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If it weren’t for Cheng Yanqing’s call, Cheng Wanyue might have actually kissed Qing Hang right there on the street.
Not only had Qing Hang learned the art of “money-for-favors” deals, but he had also mastered the art of being stubborn. Of course, Cheng Wanyue wasn’t one to back down either.
Cheng Yanqing could have lectured for another ten minutes, but his girlfriend took the phone from him. Though she couldn’t return to the country temporarily, she hadn’t forgotten to prepare a birthday gift for Cheng Wanyue.
“Yueyue, your brother said you’ve been showing signs of dating recently. Is it true?”
“You two actually have time to talk about this?” Cheng Wanyue wore earphones, so Qing Hang could only hear her side of the conversation.
Though the couple on the video call appeared neat and composed, Cheng Wanyue knew better. Cheng Yanqing wasn’t the type to endure quietly. His girlfriend, two years younger than Cheng Wanyue, had an even fiercer temper. Absence makes the heart grow fonder; dry tinder meets raging fire. Every time they reunited before, they spent days holed up in hotels without stepping out. This time was probably no different.
“We need to rest eventually. We somehow ended up talking about you. Hurry up—I’m waiting for us to get married together.”
“That’ll drive my brother crazy. He’s been eagerly planning to marry you every day. Waiting for me means pushing things back indefinitely—who knows when that’ll be!”
“You don’t plan on getting married?”
“…Not yet.”
“Yueyue, listen to me. Be prepared ahead of time. Don’t be naive. Men are all the same when they lose control.”
That single sentence reignited the flames of argument. They started bickering again. Cheng Yanqing, his face darkened, lifted his girlfriend with one hand while hanging up the phone.
Today, Cheng Wanyue accompanied Qing Hang on the subway. He was still running a fever, his temperature higher than normal, though he was feeling better compared to the morning. But because of his pale complexion, the flush in his ears was particularly noticeable under the lights. Wearing glasses and carrying her bag, he looked clean-cut, almost like a student—like someone who had been wronged by her.
“There’s an empty seat over there. Let’s go.”
Qing Hang glanced in the direction she pointed and then led her through two train cars. “You sit.”
Cheng Wanyue insisted he sit. “I’ve been sitting all night. I want to stand.”
She saw him waiting after work and didn’t know how long he had been standing outside.
When she refused to sit, Qing Hang didn’t either. “Then we’ll both stand.”
The carriage wasn’t crowded. Cheng Wanyue stood very close to him. More than thirty minutes had passed, but neither mentioned letting go of each other’s hands.
“Why do you smell nice?” She leaned closer, sniffing near his chest. “It’s the scent of cream.”
When Qing Hang bought the cake earlier, a customer holding a tray hadn’t been paying attention and bumped into him, causing cream to stain his clothes. He had gone to Cheng Wanyue’s place to pick up some things and then returned, not having had time to change.
“Stand still. Don’t move around.”
Cheng Wanyue was touching the buttons on his shirt. The last time she revisited the hospital, she saw him wearing his white coat, underneath which was a light-colored shirt.
She whispered, “My sister-in-law just told me to prepare something, just in case. Should we stop by the supermarket while we’re at it?”
“What thing?”
“You know… that thing.”
Half a minute later, Qing Hang finally understood. Cheng Wanyue’s mention of those two words hit harder than the unexpected photo of the strawberry mark she sent him while paying at the dessert shop.
Before she could say anything more daring, Qing Hang quickly covered her mouth. “Shh.”
It wasn’t a scolding tone—he sounded almost like he was soothing her. Qing Hang gently pushed her back two steps until she leaned against the door, shielding her from the people nearby with his body.
The lenses could not conceal his gaze, nor diminish the emotions in his eyes. Cheng Wanyue was all too familiar with this look of his. In the past, when he was provoked at home, he would silently throw her onto the bed and deal with her. But at school, he was very patient. No matter what she said or did, he showed no reaction, continuing to read or solve problems as if she were tearing the classroom apart, he wouldn’t budge an inch. He would only look at her when no one was around—his gaze filled with helplessness and a faint plea for mercy, subtle yet unmistakably revealed by his crimson ears.
Sometimes she felt he was a stranger. Eight years is not eight days; during those eight years, they knew nothing about each other’s lives and missed crucial stages of each other’s lives: high school graduation, college graduation, and the first steps into the workplace.
But at other times, she felt he was still the same person.
Her eyes were beautiful, and being stared at so intently made Qing Hang feel uneasy. As soon as he loosened his grip, she opened her mouth to speak, but he quickly covered it again.
This time, he applied more force, and Cheng Wanyue bit him.
Upon arriving at their destination, Qing Hang felt a wave of relief as he pulled her out.
Passing by the supermarket entrance, Cheng Wanyue frequently turned her head to look inside. Qing Hang walked faster and faster until she was practically dragged home.
On the shoe rack, there was an extra pair of women’s slippers—brand new.
Cheng Wanyue took a few steps in them; they fit perfectly. “I’m so thirsty; I want some water.”
Qing Hang said, “There’s some in the fridge.”
Cheng Wanyue preferred cold drinks, but he couldn’t have them. After boiling a kettle of water, she opened the fridge door and immediately spotted the strawberry cake inside.
“Qing Hang, can I have a piece of this cake?”
