She Is Seriously Ill - Chapter 31 :

Chapter 31 31

Don’t Know How to Kiss? (Flashback Chapter)

Lu Tong had met Chen Guo once before, and under those particular circumstances at that time, so her impression of her was quite deep.

Getting into the car and seeing her there too, Lu Tong was somewhat surprised. She instinctively glanced at Jiang Chen, seemingly wanting to verify something, but the other party appeared to be avoiding something, quietly turning her head away to look out the window.

Lu Tong had no choice but to give up. She took a bottle of water from the back seat, unscrewed the cap, and handed it over, Have some water.

Having drunk alcohol that evening, her mouth felt particularly uncomfortable now. Jiang Chen reached out to take it, had a sip to rinse her mouth, Thanks.

No problem. Lu Tong waited until she finished drinking, took the bottle back, screwed the cap on, taking care of her very attentively, If you’re not feeling well, close your eyes and rest for a while. I’ll wake you when we arrive.

Jiang Chen gave a soft Mm in response, then tilted her head against the seat back and closed her eyes.

Trying her best to ignore the pair of eyes in the car’s rearview mirror that kept staring intently at her.

The car on the return journey was very quiet. Apart from Lu Tong occasionally asking if Jiang Chen was uncomfortable, no one else spoke.

By the time they returned, it was already early morning. Jiang Chen was extremely tired and, with a slight discomfort in her stomach, when Lu Tong offered to escort her back to her room, she refused without a second thought.

In her current state, she really didn’t have the energy to chat with her.

Back in her room, Jiang Chen eagerly kicked off her shoes and plunged headfirst into the bed. Her body felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation and ease, as if she could fall asleep the next second.

Unfortunately, her mind just wouldn’t cooperate, persistently asking, where did Chen Guo go? Did she return to her room?

Tang Jing covered Jiang Chen with the blanket, giving her a sympathetic look, I’ll go make you some hangover soup, or you’ll have a headache when you wake up tomorrow.

Jiang Chen responded groggily, …Okay.

The door was closed, and after who knows how long, it opened again.

Jiang Chen found it hard to fall asleep when drunk. All this time, she had been lying on the bed with her eyes closed, resting. Hearing the door open, she thought it was Tang Jing returning.

She licked her dry lips and called out softly, Get me a glass of water.

The person didn’t respond, but shortly after, brought over hot water and placed it on the bedside table.

Jiang Chen heard the sound and slowly cracked her eyes open, looking up to realize it wasn’t Tang Jing.

No wonder they were so inconsiderate, placing the water what felt like a million miles away—she couldn’t reach it without sitting up a bit.

And the person in question stood by the bed, stiff as a board, looking down at her from above, showing no intention of helping.

Jiang Chen didn’t want to move. She closed her eyes again and murmured, Call Tang Jing over…

Aunt Tang is busy; she asked me to bring up the hangover soup. Chen Guo paused for a few seconds, then added, And told me to keep an eye out, not to let just anyone into your room.

This anyone was rather pointed. Jiang Chen gave a slight tug at her lips, smiling as she deliberately teased, …Then you’d better keep a good watch.

Her voice was very low, like sleep-talking, sounding somewhat slurred.

Chen Guo stared at the person on the bed, her face expressionless, not saying a word, just watching.

Jiang Chen seemed to sense that gaze; the kid’s thoughts were too easy to guess.

She chuckled, I know what you’re thinking.

Chen Guo’s eyelids twitched slightly, as if reminding her, She’s the one from that night.

Mmm… Jiang Chen nodded with measured weight, her voice slurred with intoxication. Then did you know… she was also my first love.

Chen Guo’s expression shifted instantly. She knew Jiang Chen’s relationship with that woman was unusual, but never imagined it could be this significant.

First love? Such a maddeningly enviable term.

Jiang Chen seemed unbothered about laying her past bare before Chen Guo, rambling on incessantly.

When I met her, I was about your age now.

To give my older sister a better life, I had to work multiple jobs every day back then. She was the one who pulled me out of the mud. She said I was born for art films, brought me into the industry, taught me how to act, and made me the most popular actress.

She wasn’t just a talented director – in life, she was also a guiding lover. My nineteenth, twentieth, twenty-first years… those most beautiful years were all spent with her.

Chen Guo, everything you’re hoping for… I’ve already experienced it all with someone else.

Silence filled the room for a long moment after her words faded.

