Chapter 44: Be Prepared

Bumping into his dark pupils, Xu Qingwu felt a little uncomfortable and spoke hesitantly: "If I don't wash quickly, I'll catch a cold and affect the filming."

Cen Xihuai readily agreed: "I'll listen to my wife."

The bathtub had been filled with hot water in advance, and steam was rising from the retro-decorated bathroom.

With a click, the door was closed.

After removing her makeup for the wedding photos, Xu Qingwu did not put on makeup again, but only applied some lipstick to look more healthy.

Now wet from the shower, the red at the corners of his mouth was a little blurred.

Cen Xihuai couldn't help it, he pressed it with his thumb and wiped it off gently. The soft touch melted on his fingertips, and he couldn't help but rub it a few more times, and his throat tightened.

"Can I kiss you?"

Her fingers moved back and forth on her red lips again and again. Xu Qingwu lightly grabbed his hand and said shyly, "Kiss me if you want. Don't ask me again in the future."

She was instantly enveloped by his scent, her back pressed against the misty glass door, and she was forced to tilt her head back to kiss him.

Cen Xihuai's kiss is completely different from him. He is cold, but his kiss is strong and hot.

The bathroom was filled with heat and Xu Qingwu was almost suffocating. She pushed the man in front of her hard, and Cen Xihuai let her go.

Xu Qingwu almost lost her balance when Cen Xihuai grabbed her hand and placed it on her shirt: "Help me?"

Xu Qingwu blushed: "You do it yourself."

"We need to get to know each other quickly and not drive the photographer away."

Thinking of the photographer's sighs that were getting louder and louder during the afternoon shoot, Xu Qingwu actually felt that what Cen Xihuai said made sense. They were really not familiar with each other, and even though there was a negative distance, it was still easy to feel awkward.

Since we want to get to know each other, we must reciprocate.

Xu Qingwu took his hand and placed it on her waist: "Help me take off my skirt."

She looked like she was completing a task, and her expression was determined to join the party. Cen Xihuai smiled silently and reached for her zipper.

Xu Qingwu couldn't help but shudder and grabbed his arm tightly: "The zipper is on the right... It's so itchy..."

Finally, his fingertips touched the zipper hidden in the gap between the fabrics. He pulled it down slightly, and the skirt fell to the ground, piling up in a circle at his feet.

"now you."

Cen Xihuai lowered his head and kissed her lips again, and Xu Qingwu struggled to unbutton his clothes.

Feeling dizzy, she wondered why shirts had so many buttons; it was so hard to unbutton one of those tiny little ones.

"Wait."

Unable to do two things at once, Xu Qingwu pushed him away and finished the task at hand first.

After all the buttons were undone, Cen Xihuai grabbed her hand and placed it on the belt: "Continue."

When her fingers accidentally touched something, Xu Qingwu's face turned redder than the sumac in the back garden.

She reminded quietly: "Not that."

"I brought it."

Cen Xihuai packed all the luggage, and Xu Qingwu didn't put any thought into it. She opened her eyes wide in disbelief. How could he still be thinking about that when he was out doing such a tiring activity as taking wedding photos?

Cen Xihuai's expression was matter-of-fact: "It's better to be prepared."

He took the bath towel and wrapped it around himself, then opened the bathroom door and went out. When he came back, he had a small box in his hand.

Xu Qingwu huddled in the bathtub, then poked her head out and looked at him with a puzzled expression: "One is enough, right? We still have to take pictures tomorrow."

"Um."

The hot steam was rising, and Xu Qingwu felt that she was like the white mist, about to be melted by the heat.

…

When Xu Qingwu was carried out of the bathtub by Cen Xihuai, she had become as soft as a shrimp, curled up in his arms without the strength to move.

"You left no trace?"

Cen Xihuai thought of the teeth marks on her butterfly bone, and his eyes flickered: "No."

Cen Xihuai used a hair dryer to blow her hair. He had done this once before, and this time he was much more adept at it. Xu Qingwu sat in the chair and enjoyed his service calmly.

"Are you hungry? Want something to eat?"

"I want dessert."

"good."

Cen Xihuai made an internal call, and the kitchen brought up several desserts that had been prepared in advance on a cart.

There were many varieties, and finally Xu Qingwu picked a cup of mango sago, which she ate bite by bite with a small spoon.

My arms are a little sore. Cen Xihuai grabbed them and pressed them on my head for a long time in the bathtub. By the time he finished, my hands felt like they couldn't move.

Seeing her suddenly stop, Cen Xihuai asked, "What's wrong?"

"My hand hurts." Xu Qingwu glared at him.

"I'll feed you."

Cen Xihuai was very considerate. He picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful of food to her lips. Xu Qingwu opened her mouth and ate it, then continued to instruct him: "I want to eat macarons too."

Cen Xihuai gave her a purple macaron. As soon as Xu Qingwu took a bite, her face changed.

It's too sweet, it tastes bitter.

She wanted to spit it out, but she couldn't find any paper.

Cen Xihuai seemed to understand her intention and stretched out his hand towards her: "Spit on my hand."

Xu Qingwu was stunned for a moment and swallowed with difficulty.

How could she spit on his hand? That's too weird!

The sweetness spread from her mouth to her throat. She took the spoon from Cen Xihuai's hand, scooped up two mouthfuls of sugar water, and then swallowed it completely.

Seeing that she had almost finished eating, Cen Xihuai asked her, "Do you want to watch a movie?"

Xu Qingwu asked, "What movies are there?"

"I don't know either."

Cen Xihuai went to turn on the projector. When he sat down, Xu Qingwu lay on his legs like last time.

There was no way, her waist was a little sore and she didn't want to sit at all.

There were not many films to watch, and with the experience at home as a lesson, Xu Qingwu deliberately avoided romance films this time and randomly picked a doomsday science fiction film.

This can't be an accidental discharge, right?

However, Xu Qingwu did not expect that this science fiction film also contained a love element. The film tells the story of how, under a mysterious epidemic, humans have lost their sense of smell, taste, hearing, and vision one after another, and the world has fallen into endless darkness.

"Do you think the end of the world is really possible?"

Xu Qingwu looked up and asked Cen Xihuai. This was the first time she had seen him from this angle. Most people would have an extremely obvious double chin at this angle, but Cen Xihuai's jawline was perfect and smooth, with no blind spots at all.

“I don’t know.”

Cen Xihuai watched the movie absentmindedly, pinching a strand of her hair and entwining it around his fingertips.

"Your answer is like someone asking a leader whether it's A or B, and the leader answers "or" or ". It's really annoying."

Cen Xihuai chuckled and asked her, "What do you think?"

"I think so. There was a time before when I even thought about an asteroid hitting the earth, and then the earth exploded and humanity was wiped out."

"The probability of this happening should be extremely low." Cen Xihuai rationally commented on her unrealistic fantasy. "If there really is a doomsday, what would you want to do?"

Xu Qingwu thought about it seriously and said, "There's nothing special I want to do. I'll just lie down at home for a day. It's useless to struggle when the end of the world comes."

"You have a negative mindset."

Xu Qingwu remained noncommittal: "What about you? What do you want to do before the end of the world?"

Her head kept turning on her legs. Cen Xihuai held her face to prevent her from moving any further, and then restrainedly kissed her on the lips.

"Before the end of the world, I want to kiss you."