In this regard, Qiao Ling was a young girl who had just stepped into the world of passion, how could she bear this kind of stimulation.
But the other party, by reason, should also be a young man! How did he manage to be so thick-faced!
Qiao Ling covered her mouth with her hand, both shy and unable to bear it, even two drops of tears fell, the phone kept ringing, like some kind of signal, even more like an indescribable metronome.
She waved her hand around in a mess, pushing and hitting him, stammering as she looked toward her phone.
Chen Kuang was already anxious from messing around, glanced at the phone placed on the shoe cabinet, voice very hoarse: “Want to pick up the call?”
Qiao Ling bit his finger, stammered and nodded, in each frown and movement fully revealing a trembling chaotic beauty.
Her eyes seemed to say: just pause for a moment, let me finish answering the call first…
Chen Kuang tensed his forehead, but still stopped, long arm stretched out to pick up the phone and answer it for her.
Qiao Ling’s hand was all soft, weakly holding the phone, although very restrained but once she opened her mouth that soft voice line still startled even herself.
Absolutely must not let them hear anything strange, otherwise it would really be losing face big time.
“…Hello?”
“Hello, we’ve arrived at the shop, is the store manager not here?” The customer asked: “About when will you come back? Can you do the style?”
“Ca… can do.” Qiao Ling answered with difficulty, although that person obediently stopped, but still did not go out, she steadied her breathing to ease the unbearable: “I’m just nearby, please wait a few minutes, is that okay?”
Chen Kuang hearing this, lazily leaned down, circling her waist hugging her, voice line very light: “A few minutes is not enough.”
Qiao Ling was startled, hurriedly elbowed him once, eyes warning: what if they hear it!
Chen Kuang was hit but did not call out pain at all, stared at her with lips curling up.
Quite obviously meaning to deliberately act bad.
The customer on the phone side started discussing, Chen Kuang took advantage of this gap to suddenly tease her twice, Qiao Ling abruptly covered her mouth, sealing all sounds, holding it in until her face was bright red.
You bastard… I’ll kill you.
“Alright then, please hurry up, we’ll look at the styles first.” The customer said.
Qiao Ling was relieved, quickly agreed, and when finally hanging up the call, her hand shook, the phone clattered and fell onto the ground.
Just as she bent down to pick it up, a certain bastard regardless of everything started up again, Qiao Ling urgently cursed: “Chen Kuang!! The call hasn’t hung up yet!”
When she was shy and angry she became even more tense, Chen Kuang also seemed to be approaching the critical line, couldn’t help but let out a muffled laugh, coaxing her: “Already hung up.”
“I saw it fall to the ground after hanging up.”
“Alright Ling Ling, focus, this time even less time left.”
“You help me, I’m almost coming.”
Qiao Ling dizzy-headed, very quickly was pulled back again into the double sensation like drum waves.
This time really no energy left to pick up the phone, leaning on the shoe cabinet creaking and moaning.
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Qiao Ling pretending as if nothing happened, carrying a convenience store bag, legs soft walking back up to the shop, already didn’t dare look at the customer’s eyes.
Afraid that they would see something from her abnormal walking posture.
Fortunately, when downstairs just now, Chen Kuang was either covering her mouth or letting her bite his finger to lower the volume of the sounds that leaked out.
The feeling of doing it with him was too stimulating, Qiao Ling couldn’t help but cry out for a long time every time, humming until her throat was almost hoarse, no different from almost fainting, Chen Kuang would laugh at her every time saying she was so good at humming, so nice to listen to, but if she didn’t make a sound, she simply couldn’t relieve that kind of pressure.
The soundproofing of the commercial-residential building was so bad, it was really lucky no one had heard.
Qiao Ling put on an apron, with a strange expression introduced the production process to the customers, started working.
The moment she thought of that man who had already gone downstairs to the bar full and satisfied, she couldn’t help getting angry.
Too reckless.
And this kind of thing… it wasn’t even the first time they did it.
