Cross the Boundary GL - Chapter 13

Qin Song quickly lowered the corners of her mouth, indifferently checking the situation.

The windshield in front of the driver’s seat was completely shattered, and the broken glass shards fell onto her. Her forehead and face were scratched to varying degrees.

The car wasn’t going fast, but the turn was sharp. She had slammed on the brakes before hitting the pillar, but a truck behind them couldn’t stop in time. So, the moment they hit the pillar, she could only try to steer the car towards the driver’s side to protect the passenger side from the impact.

When Li Chu lifted her head, Qin Song had just pulled her hand back, and the tattoo on her arm was faintly bleeding.

She turned off the engine and, with two sharp rips, pulled tissues from the twisted armrest box. The sound was startling on the silent roadside.

After wiping the blood from her face, Qin Song looked at Li Chu.

In the pitch black, Li Chu didn’t know if she was cold or scared. Her body trembled as she curled up, her hands clutching the seatbelt tightly.

At the moment of impact, Qin Song had instinctively reached out and tightened the only safety belt securing Li Chu. Li Chu hadn’t been thrown forward, but Qin Song herself hadn’t been able to avoid the shattered glass.

But the rare quickening of her heart returned to normal with a thud, like a tiny pebble dropped into a deep, dark sea. There was no time to figure out why she had that impulse before peace was restored.

She looked at Li Chu, who, though full of post-crash shock, was completely unharmed. She gave a self-mocking smile. She had been out of control for too long, and too many thoughts were bubbling up, making it impossible to sort them out.

Ultimately, the initiator of this car crash was also due to a loss of control. She felt that her body and mind hadn’t been her own lately.

The wait for the traffic police and rescue was long. Li Chu was blown by the cold night wind for half an hour, but still couldn’t understand why Qin Song had suddenly lashed out.

She had just said not to argue with someone as explosive as Lin Zhiyan in public. How had that equated to putting them in the same category?

But on second thought, Qin Song was a person who couldn’t stand a single grain of sand in her eye. Even putting her name next to Li Chu’s might be considered a defilement.

Li Chu pursed her lips. The wind made it hard for her to open her eyes, so she half-squinted, trying to guess the direction. “Are you okay? Take the tissues out of the car. Your wound is still bleeding.”

Strangely, Qin Song was injured, while she was fine, apart from the marks on her collarbone left by the seatbelt.

Qin Song silently lit a cigarette in the wind.

She had a deep wound on her head that wouldn’t stop bleeding. The thick, sticky blood flowed down her forehead, making her features look sharp and aggressive.

Whenever it reached her eye corner, Qin Song would wipe it away with her wrist. Unknowingly, the back of her hand was also stained red, making her tattoo look even more eerie.

Li Chu took the initiative, leaning towards the car window to get a whole box of tissues from the bottom of the armrest box.

She turned back with the tissues in her arms. The slender cigarette in Qin Song’s hand formed a halo of light, adding a touch of warmth to the bleak darkness.

Li Chu hesitated for a long time, then tentatively reached out to wipe her hand.

The moment the tissue touched her hand, Qin Song instinctively dodged. But Li Chu was persistent. She took a step forward, determined to continue.

Qin Song didn’t move again, just stared at the person in front of her without any expression.

She felt her mind was split in two. One half was like a caged beast, tearing and gnawing at the other.

After wiping her hand, Li Chu looked up and said very seriously, “Could you crouch down a little? I’ll help you wipe your forehead.”

She paused, then added, “The wound is deep, it will hurt.”

This was like a barrier that could temporarily seal Qin Song’s psychological unwillingness to be touched. The pain was the enhancement, the rope that bound her.

Sometimes Qin Song felt that pain controlled her thoughts and actions, her desires… perhaps it was a burden.

Seeing that she didn’t speak, Li Chu took it as a silent agreement. She walked over, raised her hand, and gently placed the soft tissue on the wound.

Qin Song didn’t bend down. She wasn’t used to accommodating anyone, even if that person was helping to wipe her wound.

Her damp hair piled on her shoulder, like a blooming black flower. Qin Song exhaled a puff of smoke that rose slowly, setting off her dark hair and the night, creating an indescribable sense of intimacy.

Li Chu’s arm got tired, so she simply bent down and moved a little closer. Her cheek was almost touching the other’s lips.

These lips were warm, a stark contrast to their owner’s temperature. Li Chu had kissed them countless times but had never been able to draw any warmth from them.

Their kisses seemed to be just an additive layered on top of their needs. Too much felt fake, too little felt like something was missing.

The pressed nerve pulled at her temple, sending waves of pain. Suddenly, her finger felt hot. Qin Song lowered her eyes. The cigarette had burned to the end. She slowly let go and dropped it to the ground.

A gust of wind blew the cigarette along the road and into the bushes, out of sight. Qin Song refocused her attention on the person in front of her.

The wound seemed quite deep. Li Chu went through three tissues and it still wasn’t enough, so she struggled to pull out a fourth to pile on top.

Qin Song held her hand.

Perhaps it was because there were no lights on the roadside, but Li Chu felt that Qin Song’s eyes weren’t as blank and lifeless as usual. The dried-up well suddenly filled with a clear spring, catching her off guard.

“No need to wipe anymore,” Qin Song said. She squeezed Li Chu’s wrist and pressed it to the side, then lowered her own body.

Li Chu saw the black metal. Qin Song had a new tongue piercing, like a black candy stuck to her tongue, making Li Chu want to lick it.

