Chapter 175 Qiao Yanyu had no idea that her words were practically an invitation to He Zhao. This made He Zhao...

Qiao Yanyu had no idea that her words were practically an invitation to He Zhao. This made He Zhao's ears turn slightly red; her words also meant that from today onwards, neither she nor He Zhao were completely inexperienced.

Back home, they were both a little awkward. They went to their respective rooms and started washing up.

Qiao Yanyu took a longer time to shower because she had just returned from the hospital, while He Zhao showered very quickly. After showering, she knelt on the bed, looking at the various items laid out on it.

Although He Zhao lacked experience, she had known for a long time that she was a leper, and with other leper relatives and friends around her, she was already very familiar with the relevant knowledge. Knowing that Qiao Yanyu had been discharged from the hospital, and that they should take the next step, she placed an order for these things well in advance.

First and foremost, her fingernails. He Zhao had her nails trimmed two days in advance and even filed them down nicely. A friend named Lei had once told her that it's best not to trim your fingernails on the day you're doing this kind of thing. After all, that area is very delicate, and even if you file them down, they're bound to be a little sharp. So it's best to trim them about two days in advance.

Of course, if the frequency is particularly high, then Leizi should pay attention to keeping her fingernails smooth all year round.

Besides these, there are a few other essential items. For example, finger cots and oil. Oil is actually a must-have; it can greatly enhance the first experience between two people.

Some women experience dryness, and in such cases, using lubricant can provide a better experience for their partner. As for finger cots, they are for hygiene and health reasons. Even if you clean and care for your hands beforehand, finger cots are still necessary.

This is for your partner; you can't skip it just to save trouble.

Finally, there was mouthwash and breath freshener. Even after brushing her teeth, He Zhao still used these two products to clean her mouth again. She wanted to give Qiao Yanyu the best experience; since Qiao Yanyu had already handed over the reins to her, she couldn't let Qiao Yanyu have a bad experience.

After finishing these tasks, He Zhao checked the time and decided to head to Qiao Yanyu's room!

The moment Qiao Yanyu opened the bedroom door, He Zhao felt her blood rush to her head; the scene before her was far too stimulating. Actually, Qiao Yanyu hadn't revealed much; she was just wearing a bathrobe, the buttons undone, one shoulder exposed.

He Zhao coughed a few times, pretending to be a serious person, before blushing and saying, "Sister Qiao, I'm coming in."

"Um."

Qiao Yanyu let him in, and the two of them sat on the bed in silence. He Zhao mustered his courage, leaned over and kissed Qiao Yanyu, then pressed down on her shoulders, trying to pull her onto the bed. This time, Qiao Yanyu didn't resist, but obediently lay down.

What followed became much more natural. He Zhao reached out and unbuttoned Qiao Yanyu's bathrobe one button at a time, and surprisingly, there were no clothes underneath. Qiao Yanyu could be incredibly bold at times.

Kissing, embracing, clothes falling away one by one, and then things took a step further. In the heat of passion, He Zhao worshipped the scars on Qiao Yanyu's back, body, and legs with her lips. She didn't find the scars on Qiao Yanyu's body ugly; those scars, against her strong, muscular body, appeared exceptionally sacred.

However, such delicate kisses were somewhat torturous to Qiao Yanyu.

She urged him emotionally, "He Zhao... don't kiss me anymore..."

"good."

When He Zhao woke up the next day, he found that he was the one who was so tired that he couldn't even move his hands. It seemed that in these situations, the one who puts in the effort was always the one who was more exhausted. But making Qiao Yanyu happy was what brought He Zhao true satisfaction, both physically and mentally.

That's how it is; He Zhao can't cook for Qiao Yanyu anymore. Qiao Yanyu doesn't mind at all. She gets up and makes He Zhao instant noodles with hot pot base, which the "stitching ghost" highly recommends, and she's especially careful not to put too much spice in He Zhao's bowl.

Of course, it wasn't as delicious as He Zhao's, but it was made by Qiao Yanyu, and the taste wasn't much different, so He Zhao happily finished a big bowl.

At the dinner table, Qiao Yanyu suddenly spoke up: "Qingming Festival is in two days."

He Zhao paused in his eating and hummed in agreement.

Qiao Yanyu was a little embarrassed: "Could you come with me to sweep the graves? I want to take you to meet my mother. And your family too. You mentioned before that your parents have also passed away... You can't sweep the graves now, would you like to burn some paper money for them?"

He Zhao thought for a moment and immediately agreed. He Zhao couldn't be happier about meeting his future mother-in-law; the fact that Qiao Yanyu was taking him to meet her meant she truly accepted him. The fact that she even thought about his parents was incredibly touching for He Zhao.

"OK."

So, on Qingming Festival, the two naturally went out together. Qiao Yanyu got on her motorcycle, and He Zhao sat behind her. Now, He Zhao could openly hug Qiao Yanyu's waist, and the two were very close. It wasn't like before, when he wanted to hug her but was afraid that his actions would be too ambiguous and make Qiao Yanyu notice something.

