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[CN] Victor’s Lingering Date (Eng Translation)

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✧ [SECTION 1] ✧

The endless rain crackles against the glass with a pitter-patter sound, and the lightning flashes every now and then through layers of dusky clouds.

Amid the boundless water vapor, the city’s skyline also becomes fuzzy.

I retract my gaze from the outside view of the hotel’s French window, sighing softly as I grip my phone.

There’s a faint sound of whistle and rain on the other end of the line. Victor seems to have adjusted his posture to answer the phone. When he speaks again, his voice sounds a little clearer.

Victor: Why are you sighing again?

MC: Before I came to Turin on the business trip, I had no idea that this on-the-spot investigation would last this long.

MC: I’ve been so busy every day that my feet couldn’t touch the ground. But after half a month’s time, the pace of the project has advanced to only 60%.

MC: It looks like we won’t be able to return home until the end of the month...

Victor: The inspection period is the most accident-prone phase, and it’s not at all rare in the industry for the progress to fall short of expectations.

Victor: Reserve the time for maneuvering. There’s no need to be distressed over this.

MC: The point is not the project; it’s that I haven’t seen you in half a month!

I accentuate the words “half a month,” fling my slippers aside and sit down helplessly on the sofa.

MC: I was actually planning to find some time to go to Marseille to see you. But the workload has been unprecedented these days, and I haven’t had any time to spare.

MC: Today was the same too. I’ve been on-site during the day the entire time, and I’ve been sorting through the resources ever since I got back.

MC: First thing next morning, I have another meeting. I am really exhausted, both physically and emotionally... to sum it up, I’m currently in urgent need of CEO Victor’s healing.

Victor chuckles softly, his unhurried footsteps and the sound of rain faintly transmitting to my ear.

Victor: Do you wish I could appear in front of you immediately?

MC: If that happened, it couldn’t get any better~

MC: I sometimes wish– how wonderful it would be if only I could have the Teleportation Evol.

MC: That way, no matter how far apart you’re from me, I could go and see you whenever I miss you, at any time.

I ask as my fingertips trace the location of Marseille and Turin on the glass over and over again.

MC: After your negotiations conclude in Marseille today, your next stop is Milan, right?

Victor: Mm, the plane was initially scheduled to land in Milan in the afternoon.

Victor: However, there was some problem with the scheduled flight due to the weather.

MC: What’s the situation? Is it challenging? Then you’re now...

Victor: Everything is fine. We just need to wait.

I heave a sigh of relief. Listening to the patter of rain on the other end of the phone, I subconsciously turn my head to look out of the window at the darkening sky.

MC: Coincidentally, it’s raining in Turin right now too.

MC: Has the airline informed you of how long you have to wait? Why don’t you take advantage of this free time, find a hotel and get some sleep?

MC: I guess this should be the last time CEO Victor can take a breather and get some rest before opening a new round of negotiations in Milan.

The sound of rain on the other end of the phone suddenly wanes. Amid the clamorous backdrop, the mechanical ding of an elevator is faintly audible.

Victor: No need to worry. Upon receiving the information, the airline company booked a hotel close to the airport as soon as possible.

Victor: I declined, though.

MC: Why?

Victor’s voice pauses for a moment. I don’t know if it’s just my illusion, but there seems to be more than a hint of a lilt in his erstwhile deep voice.

Victor: Because there’s something else I want to do more right now than taking a breather.

Victor: After all, there’s a dummy still waiting for me with bated breath to come and “heal” her.

As soon as these words land in my ears, there’s a sudden knock on the door. It’s neither light nor heavy.

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✧ [SECTION 2] ✧

My heartbeat abruptly accelerates, and an inconceivable conjecture suddenly emerges in my mind.

Not bothering to find the slippers that I previously flung aside, I sit up from the sofa a little hastily and fiddle with my bangs as I rush to answer the door.

In the next second, a familiar figure leaps into my field of vision. Victor is leaning quietly against the doorway, holding his cell phone in one hand.