The last few times when at downstairs, there had been customers passing by, Qiao Ling had let him be out of luck-hoping mentality, letting him do this kind of thing more and more frequently, now almost every day before going to the bar in the evening he would run over and make trouble once.
Qiao Ling stared at her hand holding the hammer trembling softly, gritting her teeth, thinking: Tonight when I go back I’m going to lock his waistband!! Not allowed to touch me for half a month!!
He finishes, but she’s the one who ends up dying!
However, there was no need to lock his pants, after getting off work she discovered she got her period.
Qiao Ling sat on the toilet sighing, as expected, recently letting him push his limits couldn’t be blamed on herself, all blame should go to the hormones! Blame the ovulation period!
Just like that, she forgave her own indulgence with peace of mind, put on a pad and happily went home.
Thinking of a certain person starting tomorrow would be full of grievance and holding fire made her feel satisfied, hum.
………………
Qiao Ling retracted her memories, sitting on the shoe-changing bench, looking at the man helping her change into slippers, “It’s you…”
She lightly hummed, “You know exactly what you did yourself, even like that and still not acting up?”
After her week-long period ended, Qiao Ling suddenly realized why Chen Kuang had been looking at her with such suggestive eyes earlier.
Chen Kuang tracked her menstrual cycle—dates, duration—more precisely than she did!
As soon as her period was over, he was already thinking about that? Just how insatiable was this man?!
Wearing her fluffy slippers, Qiao Ling lifted her leg to nudge him, pouting, “…I’m hungry.”
“Chen Kuang, I want to eat.”
“I want to eat, I want to eat. Today, all I want is to eat.”
Seeing her flustered attempts to deflect, Chen Kuang lowered his head, stifling a laugh, then pushed himself up from his knees. “What are you so scared of? Acting like I’m some kind of monster.”
Qiao Ling muttered under her breath: Aren’t you, though?
“You’re not a monster—you’re a fox spirit who sucks the vitality out of women.”
“A twenty-eight-year-old who only just started ‘sucking,’ at that.”
The man, unexpectedly roasted for both his age and his former virgin status, froze mid-motion: “…”
Rolling up his sweater sleeves slowly, Chen Kuang tilted his head and shot back, “Miss Qiao, you can’t just wipe your mouth and then mock the chef.”
“Who was it that kept whimpering in my ear, saying how good it felt?”
Qiao Ling’s face flushed crimson as she grabbed the nearest scarf and hurled it at him. “Go cook!! I’m starting to hate you!”
His sharp features softened with amusement as he caught the scarf mid-air, twirling it around his fingers. “You just played in the snow—don’t catch a cold. Go change and have some fruit. Dinner’ll be ready in about an hour.”
With that, he turned toward the kitchen, leaving her by the doorway to stew in her embarrassment.
Qiao Ling hung up her down jacket that was wet from the snow, went back to the bedroom to change into pajamas, simply washed her face, and when she came out she found that Chen Kuang had already washed the fruit for her. She happily carried the fruit and nestled into the sofa bed to watch variety shows.
Though when she got into her career she had a lot of drive and a sense of accomplishment, sometimes she would also think how nice it would be to just be lazy like this for a lifetime, enjoying this feeling of not needing to work, comfortably relaxing.
Not going to work is really nice… If only she could take a vacation for a whole lifetime.
Qiao Ling chewed on a strawberry, shaking back and forth twice, like an unsteady rag doll flopping down with a plop.
She turned her head, burying her face into the pillow Chen Kuang often lay on, just like before, suddenly taking a big breath of that refreshing fragrance—
So fragrant…
Even though it was her own shampoo, when used on him it always had another kind of scent.
Qiao Ling suddenly lifted her head, her thoughts scattering: Could it be he really is that kind of fox spirit with a natural body fragrance??
She looked at the man busy in the open kitchen.
No wonder! Every time after doing it, after the pleasure passed, there was always that feeling of being completely drained by him! Maybe he really was sucking her essence!
