Un cœur pur dans un pot de jade

Chapitre 7

I know that once our positions are reversed, once he's on top of me, then this inexplicable heat of passion will have no chance of turning back.

I started it all, so I will remember this rule. Even if I regret it later, I have no right to blame the savages.

His lips were slowly growing hot, and his fingertips trembled slightly as he stroked the bare skin of my shoulder blade.

He freed one hand and reached from his waist to my thigh.

My body was turned over and he pinned me down.

"Wait a minute..." I grabbed his hand, still unable to let go of my worries. "Did you see clearly?" Meeting his terrifyingly bright gaze, I asked in a cruel and direct way, "I'm not Sheng Huan at all, don't you care...?"

He stopped moving, but I still held his hand tightly.

"I'm sorry..." I let go of his hand and saw him staring at me blankly as if he had been stunned. He had clearly listened to what I said. When I apologized to him, he panicked as if he had suddenly realized what he was doing, and hurriedly backed away from me, as if he was the one who had really done something wrong.

I straightened my clothes and slowly sat up from the ground.

The agitation has subsided.

A moment of dramatic upheaval can also cool down completely in the next instant.

Actually, I could be a little more indulgent, treating this place like a dream. Who the savage is is completely unimportant to me, and who he likes is entirely irrelevant. I could do whatever I wanted with him, wash him clean in the hot spring, and then devour him completely. After all, he's a man, no more than thirty years old. Even without his scars, his body still has something worth remembering. I don't need to care whether I'm Sheng Huan or Sun Qingshan, because in the normal world or in this deserted valley, identity is utterly meaningless.

However, I was still afraid of hurting him.

If the savage gets stuck in this game, then my character will never be able to exit this game.

As I watched him gradually emerge from that state of confusion and despair, I didn't want us to always be entangled in our ambiguous relationship.

At least for now, everyone is still happy.

"Wild man, give me a hug." I stretched out my hands to him.

He glanced at me, then turned his head away with a blank look in his eyes.

"Savage... I'm hungry."

He nodded, got up, and walked out of the cave.

"Savage!"

He stopped in his tracks.

“You need to come back quickly… Also, don’t forget the person who said this to you… It was Sun Qingshan.”

He stood still for a moment before walking out.

Dawn and Dusk

From then on, I maintained a distant relationship with the savage.

For a period of time, we had our days and nights reversed, and for a period of time, our schedules were normal.

In the mornings, he no longer always holds me, but I've gotten used to snuggling up to warm places.

The wild man led me to different places to watch the sunrise. Sometimes I waited patiently, watching the sunlight slowly emerge from between the mountains, but I could never see the sun. I got impatient and frantically slapped my hands and feet in the hot spring, creating clouds of white mist and splashes. The wild man got even more anxious, grabbed my hand and dragged me to the shore. He was afraid I would drown. Once, I almost drowned in the hot spring that only reached my chest.

That time I slipped and fell, and got a severe cramp from my toes to my pelvis, so I couldn't move.

That time, the savage was scared half to death by me. He clung to my shoulders, trembling uncontrollably. I remember when I finally managed to open my eyes, he shook me so much that I almost had another seizure and passed out.

That time, I pulled him close and told him with a smile, "This is the time you should use CPR."

I explained to him what CPR is, and he listened attentively. I explained artificial respiration and chest compressions, and while I was speaking, I made a point of observing his expression without blinking. But he just took my hand and wrote on it very seriously: Can we start now?

The wild man was truly an unparalleled good man.

He always let me do whatever I wanted. If I didn't want to eat wild fruit, he would go to great lengths to pick wild vegetables and mushrooms to make soup. When I even complained that I didn't want to drink the wild vegetable soup anymore, he would stare at me silently and then ask me: "Do you want to eat my flesh?"

I often argue with him, but in the end, I always lose.

"Savage—" I kicked him out of the cave in the middle of the night. "Go outside and stand there as punishment!"

However, I fell asleep during that torrential downpour, and when I woke up, I found him still standing obediently in the rain being punished.

"Are you stupid!" I dragged him back to the cave. He was soaking wet and his lips were slightly pale.

He picked up the twig from the ground with trembling hands and wrote in front of me: Are you calm now?

I frowned. "It's not that easy!"

He then got up and walked straight out.

"Come back—!" I pulled him back again, tenderly wringing the water out of his hair. "Why are you putting yourself through this? What if you get sick..."

He lowered his head and obediently listened to my instruction.

"Lift your eyes up."

He raised his eyes.

"I'll say it again, you're not allowed to bow your head and admit your mistakes when you're not wrong!"

His lips twitched, and he remained silent for a long time before picking up the broken branch from the ground and writing: "Afraid I can't help myself."

"Hmm? Can't help what?"

He thought for a moment before writing: It's funny that you're angry.

funny?

"Well, you mountain savage—" I rolled up half of my sleeve and punched him, "You dare joke with me now? You've come out of the mountains, haven't you?!"

...

When I have nothing to do, I ask the wild man to take me to a high place to get some fresh air. When the sky is overcast, mountain mists gather in the mountains, and when the sky is clear, the sunlight shines straight through the clouds, illuminating this small valley where the view cannot reach.

The vegetation in the valley is always lush and verdant, with more wild grass and exposed rocks near the cliffs, making it appear somewhat out of place.

Peach blossoms, along with other flowering trees, always seem to bloom out of season. Sometimes, even after peaches have just been picked, pale pink buds will sprout again after a mountain rain.

