Italian First Love Diary - Chapter 11

【87】

Today I went to Lingjun’s house to play. Early in the morning, I couldn’t fall asleep with excitement, lying on the bed tossing and turning.

The genius had just been dazzled, with a ray of blue light. I quickly got up from the bed and rushed all the way to his house-the door was not opened by others. Ling Jun didn’t know what his intentions were. He forcibly gave me the key to his house because he was too lazy to open the door for me.

I took off my heavy coat, curled into Ling Jun’s bed, shook him, “Get up and play with me.”

Ling Jun’s eyes flushed, and he glanced at the sky outside the window, “It’s only six or seven o’clock?”

“You promised last night, you will play with me no matter how early!”

“Sleep for a while.”

“Liar, big liar!” I shook him vigorously, but the boy was like a wood without any response.

It’s gone, I can only do another trick.

I pretended to lie down pretending to be well-behaved, and waited until Ling Jun put down my vigilance and fell asleep, and then stretched out my hand to move away in his clothes. I don’t know if I was not attractive enough, or Ling Jun’s self-control is too good… A few seconds later, he suddenly grabbed me. With both hands and wrists locked in his arms, he whispered, “Don’t make trouble.”

【88】

This morning, I was chatting with the readers, and everyone talked about whether Ling Jun could grow vegetables.

I don’t know where, someone asked, “Does Ling Jun grow strawberries?”

When Ling Jun heard the words, he chuckled, approached me, bit his ear, “What kind of strawberry do they mean?”

For a while, my cheeks were hot and my heartbeat slowed down unconsciously, almost in a mess.

This acquaintance will take advantage of others, knowing that my voice is still on, and I can’t do anything about it, for fear of being heard by other readers.

【90】

Mr. Ling was about to go out to do errands, so he told me: “Be careful when you are alone at home…”

I was quite moved by his tenderness, but his tenderness generally cannot last for three seconds. As expected, he added: “The attic in the next room might…”

As soon as the voice fell, he stopped talking and went out.

I got into the quilt, gritted my teeth with hatred.

When this guy comes home, he is dead!

But who can solve my urgent need and accompany me to a toilet?

【91】

It was about lunch, Ling-kun brought the ingredients home.

Before entering the room, he shouted outside: “Say love me, kiss me.”

Because of the previous horror incident, I haven’t been able to slow down yet. At this time, I didn’t get angry and snorted coldly: “Get out of here, don’t!”

“Huh? Go away? Say it again.” Ling Jun’s tone became much more dangerous.

But I am not the kind of timid and fearful person, let alone Ling Jun wears shoes, will never enter the room, so arrogantly shouted: “Go!”

As soon as the voice fell, Ling Jun raised his eyebrows and stepped into the house in three and two steps.

I was so frightened that I hurriedly got into the bed, for fear of showing any flaws and being caught and beaten by him.

After two seconds, only a muffled low laugh came from outside the thick quilt.

Uh, it seems to be ridiculed.

【92】

Mr. Ling and I confessed that it was Valentine’s Day, February 14th.

There are no carefully prepared chocolates, no fragrant roses, and even the confession process is hasty and chaotic.

That day, as usual, I talked with Lingjun on the phone. I sighed on the phone: “I really don’t like it. No one gave me chocolates, and no one confessed to me. I envy other people.”

Ling Jun hesitated for a while, and whispered: “I like you.”

“I like you too.” I’m relatively straightforward, and I often talk about my friends’ likes.

“It’s not like a friend.” Ling Jun solemnly added another sentence.

Hearing this, I froze in place as if struck by lightning.

Is the like of a friend the one between lovers?

I’m not so sure, but I’m at a loss-I don’t know what kind of feelings I have with Ling Jun, because I have never been in love, and I am very unfamiliar with the feelings of love, and I can’t be sure of my own mind. The only thing I can know is that if I reject Ling Jun, he will definitely not talk to me like this. Even because of embarrassment, he avoided me.

Whatever is good, just don’t alienate me.

So I returned an ambiguous “Oh”, which means I know.

Ling Jun thought it was a sign that I agreed, and the next day he regarded himself as a boyfriend.

It was too late for me to come back to my senses.

This thief ship couldn’t get to the shore.

【93】

Think of a girl’s heart pounding.

Before falling in love, I once dreamed of more ambiguous scenes, probably kissing. The object was actually Mr. Ling. Obviously, there should be no girlish feelings for Mr. Ling at that time.

The next day, I was full of thoughts, and it was hard to tell. Facing Mr. Ling’s probing eyes, he ran away and said: “I dreamt that I kissed Mr. Z.”

Mr. Z is a classmate of my cram school, about the same age as Mr. Ling, except that he is a student and Mr. Ling is the “teacher” who helps with translation.

Ling Jun’s voice was slightly cold, and he asked weakly, “Do you like him?”

“It’s just a dream. The dream is illogical, and I don’t know what’s going on.” I just perfunctorily.

According to Ling Jun, he was so uncomfortable that he had never felt so uncomfortable. When I saw Mr. Z, he didn’t have a good face and wanted to compete with him.

Two days later, perhaps because of concealment of Mr. Zero, he was condemned and tortured in his conscience, so I honestly confessed, “I told you something very embarrassing. The one I dreamed of was not Mr. Z. ,It’s you.”

Ling Jun’s tone became more relaxed, as if he was doing his best to comfort me, and said: “This is a normal thing, and I have dreamed of you.”

I asked curiously: “Is that the same thing?”

For a moment, Ling Jun was stunned and vaguely said: “I mean, because we are close, it is normal to dream of each other. And friends are also possessive, as each other’s best friends, I don’t allow you to make friends with other people. I’ll be jealous. Can you understand?”

I thought about it, and recalled that a few days ago, a young and beautiful girl came to the cram school, and the principal asked Ling Jun to give her counseling. At that time, I went downstairs to look for changers, and when I heard the voices of them talking in the house, I was also lost for a while. So he turned around and left, not wanting to touch such a warm “teacher and student” picture.

After returning home, he also had a bad temper with Mr. Ling on the phone, and he still can’t figure out why.

At that time, I was calm on the surface, but inside was already rough. Maybe I have such a strong possessive desire for Ling Jun, as he said.

“Me too, so you don’t want to teach others subjects, can you?”

“Okay, it’s agreed.”

“Ok!”

Now think about it, I was completely deceived by him-which friend would be as overbearing as him, and once he was identified, he would be locked around.