His shirt, which has always been well-ironed and smooth, is now adorned with many creases. There is also a faint touch of weariness between his slender eyebrows. But right when he locks eyes with me, his expression softens slightly.

MC: ...Victor?

Feeling somewhat suspicious that this is an illusion, I blink. And just I am about to hesitantly reach out with my hand; my wrist has already been grasped, drawing me into a far too long-awaited embrace.

A warm sensation emanates from underneath my palm. The breath of the person in front of me diffuses into my every breath, familiar and reassuring.

Victor gently rests his chin on the top of my head, his arms around me tightening a little more. After a long time, an imperceptible sigh escapes his lips.

Victor: It seems that a certain someone hasn’t been getting enough sleep these days, and her reactions have slowed a tad as a result.

MC: Now I can be sure that it’s definitely you!

I snort in feigned discontentment, but the corners of my lips can’t help but tilt upwards. The hands that are returning his embrace tighten increasingly, wanting to take this opportunity to convey the longings I’ve accumulated during this period, just in case...

Perhaps because he has braved the rain to rush over here, Victor still has a faint trace of dampness on his body.

I suddenly think of something and look up at him with some uncertainty.

MC: I’m still finding it hard to believe... how did you suddenly appear here?

Victor: The plane encountered a thunderstorm mid-flight. The flight could not continue, and the stopover it chose coincidentally happened to be in Turin.

MC: But it takes an hour and a half to get from the airport to the hotel on this side of the city. You came all this way specifically to see me?

Victor: You knowingly ask the question. Why else would I be here?

Victor’s gaze sweeps downwards, his brows wrinkling together in a frown unobtrusively. Seeing that I’m still solely focused on staring at him and am not blinking, he releases a somewhat helpless sigh.

Victor: You are not dreaming, and I’m not going to suddenly disappear. You still have the entire night, and you can take your time to watch me.

Victor: So now, can a certain someone let me in first and put her slippers back on?

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As I pour the babbling hot water into the cups, the sweet aroma of the hot drink gradually pervades the entire room.

I pick up the two cups and leave the bar in brisk steps.

Victor is still leaning on the sofa as he was just a moment ago. Reclining his body in a relaxed manner, he loosens his tie wearily with his left hand.

His line of sight skims over the table full of materials. Then, he turns to me, the corners of his lips curling upward.

Victor: It seems that you’ve harvested quite a bit from this trip to Europe.

MC: It’s been quite all right. Except for the slow degree of progress, the visits for the inspection process went relatively well.

MC: It’s already very late. Let’s relax with something sweet~ This cocoa powder is newly purchased. Give my craft a try?

I hand the cup to Victor as I speak.

Victor takes a few sips from his cup, and his eyebrows, which initially have been slightly furrowed, smoothen out a little.

Victor: By “harvest,” I meant the spoils of war outside work.

My gaze follows Victor’s line of sight and lands on the shopping bags stacked on the corner of the table. I wink at him slyly.

MC: The inspection site is right next to a shopping street. Yesterday, I finally had the time to go for a spin for half an hour.

MC: But these “spoils of war” aren’t just for me. I’ve also picked out a bottle of perfume for you. Give it a try?

I get up and unpack the gift bag, then sit on the armrest next to Victor. I tear off his tie with one smooth motion, which has already been coming loose, and toss it aside.

Victor leans forward languidly, letting me wrap my arms around the nape of his neck and spraying the perfume on him twice.

The rich, ethereal scent of sandalwood permeates the entire space, intermingling with the faint fragrance of vetiver. Victor holds me by the waist, nodding casually.

Victor: It smells nice.

MC: As it should be. I thought it was perfect for you the first second I smelled it at the counter.

MC: Originally, I was planning to contact Goldman and send it to your hotel in Milan.

I set the perfume aside and lean in closer to Victor. The tip of my nose brushes against his warm auricle, resting on the nape of his neck for a few gentle sniffs.

