Chapter 29: Let’s Get a Room

Cheng Wanyue remained seated. Qing Hang had slightly withdrawn but maintained the posture from their kiss.

The cream she hadn’t finished eating was scooped away by him. She could clearly see the movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed, her earlobes turning red, and her wrist held by him began to show traces of moist sweat.

Had she improved?

Of course, she had.

Not just a little bit.

Cheng Wanyue’s gaze fell on his moist lips. She thought to herself, growing up truly changes things.

In the past, holding hands secretly outside would make him blush, but now, surrounded by so many people, he could kiss her without changing his expression.

He leaned over again...

“Qing Hang, are you drunk?” Cheng Wanyue leaned back but couldn’t avoid his kiss. Her voice broke off, muffled and unclear, “Really... really drunk?”

She hadn’t noticed how much he drank earlier. He could handle alcohol, but his tolerance wasn’t actually that good.

“No,” Qing Hang promptly steadied her chair.

After she settled back, she muttered softly, “Stop lying.”

On Cheng Guo’an’s birthday, Qing Hang had slept from the afternoon until evening. The sky had darkened, and there was still no movement in the room. Cheng Wanyue pushed the door open and sat by the bed, calling his name several times, but he showed no signs of waking up.

It was late autumn, and it grew dark early. She hadn’t turned on the lights, making the room dim.

He was in a deep sleep, his face and neck flushed. She quietly climbed onto the bed from the foot, lying next to him, using her fingers to gently tickle his ears with a strand of hair.

“Qing Hang, wake up. If you don’t wake up soon, I’ll flip the blanket.”

“Qing Hang?”

“Qing Hang!”

“Let me see if you’re pretending to sleep... Ah!” Just as she was about to do something mischievous, Qing Hang pulled her into the blanket and tightly wrapped her in his arms.

Her parents were still in the living room, so she quickly covered her mouth with her hand.

The bed was warm, and his body was hot. Cheng Wanyue blushed as she glared at him, whispering a reminder, “What are you doing? The door isn’t locked.”

“Whether it’s locked or not,” Qing Hang knelt on one knee beside her, placing kisses on the back of her hand. He held her wrist up to the pillow above her head and slid his other hand under the hem of her clothes. “Who let you in?”

Cheng Wanyue bit him, “This is my house. I can come in whenever I want.”

“How did I end up sleeping in your house?”

The sound of voices from the living room was right by their ears, mentioning Qing Hang’s name and Cheng Wanyue’s. It felt like they would burst through the door any second, yet he didn’t slow down his actions even a bit.

“You’re drunk...” Cheng Wanyue kicked him. “Stop touching me!”

“You touched me first.”

He was so bold, obviously not sober yet, and his serious expression made her want to laugh. “I was trying to wake you up.”

“You touched me.”

Cheng Wanyue closed her eyes and acted petulantly. “Yes, I touched you. What are you going to do about it?”

“I’m okay with it.” His face buried in the crook of her neck, his wet and hot lips trailed from her collarbone to her chin, the corner of her mouth, and slowly explored between her teeth. “But you touched me, and it made me uncomfortable.”

She certainly knew why he was uncomfortable; something hard rubbed against her thigh, very noticeable even through their clothes.

“Aren’t you strong?” Cheng Wanyue never suffered silently. “You dared to do that to me last time, and now you want to feel good?”

On that rainy evening, she had intended to retaliate for his earlier indiscretion in the alley, making him embarrassed and ashamed, but ended up being pinned down by him on the bed for a long while instead. Though he looked slim, he had surprising strength, as unyielding as stone.

She was still wearing long socks, and her short skirt had an inner lining, so he couldn’t reach from below and tried from above.

“If you dare,” Cheng Wanyue pressed his hand, “I’ll call them in right now.”

“Go ahead,” Qing Hang easily broke free from her restraint.

The softest part of a young girl is also the most sensitive.

Soon, her body went limp, and her watery laughing eyes glared at him.

In the dim night, Qing Hang took off her light purple sweater, as if peeling a lychee shell. The fruit was juicy, dripping down his fingers, palms, and wrists, quietly soaking into the soft fabric.

The living room grew quiet; the Cheng family must have gone downstairs for a walk.

“... Qing Hang...”

His name rolled off her tongue with countless emotions. She had been too late to guard herself, missing the chance to turn defense into offense.

