Chapter 22: Even If It's Just This Once... I Want to Be a Bad Woman
"Little Jiang."
Lin Wan stood up. Because she had been squatting too long, her legs were a bit numb, and her body swayed slightly, bumping right into Jiang Chen's arms.
She didn't pull away; instead, she used the montum to grip the lapel of Jiang Chen's coat.
"I want to go... get so air."
Her voice was very soft, carrying a trace of trembling, yet her eyes were unusually bright, as if a fire was burning within them.
"Go where?" Jiang Chen asked, though he already knew the answer, placing his hand on her waist.
Lin Wan bit her lip, leaned close to his ear, and exhaled like a fragrant breeze: "The back of the car."
The indicator light on the restroom door at the connection between the carriages was dark.
The space here was even narrower than she had imagined.
The stainless steel sink reflected a cold light. The mirror was covered in mottled water stains, and the air was filled with the sll of cheap detergent and a faint scent of rust.
The floor beneath their feet vibrated violently with the movent of the train, making loud clanging sounds.
But for the two people in this mont, this was the safest refuge in the world.
With the crisp sound of the lock clicking shut, the noisy world outside was completely sealed off.
Lin Wan leaned back against the door panel, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Her face was so red it looked like blood might drip. She held the doorknob tightly behind her back with both hands, as if it were the only thing supporting her stance.
She had never done anything like this before.
Squeezed together with a man almost ten years younger than her in the restroom of a moving train.
This intense sense of immorality and sha was like a fire, burning away all her reason.
Jiang Chen stood in front of her.
The space was too small; the two were almost pressed against each other.
One of his hands braced against the door panel beside Lin Wan, while the other rested naturally on her waist.
The fabric there was soft, and with his touch, she could clearly feel the taut muscle lines underneath.
"Sister Wan," Jiang Chen looked down at her, his gaze as deep as a well, "This isn't a good place to get air."
Lin Wan dared not look at him.
Her gaze fell upon Jiang Chen's Adam's apple bobbing up and down, her voice as thin as silk: "I know... I just... I just want to..."
Before she could finish speaking, tears started falling.
They were tears mixed with grievance, fear, and longing.
"I want to be willful just once." Lin Wan finally raised her head. Her eyes, usually gentle and soft, were now filled with shattered light. "For these thirty years, I have lived too tiringly. I am a good daughter to my parents, a good wife to my husband, but never myself. Little Jiang, do you know that feeling? It's like being stuffed into a casing; you're alive, but you can't catch your breath."
Jiang Chen didn't speak, just looked at her quietly, his fingers gently stroking the fabric at her waist, carrying a sense of comfort.
"Just now in the compartnt, listening to you talk about your future plans..." Lin Wan sniffled, her voice choked with emotion, "I suddenly felt so scared. I'm afraid that once this trip ends, I won't have the courage to take this step anymore. I'm afraid I'll just swallow my pride like before and continue living that stagnant, dead-water life."
"I don't want that." She shook her head, tears splashing down. "Even if it's just this once... I want to be a bad woman."
Bad woman.
The phrase, spoken from her lips, carried a heartbreaking innocence and resolve.
It felt as if sothing had violently struck Jiang Chen's heart.
He looked at the woman before him, who was trying to fly into the fla for a sliver of warmth, and the suppressed restlessness in his heart erupted completely.
"Then don't be one."
Jiang Chen's voice was incredibly hoarse.
He suddenly lowered his head and kissed the lips that had been chattering and voicing grievances.
This was not the tentative kiss from before.
This was a deep kiss carrying plunder, possessiveness, and even a hint of punishnt.
"Mmm..."
Lin Wan let out a broken whimper. Her hands instinctively wanted to push away, but the mont they touched Jiang Chen's scorching chest, they turned into a tight cling.
She closed her eyes and responded clumsily but passionately.
The train happened to pass a turnout, and the body shook violently.
Lin Wan lost her balance and slid downward.
Jiang Chen reacted quickly. The hand resting on her waist suddenly tightened, lifting forcefully, hoisting her entire body up and pressing her against the cold door panel.
This feeling of weightlessness made Lin Wan gasp, but the sound was instantly swallowed in the kiss.
The temperature in the narrow space rose sharply.
The mirror quickly fogged over, blurring their reflections.
Jiang Chen's hands were not idle.
His palms were large and scorching hot. Through the thin wool dress, they slowly trailed along the lines of her spine.
From her firm lower back, past the edge of the thick leggings she wore for warmth, and then to...
That sensation was too vivid.
Lin Wan felt like a dying fish on a cutting board; every inch of her skin scread with desire, and every nerve was trembling.
"Little Jiang..." Between breaths, she managed to utter a few words, her voice soft as a puddle of water, "Stop... don't do this..."
Though her mouth said stop, her body honestly pressed closer to him.
This contradictory reaction was the greatest catalyst.
"Sister Wan, didn't you want to be a bad woman?" Jiang Chen leaned close to her ear, his warm breath spraying onto her sensitive earlobes, causing a fine layer of goosebumps. "We're just getting started."
Saying that, his hand pressed down slightly with a bit more force.
It was a highly suggestive movent.
Lin Wan's body instantly stiffened, then imdiately went completely limp.
She buried her head in the hollow of Jiang Chen's neck, gasping deeply, like a drowning person who had grasped the only piece of driftwood.
"I don't regret it."
She suddenly said sothing without preamble.
The voice was light, but firm.
"I don't regret eting you. Nor do I regret... being like this now."
Jiang Chen's hand paused.
He pulled Lin Wan slightly away, looking at her flushed face, her eyes hazy yet showing a stubbornness.
In that mont, he suddenly realized she was just too cold.
So cold that she wanted to find a bonfire and burn herself to ashes, just to prove she was still alive.
"Silly girl,"
Jiang Chen sighed, brushing the damp strands of hair near her cheek behind her ear. His gaze softened, "No one is making you regret anything. This is just the beginning, not the end."
He held her tightly, giving her the warmth and embrace she needed most in this narrow, foul-slling restroom.
The roar of the train continued.
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