After getting into a relationship with Chen Kuang, especially after the two people had substantial-relationship, Qiao Ling more and more felt that her body did not listen to her own command anymore.
Not only would she become even more restless than before before physiological period, especially at this kind of moment right now, even if she herself lacked interest, body would still swiftly under his teasing become moist and hot, completely unable to control, and then would become like now, be explored a hand by Chen Kuang, and even took it out to show her, mocking her for being disgraceful.
Could it be… could it be that she actually was a heavy-desire person!?
Actually possessed a very promiscuous body… sounds like the female lead of yellow manga!
Qiao Ling inexplicably got a little excited, but did not know what she was excited about.
Her face reddened as she pushed away his wet fingers, voice like popsicle gradually melting into sweet soup: “Go away… I hate you.”
“Who told you to randomly touch me.”
Chen Kuang wiped his hand, continued holding her face pecking kisses, with much interest continuing to tease her pure desire, “So how is it, hearing what I just said.”
“Do you have longing for living in together like that? Hmm?”
“There is… but.” Qiao Ling tilted her head, unable to push away his mouth kissing and sucking at her neck, both laughing and anxious: “You, don’t press on me, Chen Kuang do you know how heavy you are?”
“Like a Russian brown bear, every time I feel like I’m going to get flattened by you.”
“Don’t like me pressing on you?” Chen Kuang held her wrist and kissed it near his lips, “Then you come on top.”
“That’s not the point!” She felt if she didn’t stop it now she’d get stripped clean, lifting her leg to block his movement going downward, quickly said: “Just came back from outside haven’t even washed, dirty, you don’t do that.”
Chen Kuang’s forehead leaned on her big thigh, lazily rubbing, “It’s okay, I don’t mind you dirty.”
Qiao Ling was about to faint, immediately said: “I mind you dirty, isn’t that okay?”
The two looked big eye to small eye, then pushed at each other’s hands and suddenly both laughed, messing around together.
Chen Kuang pounced back again, pressing on her and kissing her in a flurry.
Qiao Ling stretched both arms passing through either side of his neck, stretching high like swan neck, then slowly lowering, fingers exploring into the roots of his soft hair at the back of his head, circling.
Her fingertips scratching here and there in his hair, same effect as using a little cat tail to sweep across.
The itch at the nerve endings is hardest to precisely soothe, Chen Kuang instantly felt as if some nerve in his brain suddenly twitched violently, kissing her tongue could only use more force, lightly bit her lower lip with teeth, to vent this unhappy feeling like scratching an itch through a boot.
The nerves and blood vessels on the lips are rich, he only lightly bit once and Qiao Ling already hurt to the point of humming, reaching up to scratch his Grandpa’s lover’s head [note: “爷爷的爱人的头” is slang or euphemism with layered innuendo], Chen Kuang felt pain, itch, and pleasure all at once, directly letting go of her mouth laughing out loud, grabbing her hand to beg for mercy: “Wait a minute… you this is foul play.”
His breaking-defense laughing sound was low and fragmented, full of joy, Qiao Ling with slight voice-control immediately heard it and her heart bloomed, also grinned: “What～ allowed you to bite me but not allowed me to scratch your neinei \[奶奶 nǎinai, literally grandma, here playful slang for chest or sensitive spot]?”
Chen Kuang propped up beside her laughing non-stop, even if using hand to vaguely block the lower half of his face, the flying corners of his eyes while laughing still exposed his rare so happy mood.
He probably had never laughed like this from childhood to now, being together with her not sure about other things, probably because laughed too much, crow’s feet must definitely grow a few years earlier.
“Mm… but you this is too much, living twenty-eight years no one ever treated this part of me like that.” Chen Kuang laughed, deliberately putting on a deterrent look pulling her over, “Looks like today all the more can’t let you off.”
“Ling Ling, today we don’t have to hurry, let’s play something different.”
Qiao Ling wailed, clamping him twisting messily, “You lust demon! Big lust ghost! I want to play phone! Let me play games watch dramas scroll Douyin!!”
Chen Kuang lightly hummed, pinching her back neck, like big gray wolf lifting little rabbit same way, “Yes, big lust demon big silver demon coming to eat you.”
“Won’t stop until doing something bad.”
Qiao Ling also just shouted that one sentence, the next second her small mouth that would go bap-bap was sealed by him, leaving only sticky, mumbling feedback inside.
…………
Today he was in great mood, even took out the “Xiaole gift” that hadn’t been used for a long time, person and machine together working, before even getting to the main course already made Qiao Ling nearly small-dead, transforming into a slippery white strip fish soaked in sweat.
