two walked briskly towards the D1 parking lot.
Yu Huan glanced at Lin Yourong's white BMW 3 Series and teased, "Everyone in the village knows I'm dating a rich woman. If I drive this BMW back, they'll be so envious!"
Lin Yourong wasn't in a good mood throughout the journey. She was fully armed with sunglasses, a mask, and a hat.
A parking lot where no one was around.
Upon hearing this, he blurted out, "Is this how you hook up with rich women?"
"What's wrong?" Yu Huan scratched his head.
Are you angry again?
It feels a bit inexplicable!
Lin Yourong snorted, released his hand, and quickly walked to the passenger side door: "Open the door!"
"no--"
Yu Huan hurriedly stepped to Lin Yourong's side, placed his hands on her shoulders, and turned her towards him:
"Rongrong, just say what you mean! I feel that between two people, it's really important to be open and honest!"
Lin Yourong, who had been turning her head away from him, immediately turned back upon hearing this.
Even fully armed, she still found it difficult to speak, and whispered, "Do you like me?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Of course I like it!"
Lin Yourong turned her head to the side and murmured, "I'm going to Shanghai soon, why haven't you kissed me yet..."
"Huh?" Yu Huan was completely bewildered.
Did he hear it correctly?
The warrior of pure love is actually asking for a kiss?
For men, a kiss may just be a means to move on to the next step, but for women, a kiss and love are often closely linked.
Of course, this also depends on age. If people are middle-aged and no longer so affectionate, and are just living together, kissing no longer has the same meaning.
Lin Yourong's feelings at this moment were complicated and hard to describe; she had a bitter pill to swallow.
As a girl, she should naturally be more reserved and not be too proactive; she should resist a little. But couldn't this guy be a little more proactive? She's going to Shanghai; doesn't she feel any reluctance or sadness at all?
Yu Huan stared blankly at the sunglasses hanging under the brim of the hat, completely unable to guess what she was thinking.
He scratched his head.
Although he has a wealth of experience as a "simp," he has never had a serious relationship.
This involves his blind spots in knowledge.
Could it be that Lin Yourong's kissing instincts have been activated? Is this girl just asking for a kiss?
She's said everything. What more is there to say?
In the dimly lit parking lot, Yu Huan and Lin Yourong stood face to face, as if the whole world had shrunk to the tiny space beneath their feet.
Without further ado, Yu Huan stepped forward and gently pulled her mask down to the tip of her chin.
Even though she was wearing a hat and sunglasses, Yu Huan felt something was off, but looking at her rosy lips, it was as if she had applied a light layer of rouge.
The upper lip curves slightly upward, forming a perfect arc, always ready to display a charming smile.
The lower lip is full and soft, like a flower bud about to bloom.
Yu Huan got into the zone in no time.
Lin Yourong also raised her head slightly and pouted her lips, as if waiting for him to be kissed.
He slowly lowered his head.
His nose slowly approached her face.
Sudden.
A finger as thin as a scallion root pressed against his lips.
She gritted her teeth, a little shyly saying, "Don't move your tongue... I... I'm not ready yet..."
Yu Huan, who had just gotten into the zone, instantly snapped back to reality and couldn't help but mutter to himself: "So bad at the game, yet loves to play!"
He nodded silently and gently pressed his lips to hers.
Their lips touched.
The two embraced gently, their breaths mingling.
Amidst Lin Yourong's erratic breathing, a faint floral and fruity fragrance wafted from her lips, teeth, and nose.
Yu Huan felt a sudden itch in her heart.
Meanwhile, Yu Huan, whose spellcasting was interrupted by this simpleton, felt increasingly empty inside.
He quietly opened his hand behind Lin Yourong's shoulder.
A large hand silently descended, covering a breathtakingly round object.
I only stroked it slightly.
Lin Yourong let out a soft moan and collapsed into his arms.
Before Yu Huan could even fully appreciate it, he felt a light bite on his lip. Just as he was about to bite back, the hand covering his lip was suddenly pulled away.
"I knew you'd do something bad!" She quickly broke free from Yu Huan's embrace and hurriedly took a step back.
Even a small taste can be considered progress.
Her strong reaction, coupled with the fact that Yu Huan had discovered another neglected and barren area, made her chuckle and say, "You know I'm up to no good, yet you still want me to kiss you?"
"I'm willing!" Lin Yourong's voice trembled as she finished speaking, pulled up her mask, and turned her head away.