Chen Kuang, feeling a direct and heated gaze, turned his head, stopped cutting vegetables, and immediately saw that she was imagining random things again, raising his brows and asking: “What weird character setting are you giving me in your head again?”
Qiao Ling’s nonsense got exposed, startled, shrank back and fiddled with her fruit, mumbling: “Nothing… Make your food! Se-ri-ous-ly.”
Chen Kuang turned back to continue cutting vegetables, chuckling lightly, “I suggest you develop a side job drawing short comics, with your brain holes, probably would go viral.”
She held a banana, raised her arm and waved it lazily, teasing: “Thank you for your career planning guidance, Teacher Chen～”
Teacher Chen?
Chen Kuang’s gaze lifted, his heart suddenly tugging lightly, turning back to glance at her.
That form of address.
Not bad.
………………
Qiao Ling watched half an episode of the variety show and felt it wasn’t interesting, wanting to keep watching while eating delicious food, so she paused it and got up, carrying the fruit to the kitchen to find him.
Before when she saw other people in love, she never understood why whether it was the man or the woman, they both wished to stick together every single second of twenty-four hours.
Plus back when she was dating Gao Ziyao during her first love, she also didn’t really want to cling to the other person, which made her all the more judge that behavior as strange and wrong.
But now she had completely become the kind of person she didn’t understand and even looked down on before.
Except for work, whether it was eating, shopping, staying home watching variety shows and movies, even playing games, if he wasn’t there beside her, she always felt like something was missing.
Even one-third of her mood would be reduced.
Qiao Ling always felt she shouldn’t rely on him so much, but she couldn’t help it, like a little cat with its tail curled up, running to his side to rub against him.
“Hungry?” Chen Kuang heard her footsteps approaching, asked while stir-frying.
The sound of the range hood buzzed, the volume of the two people’s conversation naturally raised a notch.
Even though there was a kind of shouting-at-each-other stance, Qiao Ling felt this kind of atmosphere was full of life’s fireworks smell, as if what splashed up from the oil was not just oil droplets, but splendid colors of life.
“It’s okay, ate some fruit and I’m about one-third full.” Qiao Ling stuck to his side like a limp shrimp, leaning against him staring at the food in the pan, “…It’s stir-fried broccoli.”
Chen Kuang heard her tone drop, laughed with a snort: “What, don’t like it?”
“Like… I quite like broccoli…”
Qiao Ling, for some reason, had a little grievance, tugging at his clothes corner, softly mumbling:
“…Is there meat?”
He plated the stir-fried broccoli, completely unguarded against being made adorable by her, liking her so much his back itched, Chen Kuang laughed heartily a few times, then pointed at the pressure cooker beside him with its spout spinning, “Guess what’s inside here?”
Qiao Ling actually smelled a bit of meat scent, but wasn’t sure, what if inside was Chinese cabbage, shepherd’s purse, water spinach, romaine lettuce stewed in a meat-flavored soup?
She raised her watery eyes, asking expectantly: “What is it?”
Chen Kuang didn’t keep her guessing anymore, afraid she’d really cry because there was no meat, “Your favorite—mushroom stewed small ribs.”
“Oh!!” Qiao Ling’s drooping tail instantly perked up, completely overjoyed at the food, tiptoeing to hug his neck and kiss Chen Kuang once, “Good good good! Even if you stir-fry two more plates of greens I wouldn’t complain now!”
Chen Kuang: “…”
Just how much does she not like eating vegetables.
He guessed according to her level of dependence on meat: “Who cooks in your house, your dad?”
“Basically, yes.” She said.
“I bet your family definitely doesn’t let you eat just meat every day.” Chen Kuang picked up a piece of freshly stir-fried broccoli and fed it to her mouth, “Taste if it’s salty enough.”
Qiao Ling reluctantly bit into it, chewing while lowering her head, “Yeah, they always say I only know how to eat meat.”
