After Escaping Marriage - Chapter 105
Chapter 105
High mountains, red stamens; aquatic plants, lush and green.
Gulp—
Cheng Zhanxi’s swallow was astonishingly loud, reaching her eardrums like a drumstick beating.
So much so that her head began to spin, and she didn’t notice the flaws in Yu Qingtang’s series of actions at all. Her first instinct was to react subconsciously. She covered her eyes with her palm and retreated step by step, “Excuse me, I’ll wait for you outside.”
Yu Qingtang: “…”
Cheng Zhanxi retreated to a safe distance, lowered her head, turned, and quickly went out, not daring to look even once more.
Yu Qingtang woodenly turned off the shower, pulled over a bath towel to dry herself, and put on her pajamas.
Just as she reached the bathroom door, it opened on its own, and Cheng Zhanxi rushed in anxiously, “Yu Qingtang, I…”
She stopped in time, narrowly avoiding bumping into Yu Qingtang.
Yu Qingtang looked at her with a plain face, her voice heavy, devoid of emotional fluctuation, “You what?”
Cheng Zhanxi lowered her stance, saying ingratiatingly, “Baby, I was wrong.”
Yu Qingtang didn’t ask her what she did wrong, but instead turned sideways and walked past her.
Cheng Zhanxi pulled her back and hugged her.
“I was wrong, I was really wrong,” Cheng Zhanxi said. “You were too beautiful, I didn’t react in time.”
Yu Qingtang initially had a bit of anger, but Cheng Zhanxi’s words turned that anger into two parts shyness and one part embarrassed rage. She tried to break free from her embrace, gently pushed Cheng Zhanxi’s shoulder, and chided softly, “Go take a shower.”
Cheng Zhanxi placed her hands around her waist from behind, lowered her head, and kissed her lips, “Shall we shower together again?”
Her answer was Yu Qingtang’s blushing face and the increased force with which she pushed her shoulder.
Once was enough, but not twice. Cheng Zhanxi sighed, accepting the fact that she had missed this golden opportunity.
Cheng Zhanxi let her go and said, “Then I’ll go take a shower. I won’t close the door. If you want to, come in.”
Yu Qingtang lightly hit her arm.
Cheng Zhanxi smiled.
She took her slip nightgown into the bathroom and couldn’t help but sigh again as the hot water showered down on her.
If she had reacted a little faster just now and understood that Yu Qingtang was deliberately seducing her, she wouldn’t be showering alone right now. The two of them should be in the glass shower stall, doing this and that, entangled, two kinds of water sounds intermingling, with Yu Qingtang’s involuntary moans in her ears.
Yesterday in the village, she had been holding back terribly; today, she should make up for last night.
Cheng Zhanxi looked down at the bite mark on her finger, which was no longer visible, and smiled.
But it was also because Cheng Zhanxi didn’t understand her well enough, thinking she was a shy, reserved, proper, and conservative person. When they made love, Cheng Zhanxi always coaxed her again and again, afraid she couldn’t accept it. She never expected Yu Qingtang’s “level” had already developed to that of a “seductive bottom,” greatly exceeding Cheng Zhanxi’s expectations.
With this realization, Cheng Zhanxi believed their future life would be even more “colorful.” What she wanted, Yu Qingtang definitely wanted too, so…
Then don’t blame her for not holding back.
—Did you call me? I didn’t hear you.
Cheng Zhanxi recalled Yu Qingtang’s feigned serious tone and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
What to do if your girlfriend is too cute.
Cheng Zhanxi showered quickly, both fast and clean, paying particular attention to certain areas. It was just that while washing and fantasizing, her legs felt a bit weak. The thought of Yu Qingtang outside almost made her resort to self-pleasure again. But then, remembering it was her girlfriend outside, that idea vanished.
The current Cheng Zhanxi was no longer the Cheng Zhanxi from a month ago in the Jiangning County hotel! She was Yu Qingtang’s girlfriend, Cheng Zhanxi!
Yu Qingtang’s fingers didn’t look any shorter than hers; they were very nimble when writing on the blackboard and drawing diagrams in class.
As soon as the sound of water from the bathroom stopped, Yu Qingtang put down her phone and looked towards the bathroom door.
Cheng Zhanxi came out, leaning on the doorframe.
Yu Qingtang: “???”
