Peerless Beauty – Chapter 71

Love You

I really love you.

The living room is silent, so quiet that you can almost hear your own heartbeat.

Breaths intertwined, an electric current-like tingling sensation envelops the whole body, and Lu Yinxi subconsciously closes her eyes.

With eyes closed, vision is blocked, making touch and smell more distinct.

A crisp cold scent, warm breath, a barely noticeable dampness, and a softness like clouds.

So her lips are this soft…

Thoughts were occupied by this softness, and strong joy diluted some sadness.

With a heart full of love, Lu Yinxi wanted to express her feelings but didn’t know how to start speaking, nor did she dare to.

She could only gently rub her lips, responding to the kiss.

Her lips were icy cold, like in childhood winters when an icy leaf was plucked from the trees and sipped at the lips.

They only stayed together for a few seconds before separating.

It was still a peck like a dragonfly touching water.

A comforting kiss, without any hint of desire.

The grip on her chin was released, changing to gently pressing the back of her head.

Jian Qing leaned against Lu Yinxi’s forehead, nuzzling slightly, and softly asked, “What level is it now?”

Lu Yinxi opened her eyes, her freshly kissed red lips vividly bright, and murmured, “Level 4…”

Jian Qing silently gazed at her, using the pad of her left thumb to gently scrape Lu Yinxi’s full lower lip.

It was both ticklish and tingling.

Lu Yinxi couldn’t help but lightly peck her fingertip.

Jian Qing paused, her gaze soft like water, then lowered her head to gently touch Lu Yinxi’s forehead before standing up, averting her gaze, and faintly saying, “The rest is up to you.”

She went into the bedroom to shower again, while Lu Yinxi sat on the sofa, rubbing her eyes and quietly sorting through her emotions.

Sadness still lingered in her heart, and the comforting kiss only served to stop the tears.

She silently missed the little girl in the hospital.

She remembered their first meeting, in front of a wish wall at the hospital. She looked up at the sticky notes on the wall, then lowered her head to see Sangsang tugging at her clothes, timidly calling her “sister.”

She thought Sangsang had been abandoned and wanted to take her to the doctor’s office to find her family’s contact information.

She noticed Sangsang limping and squatted down to carry her, but Sangsang pulled up her pant leg, revealing a prosthesis, and said it was her new foot. She wanted to walk more because it had been a long time since she last walked.

Later, she drew pictures for Sangsang and explained cancer cells, surgery, radiotherapy, chemotherapy, and immunotherapy to her.

At that time, she had just arrived in this unfamiliar world, feeling fearful and uneasy, with nothing to do. It was her first time learning to help others, her first contact with patients, and the first time she realized that, after many years, returning to the medical environment still gave her a sense of value.

Sangsang was only 10 years old, yet already nearing the countdown of her life.

What was she doing at 10 years old?

Being a bit stubborn, resenting Gu Mingyu for not taking grandma to the doctor, worrying that Gu Mingyu would find her a new dad, watching cartoons on the children’s channel, and wishing there was less school homework…

In her childhood, she lost her father and suffered bullying; she thought her childhood was bleak enough, but in this world, some people cannot even complete a full childhood.

The more she thought, the harder it was to escape from her low, depressive mood, and Lu Yinxi sighed.

In that moment of sighing, she suddenly felt somewhat relieved

— no longer yearning for the cruel medical environment.

Maybe she really wasn’t suited for medicine; her sensitivity and fragility, her compassion for all, truly made being a doctor a disaster, one that would eventually destroy her.

Lu Yinxi returned to the bedroom, took her bathrobe, and went into the bathroom to take a hot shower.

After drying her hair, she applied hand cream and saw Jian Qing covered with her quilt, half-leaning against the headboard, calmly flipping through her sketchbook.

How…

Does she want to sleep together again…

Lu Yinxi looked at Jian Qing, moved to the bedside, feeling a bit surprised, yet she didn’t voice her question.