“Go ahead, I bought it randomly.”
She didn’t use a spoon. After washing her hands, she took out the cake and stood in front of the fridge taking a bite. Seeing her satisfied expression, Qing Hang couldn’t help but smile, disguising it with a cough when she turned around.
“Wow! It’s exactly this flavor!”
“Take your time, it’s all yours,” he handed her a napkin, “wipe your face.”
Cheng Wanyue tilted her face closer, “I don’t have hands, you wipe it for me.”
Her nose tip and the corner of her mouth were smeared with cream, as were her fingers. Qing Hang wiped her nose while she kept eating like a little hamster. He cleaned her nose and cheeks, but she licked the cream off her fingers herself.
Qing Hang watched as her fingers glistened with moisture after emerging from between her lips, unsure whether it was intentional or not.
Cheng Wanyue raised the cake, “Have a bite, eat where the strawberries are.”
Cream was still on the corner of her mouth. Qing Hang averted his gaze, “I’m not eating.”
“Are you disgusted by me?” she pouted, “You happily ate my saliva this morning, but now you’re rejecting the cake I’ve bitten? Qing Hang, who taught you to be like this?”
Qing Hang immediately bent down and took a big bite right where she had eaten, which satisfied her.
Cheng Wanyue initially just wanted a small taste, but as she savored it, she wanted a bit more, then a bit more, and before she realized it, she had finished the entire small cake.
Qing Hang poured her some water, “Still hungry?”
“Full,” Cheng Wanyue lay on the sofa patting her belly, “I’ll rest for a bit. You go take a shower first, take your medicine, and rest early.”
Qing Hang showered quickly. After getting dressed, he came out to see that Cheng Wanyue had laid out all the pajamas and underwear he brought over on the sofa.
He couldn’t tell if she was pleased or displeased; she alternated between smiling and frowning.
Qing Hang draped the towel over his shoulder and went over to help her tidy up, “They’re all yours, why look at them for so long.”
“I’m checking which sets you brought me,” Cheng Wanyue picked up a black lace silk nightgown and waved it in front of Qing Hang, “Do you have a special fetish for lace?”
The towel covered her face, blocking her vision.
“Hurry up and shower, I’ll turn off the lights in ten minutes.”
“It’s just personal preference, nothing to be shy about,” she winked at him with a smile, “If you change into light gray sweatpants, I’ll consider wearing this for you to see.”
Qing Hang folded the clothes with his head down, “It doesn’t matter if you wear it or not.”
Cheng Wanyue: ?
Qing Hang realized he misspoke and stopped his hand movements.
“Hmph, you wish,” Cheng Wanyue glared at him and sauntered off to wash up.
Qing Hang waited until she was done before preparing to rest. She wore the black nightgown, her skin glowing so white that the marks previously hidden by fabric were now exposed to the air.
Without looking at him, she hummed a tune and slowly strolled past him. Her slipper fell off, and she slightly lifted her skirt to put it back on.
Qing Hang once again saw a hidden love bite on the inside of her thigh.
The fever-reducing medicine he had taken earlier shouldn’t have taken effect so quickly, but Qing Hang felt a headache coming on. He turned off the lights and lay on the sofa, feeling a wave of hot sweat on his back.
The medication made him drowsy, but he remained in a light sleep.
The bedroom door was closed, so he shouldn’t have heard any sounds, but he constantly felt her presence nearby, turning over or kicking off the covers, making rustling noises.
At an unknown hour, Cheng Wanyue suddenly emerged from the bedroom and strode into the living room.
Qing Hang whispered, “What’s wrong?”
“I thought about it, I can’t let yesterday’s grievances slide,” Cheng Wanyue knelt one leg on the edge of the sofa and swung the other over Qing Hang, squeezing to the inside, “I’ll bully you for five minutes.”
As soon as she said that, she leaned down and cupped Qing Hang’s face with both hands.
She almost lost her balance and nearly fell, but Qing Hang instinctively reached out to steady her waist. The moment he loosened his grip, her slippery tongue darted between his teeth.
Qing Hang bit her lip lightly, causing her to gasp in pain, and he took control.
The silk nightgown was practically useless; the soft flesh of her breasts pressed against him, impossible to hold.
As Cheng Wanyue touched his neck, she also heard the sound of him swallowing, feeling his Adam’s apple move slightly in her palm.
Those five minutes felt both long and short.
Long in the torment, short in the kiss.
But he didn’t know that several five-minute intervals had already passed.
Cheng Wanyue nestled in the crook of his neck, catching her breath. “You’ve improved by ten points, but you’re still far from a perfect score. You need to work harder.”
Qing Hang carried her back to the room and realized the window was open; she hadn’t turned on the air conditioner either, which explained why she hadn’t felt cool earlier.
She was very sensitive to heat.
He searched for the remote control on the table. “I’ll lock your door for you.”
Cheng Wanyue hugged her pillow, adjusting to the most comfortable sleeping position. “No, I’m not used to strange places. If the door is closed, I’ll have trouble sleeping. Just leave it open like this.”
“Not hot?”
“It’s fine.”
Although she said so, she tossed and turned from the heat in the middle of the night.
Knowing she had fallen asleep, Qing Hang quietly went to turn on the air conditioner for her, covered her with a blanket, and then closed the window and door.
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