By April, the weather had improved and the temperature had risen. The poem says, "It rains incessantly during the Qingming Festival," but this year's Qingming Festival was a bright and sunny day with a clear sky. In addition to people sweeping tombs, there were also many people going on spring outings.

The roads were completely jammed, but luckily Qiao Yanyu had a motorcycle, which made things a bit easier.

He Zhao rarely visits cemeteries, so she had no idea that there were so many people there. The steps were completely blocked by people coming to pay their respects, and they could only slowly make their way up with the flow of people. It took them about half an hour to leave the main path and walk along the small path in front of the graves.

After walking for a while, they arrived at Qiao Yanyu's mother's grave.

Flowers had already been placed in front of her tombstone, indicating that someone had arrived before them. He Zhao put down the white bouquet she was holding and looked at the tombstone. On the tombstone was a round black-and-white photograph of a woman with a gentle smile, who looked very much like Qiao Yanyu.

The name below shows that the other person's surname is also Qiao.

Qiao Yanyu knelt down, wiping the dust off the photo with her fingers, and softly said, "Mom, I've brought my lover to see you." Qiao Yanyu's voice was especially gentle, and her eyes were gentle too. He Zhao knelt down next to Qiao Yanyu, tugged at her sleeve, and asked, "Can I call her Mom too?"

"sure."

He Zhao nodded, then squatted down next to Qiao Yanyu and said softly, "Mom, nice to meet you. I'm He Zhao, and I'm Qiao Yanyu's girlfriend. We met about half a year ago, and it hasn't been that long since we met, fell in love, or even started dating. But I want to tell you that I really like and love Qiao Yanyu very much, and I want to be with her for the rest of my life, really. Please rest assured, we will definitely be happy together. If we ever have any arguments, I'll make sure Qiao Yanyu tries her best to be understanding."

Upon hearing He Zhao's words, Qiao Yanyu couldn't help but laugh.

Honestly, shouldn't we have told her to give in at a time like this?

He Zhao was still muttering to himself, "Please don't worry, I'll keep a close eye on Sister Qiao. I definitely won't let her forget to eat every day like before, and be as busy as a spinning top. I'll keep a close eye on her, make sure she eats on time, sleeps on time, and goes to bed early and gets up early, and we'll work together to live to be a hundred! Mom, please bless us from heaven, and make sure there are fewer of those messy things at the Tonghuan Association! Please bless us!"

He Zhao bowed sincerely, his words very earnest.

He even dragged Qiao Yanyu along, making her pray with him.

After she finished speaking, she gave Qiao Yanyu some private space so she could whisper to her mother, while she herself walked a little further away to stand in the breeze. After He Zhao left, Qiao Yanyu looked at her mother's photo and then said a lot.

The wind carried her words far away, leaving only a few words behind.

"Mom, don't worry, I've found the meaning of my life. Since I met her, life has become something I don't care about dying for. I want to live, I want to be with her, and live to be a hundred years old."

After talking for a while, Qiao Yanyu walked up to He Zhao, took her hand, and walked away together.

That evening, the two of them found a deserted intersection, burned some paper money for He Zhao's parents, and said a few words. But since it was an intersection, they had to do it secretly and quickly, otherwise, if such a thing happened during the Qingming Festival, passersby would be terrified.

But before they even got home, they saw their own house lights were on from downstairs. Somewhat suspicious, they went upstairs anyway. The moment they opened the door, they found the house was full of people.

Wang Yu took the lead and said, "Boss, Senior Qiao, Happy Qingming Festival!"

"That unreliable girl, who says 'Happy Qingming Festival'?" He Zhao's lips twitched, but he was in a good mood today and didn't want to argue with her. Strictly speaking, the house wasn't all people; there were also many ghosts, including He Zhao's group of regular customers.

They were also holding small drinks, presumably prepared in advance by Wang Yu and Li Xia. A large pile of food was laid out on the coffee table and dining table in the living room; clearly, they were waiting for them.

Before He Zhao could react, Wang Yu reached out and put an apron on her: "Boss, don't rush to rest. Go to the kitchen and start cooking rice for these guys."

The "these guys" Wang Yu was referring to were clearly He Zhao's group of regular customers. She shouldn't have given them Hua Hua's props in the first place; look, they've even come to her house. Qiao Yanyu wanted to say something, but Wang Yu pulled her away to the sofa first.

The Mud Demon, holding a trident, urged He Zhao, "We've been waiting for you for so long! You said you'd set up your stall in a couple of days, but it's been so many days! We're starving! Time to eat!"

"I'm hungry! Food!"

He Zhao laughed in exasperation: "Alright, it's just food, I'll make it for you! Just you wait, you'll eat it all in a minute!" Before entering the kitchen, He Zhao casually brought along his specially made chili powder. Today, none of these guys will escape!

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