If You Don’t Go To Hell, Who Will? - Chapter 45
Zhong Yuan said, “Now, can I invite you to make me stronger?”
Me: “…”
Without waiting for me to speak, Zhong Yuan suddenly bent down and kissed my lips, gently nibbling on my lips, then moved to behind my ear and continued downward, swirling around my neck.
Zhong Yuan’s actions made my face flush, but I still had some rationality left, so I struggled to push him away, saying, “P-Pre-marital intimacy is prohibited…”
Zhong Yuan could only reluctantly raise his head. He placed one hand beside me and used the other to brush away the hair from my forehead. He pressed his lips against my forehead and then looked at me with a hint of regret, saying,
“Then when should we get married?”
I blinked, not knowing how to answer this question. To be honest, I had never really thought about it. Under Zhong Yuan’s probing gaze, I hesitated for a moment and replied, “Um… maybe we should wait until after graduation?”
“Alright, we’ll get married after graduation; no backing out,” Zhong Yuan said, getting up from the bed and rummaging through a chair.
I looked at him in bewilderment. What was going on?
After a while, Zhong Yuan pulled out a small red heart-shaped box, sat back on the bed, and opened it with a smile. From inside, he took out a ring and grabbed my left hand, slipping the ring onto my middle finger. My attention was drawn to his fair and slender fingers, and I felt a bit dazed.
“Just right,”
Zhong Yuan said, lifting my hand and gently kissing the ring. Soft lips touched my fingers, and my heart suddenly felt soft too.
After all this, Zhong Yuan lifted his head, his lips curled into a smile, and his dark, bright eyes were filled with tender affection. He took another ring and handed it to me, saying, “Your turn.”
My face turned red, and I tremblingly put the ring on his left middle finger. The ring was beautiful and well-made, and the rhinestones sparkled like real diamonds.
After putting it on, I followed Zhong Yuan’s example and kissed his ring.
Zhong Yuan pulled me into his arms, hugging me tightly. He rubbed my head and said, “Mu, do you know what we just did?”
“Uh?” I didn’t really know; I just knew that engagement rings were supposed to go on the ring finger.
Zhong Yuan tightened his arm and smiled, whispering, “It means we’re engaged.”
“…”
I leaned against him, grabbed his hand, played with his beautiful fingers, and said somewhat discontentedly, “But you haven’t proposed yet.”
Zhong Yuan held my hand firmly and said ominously, “You don’t want to?”
I scratched my head and hesitated: “Well… aren’t we moving a bit too fast?”
“Fast? I wish I could find a chain and tie you to me,” Zhong Yuan said.
“…”
Zhong Yuan, you’re really quite an unconventional person… >_<
Seeing that I didn’t answer, Zhong Yuan suddenly lifted my chin and forced me to look into his eyes. He stared at me intently and said dangerously, “Tell me, do you want to marry me or not?”
“I… um, yes, I want to,” I reluctantly replied.
Zhong Yuan didn’t let go, and he asked, “What do you want?”
I had no choice but to say, “I want to marry you.”
I thought Zhong Yuan would let go, but instead, he captured my lips in a passionate kiss.
I was a bit speechless. Zhong Yuan, did you have to propose like this? Thinking about it, I felt a bit wronged, so I bit his lip, which only seemed to excite him more, causing my lips and tongue to tingle and go numb.
After kissing me enough, Zhong Yuan finally let go of me. He lightly brushed my earlobe with his lips, his voice slightly hoarse. “Sorry, I couldn’t wait… I’ll make it up to you with a romantic proposal in the future.”
TAT… Engaged before a proposal? You really can do the most unusual things!
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Because we were quite tired from last night’s activities, Zhong Yuan and I decided to spend the day resting in the dormitory. I initially thought Zhongyuan hadn’t done anything to me in the hotel last night, but when I returned to the dormitory, I found out what he had done after all.
Today is New Year’s Day, and the eldest and the little fourth have both gone out, leaving only Little second in the dormitory. As soon as I entered the room, she gave me a sly grin that sent shivers down my spine.
With the so-called engagement ring on my finger, I felt even more uneasy, so I asked, “W-What’s going on?”
Xiao Er propped her chin on her hand and looked at me mischievously, making me feel on edge. “Third Mu, spill the beans. What activities did you and Zhong Yuan engage in last night?”