Chen Kuang took deeply to heart her saying she minded him dirty, hand plus “beauty instrument” made her muddled and cloudy, after getting dehydrated, directly carried her into their small sanitary pad, closed the door, as if closing the railing of a beast arena.
From there began the second round of the main course game.
Then it was again the usual tossing, flipping, stir-frying, tossing the wok, adding oil, covering lid to collect sauce…
Ever since having that lifestyle, Qiao Ling discovered the washing machine in the sanitary pad had gained a new function — that was her leaning support tool.
This second-hand drum washing machine had endured too much.
Separated by her human-shaped bread, continuously enduring wave after wave of brute force destruction from Chen Kuang this silver demon.
The so-called hitting the cow through the mountain, through her that washing machine — would this washing machine one day really get dismantled by him?
“What are you thinking about?” The person behind suddenly reminded her.
Qiao Ling’s body still carried bubbles from the shower gel, already slippery, this moment again pounced onto the washing machine lid, getting called by him made a muffled sound.
“Ah! You! The washing machine will be fine!”
Chen Kuang’s body also covered in the same fragrant shower bubbles as her, lightly laughing, licking away a spot of foam behind her ear, “Still got time to care about the washing machine?”
“I see you’re not as unable to take it as you say, can’t eat, going to die.”
“Our Ling Ling is as modest as always.”
“Turn over, try this kind, something new I learned.”
Qiao Ling: “!! Where did you go learn bad things!!”
After that she no longer had the energy to scold him, opening her mouth besides meaningless creaking noises could no longer express any emotion…
Bathroom door tightly closed, steam swirling, oxygen lacking, both people sweating and suffocating, like crazy drawing nutrients to survive from every place on each other’s skin pores…
Did not know how long passed, Qiao Ling weakly collapsed on top of the washing machine lid, in her blurry and dizzy line of sight, the wash basin faucet’s water flow kept dripping and flowing, just like herself right now.
Every time it’s like this, not wanting to do it, yet getting made by him to feel so good to the point of being unrecognizable.
So tired.
So happy…
On this day off, Qiao Ling still as she wished got to play her phone, because after finishing the nerves were too excited, also at the afternoon half-awake time, so after being carried to wash, she curled up on the sofa happily played phone for a few hours.
Until after dinner.
A certain hateful man who still couldn’t get enough threw her into the bedroom, once again bringing a longing expression while using a beast-like posture to issue invitation toward her.
Then the result naturally was that she did not resist the temptation of male color, once again tasting a round of Chef Chen’s culinary showcase, stir-frying, pan-frying, tossing — life-threatening tossing.
In the end, Qiao Ling buried her face into the pillow, tears flowing endlessly from her life, regretful thinking:
Would’ve been better not to have a day off! On normal workdays he at most only comes once.
Wuwuwu, she wants to go to work! She wants to open the shop!!!
…………
Having been tormented too fiercely by him, Qiao Ling almost couldn’t get up from bed the next day. When she was pulled out from the covers by both his hands, her resentment reached the peak, the look in her eyes towards him full of killing intent, so real it could immediately start acting a suspense crime movie.
Chen Kuang smoothed out her hair messy like a chicken nest, let out a puchi laugh: “Little shop owner, can’t laze in bed, time to work on the career.”
“I have a deep realization.” Qiao Ling, pulling her hoarse voice, muttered to him: “Do you know what it is?”
Chen Kuang took out a pair of clean socks, sitting by the bed helping her put them on, “Mm, what.”
“Women, if they want to focus wholeheartedly, energetically work on career.” She drooped her eyelids, using chanting to beat him several rounds, “First must seal the heart and lock love.”
“Abstinence, abstain from men.”
“Cut off x life, then can walk up to life’s peak.”
Her tone full of sarcastic complaint, the man helping her put on socks seemed like he didn’t hear, Chen Kuang took over the folded sweater again, saying to her: “Raise your hands.”
Qiao Ling pouted, raised her hands, letting him help take off her sleepwear, put on the sweater for her.
Chen Kuang served her like serving an ancestor, helping her change all the clothes on her body, in the end put the underwear into her hands, “This you can put on yourself, right?”
She stared——
Did not speak.
Chen Kuang smoothed her hair again, both hands supporting the bed, leaning over to kiss her lips, his morning-clear eyes having a unique clean charm.
“Really determined to ban me?”
“Truly willing, Miss Qiao.”
After speaking, he didn’t wait for her answer, hooking a very shallow smile as he got up, left the bedroom.
Qiao Ling raised her still soft hand, grabbing her own underwear, fiercely glaring outside the bedroom door——
“……”
Fuck! Can’t quit at all!
Where did this man’s skill at hooking people come from!!!