Cheng Zhanxi hadn’t expected that just leaning for a moment would be noticed by Yu Qingtang. She quickly straightened up, looking energetic.
Yu Qingtang was even more puzzled.
What’s she doing?
Cheng Zhanxi walked to the bedside table, took out the hairdryer, plugged it in, and then beckoned to Yu Qingtang.
Yu Qingtang understood and walked over, sat on the edge of the bed with her back to Cheng Zhanxi. Cheng Zhanxi’s long fingers gently combed through her long hair; the warm air from the dryer was a comfortable temperature.
Yu Qingtang suddenly wanted to look at the person behind her.
Cheng Zhanxi quickly pulled the hairdryer back just in time to avoid hitting Yu Qingtang’s suddenly turned head.
“What’s wrong?” She turned off the hairdryer so she could hear Yu Qingtang speak clearly.
Yu Qingtang wrapped her arms around her waist, rested her cheek against her chest, and tightened her arms.
Cheng Zhanxi gently patted her back with her left hand, put down the hairdryer with her right, and stood there embracing her.
Yu Qingtang hugged tighter and tighter. Cheng Zhanxi felt a little pain from the squeeze but silently endured it without saying anything.
Just as she frowned, Yu Qingtang released her, looked up at her, the upward-tilting beauty mark at the corner of her left eye adding a delicate charm. Her pale pink lips parted slightly, her breath like orchids.
This was killing her.
Cheng Zhanxi supported her waist, pushed her down onto the bed, and kissed her fiercely.
Grinding, pulling, tangling, exchanging.
The hormones in the air were like fuel, instantly ignited.
Yu Qingtang tightly wrapped her arms around her neck, recklessly responding to her. Cheng Zhanxi’s long hair, not yet dried, dripped water, staining the bedsheet with dark patches.
Occasionally, the cool, damp hair brushed against Yu Qingtang’s arm, making her shiver slightly.
Cheng Zhanxi wanted to dry her hair first, but Yu Qingtang hooked her arm around her and wouldn’t let go, bold and proactive to an unreasonable degree.
But at this moment, there was no time to worry about what was reasonable or not. Cheng Zhanxi reached around her knees, picked her up, and sat her back on the edge of the bed. She looked at Yu Qingtang’s already hazy eyes, mist-filled pupils, the faint red flush at the corners of her eyes, and knelt on one knee before her.
Yu Qingtang supported herself with both hands on the bedsheet behind her, impatiently offering herself to the woman’s lips.
The rise and fall of her chest became more and more intense, and she found it increasingly difficult to control herself. Her elbows gradually weakened, and she fell back onto the bed, her long fingers curling as she saw the ceiling sway in a moist world.
After a half-minute of blankness in her mind, she moved the back of her hand from her eyes and, through the still slightly swaying, glaring white light, saw Cheng Zhanxi sitting beside her.
Real? Or an illusion?
“What’s wrong with you?” Cheng Zhanxi in the white light asked her, her voice sounding as if it was coming through a layer of misty glass.
Yu Qingtang’s long hair was disheveled as she lay on the starry-blue bedsheet and softly uttered two words, “Kiss me.”
Cheng Zhanxi’s expression faltered slightly, then she obediently leaned down and kissed her.
Her lips were very hot, very wet, having stirred in the abyss of desire, melting into Yu Qingtang’s lips and teeth.
Yu Qingtang choked and coughed, reaching out to push Cheng Zhanxi away.
The white light disappeared, and the glass between her and Cheng Zhanxi also vanished. Cheng Zhanxi’s lips glistened as she supported herself with one hand beside her, her gentle voice clearly reaching Yu Qingtang’s ears, “What’s wrong, baby?”
Yu Qingtang turned on her side and hugged her, burying her face in her neck, her heart gradually calming down.
“Nothing.” She nuzzled Cheng Zhanxi’s neck with affection, her expression relaxed.
Cheng Zhanxi stroked her long hair.
Yu Qingtang was bare. Cheng Zhanxi, afraid she would catch a cold, pulled the nearby quilt over her and got up to dry her own hair.
Yu Qingtang, wrapped in the quilt with only her head showing, watched her without blinking.
Cheng Zhanxi put away the hairdryer. Yu Qingtang still maintained her previous posture, only her pair of dark eyes followed Cheng Zhanxi’s movements, turning this way and that, finally fixing as Cheng Zhanxi’s figure grew larger in her pupils.