Feeling somewhat embarrassed, I wondered why everything sounded so salacious coming from her. I shook my head and replied, “We just played some sports, sang songs, and then, um…”
Little Second smirked. “And then what?”
I shot her a stern look, saying, “And then we rested.”
Little second tapped the table and squinted, grinning suggestively, “How did you ‘rest’? Did you get a room? How many times did you… you know? Did Zhong yuan last long?…”
I sighed and rubbed my forehead, feeling exasperated. “I got drunk last night, and we didn’t do anything. Besides, even if I hadn’t been drunk, we wouldn’t have done anything. Not everyone is as… liberated as you.”
Xiao Er’s eyes gleamed. “Really? No post-drinking adventures?”
I playfully tapped her head and said, “Stop thinking naughty thoughts; there was nothing like that.”
With a nod, Little Second said with a sly smile, “I see. Maybe Zhong yuan couldn’t perform? Hehehe…”
Her words left me flustered. “Can you think about something else?”
Little second wagged a teasing finger and said with a seemingly serious tone, “Don’t blame me for overthinking; many people are doing the same.”
“What do you mean?”
“Look here,” Little Second said, opening a webpage.
On the campus forum’s homepage, there was a post labeled “HOT,” and its title read: “Declaring Ownership of Zhong Yuan.”
The post was signed by the ID “Mu Er,” and I suddenly had a foreboding feeling…
Xiao Er clicked on the post with a mischievous grin, and its content consisted of only two words: “As titled.”
The simple style was so much like someone I knew with a particular penchant. I wiped my sweat and continued reading. The first reply in the thread was from an ID named (I am Zhong Yuan), and I knew that was Zhong Yuan himself. His reply was also brief: “Bumping without explanation.”
I was bewildered. What was this guy up to?
The replies in the thread came quickly, with people asking various questions, but Zhong Yuan didn’t answer any of them. Finally, someone asked, “Are you two together now?”
Zhong Yuan replied promptly, “Yes.”
This set off a flurry of responses in the thread. “Being together” might not have been a big deal under normal circumstances, but the key was the timing of Zhong Yuan’s response, in the middle of the night at 1:30 a.m. If I were in their shoes, I would probably wonder too, especially someone as perceptive as Little Second.
Indeed, a group of people soon chimed in, responding in unison with, “Together, huh? Hehe.” It seemed like they had organized their replies.
Then there were some people criticizing our lack of restraint, lamenting the decline of morals, and even saying that I wasn’t good enough for Zhong Yuan. I couldn’t believe it; I was still half-asleep at the time, and I had no idea what I had done to deserve this.
Then, an ID named (Bystander A) spoke up, saying, “Zhong Yuan’s roommate here; he didn’t come back to the dorm today.”
“Bystander B” replied, “Seconding the motion.”
Next, an ID named (Unscrupulous Overlord) joined the conversation, saying, “Mu Er’s roommate here; she didn’t come back to the dorm today.”
“I am the boss; who am I afraid of?” replied another user.
Apart from these troublemakers, there were others who were just bystanders, like:
(Lu Zijian): “Hehe.”
(Fourth Sister): “Haha.”
I clenched my fists, staring intensely at those familiar IDs. These bunch of misfits—seriously, misfits!
Zhong Yuan’s replies were few, but he always replied at crucial moments, such as when someone asked, “Zhong Yuan, what did you do today?”
Zhongyuan replied, “Exercise.”
So, someone asked, “Hehe, what kind of ‘exercise’ did you do tonight?”
Zhong Yuan replied, “A very common type of exercise.”
Then someone asked, “Doing exercise, is it tiring?”
Zhong Yuan replied, “It’s alright; she’s a bit tired.”
Someone else inquired, “Where is she right now?”
Zhong Yuan replied, “Why ask? Of course she’s in bed.”
Then someone exclaimed, “Words alone are not enough; we want proof!”
Zhong Yuan calmly responded, “It’s too explicit and not suitable for public discussion.”
As a result, the comments section below erupted completely…
I looked at the howling crowd of commenters in this thread, feeling like I wanted to cry. Every single thing Zhong Yuan said individually wasn’t a lie, but when you put them all together, they gave rise to some wildly imaginative interpretations… Good heavens, how did I end up in the hands of this pervert…