“I touched you,” he spoke as if complaining, as if feeling wronged. “Why don’t you touch me?”

“Do you dare let me touch you?”

“What’s there to be afraid of?”

“Then you take them off yourself,” Cheng Wanyue pushed his shoulder. “Take them all off; leaving one piece on is bothersome.”

And so, he really started taking them off.

Kneeling, he grabbed both sides of his hoodie and pulled it off over his head. Underneath was a T-shirt, and below that, black sweatpants. Cheng Wanyue gathered the scattered outerwear, sat up against the pillow, and smiled as she watched him undress. Still confused, he might really strip completely bare.

His hand had already reached the waistband of his pants when he suddenly stopped.

Qing Hang remained motionless, gazing at Cheng Wanyue for a very long time.

It was dark, and Cheng Wanyue couldn’t see his expression, only sensing that he seemed a little sad.

She hadn’t bullied him this time.

“What’s wrong?” She curled her toes and nudged his knee. “Qing Hang?”

Cheng Wanyue began to panic. She had never seen Qing Hang cry. Although she had the nickname “Little Puppy Cheng” and protected him at school, there were always times she couldn’t shield him. There were unpleasant people everywhere, but he never fought back, bowed his head, or complained to teachers. Once, a vocational high school boy deliberately bumped into him with his motorcycle, nearly fracturing his bones. He walked to the hospital himself without shedding a single tear.

She crawled over to hold his hand. “Don’t cry. I won’t bully you. I just wanted to wake you up for dinner, not tease you.”

Her father acted like a child when he was drunk and needed comforting.

“Qing Hang?” She comforted him like a child, hugging him. “Don’t be sad. I like you the most.”

The pale moonlight shone on the windowsill as she gave him a kiss.

Qing Hang instinctively tried to push her away but gave up resisting because of that kiss. He pulled her tightly into his arms, half-conscious and murmured softly.

“You’re lying to me.”

“Cheng Wanyue, you little liar.”

“You tricked me into getting you, and now you won’t want me.”

...

Qing Hang had some unusual behavior after getting drunk.

The night market was bustling, and two tables of young people nearby started fighting over a disagreement. Cheng Wanyue pulled Qing Hang away.

Qing Hang hadn’t forgotten the bouquet of roses—it was the first bouquet of flowers he had ever bought.

Turns out fresh flowers weren’t as expensive as he thought. He could buy her many more in the future.

The residential area was quiet. The two sat by the roadside, and Qing Hang used a flyer to fan Cheng Wanyue. She was very heat-sensitive, and the kitten hid in her arms, sometimes grabbing her bracelet, sometimes her clothes. When her collar slipped off her shoulder, before she could react, Qing Hang reached over to fix it for her.

“So lively,” Cheng Wanyue stroked the kitten. “Qing Hang, let’s give it a name.”

“You decide.”

“Ayu’s cat is named Glutinous Rice.” The cat’s fur was white, with pink paws and mouth. The one in Cheng Wanyue’s arms was still small, its meow especially baby-like and affectionate. “How about calling it Mei Qiu?”

“Mm.”

“But I’m not very good at raising it.”

“I asked the pet shop staff, and they told me all the precautions. If you’re unsure about anything, ask me.”

“Alright, it’s getting hard to hold. Let’s put it in the bag first.” She was afraid Mei Qiu would run away and be hard to find at night.

The pet-specific bag had ventilation holes, so there wouldn’t be any issues for a short time.

Cheng Wanyue finally turned her attention back to Qing Hang. A strand of cat hair was stuck on his ear, and she leaned over to blow it away. Just as he turned his head, her lips brushed against his cheek, and the next moment, he kissed her.

Their mouths tasted of the same lemon candy.

After melting, they continued to intertwine, hooking and winding around each other. The alcohol had been partly blown away by the wind, but what remained was locked inside their bodies by the cream, fermenting.

“So sleepy,” she rested on his shoulder, taking small breaths. “But I don’t want to go upstairs. Those three will definitely stay up all night.”

Actually, her birthday was already over.

Qing Hang was very clear about what he wanted; alcohol only amplified his desires. “It’s me who doesn’t want you to go upstairs.”

“Let’s check into a hotel,” Cheng Wanyue pulled him up. “Bring Mei Qiu with us.”