Cheng Zhanxi lifted the quilt and lay down.
“Do I look good?”
“Mm-hmm.”
As the “Mm-hmm” faded, Yu Qingtang snuggled into her embrace.
Cheng Zhanxi stiffened. Why wasn’t she wearing pajamas?
Cheng Zhanxi was in a dilemma: to hug or not to hug, to take off her own clothes or not to.
Cheng Zhanxi pretended nothing was amiss and hugged her as usual. She turned her head to look at the digital clock and said, “It’s already past twelve so quickly?”
Yu Qingtang’s eyes were clear, “Mm-hmm.”
Cheng Zhanxi asked, “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”
Yu Qingtang looked at her and said, “I guess so?”
If it is, it is. Why the “I guess so”?
Cheng Zhanxi asked tentatively, “Then shall we sleep?”
Yu Qingtang countered, “Do you want to sleep?”
Cheng Zhanxi said, “I’ll listen to you.”
Yu Qingtang silently pressed her lips together.
Cheng Zhanxi’s hand under the quilt moved restlessly, also a form of probing.
Yu Qingtang closed her eyes and tilted back her long, fair neck.
Cheng Zhanxi turned off the light.
Not long after, a nightgown was thrown onto the wooden floor.
Sounds that would make one blush echoed in the bedroom.
The next morning.
The automatic curtains of the bedroom’s floor-to-ceiling window opened, and pale golden dawn light spread across the dark floor. Yu Qingtang sat up in bed, waking up.
The sound of water from the shower room reached her ears.
After last night, they both fell asleep instantly, only managing a quick clean-up. Cheng Zhanxi loved cleanliness and went to shower as soon as she got up.
Next to the slippers beside the bed was a trash can with crumpled tissues and two wet wipes at the bottom. Yu Qingtang wondered if it was her imagination, but a faint, decadent scent seemed to drift into her nostrils.
Yu Qingtang recalled the two passionate encounters she had initiated last night by seducing Cheng Zhanxi, pulled the quilt higher, and covered her face.
When Cheng Zhanxi came out of the bathroom, she saw the familiar “girlfriend-brand” little mound.
Cheng Zhanxi pulled the little mound, person and quilt included, into her arms, kneading it repeatedly before uncovering the quilt. Yu Qingtang lowered her eyes evasively, not daring to look at her, and buried her face in her chest.
Cheng Zhanxi thought she was lazing in bed and said, “Want to sleep a bit longer?”
Yu Qingtang said in a muffled voice, “If I sleep more, I’ll be late.”
“Three minutes should be fine. Want to sleep?”
“Yes.” After saying that, Yu Qingtang closed her eyes and fell straight back.
Cheng Zhanxi found it amusing.
She tucked the quilt corners for Yu Qingtang, leaned over, and kissed her forehead, “I’ll come in to wake you in three minutes.”
Yu Qingtang didn’t answer, her breathing even.
Of course, her acting was poor, and Cheng Zhanxi saw at a glance that she was pretending to be asleep.
Cheng Zhanxi played along and went out, not deliberately standing at the door waiting to see her “wonderful” expression.
Yu Qingtang opened her eyes, and after confirming that Cheng Zhanxi had really left, went to the washroom to freshen up.
She opened the bedroom door and smelled a fresh floral fragrance. In the center of the living room was a princess-pink double hanging chair, adorned with white feathers. Outside, the sunlight was perfect.
Yu Qingtang suddenly realized she was now at Cheng Zhanxi’s home, and from now on, the two of them would be together in the same space from morning till night, sticking close to each other.
Yu Qingtang walked to the kitchen and watched Cheng Zhanxi’s busy back as she wore an apron for a while. Then she returned to the living room to look at the blooming white lilies on the coffee table. Finally, she sat in the hanging chair and swayed for a bit, picked up the book Cheng Zhanxi was halfway through reading. The content inside looked very familiar. She flipped back to the cover, which read: “Basic Mathematics.”
Cheng Zhanxi brought the prepared breakfast to the dining table. Yu Qingtang put down the book and asked as she walked over, “Are you interested in mathematics?”
She remembered that Cheng Zhanxi would get sleepy just looking at math. Could this book’s purpose be hypnosis?
