During The Blizzard (Amidst A Snowstorm Of Love)

Canto 40: Night Tour With You

"The stars are the alphabet of the heavens, and they whisper the story of our love." - Leigh Bardugo

Translator: Wuxia Studio, Editor: J.C Forester (Mrphysit)

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Yin Guo's heart hammered against her ribs, its rapid rhythm mimicking the frantic dance of her thoughts. The warmth of Lin Yiyang's embrace deepened as he pulled her closer, his hold a silent question against her back. A wave of dizziness washed over her, threatening to pull her under. Each word spoken felt like a teetering step on the edge of a precipice, and yet, a strange pull kept her tethered to the ground.

Then, his voice, a low rumble against her ear, shattered the silence. "Have you truly never witnessed it?" he murmured, his question laced with a hint of amusement and a touch of something deeper.

Lin Yiyang's protective instincts surged. He wanted to gather Yin Guo into his arms, lead her to the bed, and shield her from whatever uncertainty swirled in her eyes. A flicker of hesitation crossed his face as she spoke, and he paused his movements.

"Are you asking about the real thing," he questioned, his voice a gentle inquiry, "Or something else altogether?"

Is he referring to adult movies?

If it is, she has seen it all. Born in a modern society with developed Internet, even if the school does not give it, the sisters in the dormitory will have their own ways of knowing this kind of thing.

The first time Yin Guo saw it, was at lunch one day, she was walking around the dormitory with a takeaway lunch box, listening to the men and women breathing heavily and exaggeratingly shouting, she was curious. Her three roommates in the dormitory gathered together, to study the small pieces on the computer, and she also took a look at it.

"I bumped into the live action a few times," Lin Yiyang continued, "The earliest was in junior high school, in an ice skating rink, when it was closed."

Yin Guo opened his eyes, raised his head, and glanced at him in disbelief: "Weh? For real?"

"They are all people I know. I didn't expect that buddy and his girlfriend could be so crazy, so open, so I just did what a normal teenage boy would do," Lin Yiyang grinned, "I left without looking at it, it was boring, it was just a repetition of the action."

The description is really straightforward.

Yin Guo blinked, was speechless, and coughed.

Yin Guo thought this kind of experience was unbelievable, but in Lin Yiyang's view, children who were mixed up in society had never seen anything.

Lin Yiyang usually went belt-free at home. Resting against the headboard, he casually undid the buckle, intending to remove the belt. With a practiced motion, he pulled the belt free, flinging it onto the nearby sofa. The buckle snapped shut with a metallic click, making contact with the phone resting there.

This move was proactive.

Yin Guo felt a surge of warmth rises in her cheeks, a reaction she couldn't quite explain. She turned away, her back finding solace in the coolness of the sheets. The rhythmic sound of her breath filled the room, a counterpoint to the rapid beat of her heart.

Lin Yiyang's voice, a low murmur, drifted over her shoulder. "No more talking?" he asked, his tone laced with a hint of curiosity and a touch of something deeper.