Cynical Romantics - Chapter 15 Feelings

Song Sheng walked toward the dance floor where it was crowded with people. He looked at every face, and most people were flat-out drunk.

He moved toward the middle, when women kept staring at him. Two women called out to him and said, “Hey handsome, want to dance?” Song Sheng moved forward without giving them the slightest acknowledgment.

He then saw a young woman dancing in the middle alone. He stilled at the sight. The girl was wearing transparent clothing, revealing her bra, but it complimented her look. She was also dancing seductively. The music was mellow, and she moved slowly. She moved her hands through her hair, while moving her hips. She danced well, a fact Song Sheng never knew.

He stood still watching from a short distance. He then noticed that a man had approached her from behind.

Qian Meigui was ecstatic. Dancing and drinking was more fun than she imagined. It was interuppted when she felt someone approaching her from behind. She felt uncomfortable as the man wrapped an arm around her waist. She refused him and danced away, but the man was persistent.

He kept approaching her and she tried to push him away. Then suddenly she saw someone pull the man away from her and pushed him away. It was Song Sheng. Qian Mei was surprised. He looked angry as his eyebrows were furrowed and agitation was evident on his face.

She then felt him pull her away from the crowd, and she walked slowly behind him, but then pulled away. “Sheng Stop! I don’t want to leave yet.”

He turned to glare at her, “What do you mean? We are going home now!” he said firmly.

She crossed her arms and said, “You can go! I am staying!” she said back.

Song Sheng chuckled coldly, “You are drunk. We must leave.”

The song changed, one she liked. She then dragged Song Sheng into the crowd with her and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He then asked, “What are you doing?” Qian Meigui began to dance and said with closed eyes, “hush, I want to dance and you’re being annoying. If I can’t stay, then stay with me if you’re worried.”

Song Sheng smiled coldly, he then pulled her closer to him and bent down to her ear, in a whisper, he said, “You need to be more conscious of your surroundings.”

Qian Meigui felt the heat of his breath on her ear, and the sudden warmth of his body an inch away from hers. She thought that dancing with him could be casual, but her heart beat gradually fastened and it was irregular.

Her cheeks flushed red, and she wanted it to be over, but at the same time not. She felt bold tonight. She looked around the venue and noticed that women kept glancing at him. He was tall and handsome, something Qian Mei already knew, but she never dared to admit. This man was her brother.

But in her drunken state, she said, “fuck it,” to herself. Song Sheng wasn’t her brother. He was just Song Shenga man.

Qian Meigui tightened her grip around his neck and pressed her body against his. She then moved against his body, swaying to the rhythm. She also pressed her hand against his chest. She could feel his heart beat. It was surprisingly quick.

She then chuckled and felt him still. He did not move. Irritated, Qian Mei turned around, back facing him. She then grinded against him, and lowered herself before going back up. She was enjoying herself. She turned back around and met his gaze. His eyes were dark, and he looked like he was going to swallow her up. She could not tell how he was feeling. But she wanted more.

Qian Mei reached up and placed her index finger on his lips. It was soft and warm. She giggled as she played with it. She looked up at him with a look of longing, but she stopped herself from doing anything more. She was afraid that she was going to scare him.

When the song was over, Song Sheng said angrily, “Enough, Song Meigui! We are going home.” Qian Meigui shook in fright. He never called her Song Meigui before. He usually calls her Mei Mei or Xiao MeiHe never used her Song name.

Qian Meigui followed Song Sheng to his black Mercedes-Benz. Neither of them uttered a word on their way home.

Qian Mei felt herself embarrassed. Did she really try to seduce him? Although they weren’t blood related. She was still Song Mei. She thought the feelings she had for him were merely friendship. She never realized that she had already fallen off the edge for him. These feelings were overpowering, especially for how long he was gone and how much she longed for him to be home.

His eyes were furrowed the car ride. He looked annoyed and angry. He did not even glance at her.

“I’m sorry,” she delved the courage to say.

“For what?” he asked coldly.

She bit her lower lip. “For flirting with you.”

She then felt the car break suddenly, and he drove into a parking lot.

Qian Mei felt puzzled, “Why are we here? Aren’t we going home?”

Song Sheng did not look at her. He only stared at the steering wheel, where his hands gripped tightly. He then asked, “You flirted with me?”

Qian Meigui flushed. She felt embarrassed. She didn’t realize that it would somewhat be a half confession. “Uhyes?”

He then glared at her as to find the right answer. “Yes! I flirted with you!” she confessed.

Song Sheng sighed and asked, “Why?”

Qian Mei internally struggled. If she confessed right now, he might feel disgusted with her, but if she lied, there might be some way out of it. “No reason. I felt like it. I was drunk.”

Qian Meigui was surprised to see some hurt in his expression, but it was quickly overwritten with disappointment. Did she dissapoint him?

“I’m sorry,” she apologized again. “I was fooling around and I dragged you into it. I promise I won’t do it again.”

Song Sheng looked like he was in a sour mood. “Promise that you won’t do what you did with other guys. I only let you because it was me, because I won’t take advantage of you.”

Qian Meigui clenched her fists. In her head she said, ‘because you don’t see me as a woman.’

She then turned to him with wet eyes, trying not to cry. “Understood,” she said.

Song Sheng drove out of the parking lot and they went home. As soon as they arrived, Qian Meigui did not wait for him, she ran inside and went straight to her room. She did not acknowledge anyone and cried herself to sleep.

Meanwhile, Song Sheng went to his room and step out of the balcony to have a smoke. The air around him felt suffocating. He remembered how he held Qian Mei, the feeling of her soft and beautiful body pressing against him. Song Sheng desperately wanted to hold her closely. But he held himself back. He had the urge to drag her home and to invite her into his room, to engage in a different dance. But suppressed his thoughts. He couldn’t think of her like that.