Cheng Zhanxi said, “Not really.” She followed Yu Qingtang’s gaze and said with understanding, “I’m not interested, but seeing how much you like it, I thought I’d try to understand it a bit.”
Yu Qingtang went into the kitchen to get chopsticks and spoons, saying, “Is there anything you don’t understand?”
Cheng Zhanxi replied from the dining room, “Yes.”
Cheng Zhanxi took the chopsticks she handed over. The two sat facing each other, and Yu Qingtang asked her, “What part don’t you understand?”
Cheng Zhanxi took a sip of soup and said, “I don’t understand any of it.”
Yu Qingtang had wanted to say she could teach her what she didn’t understand, but the words got stuck in her throat.
Cheng Zhanxi looked at her and smiled, saying, “I was just casually looking, didn’t expect to understand it, and don’t want to delve into it. Math and I are mortal enemies. Besides, would you stop liking me if I don’t understand math?”
Yu Qingtang said seriously, “No.”
Cheng Zhanxi recalled an old matter and said, “Oh right, were you reading art history during Chinese New Year?”
Yu Qingtang nodded.
Cheng Zhanxi said, “Your reason for reading art history and my reason for looking at basic mathematics should be the same.”
Yu Qingtang thought to herself, It’s different. I was afraid Cheng Zhanxi would get tired of me because I don’t understand art and we wouldn’t have common ground.
Cheng Zhanxi suddenly said “Oh,” and added, “Actually, it’s different. You like art.”
Yu Qingtang was silent for a moment, then asked, “What if I didn’t like art?”
Cheng Zhanxi: “If you don’t like it, you don’t like it. I don’t like math either. We each have our own hobbies and fields. If we were exactly the same, why would I be in a relationship with you? Why wouldn’t I just date a mirror?”
Yu Qingtang’s lips twitched into a slight smile.
Cheng Zhanxi knew about her insecurity, so she didn’t try to reason with her with grand principles, but said bluntly, “Anyway, I just like you. Besides being with me, don’t even think about other options in this lifetime.”
Yu Qingtang smiled and sighed, “I know.”
Cheng Zhanxi tapped the bowl in front of her with the tip of her chopsticks and said, “Eat your breakfast.”
Yu Qingtang lowered her head and ate her noodles.
Cheng Zhanxi asked casually, “Not going to take a picture and post it on Moments?”
Yu Qingtang looked up at her and started fumbling for her phone.
Cheng Zhanxi chuckled, then felt a slight pang of sadness for her.
Yu Qingtang took the photo and wanted Cheng Zhanxi to check it before posting it on Moments. Cheng Zhanxi didn’t look, saying, “You post yours, I’ll go give you a like later.”
Yu Qingtang sat in the dining chair, deleting and editing, her noodles getting cold.
Cheng Zhanxi sighed and said, “You can eat your noodles first and post it later, there’s still time.”
Yu Qingtang’s gaze shifted between her noodles and her phone. After a few seconds, she posted her edited Moments update and picked up her noodle bowl.
Cheng Zhanxi went back to her room to change clothes and, in the bedroom, opened Yu Qingtang’s Moments.
The picture was of two bowls of noodles.
The caption: “Like it so much, so much, so much.”
No subject or object, unclear reference.
Cheng Zhanxi gave it a like, showing she was the first person to do so. Until before the morning reading session, she didn’t see any mutual friends comment or like it.
Cheng Zhanxi borrowed Ge Jing’s phone in the office, went into Yu Qingtang’s album, and didn’t find this Moments post.
Cheng Zhanxi couldn’t stop beaming.
Ge Jing intuitively felt she had “shipped” something sweet and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Cheng Zhanxi returned the phone to her and waved her hand, “Nothing.”
Ge Jing thought to herself, Your eyes are practically disappearing from smiling so much, and you say it’s nothing?
But she couldn’t possibly get the specifics from Cheng Zhanxi, so she had to create a lot of “sugar” in her own imagination, making herself dizzy from “shipping” them.
Cheng Zhanxi wrote the first and only comment on Yu Qingtang’s Moments post that day: I also like you so much, so much, so much.
Yu Qingtang returned from Class Seven, walked towards her seat in the corner without looking sideways, not daring to glance at Cheng Zhanxi.
Buzz—
Yu Qingtang picked up her vibrating phone.
