“I feel like having wontons.”
Hearing this, I put down the chicken soup in my hand.
“Then I’ll go buy some for you downstairs.”
Jasper smiled softly, “I want the ones we used to have back in school.”
I froze for a moment.
That shop was on the east side of the city, an hour’s drive from here, and it was always busy with long lines.
A round trip would take the entire afternoon.
Whether he genuinely wanted wontons or just wanted to send me away, I no longer cared to find out.
I nodded, said nothing, and walked out of the hospital room.
Soon, a girl in a white dress hurriedly entered the room from the stairwell.
She threw herself into Jasper’s arms. Perhaps she touched a wound, and Jasper instinctively frowned, but he gritted his teeth and said
nothing.
“I told you not to come, didn’t I?”
He wrapped an arm around her waist, playfully pinching her cheek.
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“But I missed you.”
The girl lifted her face, looking at him playfully: “I really want to kiss and hug you.”
Jasper’s smile deepened, his tone teasing: “Is that all you want?”
Hearing this, the girl, with glistening eyes, leaned against him, whispering: “I want you too.”
Jasper’s eyes darkened, suddenly grasping her chin to kiss her.
The quiet VIP hospital room was soon filled with the sound of intimate exchanges.
Jasper’s fingers slipped under her skirt, and she couldn’t help but moan softly.
Just as things were about to get out of hand, Jasper stopped himself in time, gently pushing her away, his voice hoarse: “You should go back.”
The girl reluctantly withdrew, “Can I visit you again tomorrow?”
Jasper kissed her cheek, soothing her softly: “Don’t come for a while. I don’t want you running back and forth; it’s too tiring.”
“I’ll be with you once I’m out. Eat more,” he lazily leaned against the headboard, his palm holding her softness, teasing: “You’ve lost weight.”
The girl playfully bit him, making Jasper lightly “tsk,” his voice full of indulgence: “Are you a puppy? You love biting so much.”
The familiar tone made me pause.
Because he had said the same to me.
When Jasper graduated high school, I was in my third year of college.
He refused to go abroad, insisting on attending the university in my city.
For this, his mom approached me.
But surprisingly, there was no dramatic request for a breakup or any difficulties.
She was even willing to sponsor my studies abroad and thanked me for tutoring Jasper and supervising his studies.
I politely declined, for the sake of my remaining dignity.
But I agreed to persuade Jasper to study abroad.
For the first time, Jasper got really mad at me, ignoring my resistance, kissing me forcefully and awkwardly.
I couldn’t push him away, so I took the chance to bite his lip during a pause for breath, accidentally biting too hard and breaking the skin.
He wasn’t angry at all, instead, he gently hummed against my nose, “Are you a puppy? You love biting so much.”
As my thoughts returned, tears unexpectedly fell on my clenched fists.
My palms throbbed with sharp pain, and I gritted my teeth, holding back the urge to burst in, turning away to leave the scene in haste.
But the Jasper in front of me is no longer the boy he once was.
I packed the wontons and sat in the hospital lobby for a while. Only after the playful figure disappeared at the hospital entrance did I return to the hospital room with the food.
As soon as I placed the food down, Jasper came up from behind, his warm lips brushing my ear, “Thank you.”
The chopsticks in my hand fell to the floor, and I stiffened, pushing him
away.
He froze: “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
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I grabbed a spare set of chopsticks and handed them to him, “Eat, or it’ll get soggy.”
Jasper smiled: “Even if it’s soggy, I have to finish it since you went all the way to get it for me.”
He took a bite, and I asked if it was good. He nodded, praising, “Still tastes like before.”
I couldn’t help but smirk.
But it was just something I bought downstairs.
How could it taste like before?
