Chapter 17 Only You, I Want You to Kiss Me.

"I'll take it seriously."

The main light in the room was slapped off by Tuan Tuan. The only light in the room now came from the dim ambient mushroom lamp by the bedside. The view was limited, but Zhou Jinqin could still feel the man's passionate gaze.

Liang Minghe moved closer, his head drooping low, his prominent nose almost touching the depths of her shoulder and neck.

However, at a respectful distance, he subtly sniffed, as if to confirm whether she was drunk and how much truth was in her words.

Zhou Jinqin was fortunate that Tuantuan's timely intervention allowed her blushing face to be completely hidden in the turbulent night.

Afraid that saying another word would reveal her cowardice, she forced herself to remain calm and coldly replied, "It's up to you," before lying down on the bed.

He had become such a talkative fellow, which made Liang Minghe chuckle.

After standing by the bed for a while, I noticed the person on the bed was curled up in a corner, and it was easy to see that she was nervous.

Liang Minghe smiled, bent down and lifted one side of her blanket, squeezed in, and gently hugged her from behind.

The scorching heat instantly enveloped Zhou Jinqin completely, making her feel as if her heart was being roasted on a fire, and her body temperature seemed to have far exceeded the body's regulatory range.

She clearly only occupied a small corner of the bed, but Liang Minghe was not satisfied and wanted to take a share of even her corner.

She should have driven the person away, but she couldn't speak, and her body had lost even the most basic reflexes.

If Zhou Jinqin were to describe this novel experience in more detail, she would say it was like sleep paralysis; apart from her consciousness spinning, she was completely unable to move.

But the difference is that she wasn't afraid; in fact, she had a sense of wonder and exploration that she herself barely noticed.

However, Liang Minghe seemed to sense it. He held Zhou Jinqin's slender waist with his large hands, and his moist lips lightly touched the back of her neck, then deepened until there was no air left to breathe, before reluctantly moving a few steps away.

He seemed to adore Zhou Jinqin's neck, his delicate kisses like a localized rain shower, lingering there amidst the subtropical heat.

During a heavy downpour, Zhou Jinqin suddenly woke up and abruptly raised her hand to cover her neck.

"What's wrong? Don't you want it?" Liang Minghe propped himself up to look at her flushed face, his voice hoarse and low, accompanied by irregular, sexy breaths.

Zhou Jinqin didn't dare look into his dreamy, alluring eyes. She turned her head away and stammered, "I have another interview to attend."

Summer clothes don't cover much...

"Okay." Liang Minghe chuckled softly, his voice heavy with affection, which made one almost feel touched and hear a hint of doting understanding.

Liang Minghe placed his hand on Zhou Jinqin's thin shoulder and gently pulled it down, dislodging her sleeve and leaving her shoulder isolated and helpless.

The man's burning lips landed again, circling along his shoulder and then moving along his collarbone, leaving a trail of wetness in their wake.

The collarbone seemed to be a dividing line. As a model citizen, Liang Minghe adhered to the rules and did not explore the mysterious, soft area below without permission.

But this was enough to give Zhou Jinqin a hard time. At this moment, she was like a fully cooked shrimp, her whole body was red, and she maintained the most rigid and stiff posture.

Liang Minghe was amused by her tense and serious expression and said, "You're so stiff."

Perhaps her brain had been steamed, because Zhou Jinqin retorted almost without thinking: "You're clearly harder."

Those who put themselves in your shoes understand best.

The moment those words were spoken, both of them were stunned.

Zhou Jinqin wished she could disappear into a hole in the ground, but with those large hands holding her tightly, she had nowhere to go but to hug the blanket and bury her head in it.

To some extent, Zhou Jinqin's indulgence was the absolute factor leading to this outcome.

She couldn't bear it, and after thinking for a moment, she asked in a muffled voice, "Liang Minghe, I can help you if you need it..."

"How can I help?" Liang Minghe asked her, amused.

A pale, slender hand silently emerged from under the covers and stood there, held straight up in the air.

Zhou Jinqin's period was not over yet. Although her menstrual flow was not heavy, it was always spotting and would last for a full seven days.