So, her eyelashes fluttered. She lifted her chin and leaned in.

Soon, Qin Song took the lead, capturing Li Chu’s lip bead, from a light peck to a deep grinding kiss.

Li Chu’s thoughts became chaotic. In the confusion, she mumbled, “If you don’t like any unequal relationships, then what are we doing right now?”

Qin Song’s movements paused. She let go of the kiss, but her nose bridge was still connected to Li Chu’s. This pose made them look intimate, but Qin Song’s unfeeling expression made the action seem superfluous.

The blood on her head hadn’t completely stopped. Two streams had even flowed into her eyes, giving them a look of bloodshed.

Qin Song was unmoved, looking at Li Chu with a cold gaze.

When she leaned in again, the scratch on Li Chu’s collarbone felt cold, followed by a persistent, magnified pain.

Qin Song opened her mouth and bit down, her teeth firmly sinking in. When a piece of her flesh was suddenly seized, Li Chu instinctively struggled. Qin Song’s hand wrapped around her shoulder blade, locking them in place.

Li Chu was not like her. She didn’t crave pain. She only felt a spider web-like sensation spreading all over her body, causing her to lose control.

So, she reached out and wrapped her arms around Qin Song’s waist. The slim arm pressed against a very slender waist, suggesting how thin the owner of the waist was.

As her arms tightened, the weight on her shoulder disappeared, and the overly bony waist was also withdrawn without emotion.

The person who was let go immediately covered her collarbone with her palm.

Her palm was damp. Li Chu didn’t even have to look to know it was bleeding, because just a slight touch made the bones under her fingers throb and burn as if they were on fire.

The curve of Qin Song’s mouth, which was devoid of any arc, was now a vibrant red, as if she had held a rose in her mouth. “You’ll do this, too.”

The corners of Li Chu’s eyes were tinged with crimson. Her lips trembled. The pain was so intense that her body involuntarily shivered.

“You’ll reach out and hug me.” Qin Song’s dark eyes were deeper than the shadows of the trees behind her. These ambiguous words were spoken by Qin Song in a completely detached manner. “Why can’t I kiss you?”

This was the first time Li Chu had heard such an unreasonable statement. She found it hard to understand, but if these words came from Qin Song, they seemed to become logical.

Qin Song’s logic was self-contained, and Li Chu had no way to refute it. She quietly opened her palm, which contained splotches of blood.

Half an hour later, the traffic police and rescue team arrived. Qin Song and Li Chu went to the hospital together in an ambulance.

Li Chu was fine, but Qin Song was much more seriously injured. Her forehead was cut by glass shards, and her body was covered in scratches. By the time Li Chu finished paying the bill, Qin Song had already gone to the operating room for stitches.

Another hour later, Qin Song walked out of the operating room. She was holding a bag from the hospital and glanced at Li Chu, who was standing at the entrance rubbing her hands, her footsteps pausing.

Li Chu had waited until she was cold all over, her cheeks and nose red.

She looked like a rabbit waiting to be slaughtered.

With her face wrapped in gauze, Qin Song looked even paler and sicker from blood loss. She looked at Li Chu without any emotion. “Why didn’t you leave?”

“We came together, we should go back together,” Li Chu said.

There was no need for that at all. Qin Song put her hands in her pockets and walked straight down the steps, the bag on her wrist swinging back and forth.

Li Chu hurried after her. “Wait for me!”

Outside the hospital, Qin Song lifted the gauze. The wound looked like a centipede crawling on her forehead. Li Chu was horrified. “It’s best not to get tattoos for the next few days…”

In the moonlight, Qin Song caught a glimpse of the bloody, raw scar on Li Chu’s collarbone. Coincidentally, she had a similar mark on her own collarbone. These marks they had left on each other made their relationship seem much closer.

But Qin Song had a sickness; her mind didn’t work like a normal person’s. She subtly tried to stop the loss of control, pressing her cold fingertips on Li Chu’s wound.

Li Chu’s scalp tingled from the pressure. She immediately grabbed Qin Song’s hand to try and remove it.

“Does it hurt?” Qin Song was already tall, and she had to lower her eyes to look at Li Chu. This condescending posture was laced with contempt and mockery.

Li Chu was honest. “It hurts.”

“It seems our pain is unequal, and our pleasure is the same.”

Li Chu was speechless. After a long silence, she said, “The pain may be unequal, but there are many ways to find pleasure. It doesn’t have to be… with pain… ah.”

She spoke softer and softer because under the bright moonlight and the hospital lights, Qin Song’s face gradually darkened.

She spoke in a tone that was almost an interrogation. “Such as?”

Such as what? Li Chu felt suffocated. She braced herself and gave examples. “Like… like going to an amusement park, or taking a walk on the beach, organizing a camping trip with friends, and…”

Qin Song interrupted her. “Organizing friends, Lin Zhiyan?”

Li Chu was stunned. How did Lin Zhiyan come up again? She found that Qin Song cared more about Lin Zhiyan than she, the actual friend, did. Qin Song’s emotions became unstable time and time again because of Lin Zhiyan.

So, she slowed down her speech, and tentatively said, “If you want to go out and have fun with Sister Zhiyan, I can ask her next time?”

Qin Song’s eyes returned to their dead state, cold like frost on an outdoor window in winter. She gave a random laugh, turned around, and walked away.

Li Chu stood where she was, watching the pink speck disappear around the street corner, and let her shoulders drop in exhaustion.

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