Jian Qing held the sketchbook, flipping through it, and asked, “Who are these sketches of?”

None of them were people she knew.

Lu Yinxi softly explained, “They are my mother, teacher, and friends.”

They are people from the real world. Initially, she feared that staying too long in this world would make her forget their faces, so she drew them to frequently look back and remember.

Jian Qing nodded, taking charge, and lifted the quilt: “Get in.”

Lu Yinxi obediently crawled in.

When it comes to sleeping together, the first time is unfamiliar, but the second time becomes familiar.

They didn’t lie down, but both leaned against the headboard, looking at Lu Yinxi’s sketchbook.

With a nostalgic tone, Lu Yinxi introduced each character in the sketchbook to Jian Qing.

“This is my mother. I look more like her, but I didn’t inherit her personality. My personality is more like my dad’s.”

“This is my master. He used to be an actor but later switched careers to become a director.”

……

As Jian Qing flipped through the pages, she listened with a slight frown, not saying a word.

Such an obvious display of emotion, Lu Yinxi naturally noticed and asked her, “What’s wrong? Is there something I didn’t draw well?”

Jian Qing closed the sketchbook and placed it on the bedside table, remaining silent.

Someone was missing.

In Lu Yinxi’s sketchbook, Jian Qing’s presence was absent.

Just like in her mother’s paintings, her presence was also absent.

Lu Yinxi squeezed Jian Qing’s palm and softly said, “Pay attention to me.”

Don’t always be so silent.

Jian Qing rubbed her head, her gaze somewhat tired: “Let’s sleep, I’m tired.”

Lu Yinxi hummed in response and pressed the switch by the bedhead a few times, turning the light to a dim yellow.

Jian Qing lives close to the hospital, and when there’s an emergency in the ward at night, the on-duty doctors like to call her over as a stabilizing force.

Like today, she worked at the hospital all day and was called again in the evening to help. Already physically and mentally exhausted, the first thing she does upon returning is to comfort herself.

Lu Yinxi held one of her arms and gently massaged it: “I’ll give you a massage.”

Jian Qing reached out and pulled her into an embrace: “Just sleeping together is enough.”

Truly sharing the bed and pillow.

Lying on one pillow, with their heads close together, they gazed at each other’s faces.

Lu Yinxi stared into Jian Qing’s eyes; their color slightly deep, clear, and profound. Being stared at with such clarity, her heart seemed to soften into a pool of water.

“To sleep, you must close your eyes. Why aren’t you closing yours?”

Jian Qing didn’t answer, but instead asked her: “To sleep, you must turn off the light. Why haven’t you turned it off?”

Lu Yinxi gave a faint smile: “You know the answer.” She’s reluctant to turn off the light because she’s afraid of the dark.

Jian Qing reached out and traced Lu Yinxi’s eyebrows, remaining silent.

She dared not close her eyes, afraid that Lu Yinxi would leave.

In her world, her own existence is absent.

She feared that Lu Yinxi would eventually be like her own mother, leaving her behind.

Lu Yinxi gently covered Jian Qing’s eyes: “Go to sleep quickly. You have to work tomorrow, conserve your energy.”

Jian Qing pulled down her hand, held it in her palm, tucked it under the quilt, and obediently closed her eyes.

Yet she didn’t let go, holding tightly as if afraid she would escape.

Lu Yinxi watched Jian Qing sleep, counting her eyelashes.

She was indeed tired, her eyelids closed as if glued shut, too sleepy to open them, gradually falling into a deep sleep.

Unfortunately, her sleep was light, and the slightest noise would startle her awake.

In a daze, she heard the person beside her softly call her: “Doctor Jian… Teacher Jian… Jian Qing…”

She was too lazy to respond, only wanting to sleep.

Unexpectedly, a soft touch fell on her forehead, accompanied by a low and gentle: “I love you so much.”

The author has something to say:

This is a very short chapter. I’ll write another one later. Muah muah chu~~~