Finished? Chen Guo lifted her gaze. What are you trying to say?

Jiang Chen slowly opened her eyes, staring fixedly at the lace trim on the pillow. When she broke up with me later, I thought I wouldn’t survive it. But looking back now, it just seems childish and ridiculous. Nothing remains unchanged forever. In a few years, you might also think these current feelings are too trivial, not worth anything at all.

Chen Guo remained silent for several seconds before picking up the water glass from the bedside table, gently blowing on it. She dumped you?

… Jiang Chen looked startled, almost laughing. Is that the main point?

Chen Guo turned her head. Why did you break up?

Having said this much already, one more detail didn’t matter. Different values.

In Lu Tong’s eyes, film was an art form, but for Jiang Chen, it was merely a means of survival.

When did you break up?

…

Chen Guo had seen the online gossip claiming Unstoppable was filmed after their falling out.

You could still make a movie together after breaking up?

Clearly a kid who’s never worked before. Jiang Chen frowned impatiently. Why do you have so many questions?

Chen Guo crouched down, bringing the cup to Jiang Chen’s lips, her voice soft. Alright, I won’t ask anymore. Here, drink some water.

As Jiang Chen’s lips touched the rim, she instinctively pursed them.

Their eyes met – perhaps due to the alcohol, Jiang Chen’s gaze couldn’t quite focus as she stared at Chen Guo for several seconds. Do you understand what I meant by all that earlier?

I understand, but I’m not her. Chen Guo pushed the cup forward slightly as reminder. The water’s getting cold.

Jiang Chen looked somewhat dazed, only feeling parched as she unconsciously opened her mouth.

Chen Guo held the cup, her dark eyes quietly watching Jiang Chen as if they could speak – moving slowly from her eyes to her nose, then gradually down to her lips.

Having someone else hold the cup to drink proved less comfortable than doing it herself. Jiang Chen had barely taken two sips before choking.

She quickly pushed the cup away with her hand, turning her face aside as she coughed.

Chen Guo froze for a moment before snapping back to reality and moving the cup away, standing up to pat Jiang Chen’s back.

She must have choked badly – Jiang Chen coughed for quite a while before gradually calming down.

When she turned back, her eyes were red-rimmed and glistening with tears.

Jiang Chen sniffled and refused to let Chen Guo feed her anymore. I’ll do it myself.

Chen Guo didn’t move. Jiang Chen glanced up at her, about to say something when suddenly there was a knock at the door.

Xiao Chen, are you asleep? It was Lu Tong’s voice.

Chen Guo immediately turned to look, and Jiang Chen followed her gaze.

I made you some hangover remedy. If you’re awake, could you open the door? Lu Tong knocked gently again. Xiao Chen.

Jiang Chen’s hand resting on the pillow tightened slightly. She lowered her eyes, having no intention of letting Lu Tong in.

Even if Chen Guo weren’t here, she wouldn’t want to see Lu Tong alone—it just felt pointless.

Just then, the phone on the bedside table suddenly rang. There was no need to guess who was calling.

Jiang Chen’s eyebrow twitched, and she instinctively reached to turn it off.

But before her hand could reach the phone, the person standing by the bed suddenly turned back, cupped her face with both hands, and leaned down to press against her.

Chen Guo had kissed her again without warning.

Jiang Chen’s body felt weak, leaving her completely at the other’s mercy. Pushed down onto the bed, Chen Guo didn’t stop there—persistently pursuing her, she pinned Jiang Chen’s hands above her head.

She still didn’t know how to kiss properly. After brushing her lips against Jiang Chen’s a few times, she began licking the corner of her mouth.

Jiang Chen’s eyelashes fluttered, only one thought crossing her mind: drinking really was troublesome.

Under normal circumstances, Chen Guo would definitely have earned herself a slap for behaving like this. But those few drinks from earlier had slowed her mind considerably. Though she knew this was wrong, she didn’t feel like moving at all.

Of course, it might also be because Chen Guo’s kissing skills were so clumsy it hardly felt like kissing—more like she was tending a wound and trying to please her.

Everything she’d said earlier had ultimately become meaningless.

As if she couldn’t take it anymore, Jiang Chen pulled back slightly and looked at Chen Guo. Don’t know how to kiss?

Chen Guo was breathing a little heavily, looking down at Jiang Chen with confusion and a touch of nervousness.

The next second.

Jiang Chen tilted her head back. ..Open your mouth.