[Cheng Zhanxi]: Reply to my comment
Yu Qingtang covered her burning ear with one hand and replied to the comment: I know.
After that, she locked her phone screen, placed it face down on the desk, and immersed herself in the work before her.
As a dedicated homeroom teacher, Yu Qingtang’s daily work was trivial and busy. Moreover, some work had piled up because they went out on Saturday and Sunday. At school, she didn’t have much time for Cheng Zhanxi. She also had to supervise students during evening self-study. Only one or two days a week could she get off work in the evening. After returning home, she had to prepare lessons until nine or ten, then wash up and go to bed, with no extra time for pleasure.
Cheng Zhanxi wanted to take a “mandarin duck bath” with her, but seeing Yu Qingtang almost falling asleep as she entered the bathroom, she couldn’t bear to trouble her.
When Cheng Zhanxi came out, Yu Qingtang was already asleep.
In Cheng Zhanxi’s bed at her home, she seemed to sleep particularly soundly.
The finger cots in Cheng Zhanxi’s bedside table had never been used. They were supposed to be used last Sunday night, but Yu Qingtang disrupted her plan, making her come hastily once. The second time, Cheng Zhanxi saw it was too late; if she started something, it wouldn’t be resolved quickly. So she wanted to wait for a time when they were less constrained, for example, the next Saturday and Sunday when they didn’t have to work, to enjoy themselves to the fullest.
But she forgot one thing: Yu Qingtang had to go back to her maternal grandmother’s house in the old district. Since this semester began, Yu Qingtang had maintained a frequency of going home once every half month. She didn’t go back last week, so she couldn’t skip it again this week.
Cheng Zhanxi wanted to go back with her. Her childhood friend, Jin Siyue, sent her a message on Friday morning: 【Are you free?】
Cheng Zhanxi: 【Yes】
Jin Siyue: 【I’m buying a plane ticket now, arriving at six. Is that okay?】
Cheng Zhanxi: 【Okay】
Jin Siyue: 【Bring your wife when you pick me up】
Cheng Zhanxi: 【Hiss, are you coming to see me or my wife?】
Jin Siyue: 【Hahahahaha】
Cheng Zhanxi: 【Not letting you see her, no way】
Cheng Zhanxi looked up from her desk and glanced at Yu Qingtang diagonally opposite, whose ten fingers were flying across the keyboard. What a beautiful pair of hands.
Yu Qingtang stopped her hands and looked over.
Cheng Zhanxi, while others in the office weren’t paying attention, blew her a kiss.
Yu Qingtang bit her lip and smiled.
As soon as class ended, Cheng Zhanxi eagerly dragged her stool over, took Yu Qingtang’s hand, and said in a low voice, “I have a childhood friend arriving at six this afternoon. Will you come with me to pick her up from the airport?”
Yu Qingtang was slightly surprised, “Me?”
Cheng Zhanxi nodded.
Yu Qingtang said, “Yu Jianxing?”
Cheng Zhanxi smiled and explained, “No, Yu Jianxing is someone I met when I was studying. This one grew up with me since childhood, and our parents know each other too. Her name is Jin Siyue. You can find her encyclopedia online and look it up.”
Yu Qingtang wasn’t particularly interested in the beginning or end of this sentence, but paid more attention to the middle parts: “grew up together since childhood” and “our parents know each other too.” Rounding up, did this make Jin Siyue almost like half a parent-in-law figure?
Yu Qingtang hesitated, “Does she know about me? If I go with you, won’t it be strange?”
Hearing this, Cheng Zhanxi laughed loudly, “Baby, what are you thinking? There’s no one around me who doesn’t know about you.”
She might not have controlled her volume for that sentence, and the noisy office during the break instantly fell silent.
Teachers and students all looked towards the corner where the voice came from.
The two immediately became the focus of everyone’s attention in the office.
Yu Qingtang’s face burned like fire. Cheng Zhanxi stood up from her chair, shielding Yu Qingtang with her back.
After a dozen or so seconds, the office returned to its usual liveliness.
Coincidentally, other class representatives from Class Seven were in the office at that time to hand in homework to teachers. After returning, they quickly spread the firsthand news to everyone in Class Seven.
Do you know what Teacher Cheng calls Teacher Yu?
The gossip-loving students: “What does she call her?”