“Sometimes when I go home to eat, seeing a whole table full of greens, my appetite disappears instantly, do you understand that kind of despair?”
Chen Kuang picked up the pot to rinse it, Adam’s apple rolling as he laughed while passing by, “So in our home, you’re completely lawless, knowing I’ll definitely spoil you more than your parents do.”
Hearing this, she floated over proudly relying on being favored, sticking onto his back again, like a mayfly-like little bug clinging to his broad and solid back, eyes blinking cutely.
“Then don’t you plan to spoil me? Can you bear it?”
Chen Kuang naturally couldn’t resist her cuteness attack, helplessly pushed her lightly, “Qiao Ling, like this I can’t wash the pot, I still need to stir-fry mushrooms.”
Qiao Ling pouted, silently took half a step back, adding another request: “Then I want to add another soup.”
He asked: “What soup?”
She thought for a moment: “Spinach soup, is there spinach at home?”
“There is.”
Qiao Ling looked at Chen Kuang seriously cooking, in her heart arose an indescribable sense of satisfaction and steadiness.
After meeting him, after being with him, apart from sweetness, heartbeat, and excitement, what she actually felt more was this strong sense of being supported and wrapped.
Chen Kuang’s financial strength, work ability, unshakable steady core, could completely support her, who was five years younger and not yet mature and strong enough.
He didn’t need to show off any flowery words, and could make her firmly believe that they would have a long-lasting future, and it would go smoothly.
Sometimes Qiao Ling even felt a little lucky—lucky to have met Chen Kuang at this moment in time, if he hadn’t moved to live under her shop, if he hadn’t joined Rouyin-jie and Qiao Jing’s bar, or if he hadn’t moved to Binyang at all.
Maybe the person standing beside him now would be someone else, and she would have missed Chen Kuang just like that.
Although love had never been a necessity in her life, being able to meet a man like Chen Kuang, she really felt she should go to the temple and burn a stick of incense to thank Guanyin Niangniang’s blessing, hehe.
Not only blessing her little shop to run well, but also picking up such a celestial-grade man.
“What are you thinking about again?” Chen Kuang’s voice sounded.
Qiao Ling came back to her senses, “Ah? Nothing.”
He heated the wok and added oil, using his chin to signal the stir-fried dish on the counter: “Go ahead and take this over first, the rice should be done too.”
“Okay.” She nodded her head.
Chen Kuang glanced around the narrow little kitchen and dining area, saying: “I looked at a few good apartment listings, later let’s go pick a place together.”
“Let’s buy a unit with a spacious layout, especially a flat with a more spacious kitchen.”
Qiao Ling placed the dish on the dining table, surprised: “You really want to buy a house?”
He didn’t understand: “Is this the kind of topic suitable for joking?”
She scratched her head: “I don’t know, but among people our age, buying a big luxury house is usually just a joke.”
Chen Kuang’s mouth corner itched, still said that line: “At my age, I should at least have some savings, right?”
Qiao Ling remembered the amount of partial savings he’d secretly told her about before, “……”
Some. Have a bit. Listen to this choice of words.
“Oh right, I forgot you’re the Wolf of Wall Street.”
Chen Kuang: “……”
If you’re bitter about the rich just say so, what’s with giving weird nicknames.
“Actually there’s no need to rush buying a house, the two of us living here is pretty good too.” Qiao Ling said.
He coaxed patiently: “A more spacious room, better supporting facilities, a more convenient and reassuring location, fully furnished, utilities and rent all free.”
“Between that and here, where would you live?”
She stayed quiet for a few seconds, expression unchanged, seriously and solemnly told him.
“A fully furnished big house!!!”
“When are we going to look at houses!!”
We young people! The thing we lack the least is face skin!
Chen Kuang held the wok in his hand, casually flipping the stir-fry, couldn’t hold back from laughing.
“Get ready to eat.”
“After eating let’s go look at houses together.”