Chapter 2: Still hurts?
When Xu Ruoning woke up, she had a severe headache.
She drank a lot of alcohol last night and had a whole night of erotic dreams, which caused her to be depressed when she woke up, and her face was full of weakness that had been hollowed out.
She took off her nightgown in the hotel to take a shower. When she closed her eyes, the man's clear face flashed across her mind for no reason. The part in the center of her leg was a little sore, and a hoarse voice fell into the air:
"Does it still hurt?"
Xu Ruoning opened her eyes, and there was no one in front of her.
She rubbed her face with her hands, took a deep breath, and cursed in a low voice, "Fuck."
She ordered breakfast in the room, finished it briefly, and slept on the bed for another two hours. Get up and wash her face, then put on her makeup.
The restaurant where we met at noon was half an hour away from the hotel. When she arrived by taxi, it was exactly 11:15.
"Ning!"
As soon as she got off the car, she heard someone calling her. Xu Ruoning looked up, and there were more than a dozen people standing at the door of the restaurant, and everyone was smiling, "Long time, no see!" Xu Ruoning smiled.
Although many people don't know each other because they are all Chinese, they chatted casually, and they became acquainted after a while.
"You brought a group? Is there any handsome guy?" A girl named SaSa asked cheerfully after entering and taking a seat.
"I came with my cousin." Xu Ruoning took the menu and casually ordered a few things, then handed it over and asked, "Don't you have a boyfriend? Why? You broke up?"
"We haven't seen each other for many years; we broke up a long time ago." SaSa shrugged.
"Cousin?" The men raised their ears and said to Xu Ruoning, "Why didn't you bring your cousin?"
Xu Ruoning scolded with a smile, "Get out; don't think about it; my cousin has a boyfriend."
"What about you?" SaSa has long wine-red hair, which is permed in big waves. It's winter, but she is wearing a sexy, tight black dress, leaning over slightly, with a large piece of scenery pouring out of her chest. She blinks her eyes to see Xiang Xu Ruoning ask in disbelief, "Still single?"
"Hmm." Xu Ruoning raised an eyebrow.
"Hey, don't be too picky." SaSa pointed to a row of men opposite and said, "Look, if there is a suitable one, take it now."
All the men she pointed at straightened their backs on their own, trying to look their best.
Xu Ruoning waved her hand and said, "I'm interested in someone else."
"Really?" SaSa laughed, "Who? Do we know each other?"
Xu Ruoning shook her head.
On the way here by taxi, she remembered that she and that man hadn't seen each other for... ten years.
The years didn't leave too many marks on his face, but... it polished her and made her look more mature.
She has cut off her long hair and has short chestnut hair. She has a skillful smoking posture, wears a neutral jacket, and her pupils are full of endless stories.
She has been wandering for decades, almost unable to remember her past, but when that man appeared, she found that she still had memories of the past.
Those happy, painful, embarrassing, and desperate memories all condensed into the heat in the coffee and flowed into the body through the blood vessels.
"When was your first time? Is it really okay to ask this kind of question?!" SaSa was a little shy, but she still asked, "Okay, my first time was in junior high school." A group of people smiled and asked, "What? You aren't even an adult then?" SaSa's face was flushed. "Don't worry about me! Alright! Next!"
A dozen or so people finished their meals, changed venues, chatted on the open-air seats at the entrance of the restaurant, and one asked for their contact information.
Everyone turned to Xu Ruoning again and said, "It's your turn; when was your first time?"
Xu Ruoning had grown out of her shame; she lit a cigarette with her fingertips and raised the corners of her lips lightly, "Me?"
She remembered that rainy night.
Think of the scene of the man in an apron busy in the kitchen.
Thinking of the picture of the man kissing her with downcast eyes in the dim and ambiguous light and shadow, he held her waist, leaned forward, and pushed himself in.
The pain spread to her body along with the memory, spanning a full ten years. She paused with the finger holding the cigarette, exhaled lightly, and took a moment to answer.
"Eighteen."
"On my birthday."
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