The class representative looked at the closed doors and windows of the classroom, the drawn curtains, and the students eagerly awaiting gossip, like hungry chicks waiting to be fed. She opened her mouth, her face reddening first, too embarrassed to say those two words out loud.
She picked up a piece of chalk from the teacher’s desk and neatly wrote two words on the blackboard.
Footsteps sounded outside the door. A student sitting in the front row by the door, acting as a lookout, peeked and said, “The teacher is here!!!”
The curtains were suddenly pulled open, and sunlight poured in. The class representative on the platform heard the warning and retreated, sitting back in her seat.
The subject teacher walked in, saw the words on the blackboard, made an “Hmm?” sound, and read them out softly, “Baby?”
The Class Seven students in the classroom, who hadn’t had a chance to exclaim yet, let out restrained, soft gasps of surprise.
Lian Yabing: “Ah, I’m dead.”
She wanted to fall into her deskmate’s embrace to her left, but a murderous glare came from that direction. Lian Yabing shot upright and, as a second best, slumped onto her desk, looking aggrieved.
The subject teacher stood at the platform, looked at the students’ reactions below, then at the words on the blackboard, and thought that probably some student had openly confessed their love in the classroom.
Kids these days, really. They didn’t even write a name on it, so she couldn’t even get the full gossip.
The subject teacher said, “This song is quite nice,” glossed over it, and had the student on duty erase the blackboard.
After class, Li Lan closed the book in front of her, placed both hands on the desk, and prepared to stand up.
A figure dashed past in the aisle, stirring up a gust of wind.
Li Lan closed her eyes and opened them again; Lian Yabing, who was just an aisle away, had disappeared.
Her deskmate smiled sheepishly at the Class Monitor and raised both hands.
Li Lan calmly stood up, put her hands in her pockets, and walked out of the classroom.
Lian Yabing came out of the girls’ restroom and looked up to see Li Lan standing a few steps away.
Li Lan smiled faintly, “What a coincidence.”
Lian Yabing’s smile stiffened, “What a coincidence, you came to use the restroom too? I’ve already finished, so I won’t keep you company.”
The moment they passed each other, Li Lan took her hand out of her school uniform pocket and, without looking, seized the girl’s slender wrist.
Yu Qingtang agreed to go with Cheng Zhanxi to pick up Jin Siyue from the airport.
She searched for Jin Siyue online. The encyclopedia entry was so long she couldn’t scroll to the end, almost blinding her. Moreover, given her level of face blindness, she actually found this person somewhat familiar. Then she picked up the yogurt carton beside her and clearly saw the small print on it: Brand Ambassador: Jin Siyue.
Yu Qingtang had no concept of how famous a celebrity was. She remembered Cheng Zhanxi saying Jin Siyue was an unpopular minor celebrity, and if Cheng Zhanxi debuted, she would easily surpass Jin Siyue. So she just glanced at it roughly, then put it out of her mind, focusing on Jin Siyue’s status as almost a “parental figure” to Cheng Zhanxi.
“Go shopping at the mall?”
Yu Qingtang had been mulling it over for almost the entire morning before she finally mustered the courage to say this to Cheng Zhanxi.
Her wardrobe was full of black and gray clothes. Apart from pajamas, she didn’t have a single brightly colored outfit. How could she meet the “parental figure”? She wanted to make a good first impression.
Cheng Zhanxi didn’t press further and said with a smile, “Okay.”
She picked up Yu Qingtang’s bag and said, “We’re not going to the cafeteria today. After we finish shopping, we’ll see what to eat.”
Yu Qingtang said okay and took Cheng Zhanxi’s outstretched hand.
Cheng Zhanxi said, “Buy a few more pieces, so you can rotate them for daily wear.”
Yu Qingtang also said okay.
This was the first time they went shopping for clothes at a mall since getting together. They went out at noon. Yu Qingtang’s proactive change was actually for Jin Siyue, whom she hadn’t even met or heard. Although, in essence, it was because she liked Cheng Zhanxi, Cheng Zhanxi still felt like she had overturned seventeen or eighteen vats of vinegar, feeling quite sour inside.
On the way to the mall, she took out her phone and sent a message to Jin Siyue.
[Cheng Zhanxi]: Have you boarded the plane?
[Jin Siyue]: In the departure lounge. What’s up?
[Cheng Zhanxi]: How about you just cancel your ticket?
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