Chapter 23: A Mouth Isn't Just For Eating
In the narrow restroom, only the sound of their ragged breathing remained, mixed with the monotonous and dull vibration of the train rolling over the tracks.
That vibration traveled up through the floor, making one's legs feel weak.
Jiang Chen leaned against the sink, looking at the woman in front of him who had completely lost control.
Lin Wan's long hair was slightly disheveled, a few strands stuck to her temples with sweat. Her eyes, which always held a trace of resentnt, were now frighteningly bright, like obsidian soaked in water.
It was an explosion after too long being suppressed, a madness born from desperately wanting to grasp onto sothing.
"Sister Wan," Jiang Chen's fingers threaded through her hair, his palm pressed against the back of her head. He applied a little pressure, forcing her to lift her head to receive his kiss, "This is on a train, the soundproofing isn't great."
"I don't care."
Lin Wan's voice was muffled, thick with nasal congestion.
Her hands, which had initially been gripping Jiang Chen's clothes tightly as if afraid he would run away, now began to get restless.
She started to probe underneath the hem of his T-shirt.
Jiang Chen's skin was hot. The young man's muscles were firm and elastic, completely different from the perpetually slack, overweight husband at ho.
This sensation made Lin Wan's fingers tremble; she felt both fear and craving.
"Do you know what you're doing?" Jiang Chen looked down at her, his Adam's apple bobbing once. His voice was slightly tight.
Lin Wan didn't speak.
She seed possessed. Thirty years of conformity vanished into thin air at this mont.
All she wanted now was a bit of warmth, a feeling of truly being 'alive'.
Her hand slid down Jiang Chen's firm abdon, her fingertips touching the black belt.
The cold tal buckle felt exceptionally hard beneath her finger pads.
"Click."
A crisp tallic sound of release echoed in the small space. The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap exploding next to their ears.
Jiang Chen's breathing visibly hitched for a second. He raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusent entering his eyes: "Sister Wan, you seem quite... proficient in this skill?"
Lin Wan's face instantly turned crimson, like a boiled shrimp.
"No... it's not..." she explained flusteredly, but her movents beca even clumsier. The more anxious she got, the harder it was to undo the buckle, "I haven't... never before..."
"Never before?" Jiang Chen caught her restless hand, his gaze deepening, "Aren't you married?"
Lin Wan froze.
She lowered her head, and tears fell onto the back of Jiang Chen's hand without warning, scalding hot.
"He... he's impotent in that regard." Lin Wan's voice was as faint as a mosquito's hum, carrying sha and grievance too difficult to voice, "We've been married for five years, and he's never touched . He has soone else outside; she's a... she's a man."
The air seed to solidify.
Only the clanging sound of the wheels hitting the tracks remained, striking against their hearts again and again.
Jiang Chen looked at the woman before him.
So that was it. No wonder she always carried an indescribable sense of decay; no wonder she craved even the smallest bit of tenderness so intensely.
She wasn't so seasoned veteran wife. In that aspect, she was even purer than a blank slate.
The so-called 'virtuous wife' was rely a decoration living in widowhood.
"So..." Jiang Chen lifted her chin, his thumb gently wiping away the dampness at the corner of her mouth, "You want to practice on ?"
"I..." Lin Wan bit her lip, her eyes flickering, "I just want to know... what that feeling is actually like. I don't want to reach the end of my life without ever having been a real woman."
With things said to this extent, any remaining reserve would just be affectation.
Jiang Chen let go of her hand, leaned back, resting against the mirror, striking a pose of 'yours to take'.
"Then co on," he chuckled softly, his voice hoarse.
Lin Wan took a deep breath.
Her trembling hand returned to the tal buckle.
This ti, she wasn't flustered.
With the faint sound of the belt being drawn out, the sense of restraint completely vanished.
The temperature in the cramped space rose abruptly.
...
The train was still speeding along.
The snowy plains outside the window were endless, dazzlingly white. But inside this iron box less than two square ters, spring was in full bloom.
Lin Wan squatted down.
Jiang Chen tilted his head slightly, looking up at the dim yellow ceiling light, which swayed constantly with the rocking of the train.
It was impossible to tell how long had passed.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
A series of urgent knocks suddenly sounded, jolting the two of them out of their dazed state.
"Is anyone in there or not? You've been in there for half an hour! Did you fall into a pit or sothing?" A man with a loud voice complained from outside the door.
Lin Wan flinched violently, her whole body trembling. She suddenly looked up, her eyes full of panic.
"Don't be afraid."
Jiang Chen patted her head, his gesture as gentle as comforting a startled cat.
He quickly tidied his clothes and re-buckled his belt.
"Click."
It was that sa crisp sound again, but this ti, in Lin Wan's ears, it carried a lingering sense of regret.
Jiang Chen turned on the faucet and quickly washed up, then pulled out a few tissues.
"Wipe yourself," he gestured toward the mirror, "And... straighten your clothes. If you go out looking like this now, even an idiot can tell what we just did."
Lin Wan took the tissues and stood up in a rush.
Her legs were a bit numb, and she almost lost her balance.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes held a lingering passion, and her lips were swollen like ripe cherries.
Where was the dignified, proper wife? This was clearly a woman brimming with allure.
"Are you ready?" Jiang Chen's voice sounded right next to her ear.
"Mm..." Lin Wan took a deep breath, threw the tissues into the trash can, and tried hard to make her expression look more normal.
"Let's go."
Jiang Chen unlocked the door.
The large man waiting for the restroom was just about to knock again when the door opened. A man and a woman walked out one after the other. The man looked composed, while the woman kept her head down, her face intensely red.
The big man paused for a mont, then revealed a lewd smile that suggested, "I get it." He stepped aside to let them pass.
"Young people these days, they really know how to have fun."
This mumbled remark wasn't too loud or too soft, and it landed perfectly in Lin Wan's ears.
Her face burned even hotter. She followed behind Jiang Chen almost as if fleeing, heading back toward the compartnt.
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