Starlight Has No Past
Chapter 13 Part 1
Ye Qiao kept a straight face, she didn’t even have the desire to take a look
at the person behind her. She only quietly turned to glance at Zhou Tingsheng.
There was the usual calmness in his eyes and his smile was like the
sunlight on top of a snowy mountain. He transformed the sullen mood
by teasing her in the way that only the two of them would understand:
“It looks like I’m not the only one who likes skeletons.” Her embarrassment
dissipated.
When Ye Qiao realized what he was referring to, she reached over intending
to pinch him but he caught her hand. Ye Qiao looked like she had just woken
up from a daydream. Her beautiful dreamy eyes seemed to be the most moving
part of a movie.
Those eyes pierced Zhou Tingsheng’s heart. He instinctively covered her lips
with his; her lips were warm, thin, and fragile. They were overcome by emotion
and when they recovered, their lips and teeth were glued together. The joints of
her fingers, held tightly in his grip, slowly loosened. Her fingertips lightly scratched
his palm.
The movie grew louder. There was a rustle in the darkness. The world was filled
with the tune played of a Scottish bagpipe. It was hard to tell whether Ye Qiao’s
face was in the movie or in reality. She was quite obedient, responding softly to
him. All emotions from tonight dissipated during the prolonged kiss. He had entered
through her lips into that dark, gloomy, and vast ocean at the bottom of her heart.
Zhou Tingsheng slightly released her and whispered: “It looks like your mind isn’t
here.”
What he meant was that she had been absent-minded throughout the whole movie.
But Ye Qiao took a long look at him and smothered her bright red lips onto his. As if
to prove something, she deepened her kiss, putting her heart and soul into something
other than the movie.
His kiss was only a spur of the moment response to her alluring eyes, yet Ye Qiao’s
kiss was like a raid into a city. She invaded his mouth and seized each other’s breath.
Zhou Tingsheng was caught off guard by the sudden aggressiveness and released
her hand without knowing it. Her hand was now free to hug him; her well manicured
fingernails pinched into his neck. The passion was enough for him to ignore the pain
under her fingernails.
That tense string in her mind suddenly snapped. The impulse that had been
suppressed her all this time started to rampage in her body, ready to release itself.
She was desperate for passion, to get drunk on it, and then be smashed into pieces.
The unusual intimacy with a man of unknown background seemed to be a shortcut on
her path to overindulgence.
She forced herself to calm down, pulling herself away from him bit by bit. Her lungs
seemed to have lost the ability to receive oxygen and began gasping for air.
Zhou Tingsheng smoothed out his own breath and rubbed his neck. He turned to
the side to show her in the darkness. On the side of his neck, there were several
various sized fingernail marks. Some were oozing with blood. He showed her the
blood on his fingers and said with a repressed voice: “Are you a cat?”
Ye Qiao used the back of her hand to touch her forehead, despite knowing she didn’t
have a fever. There was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. She was only able to
muster a few words in a weak voice: “I think I’m sick,” ignoring his question.