MC: No wonder it’s said that a thousand people have a thousand different scents.

MC: The scent of it on your body seems to be a little bit different from what I smelled on the incense paper while testing it out.

Victor tilts his head slightly, glancing at the deadly earnest expression on my face.

Victor: What’s different?

MC: In that case, I’ll still have to smell it a few more times to be sure.

With a beaming smile on my face, I inch a little closer. And in the end, I simply sink into Victor’s arms.

Victor doesn’t say anything. He leans halfway back on the sofa as before, his downcast eyes watching me as I take a few deep breaths in the crook of his neck.

MC: The smell seems to have become more understated, and it appears to have gained a little more stability.

MC: In brief, it’s a scent I can never get enough of.

Victor stretches out his fingers and presses them against my forehead, seemingly pushing me away with a bit of disdain. The corners of his lips, however, tilt upward in an imperceptible arc.

Victor: Exaggerating, again.

Victor: I did have a bottle of perfume missing from my luggage this time, though. I will bring this gift along with me when I set off for Milan later.

I feel stunned for a moment, looking at Victor. Only now do I think of this question I tossed to the back of my mind and open my mouth in hindsight.

MC: ...what time is your flight from Turin to Milan scheduled for?

The hand on my waist suddenly tightens. Following this, Victor’s still calm but faintly muffled voice transmits to my ears.

Victor: Tomorrow at 5 am.

Victor: There are still six hours from now until I leave.

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✧ [SECTION 3] ✧

The lights are hazy, and the rain outside the window seems to have subsided a little.

I let out an “Oh,” my shoulders slump down a little seamlessly, and I nuzzle back into Victor’s arms.

MC: So, shouldn’t I advise you to hurry up and get some rest now then?

Victor suddenly pinches my cheek, not gently but not so firmly either, lifting it in his direction.

It’s only when I look into that pair of eyes do I find that a few hints of understanding are evident in his gaze.

Victor: Tell me honestly, what’s on your mind?

MC: ...I’m saying what’s in my heart. I’m really pondering over how long of a sleep CEO Victor can get before he has to leave.

Victor grunts softly.

Victor: You’re saying what’s in your heart? But your words do not match your actions.

Victor: You’re saying in your mouth that I should hurry up and get some rest. But you’re still lying on top of me, motionless.

Victor: When have those tricks of disguising your little thoughts worked on me?

I sigh heavily at these words, resting my head on his shoulder, unable to stop myself from muttering.

MC: Six hours... that’s TOO short a time!

MC: I’ve only just seen you. I don’t even get the time to be happy before we have to part once again.

Victor lifts his hand and reaches into my hair, his slender fingers sliding through them tenderly.

Victor: We will soon be able to return home once we’re done here with the work at hand. Hasn’t a certain someone already planned the arrangements for the next vacation?

Victor: And besides, during this business trip, our daily phone calls have never been interrupted.

MC: I can only hear your voice on the phone. At most, I can console myself with the illusion...

I also wish I could look at you like this and touch your every movement like I am right now.

Just as I’m about to retort with this, the phone sitting on the table vibrates in quick succession, reminiscent of an earthquake.

Victor leans over to take the phone and sweeps his gaze over it a few times, his brows knitting together.

MC: Is there any problem with the negotiations?

Victor: The other party added several new conditions at the last moment. I’ve arranged for the domestic department to compile reports on the relevant industries.

Victor types down a few lines on the screen. After sending a few messages, he kneads the center of his forehead. Then, he suddenly lifts his eyes and meets my gaze.

Victor: What were you just saying?

My gaze sweeps over the faint bluish darkness under Victor’s eyes. Propping myself on his shoulders, I get up from him and pull him up from the sofa.

MC: ...I was gonna say that I’m actually a bit sleepy too. So let’s not waste time and get some rest together!

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Victor doesn’t resist, letting me take his hand and walk him to the side of the bed, where he is pressed down by me with a rare unyielding force.