Liang Minghe was amused by her adorable appearance. He buried his face in her neck, lingering there for a long time before shaking his head and saying with difficulty, "You don't need to do that..."

"What should we do then?" Zhou Jinqin took off the blanket and turned her head to look at him.

Liang Minghe raised his hand to cover her eyes, preventing her from turning to see his expression. He tilted his head back and kissed the back of her head, saying with restraint, "I can do it myself."

After saying that, he used his other hand to pat the mushroom lamp. Once the fragrance spores landed and the light went out, plunging the room into complete darkness, he released his hand from Zhou Jinqin's eyes and got up to go towards the bathroom.

He was gone for a long time, and when he came back, he was incredibly well-behaved. Although he didn't go back to his own bed, he strictly guarded the 38th parallel and didn't do anything that crossed the line.

The next morning, Liang Minghe got up very early.

Zhou Jinqin was not fully awake at the time. She lay on the bed with dazed eyes and asked him where he was going.

Liang Minghe said he would go buy a cup of herbal tea to cool down.

Zhou Jinqin didn't remember what time it was; she actually woke up at 7:30, having had a rare good night's sleep.

She fed Tuantuan the cat, made herself a cup of coffee, and then snuggled up on the sofa in the living room with a little sheep pillow while revising her resume.

"Ding-dong~ Ding-dong~ Ding-dong~"

The doorbell rang regularly. Zhou Jinqin thought it was Liang Minghe returning. She went to open the door barefoot, but to her surprise, a completely unfamiliar young woman was standing behind the door.

The woman was surprised for a long time when she saw Zhou Jinqin. She looked back at the gaudy decorations on the door before she realized that she had not gone to the wrong place.

She blinked and asked curiously, "Hello, I'm looking for Liang Minghe, who are you?"

“Zhou Jinqin.” Zhou Jinqin thought for a moment and then added, “Liang Minghe’s wife.”

The other person's mouth dropped open, their face filled with disbelief: "So what that guy was saying about being newlyweds was true!"

Zhou Jinqin smiled politely: "We just got married last week."

She asked, "Who are you?"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself." The woman extended her hand. "I'm Kang Na, the editor in charge of Liang Minghe's publishing work."

Connie… Zhou Jinqin looked at that vibrant and sunny face, paused for a long time, and then remembered that she hadn’t held the other person’s hand yet.

Kanna asked, "I'm here to urge him on the manuscript. Isn't he home? Or is he still asleep?"

Zhou Jinqin shook her messy head and forced a smile, saying, "He went out to buy herbal tea. If you're not in a hurry, come in and wait. He should be back soon."

"Who drinks herbal tea in the morning?" Kanna chuckled, thanked her, and went inside.

She seemed very familiar with the house, finding the sofa in no time, and casually patted the swampy little ball of fur that was swarming nearby.

Connor asked curiously, "Jinqin, are you also a freelancer?"

Zhou Jinqin put down her coffee and honestly said, "I'm temporarily unemployed."

Kanna nodded understandingly: "The market is sluggish right now, and it's tough for any industry. It's good to take a break and recuperate. In our publishing industry, quite a few books get rejected throughout the year. And Liang Minghe is still not up to par. Getting him to submit a manuscript is like asking him to die. That's why I had no choice but to come over. I hope I didn't bother you."

"No, it's kind of you to make the trip." Zhou Jinqin smiled.

"It's all for making money, isn't it?" Kanna smiled, like a healthy and energetic little lamb. "I just didn't know you were home alone. I only brought one breakfast, otherwise you could have eaten it secretly without telling him?"

"No need, she doesn't eat too much meat in the morning." Liang Minghe just pushed the door open and came in, carrying the bag from the bakery last night.

"Tch!" Kanna scoffed. "You're just showing off."

"What are you doing here so early in the morning?" Liang Minghe asked as he unpacked the bag in his hand and spread it out in front of Zhou Jinqin.

Kanna crossed her arms: "Hurry up! with the draft!"

Liang Minghe calmly replied, "Isn't there still seven days left?"

"You know there are only seven days left? If you hadn't told me, I would have thought it was seven hundred years." Kanna was exasperated by her lack of self-confidence.

