Little Blind Girl - Chapter 4

The guy’s actions were a little forceful, and he almost emptied the bottle into Su Ruan’s mouth without waiting for her reaction. Su Ruan was shocked by the coldness, but her mouth opened involuntarily. Her throat was filled with cold liquid, and the icy sensation went all the way to the top of her head.

It was an icy cola.

She hadn’t had this drink in a long time. Her family only ever let her drink cold boiled water and tea.

Ke Congying couldn’t take his gaze away from her bright red lips that had been moistened by the Coke. He even failed to turn the bottle’s mouth upright, so it dipped straight down. Su Ruan choked, turning her head to the side coughing, a stain appearing on her chest.

“Ah, I’m sorry.” Ke Congying reached out to wipe her clothes. After a few strokes, he came into contact with something very soft and quickly stopped his hands and glanced up.

She was dressed in the school uniform with the zipper at the neckline open, and the white clothes underneath were pretty thin. The softness enveloped in the bra was exposed and the shape was enhanced after being soaked in cola. Bulging spheres separated by a narrow ditch in the middle.

Ke Congying immediately felt parched, his eyes drawn as if attracted by some force. However, he felt he was too obscene, so he forced himself to look away. When he looked up, he noticed that her chin and lips were covered in cola. Just as he reached out to help her wipe it off, Su Ruan stuck out her tongue and licked the cola on her lips.

“Fuck…” Ke Congying cursed in a low voice and looked down; he was shamefully stiff again.

He hastily yanked at his tented trousers. Seeing that the two of them had stayed on the road for too long, he swiftly pulled Su Ruan and the cane in her hand across the road to the opposite side.

For as long as Su Ruan could remember, no one had ever helped pull her across the road. The guiding rod in her hand was the only thing she could rely on. This was the first time she had been dragged across the road by the arm by a stranger since growing up. Because she couldn’t see anything, she could only follow the boy’s footsteps. Smelling the sweat and cigarette smoke on his body, she was led by him to the opposite side of the road.

Upon arrival, Ke Congying let go of her hand and stuffed the bottle of drink into her hand.

“It’s all yours, there’s more than half left.” His voice sounded unusually hoarse.

Su Ruan’s parents never gave her such drinks, and she usually didn’t dare to drink them. She pushed it back to him, but because she couldn’t see where he was, her direction was a bit off and ended up right on his lower abdomen.

Her hand was soft and holding the bottle of Coke. The bottle was clearly giving off a refreshing coolness, but Ke Congying felt the fire that had just been extinguished surge again, making his lower half painfully hard.

“Are you sure you want to give it to me?” He reached out to take it, holding her hand deliberately. The little hand was so white and soft.

Su Ruan stiffly withdrew her hand. She fumbled for the cane, grasped it, and resumed walking. Behind her, she heard a swallowing sound. The boy was drinking the cola she had just drank. Su Ruan froze for a second before continuing to walk without looking back.

Ke Congying drank the Coke in one gulp. He was reluctant to throw away the bottle, still clutching it in his arms. He ran a few steps and caught up to Su Ruan, trailing her.

Su Ruan hurried forward a few steps, almost as if fleeing from something, until she heard her parents’ voices.

“Ruanruan, you’re back? Oh, why are your clothes wet? Where’s the cloth strip? Why is it gone? Did your classmates bully you again?”

Ke Congying came to a halt and watched as Su Ruan was led home by her parents. Before the door was closed, he heard Su Ruan’s soft voice give a response in the negative. He took out the pink cloth strip from his pocket, put it to his nose and inhaled lightly. A girlish fragrance lingered on the cloth strip, accompanied by a slightly fruity shampoo scent that wafted into his nostrils. He glanced down at himself, and found his pants were tented again.

“Fuck…”