After closing the curtains while I’m at it, I return to lie down next to Victor. With one hand on my chin, I look indolently at his sleeping face.

The room is a little dark, with the blue-gray sky and the distant neon lights haloing on the light curtains.

In the hazy lights, the contours of Victor’s side profile remain as distinct as ever. After a few moments, he suddenly turns to my side and looks at me.

Victor: Why haven’t you closed your eyes yet?

MC: I can’t bear to. I want to look at you a little more; otherwise, I can’t feel at ease.

The rustling noise of fabric friction can be heard in the darkness. Victor stretches out his arm and brings me into his embrace.

Victor: Can you sleep peacefully now?

Not satisfied with just this, I lean in a little more in his direction.

MC: It’s a little better now. Five more minutes, and I promise I will honestly close my eyes after that.

I half-brace my head with one hand, and tentatively touch Victor’s face with my other hand.

As my palm runs over the tiny stubbles on his chin, it causes a tickling sensation.

MC: Why do I feel like you’ve lost weight again during this time?

Victor: [sounds adorably wronged LOL] Maybe, I haven’t noticed. The people around me don’t care about such trivial things either.

As Victor says this, he reaches out to take hold of my restless fingers. In between the movements, the palm of his hand grazes past my elbow.

I’m unable to restrain myself from “hissing” and shrinking subconsciously.

Victor: [instantly wide awake] What happened to your arm?

MC: I accidentally hit something when I was moving some stuff on site last week and got some bruises. But it’s not a big deal. They will gradually vanish in a few days.

Victor: Why didn’t you tell me about it on the phone?

I squint my eyes as I set the alarm and put my phone aside. Then, I bury my head in the crook of his arm.

MC: Every time we talked, the time we had was only so short; it had to be reserved for something meaningful.

MC: This was simply a brief interlude in the workplace. I’ve still got a bunch of interesting trivial things I want to tell you about...

MC: How about if I speak in a lower voice like this? You don’t need to answer, just listen and think of it as white noise to help you fall asleep.

Victor gives a soft “Mm,” his warm breath brushing against my ear slowly like a feather.

I close my heavy eyelids halfway and shift into a comfortable position in his arms.

MC: I tried the local pudding the other day. But it was too sweet and not as delicious as yours.

MC: I also bought a skirt from the store. It matches well with the color of the tie you often wear...

MC: ...we can wear them together to your next event. It will definitely look very pretty...

I murmur in my half-asleep state. Suddenly thinking of something, I jolt awake in Victor’s arms.

MC: ...Oh right, let’s have breakfast together before you leave for the airport tomorrow! I’ll be up for sure...

The fragrance of sandalwood and vetiver lingers on the tip of my nose, intermingling with that familiar and tender breath of Victor.

My nerves that have been tensed for the past few days are gradually relaxed. I hold onto the corner of Victor’s shirt, and the scene in front of me slowly becomes a blur.

MC: Also...

After an unknown span of time, Victor’s soft voice can be heard amid the darkness.

Victor: What else?

The girl doesn’t answer. The only response he receives is the rhythmic pattering of the rain against the glass outside the window.

Victor tilts his head and sees that the person in his arms has already fallen into a deep sleep. He releases a soft chuckle helplessly.

Victor: The person who said she would help me sleep, fell asleep before me instead.

He looks at her for a long time. Then, he leans in and drops a soft kiss on her hair.

Victor: [NAAAUUUR HIS VOICE HNNNGNNN] ...sleep.

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Perhaps because of the urgency of the six-hours that subconsciously lingers in my senses constantly, I’m unable to sleep at ease.

The section of my dreamland is grotesque and bizarre. I don’t know exactly how long has passed, but I wake up with a start, gasping for breath.

I press my wrist against my forehead, releasing a breath in lingering fear. Subconsciously, I lean over to the side, but the only thing my fingertips touch is a thin, icy blanket.

I have no idea when the bed became utterly empty. And even the fragrance of the perfume swirling around the tip of my nose is so long faded that I can barely smell it anymore.