…………
Breakfast was settled in the car, Chen Kuang following yesterday’s plan went upstairs with Qiao Ling, to take a look at her Miao silver great work completed yesterday.
The dowry design that Qiao Ling’s grandmother back then gave to the granddaughter, the overall type still followed the most common and most grand Miao ethnic silver horn type big head ornament, the bigger the heavier, the more direct the feeling declaring the entire clan, or the elder who made it showing emphasis and care toward the dowry’s girl.
But the carving craftsmanship and carved totems on the ornament were things inherited from the Yang clan’s branch.
Though placed in the present time it seemed a bit exaggerated, Qiao Ling still followed grandma’s blueprint to completely restore what she had made back then.
Chen Kuang walked into the shop, seeing on her workbench that towering Miao silver head ornament so grand it made people fall silent, suddenly understood why after finishing it yesterday she would have those feelings after going home.
Clean and glittering silver under sunlight was like carrying holy light.
Several catties of Miao silver big silver horn head ornament.
At one glance, those two silver horns almost half as tall as the wearer’s height were the most attention-catching. The taller and bigger, the more convincing; perhaps a thousand years ago it was precisely the thing to lead the clan forward, existing like a clan’s female leader.
Piling silver like mountains, silver flowers and silver grass because of spring mechanism trembled, just like the embodiment of wind blowing across the plains, silver tassels ringing in the first row, as if the sound of a river flowing.
The weight of silver, how can it compare to the weight of this inheritance of a thousand years of mysterious culture.
Chen Kuang truly was so amazed he couldn’t speak, at this moment, Qiao Ling pulled his hand forward, “Come, there’s still the last step, help me together.”
He didn’t understand: “Isn’t it already completely finished? Looks very complete.”
“Yes, but still missing this.” Qiao Ling handed him one of two prepared white chicken feathers, “Help me insert it at the top of the silver horn, there’s a socket.”
“Many people would think these two big horns on the Miao silver head ornament are rhino horns or something, but actually they’re not.” She pulled over a height-increasing stool, stepped on it, carefully brushing over each component, “It’s bird feathers.”
“When drawing in flat painting, it’s the wings of phoenix birds, cut down and looked at from the front, it looks like ox horns.”
“The part that got lost first was this pair of horns, grandma’s two sons back then even though they didn’t understand Miao silver, could tell which parts weighed more, dismantled and sold it, ai.”
“I read a lot of materials, probably because that ethnic group’s migration history is very long, what they worship is birds, hoping also to gain a pair of wings, yearning for light, yearning to fly out of dangerous mountains and bad waters, to find a truly livable and prosperous land.”
“So, these two horns must have real feathers inserted on top to be considered complete.” Qiao Ling gestured for him and herself together, simultaneously fixing the feathers onto both horns.
Once chicken feathers were installed on the silver horns, when worn, the highest point’s feathers would sway with the wind, and the silver horns would appear even taller, combining the grand and majestic with the beauty of lightness and grace.
Chen Kuang quietly listened to her speak, following her movements, carefully inserting the white chicken feather into the highest point.
This spectacular Miao silver head ornament, officially declared complete.
Chen Kuang looked at Qiao Ling at this moment, suddenly understanding what the phrase “a person with a dream is shining at all times” means.
“Want to try wearing it?”
“Right, you haven’t seen, actually when I was making it privately, I often tried it on.” Qiao Ling chuckled, stepped down from the height-increasing stool, mustered strength, lifting the head ornament.
Chen Kuang stepped up to help her hold it up, asking her how to assist.
The two of them with four hands jointly supported this dowry head ornament, then slowly watched it fall onto the top of Qiao Ling’s head.
The head ornament fit tightly and perfectly decorated her head, not a single error, extremely suitable.
The moment Qiao Ling raised her eyes carrying dazzling silver light to look at him—within Chen Kuang’s calm eyes couldn’t help but roll with many emotions.
Qiao Ling saw the other party looking dumbfounded, heart couldn’t stop feeling full, opened her white teeth, smiling at him, stirring that row of fine delicate silver tassels.
The small triangular silver pendants clashed and collided under her fiddling, the clear crisp sound making people’s heart gates open wide.
“Is it beautiful?” She asked.
Chen Kuang held her hands, while heart was floating with waves, also feeling a heavy sense of responsibility.
He wanted to see her wearing this dowry set stunning everyone at their wedding scene, fulfilling her grandmother’s long-cherished wish.
After a few seconds, he nodded, giving the simplest yet most sincere answer: “Beautiful, both you and it.”
Qiao Ling wearing the silver ornament tilted her head, joy overflowing at the corners of her brows, blossoming in a delicate smile.
