Before starting, Song Qing reminded her many times, just play around, don’t take it seriously.
In his view, kissing cheeks and the neck was just like how she usually pinched his face, put her hand on his neck to warm it—playing around, just fooling, kissing didn’t count.
Maybe he was a bit traditional, thinking only very intimate very intimate relationships could kiss—for example, boyfriend and girlfriend, and husband and wife.
After spending a long time together, their relationship was already not inferior to family, but between family and boyfriend/husband, there was still a bit of difference.
He especially emphasized many times, but Nan Zhi still insisted, corrected his face, and kissed over seriously and cautiously.
At the beginning it was like dragonfly touches water, just a light touch—maybe she was tangled in understanding and feeling, what kissing felt like.
Kissing the cheek and neck was the same as kissing the arm, all didn’t count as kissing, only mouth-to-mouth did.
And the kiss—was her most serious, and longest one. So long that he had the feeling that, among a full table of dishes, Nan Zhi found the one she liked most. After that, she didn’t touch any of the other dishes, put all her attention on that one dish, determined to eat it all up.
Like discovering a new universe, she was very curious, and unrestrained, charged in with no technique, used a wild-style eating.
A total newbie couldn’t handle it at all.
A person who has never been loved, also doesn’t know how to love someone else—just like before, with no principle, no bottom line kind of giving everything.
Right now, to give everything to her, was equal to letting himself suffer, indulging her to take from his body.
But—it didn’t matter anymore, he could accept it.
That dish that she had set her eyes on for a long time was indeed eaten by her completely clean, not even a bit left. She then turned around and started staring at other dishes, suddenly seeming interested in the whole table of food. All at once she touched each dish evenly, and lightly tasted several bites.
Song Qing was even flipped over by her, into a face-down posture. Nan Zhi lifted up the hem of his clothes, exposed his entire back, her hand stroked along his bones, praised his bone structure as beautiful.
From time to time there were also people who praised him, said he looked good—but this was the first time someone said his bone structure was beautiful.
Then he remembered Nan Zhi was someone who drew. When sketching, she would first draw the outline of the body—following his lines, it also didn’t seem strange.
He lay there quietly, waiting for Nan Zhi to lose interest.
To a person who usually draws, when catching a real human body, the interest was not ordinary.
His exposed skin felt gradually cold, even the warm air couldn’t warm it up. Nan Zhi was still staring at him, and hadn’t pulled his clothes back down.
He could feel she was observing—observing his breathing, the rise and fall of his body, and the distribution of color patches.
Song Qing had never been looked at like this by anyone, and never had anyone so interested in him, continuously looking at him, kissing him, like a little girl who got a foreign doll, unwilling to let go.
He actually didn’t feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, he had a feeling of being completely accepted.
Nan Zhi didn’t dislike him at all, even if he told her he grew up eating leftover food, was very dirty—she still didn’t mind, and even kissed him harder, and longer.
As if using her actions to prove—she didn’t care about those things one bit.
Song Qing’s heart that had been hanging finally settled down, calmly thought:
Whatever then, anyway it didn’t feel bad.
Anyway, he had gotten closer to Nan Zhi—a bit more intimate, like the final layer of barrier had been broken.
Winter was too cold, the room was big, and the warm air supply was still not up. Or maybe it was because his body had been bare and exposed to the air for too long—he felt his body starting to shiver uncontrollably.
Nan Zhi also noticed, didn’t continue. She pulled down his clothes, wrapped up all his exposed parts. The blanket also came over, tucked tightly up to his neck.
Song Qing pulled the blanket at his chest tighter himself. Just as he turned his head, he saw the person beside him pull away, get out of bed, and walk out.
He didn’t know why, but there was not a single bit of post relaxation in his heart. On the contrary, he was somewhat disappointed—as if he was not too willing for her to leave.
But very soon he saw Nan Zhi circle back again from behind the screen and get onto his bed once more.
Unlike just now, this time she was holding a phone and a charger in her hand, as if she planned to stay here for a long while.
No matter what, just as she had finished plugging in the charger, Song Qing already reached out and turned off the light. The room instantly became pitch-black and inky. In such darkness, whatever Nan Zhi had wanted to do, it was already too late—she could only lie down on the spot.
He heard the rustling sounds beside him.
Although it was a standard room, there was only one bed, but there were two pillows—one on the bed. Song Qing touched the other one and handed it to her. Then he heard the sound of her lying down, and the sudden collapse of a shadow beside him.
In the dark, not being able to see only made things less awkward face to face, and made it more natural to get along.