MC: Victor?

I call his name several times into the dimly lit room, but all I get in response is the clearly audible sound of the rain outside the window.

Suddenly, I remember something and hurriedly swipe my phone screen, only to find that there’s still definitely a several hours before 5 o’clock.

MC: No wonder the alarm didn’t go off... Victor? You haven’t left already, have you?

The rain is pouring, and there’s still no response in the room. Thinking of the promise I’ve made with Victor before falling asleep last night, I get out of bed a little reluctantly, wanting to confirm his whereabouts again.

The sound of pattering suddenly becomes much clearer as I step out of the dimly lit compartment of the suite. It’s only now do I perceive that the sound of water I’ve heard just now might not have come from outside alone.

Following the faintest of sounds, I slowly approach the bathroom, only to see a glimmer of light passing through the crack of the door.

I freeze for a moment, pulling open the door to the bathroom.

The glass is hazy with mist, revealing a tall, slender, tightly built figure.

Victor is wiping his dripping wet hair with a towel. Hearing the sound, he looks over at me, a little surprised.

The fringes in front of his forehead are casually tucked back; his countenance is tinged with moisture, making him appear all the more profound.

From time to time, droplets of water glide along the ends of his undried hair and onto his collarbone, cruising down his sturdy chest.

The pattering sound of water has stopped at some point, and a faint mist of water pervades the entire bathroom. The whole space feels a little cramped for a moment.

The water vapor from Victor’s body, interweaving with my shower gel’s sweet and lingering scent, assaults my senses. In a trance, I feel as though all he is wrapped up in from head to toe is the scent of “me.”

Perhaps because the bathroom is too hot and humid, my breathing suddenly becomes a little uncontrollable.

Victor also stops wiping and pushes open the glass door to walk toward me.

He casually throws the towel aside, leaning over slightly as he looks at me.

Victor: What’s wrong?

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✧ [SECTION 4] ✧

After a brief moment of bashfulness, the wave of an emotion called “ecstasy” suddenly surges through my heart.

I heave a sigh of relief and lift my arms to hug Victor.

MC: I just woke up and saw that you weren’t there, and I thought you’d left early.

MC: Fortunately, I woke up in time and didn’t sleep through our last hours together.

With a plink, a drop of water drips down the end of his pitch-black hair and onto my cheek. Victor raises his hand to wipe away the trace of water that has slid to the corner of my lips, his voice a little helpless.

Victor: Since there is still time to worry about personal gains and losses, you can go back to sleep.

Victor: Don’t worry. I won’t leave early.

As Victor speaks, he pats me on the back reassuringly. Then, he turns around to get the after-shave.

Before he can move, however, I suddenly stand on my tiptoes and bite him on his wet collarbone as punishment, leaving a tiny crimson mark.

A muffled grunt escapes from Victor’s throat. He looks down at the bite mark and then shifts his gaze toward me. His eyes are heavy, as though he’s waiting for me to speak.

MC: ...you’ll be leaving soon. I’m not in any mood to sleep right now.

MC: I don’t want to sleep, and I’m not sleepy either.

Accompanied by the sound of my voice, my slightly cool fingertips move slowly upward, resting vaguely in front of Victor’s chest.

MC: When I woke up just now and didn’t see you there, I also felt a little regret, apart from feeling a sense of loss.

MC: Clearly, I’ve been missing you all this time...

MC: But when we finally saw each other, I didn’t seize the opportunity to create more profound memories of you.

MC: Luckily, it’s not too late for that.

Victor looks at me quietly, and there seem to be deep emotions roiling in his eyes. I soften my voice and speak.

MC: We are gonna be separated soon, and we won’t be able to see each other for at least another half a month.

MC: In the days to follow, every time I look back on tonight... I don’t want my first reaction to be regret, and not joy.

I curl my fingertips and gently poke him in the heart.

MC: CEO Victor, search in your heart. Don’t you think we should not waste any moment in the present?