Even fully armed, they still fell into an ostrich mentality.
The more she thought about it, the more something was wrong.
I feel like I'm sexually frustrated...
Seeing this, Yu Huan stopped teasing her, got into the car, started the engine, and drove Lin Yourong to the airport.
Along the way, he tried to talk to Lin Yourong, but she just tilted her head and looked out the window, her responses were somewhat absent-minded and perfunctory.
Yu Huan drove onto the airport expressway, staring intently at the road ahead. The half-hour drive passed quickly in their silence.
Just as they entered the parking lot, Yu Huan suddenly heard a soft sob.
The sound made his heart tighten, and he hurriedly turned his head. He saw Lin Yourong huddled in her seat, facing the window, her head pressed against the window.
Her shoulders trembled slightly, as if she was trying her best to suppress her emotions.
What's wrong with this girl?
Cried?
Yu Huan felt a sudden panic and wobbled as he reversed into the parking space, narrowly avoiding scraping the vehicles on either side.
He quickly pulled the handbrake, then placed his hand on Lin Yourong's left shoulder and gently comforted her, "What's wrong? Did I make you angry again?"
Hearing this, Lin Yourong seemed to have found an outlet for her emotions and burst into tears: "I'm so tired... I'm having such a hard time..." Her voice was filled with endless grievances and helplessness. At this moment, she seemed to have released all her pent-up emotions.
Yu Huan was stunned: "Huh?"
My mind was completely blank, as if I were a monk trying to figure out what was going on.
It sounds like she's experienced some setback at work.
Lin Yourong took off her sunglasses, her eyes were filled with tears under her hat brim, her eyes were red, and tears slid down like broken beads, wetting her black cotton mask.
She burst into tears, her whole body trembling.
"Don't cry, don't cry." Yu Huan reached out helplessly and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand. However, under Lin Yourong's out-of-control emotions, it seemed to be of no use, and it felt like the more she wiped, the more tears she shed.
He hurriedly turned around to unbuckle his seatbelt, then turned back to put his arm around Lin Yourong, slowly turning her upper body, which was still wearing the seatbelt, to the side so that her head could rest on his shoulder.
"What's wrong with you?" Yu Huan asked anxiously.
Lin Yourong cried and said, "I told you long ago... I can't take care of both of us..."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan's heart sank. No wonder she felt something was off about this girl as soon as she woke up this morning.
Her voice was hoarse and weak: "Every day after I finish recording my songs, no matter how tired I am, I still want to come and see you. I'm just afraid that if we haven't seen each other for too long, you'll fall for someone else!"
"You should think of it this way," Yu Huan said softly with heartache, "Didn't you say you were going to take me to the Starry Sky Peak?"
Lin Yourong didn't respond to his words at all.
"I've never been in a relationship, and I can't find a balance between love and career. I can't manage it all with ease. I'm so tired..." she sobbed to herself. "I'm really too tired... I just want to be a good singer..."
what?
Every word felt like a needle piercing Yu Huan's heart.
Yu Huan's heart sank.
She couldn't be...
The worst thought had just begun to surface.
Lin Yourong burst into tears, her face streaked with tears: "But if I lose you, I'd rather die!"
"I won't fall in love with anyone else," Yu Huan said, holding her tightly.
He had already come to his senses.
They were in a long-distance relationship for the time being. Perhaps it was because of recording the album day and night, being busy every day, and accumulating fatigue over time. She was also starting to overthink things, and all sorts of trivial matters came crashing down on her.
Considering that she massaged her feet and trimmed her toenails last night, poured out the foot bath water and put away the laundry, and made the quilt as soon as she got up, she should have noticed that something was wrong.
Born with a silver spoon in her mouth and raised with the love and care of her whole family, she was a dazzling and popular female singer in the outside world, yet she was humble to the point of being in the dust.
Yu Huan couldn't help but feel guilty.
He grabbed a tissue from the armrest, wiped her eyes, took a deep breath, and shouted repeatedly, "I will always support you! I will always support you! I will always support you! I'll say it three times!"
The words fell.
Lin Yourong responded to him with increasingly loud crying.
Yu Huan felt a headache coming on and her heart skipped a beat. She said softly, "Can you please stop crying? My heart aches too."
"I'll be fine after crying for a while, I'll be fine after crying for a while..."
(End of this chapter)