Or perhaps, it was just that after a long time of being together, they had already gotten used to each other. Whether they could see or couldn’t see, whatever they did was naturally so. At least for now, he didn’t feel the slightest bit uncomfortable—just like it was supposed to be this way.
Song Qing closed his eyes. Just as he was about to fall asleep like this, there was movement behind him. Nan Zhi pressed her arm against his shoulder and opened her phone to show him.
On the screen was the house’s camera, facing directly at his bed. On the bed was a cat—it used to like drilling under the covers. If the two of them weren’t lying on the bed, it wasn’t very willing to come out, because it was cold.
Now they were practically on the blanket day and night, guarding the camera. As soon as someone spoke toward the camera, the two cats would instantly dart over, affectionately rubbing the lens.
Usually, they didn’t meow much either. When someone called them, they would gently call back, as if asking, where did you two go? Why haven’t you come back yet?
Before departing, Nan Zhi especially bought an automatic feeder. The litter box at home was also fully automatic—would clean itself. The water was boiled water poured in and kept at a constant temperature 24 hours a day. Even like that, she still couldn’t feel at ease. She hired someone to come every few days—to change the water, add canned food, check if the food outlet of the feeder was dispensing smoothly, and so on.
The two cats had no issues with eating, drinking, or using things. It was just that their spirits were somewhat listless. Without the two of them there, there was no light in their eyes.
Nan Zhi was already a bit worried about the two cats. Seeing them in this state made her even more anxious to go home. Under the night sky, she discussed with him—let’s go back tomorrow or the day after, rest well today.
Song Qing had no objections. He had originally come out just to accompany Nan Zhi—as long as she had fun, he didn’t mind.
As for work—even while out, as long as there was a computer, he could do it. The room they were staying in now had a computer, and Nan Zhi had also brought a tablet.
When she wasn’t drawing, she’d let him use the tablet. The phone could also be used temporarily. It was no big deal.
The two of them just curled up on the bed like that, as if talking about something private, chatted for a while before going to sleep.
Nan Zhi didn’t sleep well, but today, unexpectedly, there was no sound very early on. Don’t know if it was because it was too early, they hadn’t messed around much and went to sleep quickly—so they woke up early too. Around five in the morning, she already started stirring.
Tossing and turning frequently—even though she tried to deliberately keep her movements small. But since it was their first time sleeping together, Song Qing, unusually, as if he had something on his mind, didn’t sleep too deeply—he was immediately woken up.
Since he was already awake, he simply spoke and asked Nan Zhi if she wanted to go out for a stroll, see if there was anything to eat.
He had discovered that most of the time Nan Zhi couldn’t sleep was because her stomach was acting up. As long as she ate something hot before bed, she’d sleep very soundly. If she didn’t, or if what she ate didn’t keep her full, she’d start stirring in the middle of the night.
Last night when they got back, they didn’t eat anything. That was probably also the reason she woke up so early—her body’s stored heat had all been used up.
Nan Zhi reached her hand out from under the blanket to test—cold air rushed up her body. Even though the air conditioner had been on all night, it was still no use. She really didn’t want to go out, because it would only be colder outside.
But she really had no sleepiness left either, so she could only nod and give an “mm.”
She had a procrastinating personality, but Song Qing was not. Once spoken, he turned on the light right away and began tidying up to prepare for departure.
At that time, Nan Zhi was still in the blanket, knowing that if she didn’t get up, Song Qing also wouldn’t rush her, but would just sit quietly beside her, watching her all the time.
Nan Zhi’s conscience couldn’t rest, so she eventually got up, returned to her own bed to put on a coat.
She didn’t plan on going back to sleep, so she didn’t fully change—just put on a big coat, and under her pajama pants added a pair of thermal leggings, otherwise going out would freeze her legs.
The fluffy pajamas were fine at home with the heating on—not cold at all. But once outside, it wouldn’t work—the seams were big, cold wind could blow straight in.
Nan Zhi put on her tiger-head slippers. When she came out, Song Qing was looking for his phone. She had messed with him quite a bit last night. He didn’t get lost, but the phone couldn’t be found.
Song Qing pursed his lips, flipping back and forth on the bed looking for it. Rarely, he was slower than her. She had already finished getting ready, and only then did he start putting on a coat—hadn’t even gotten into the wheelchair.
Nan Zhi told him to get himself ready first; she would help look for the phone.
She remembered that yesterday when she came over, Song Qing was playing on it. His memory had always been very good—probably it was that being bullied by her gave him too much of a shock, so he forgot where he put it.
Nan Zhi hadn’t paid attention to where it went afterward either. The blanket was flipped open entirely; they searched back and forth and couldn’t find it. In the end, it was found under the bed.