The hand clasped around my waist tightens abruptly, and Victor’s blazing body temperature presses up against me unabashedly.

The light finally illuminates the hue of his eyes, and within them surges a desire I couldn’t be more familiar with.

Victor: In that case, how do you want to spend our time?

I smile and bite my lip, teasingly imitating his usual tone of voice.

MC: You knowingly ask the question.

I climb onto Victor’s arms and take the initiative to meet those light, thin lips, nibbling on them mischievously.

In the next second, Victor’s damp face suddenly enlarges before me. And the gasp that I haven’t yet had the time to release is instantly crushed by our intertwining lips.

He rubs his lips against mine in a calm and deliberate manner. Although restrained, I can still detect a little repressed sense of invasion in his movements.

It’s not until I’m almost out of breath and let out a soft whimper does Victor finally lifts his head and slowly draws the distance between our lips.

His originally deep voice becomes a little more hoarse, as though he’s patiently holding back some emotions.

Victor: If I remember correctly, you have a meeting in a few hours.

Victor: Are you sure you want to spend your time here?

Victor: I’m afraid it’s not a very rational choice.

I gasp lightly, stand on my tiptoes and kiss the bite mark I’ve just left on his collarbone, and raise my head again to look at him.

MC: Is this explicit enough an answer?

MC: When it comes to the person I like, my rationality is obliged to take a back seat to my emotions.

MC: Just like you only had six hours, and yet you braved the rain to come over and see me.

MC: Humans don’t need to be so logical at times, right?

My hand slowly trails upward, brushing over Victor’s slightly undulating chest.

MC: Victor, do you really think, as you said, that everything can wait until we return home after the work is done?

Victor doesn’t answer. Streaks of undried water trickle down his taut jawline, dripping onto my wrist.

The bathroom is quiet for a while, and the only sound that can be heard is the sound of rain dripping outside the window.

Buzz——

The cold phone outside the bathroom suddenly rings out. After ringing briefly for a couple of seconds, it soon falls into silence.

Perhaps the business partner I’m working with has changed their intention again, and today’s itinerary has been rescheduled;

Or perhaps LFG’s personnel called to remind Victor to prepare for the next flight and even sent the data conclusions in advance.

No matter for whichever one of us it is, it seems to be more important than the present entanglement.

I cock my head and press closer to Victor again, my warm and soft breaths brushing gently against his lips.

MC: Perhaps it’s a very important matter. Is CEO Victor going to take a look?

I smile and turn around, only to be swept heavily into an embrace.

This time, the kiss is even more intense than the last time. The entanglement between our lips is viscous and intensive, almost plundering me of the last of my shivering breath.

Victor braces the nape of my neck with one hand, forcing me to lift my head slightly and withstand his sudden demand.

Caught a little off-guard, I retreat two steps, only to be pressed against the wall by him, with no way to resist.

His searing palm snakes around my forearm with tiny star-shaped bruises and falls on my waist, lifting me up with one arm.

I subconsciously cling onto his broad shoulders, the arches of my feet helplessly seeking something to hold onto.

A muffled grunt resounds in my ears. Unknowingly, somehow someone touched the switch of the shower during the action, and the warm, translucent water veils us like a rain shower.

The slightly cool temperature of the wall surface passes through the wet shirt. I shudder with sensitivity, but I am trapped in the embrace before me, with nowhere to escape.

Victor: You’re really...

Amid our disoriented, interlaced breathing, I hear Victor’s slightly muffled voice.

Victor: In the aspect of “playing hard to get,” you have actually mastered the technique without a teacher.

Gasping for breath, I grunt a chuckle and reluctantly stagger my head, dodging his chasing attack.

MC: You clearly just said that I’m not rational...

Victor’s lips brush against my burning auricle, the tips of his teeth nibbling gently.

Victor: When it comes to you, I’m not calm enough either.

Victor: Even if it’s for another short span of time, I won’t release you.

It’s not dawn yet, and the rain outside the window is getting heavier.

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