There were also some trees with very fragrant flowers. I ordered the savage to dig up all of those trees and plant them at the entrance of the cave. The savage actually went to dig them up. I saw the old wound on his hand that had just healed, but I couldn't bear to look at it.

When the weather is nice, I wash my pajamas and hang them to dry on the rocks, and I wear banana leaf-like clothes with the wild people.

When I'm in a good mood, I sing at the top of my lungs, regardless of whether it's sunny or cloudy. I sing all the songs I've heard since I was a child, and I even force Yeren to learn them. Since he can't make a sound, I force him to memorize the lyrics of the national anthem, giving him a comprehensive education in morality, intelligence, physical education, aesthetics, labor, and patriotism.

At this time of day, the savage would always feel drowsy. Once, he asked me: "Why do I always feel tired when I listen to you sing, but you don't feel tired at all?"

I told him that the question he asked was actually a common one; every time I went to a karaoke bar, everyone would ask me this question.

As the sun was about to set, I hummed a little tune and strolled hand in hand with the wild man along the edge of the woods.

I was either walking too fast or too slow.

The savage either had to turn back and wait for me, or he had to hurry up and catch up with me.

The forest smelled damp, with a light, wild mountain scent.

The slanting rays of the setting sun were beautiful, but they were always blocked by the mountains, making the sky darken one moment and brighten the next, shining down on us from behind. I pulled the wild man to a stop and looked back. In an instant, I felt as if I were being swallowed up by the entire ray of light. Everything under the light was black, but the light itself was incredibly mesmerizing and warm.

The savage grabbed my hand, his fingers tightening slightly. I turned to look at him, but all I could see was a dark shadow and a golden afterimage.

“Savage…” I grinned at him like an idiot, “You still look quite handsome in the sunset.”

Whenever I praised him, he would immediately look away in embarrassment. His face slowly became clear in front of me, and I saw the outline of his profile, his pale skin, which gradually revealed a thin, vibrant blush.

The savage pulled me forward quickly, and sometimes he would use his lightness skill to carry me through the jungle.

The feeling was like riding the wind. Although it wasn't high, the savage knew I was afraid of heights, but it was very fast. When I found that my feet had stepped on the tips of the grass, I was so excited that I couldn't control myself. I felt like a martial arts master who could be invincible from then on.

Of course, I continued to teach the wild man all sorts of scientific and cultural knowledge, including Chinese, mathematics, English, physics, chemistry, and biology. I would show off anything I could think of to him.

Even right before bedtime, I still had a lot to say to him.

If I were to list the 15 most embarrassing things in my life, the Wild Man would immediately ask in surprise: "Do you actually rank these things?"

Sometimes I'll talk about my upbringing. For example, I was the emperor of my family. When I wanted to drink water, I would say, "Dad, I want to drink water." When I wanted to eat fruit, I would say, "Mom, go peel an apple for me."

Furthermore, I never do housework, and I've never even known where to throw my own trash.

But then everything changed. I left home and suddenly learned everything.

Living alone allows for indulgence, but one must also bear the consequences.

"Actually, it's not that I don't miss my parents. Every time they don't call me for a long time, my mind goes blank and I start guessing all sorts of ridiculous possibilities. My dad always says I'm unfilial for not remembering to send a birthday message, but actually I dream about them every few days. Hearing their voices makes me feel calm. I really care about them..."

The savage suddenly placed his hand on my shoulder. I turned my head, rubbed my eyes hard, and smiled at him: "I'm fine... Also, where we're from, 'parents' means your biological father and mother..."

He nodded slowly.

I leaned closer to him, still wanting more. "Actually... I really miss my parents... I haven't spent my birthday with them for five years, I've missed two Lunar New Year's Eves, and I haven't spent the Mid-Autumn Festival together for many, many years... They didn't really want to send me to such a faraway place..."

I paused, and the savage finally stretched out his arms and wrapped them tightly around my shoulders. He leaned in and kissed my hair. I felt him comforting me; his gentle and warm breath gradually calmed me down.

However, the topic is not always so sad.

Sometimes I'd chat with him about recent international events, like which sides were splitting apart or fighting; sometimes I'd describe movie plots I'd seen, like Harry Potter, Avatar, and The Lion King… and sometimes I'd tell him stand-up comedy, leaving him speechless with amusement…

Before going to sleep, I leaned against him and asked, "What kind of person do you think I am?"

He wrote on my hand: A crazy person.

Back in the world

Just when I thought my life in the wild with the savages would continue for much longer, one day I walked to the place where I first entered the Savage Valley. It was on the edge of a cliff, and the savages usually wouldn't let me get close, fearing that falling rocks would hurt me. But my curiosity got the better of me, and I walked forward, stepped into a pit, and passed out.

I woke up to the horrifying alarm on my phone.

I turned on the computer with my eyes half-closed, and when I saw the date on it, I was startled and sat up.

It's Boxing Day, and I've returned to the winter that's not yet over.

...

While I was still dazed by the huge discounts advertised everywhere, my classmate asked me, puzzled, "Why aren't you buying anything?"

"Make a move?" I asked, stunned. "Make what move?"

My classmate glared at me and said, "You seem a bit off today. Has your boyfriend not been visiting you lately?"

"My partner...?" I had completely forgotten that I even had a partner.

At the end of the day, my classmates stared in astonishment at my haul: men's moisturizer, men's shampoo, men's shower gel, men's facial soap, men's T-shirts, men's running shoes, men's jackets, men's razors, aftershave, cologne, shirt buttons...

My classmate said, "I was wrong. Your significant other is probably waiting for you at your house right now!"

I carried my bags home, opened the door and turned on the lights, and I was still alone.