The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

Sunrise and sunset, day and night cycle.

That night, Jiang Zhiyang sat on the floor, unable to fall asleep for a long time. He leaned over Qingjun's bedside, stretched out his fingers, and carefully traced every line on Qingjun's palm.

It's itchy, my palms are itchy, and my heart is itchy too.

The slender man tilted his head, casually resting it on the back of his outstretched hand, his sleeve slipping down to reveal his strong forearm.

He lowered his eyes, looking nonchalant, letting a few strands of his hair sway lazily across his chest. His light green collar was wide open, contrasting with his dark hair and making his well-defined collarbone particularly eye-catching.

Qingjun looked him up and down, and when she looked up again, she was met with his tender and gentle eyes. No, not tender and gentle, but rather like someone who had been spied on by a rogue, feeling wronged and angry.

What does this mean? She's being treated like a hooligan for no reason? Qingjun made a move to take a step back, but the man seized the opportunity and Jiang Zhiyang grabbed her hand, making her half-kneel and half-sit on the bed.

What does he want to do? He didn't say anything, but just stared into Qingjun's eyes, getting closer little by little, as if Qingjun already knew all his intentions.

Actually, they should have asked more clearly, expressed their feelings to each other first, obtained permission, and then let things fall into place naturally. No one could escape or renege on their promise. However, Jiang Zhiyang was afraid, afraid that Qingjun would not be able to give the answer he wanted.

So, we had no choice but to leave everything in a murky state.

Just get closer, that's enough. As long as you keep testing the boundaries and hold her tightly before Qingjun can react, perhaps she'll get used to it, get used to having him by her side, and then she won't be willing to drive him away.

Qingjun was unaware of these thoughts, but she did not resist such intimacy.

After all, for the god of life, this is neither strange nor immoral; rather, it is simply the instinct of life.

However, with a slight awkwardness, Qingjun stood frozen on the bed, letting Jiang Zhiyang slip into her bedding.

She turned around and looked at the man in front of her who had finally gotten what he wanted, and felt a surge of tenderness in her heart.

His eyes were misty and moist, his under-eye area was flushed, and his hair was disheveled, covering his burning red ears.

So cute...

"This mountain is deserted, and on this bed are only the two of us. Even if we indulge in pleasure, no one will know," he nodded slightly, then raised his eyes, revealing his harmless upper eyelids. "Even if... even if you want to renege on your promise tomorrow, as long as you refuse to admit it, I... I will have no way to defend myself."

Qingjun could never stand his pitiful appearance, but how could she possibly answer his question with such shamelessness? She could only make up an excuse, "No... how about we put out the candle first?"

Jiang Zhiyang shook his head, a shy smile playing on his lips, and slowly slipped into the blankets, handing Qingjun a small booklet.

By the light of the candle by the bedside, Qingjun took a closer look, and wow, love really does come in a thousand forms...

"This is my first time too, I don't know how. I can watch and learn later." His voice was muffled through the blanket, but Qingjun didn't have time to respond because the sudden skin-to-skin contact left her mind blank.

Jiang Zhiyang's tall body completely enveloped Qingjun. He leaned out and kissed Qingjun. Their soft lips met, and their hot breaths mingled together.

On their second kiss, Qingjun had already learned how. She controlled her breathing, opening her lips to respond to his sucking, but Jiang Zhiyang was too excited, and the two couldn't find a rhythm. They ended up breaking their breaths in their unrestrained touch.

Scalding hot, intensely hot, Qingjun closed her eyes, savoring the tender moment.

In the quiet of the night, the stingy and sensitive man finally received the favor of the gods.

……

Qingjun lay listlessly on the cushion, flipping through the small red-covered book with boredom. "Liar, where did I learn that?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhiyang chuckled softly. He turned to the side and embraced his lover, who had captured his heart.

"Qingjun, how about I marry into your family?" He looked up and saw the dim candlelight dancing on her charming profile.

"That way, you won't have to suffer with me, and you'll have family around you, enjoying a lively and joyful reunion. If you're willing, we can have a son and a daughter, ideally the son first and then the daughter, so the little sister will have an older brother to take care of her. I can draw kites for them, weave bamboo crickets, and make 'mohe' (a type of acrobatic toy).

"I can teach them basics, but later on I might need to hire a teacher, no, no, two, one to teach them literature and one to teach them martial arts. I need to ask Old Jiang to name them, and ask Aunt Dong to make them patchwork quilts..."

Qingjun smiled but remained silent. Only she knew that whether it was marrying into the family or getting married, it was all nonsense. She had no parents and would never have children.

However, listening to Jiang Zhiyang's vision, Qingjun also felt happy, as if such a family that warms and protects each other really existed.

"I will definitely become stronger and never let the family wear you down. You can do whatever you want—dance, travel, be like a young lady who has never left home. But I will never force you to have children. If you don't like children, then we won't have any, and we can spend the rest of our lives together, which will be fine too..."

Jiang Zhiyang's rambling fell into Qingjun's peaceful dream, into the quiet night, and into the fresh morning...