sinovels Chapter 10 Yellow Blue Bus
Chapter 10 Yellow Blue Bus
I was woken up by Valentin turning over. "Why did you come here to sleep..." He muttered and turned around, his eyes still closed, and soon fell asleep again after speaking.However, in less than 2 minutes, he opened his eyes suddenly, sat up straight, and lifted the quilt, only to see mottled spots on the sofa, and his abdomen was covered with dried white turbidity, and as he sat up, the two of us watched Something flowed from between his legs again, dripping brightly on the sofa.
The air froze for a few seconds.I was the first to say, "I'll get water—" and fled.
When I dawdled to get water and towels, Valentin was still sitting on the sofa, holding his head, he must have a headache.I knelt down and wrung out the towel to wipe the sofa, but he didn't speak, only the sound of cloth rubbing against each other.After wiping, a faint smell of mutton penetrated into my nose. When I thought of this stuff being covered in Valentin's body for a whole night, I didn't dare to look at it. I quickly threw the towel into the water and rubbed it vigorously, while secretly cursing I should have done it last night, and it would be fatal to delay until now.
I was about to wipe it on the sofa again, but when I saw my thing on his leg, his face was really hot, so he hesitated for a moment: "... Shall I wipe it for you?" As I said that, my hand had already touched it before my brain, and Valentin held his head and covered his eyes, neither agreed nor refused.I rolled my eyes and concentrated on wiping his body. As the towel wiped his chest and abdomen, his skin was pulled. Then I noticed that there were many red marks with blood spots on it, especially between the chest, and there were faintly A few tooth marks, it was really hot last night.
But now it’s broad daylight, no one is drunk, the two of us are only wearing underpants, a complete one-night stand scene; I am so embarrassed that I forcefully concentrate on my hands to survive, but when I lift the quilt, I am almost suffocated—I am Valentin was completely naked in his underpants; and at this moment his brother, radiant, was rising with the sun, almost in my face.
Valentin made a mistake and pushed me away. I accidentally knocked over the basin, and the water splashed all over the floor. We didn’t move for some reason in our panic. The sun was shining, and I watched the water Seeps into carpet.
"...I drank too much yesterday." Valentin finally said, frowning and staring away.
I didn't know how to answer, so I quickly glanced at his messy blond hair, nodded stupidly, and murmured: "...you said you never drank too much."
He frowned, as if he didn't understand, but coughed quickly, and said at a very fast speed: "I do stupid things when I drink too much, don't mind. I'm sorry last night. If you don't want to see me, I can to my mother's—"
I stepped back quickly and squatted in front of him. "Valentin," I looked up and took his hand, "but I'm not drunk."
He stared at me, trying to pull his hand back, and kept talking nervously: "If you said these words to comfort me, it is completely unnecessary. Don't say that you are going, where are you going? Damn, I Knowing that I would regret doing things when I was drunk...God, I didn't know I was drunk!"
"Do you regret it, Valentin?" I held his hand, slowly brought my nose up, sniffed, and asked softly, "Do you regret it?"
Pause for a moment. "Do you regret it?" he asked back.
I started kissing his fingers, knuckles, palms; he stopped trying to break free.I said I don't regret it.
Do not lie to me.His voice trembled slightly, his words were slurred, almost begging.
I don't know why he is always so terrible, just a few words, but they can make my lungs burn, and my throat feels like a knife is stuck, and it hurts immediately.I didn't speak, just lifted the quilt again, stretched out my hand to hold his mouth, and buried my head in it.
"Fuck, Ivan!" Valentin was taken aback, and quickly shrank back. I pressed his knees, stared at him, and licked his crown groove.He couldn't bear it very quickly, his thighs trembled, I saw the timing, and sucked it all in.The size of his words is not too small, not so easy to swallow, it made my throat hurt a little, but I still tried my best to tighten my throat desperately, trying to make him comfortable.I think since he doesn't believe what I say, he can always believe a little bit of my feelings.
"You're crazy, Ivan," he began to gasp, groping my head with a big hand, "exactly the same as then."
His words came in and out of my mouth more smoothly, making the sound of ho ho water, and I reached out to rub his pouch again, which made his chest rise and fall violently, and he breathed out continuously.I don't know how long it took before he couldn't hold on anymore. I was choking and beating my chest, but he retreated to the sofa and looked at me lazily coughing, without any apologies.
When I came back after rinsing my mouth, I found that Valentin was not on the sofa, but lay down on the big bed in the bedroom.I fell asleep next to him, put my hand under the quilt to hug his waist, and whispered in his ear, "Now you know the sofa is uncomfortable?"
He hummed twice and kicked me: "You got wet and messed up. Can't sleep!" At the end he added: "I'll go back when I'm done."
I quickly hugged him tightly, begging for mercy and biting his ear: "That won't work, I'll pour a basin of water later. You have to hug me on the bed, just like last night."
"What do you say? Why?" He suddenly became angry and shouted, "I'm going to sleep on the sofa, who wants to cuddle with you!"
"You still don't believe me, do you?" I sighed, trying to talk to him face to face, but no matter how hard I tried, he wouldn't turn around, so I leaned against his back and said, "Valentin, I appreciate it." Everything you did for me, really, even though you weren't for me—you were for the old me." His shoulders tensed slightly, and I continued: "You have a grudge against me, don't you? I can see it. But I can't remember anything that happened before, maybe you'd like to tell me? Well, you don't. It must be me who broke your heart—'the old me' hurt you. You No denial? That's true; I fully understand your reluctance to believe me. But, Valya, do you know what I'm thinking?"
Valentin was silent, as if he was asleep, but from my side, I could see his eyelashes fluttering, and he must have stretched his ears to listen.
"What I was thinking was—'I must have cultivated great blessings in my previous life, and in this life I will be able to make love with angels when I wake up'! This is how I feel, Valya, from the moment I opened my eyes, I Think of it this way. You may think I've forgotten you, but it's not that I don't love you. I dare say, I bet the old me loved you so much—why? Because every time you cry, every time you laugh, you make me Unexplainable heartache. Do you know how much I wanted to kiss you in the snow? Do you know how distraught I am right now?
"And now, believe it or not, I will say this too - Valentin Viktolovich, my Valya, my angel, I love you forever, again, and again. I will still Love you over and over again."
He didn't speak for a long time, and I exhausted all my strength and couldn't hold him tight anymore.Just as my hand slipped from his waist, Valentin suddenly grabbed me, his palm was broad, warm, and extremely firm.
"Yellowbluebus*," he replied.
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yellowbluebus: English transliteration of Russian "I love you".From Nabokov's love letters to his wife Vera.