…………
At around 8 o’clock that night, Qiao Ling sent off the last guest, feeling bored heading home by herself, so simply opened Epic for a stroll, just happened to check if Xiaole wanted to come out for a drink.
Today Chen Kuang was on duty, but not sure if Xia Tian was there.
Ever since Chen Kuang decided to change careers, sometimes even when it wasn’t Xia Tian’s shift, Xia Tian would still be there.
That tsundere guy’s mouth said he disliked Chen Kuang, but lately he’s been sticking to him more and more, as if trying to take advantage of Chen Kuang’s last days there, to quickly dig out some bartending talent and experience from him.
That person’s behavior and actions were actually quite easy to understand, single-minded, very simple.
Qiao Ling packed up her things, as usual washed her bangs in the shop, then rode her little electric scooter happily rushing towards Epic bar.
Although the fact that Chen Kuang would be leaving in less than a month hadn’t been disclosed by the people in the bar, somehow, there were still customers who guessed one or two things, and then word spread around, as if Chen Kuang was about to fly far away tomorrow. This caused the bar to be full even on weekdays.
At first, Qiao Jing still tried to clarify the rumor, but seeing that this gossip brought such good economic benefit, Xie Rouyin just let the customers spread it however they liked—earning a bit more is earning a bit more.
Anyway, when the time comes Chen Kuang would find a way to explain clearly. Once he opened his mouth with that face, how could the customers still be angry?
But Qiao Ling didn’t know the situation at the bar. Happily pushing open the door, she was almost scared by the grand scene inside the bar. She glanced at the customers still sitting at the entrance waiting for a seat, and asked the waiter responsible for queueing numbers: “What’s going on??”
“Did Chen Kuang go viral on Douyin again?” She covered her mouth, feeling like her own boyfriend was about to sign with an MCN tomorrow to take advertisements.
The waiter scratched his head, unable to explain clearly: “Haiya, just… nothing! Little Qiao Meimei, you go on inside, just sit at Sister Rouyin’s spot.”
“She’s chatting with customers, the bar counter spot is empty.”
Qiao Ling nodded, walked into the bar under the confused gazes of the waiting customers.
The atmosphere at the bar counter was lively, the clattering sound of shaking shakers continuous, complementing the jazz music in the bar, melodious and romantic.
Standing here, she suddenly recalled the scene of herself walking into Epic for the first time, seemed to be like this too.
Meeting eyes from far away with Chen Kuang at the bar, realizing that her cousin’s love rival was actually the flower-arm big brother living downstairs.
Thinking about it now, it really was ridiculous.
Back then, she had almost been scared to pee.
Qiao Ling pursed her lips and smiled, then noticed the originally busy people inside the bar counter, as if telepathic, all looked over from afar.
Today, Chen Kuang was wearing a work suit jacket, black sleeve garters making him look even sexier with his fast shaking movements, his eyes across the distance catching her gaze, slightly lighting up.
He put down the shaker, pulled up a smile, pointed his chin slightly towards the manager’s exclusive seat in front of him.
Signaling for her to come sit.
Qiao Ling was caught off guard and got teased, puffed her cheeks, shuffled forward in small steps.
Then, under the collective gaze of all the customers at the bar counter, she sat down in the corner spot of the bar counter.
“Eh? Didn’t you say that spot is for the two managers to rest?” A pair of couple customers asked the waiter standing nearby, teasing: “What’s going on, cutting the line for looks? If you’re good-looking enough, even the managers don’t need to queue to sit?”
“Exactly, you can’t just let a pretty girl cut in line because she’s good-looking.” A woman holding her drink laughed.
Qiao Ling was so embarrassed by the teasing that she didn’t know how to explain, pretended not to hear, opened the drink menu, burying her face in it.
Can’t see me, can’t see me…
At this time, Chen Kuang, while decorating the drink in front of him, opened his mouth: “She’s different, she doesn’t need to queue.”
Everyone looked at him.
Hm???
The waiter holding the tray waiting to serve food helped finish Kuang-ge’s sentence, smiling: “Right, because this Miss is that.”
The customers: “Which??”
The waiter little brother looked toward Chen Kuang, “Ge, what do you usually call this? What does it count as?”
He placed the finished drink onto the other’s tray, then leaned forward, deliberately pulling away the drink menu that Qiao Ling was using to shrink like an ostrich, putting it aside, tone gentle with a teasing note: “Don’t look anymore, later I’ll make you a special mix.”
Qiao Ling picked at the dried fruits in the plate, pretending to be very busy: “…Oh.”
Chen Kuang slanted his eyes, saying to those customers still waiting for the gossip result—
“Count as family member.”