"Have you heard the story of the desert half-full glass of water? A good mindset brings vitality and hope." Liang Minghe was clearly a habitual procrastinator, handling this kind of thing with absolute ease.

Kanna glanced at her sports watch; there was only half an hour left before work. She stood up, too lazy to argue with him anymore: "I've sacrificed my sleep to come and wait for you just to get the manuscript. Can't you at least be kind?"

"Okay, I'll send you the first half later," Liang Minghe agreed.

"That's more like it." Conna said with satisfaction. She waved to Zhou Jinqin, "I was in a hurry to get to work and didn't have time to get to know you properly. Let's have dinner together next time."

"Okay, sure," Zhou Jinqin replied with a smile.

A very lively and cheerful girl, Zhou Jinqin watched her disappearing figure for a long time.

Seeing that she was completely different from how she treated the croissants yesterday, Liang Minghe asked curiously, "Are you tired of them? I saw that you seemed to want more yesterday, and you even went out of your way to buy the first batch that came out of the oven."

"No." Zhou Jinqin picked up one and took a bite, but then realized it didn't taste right. She couldn't help but ask, "You seem to know her very well."

Liang Minghe thought for a moment and said, "We've known each other for eight years."

His graduation project was not well received by his supervisor, who felt that his work was too childish and naive, lacked depth, failed to explore the true meaning of life, and was an attractive but meaningless piece of work.

Liang Minghe couldn't understand at all why the childlike heart that he had possessed in the past couldn't continue to exist in his life, since he had just grown up, not died.

At the time, Kanna was an intern at Tongle Group. She stumbled upon his work online and recommended it to her mentor. After internal discussion, they unanimously agreed to make adults with childlike hearts the focus of the year and bought his graduation project to design it as the main doll of the year.

Tongle Group is the largest infant and child product manufacturer and distributor in China. Thanks to Kangna's introduction, Liang Minghe is still cooperating with Tongle.

After graduating, Connie started working at Tongle Publishing House in Shenzhen. The two met for the first time and became friends.

Just as Zhou Jinqin thought, Kang Na was indeed a very sunny and cheerful girl. In some ways, she was the same kind of person as Liang Minghe, positive and outgoing, completely different from her, who always had a repressed and bitter heart.

When Zhou Jinqin thought back to the message she had mistakenly seen from Kong Feifei, she was surprised to find that she herself had thought that Liang Minghe and Kang Na were a natural pairing, and no wonder they misunderstood.

Liang Minghe found a small bird hair tie in the drawer and put it on Zhou Jinqin's hand.

While she was wondering, he smiled and made a request: "My hair is blocking my eyes, can you tie it up for me?"

To reduce the height difference between them, Liang Minghe sat on the sofa, and Zhou Jinqin stood in front of him.

Because he lay down to blow-dry his hair yesterday, his hair was unruly today, and because it was rather long, a lot of it was hanging down in front of his forehead, blocking his vision.

Zhou Jinqin grabbed a few stray hairs from his forehead and wrapped them around his head with a children's hair tie, remaining silent the whole time.

Liang Minghe looked up at her and asked, "Zhou Jinqin, are you jealous?"

Zhou Jinqin was a little embarrassed and said awkwardly, "I was just curious."

"What are you curious about?" He seemed determined to get to the bottom of it, leaving her no room for negotiation.

"It's nothing," Zhou Jinqin replied, unable and afraid to answer.

Liang Minghe brought his knees together, grabbed her wrist and gently pulled, and Zhou Jinqin, caught off guard, floated lightly into his lap.

The two looked at each other, and Liang Ming stared straight at her, ruthlessly exposing her: "Are you curious whether I've ever dated her?"

Zhou Jinqin didn't say anything. She tried to break free, but the man used his hands and legs to bind her even tighter.

"No." Zhou Jinqin calmed down after Liang Minghe's affirmative answer.

She stared blankly at the man standing so close to her, who was holding her face and gently pressing his fingertips against her cheeks, as if touching some precious treasure.

“I haven’t talked to Kanna, nor have I talked to anyone else,” Liang Minghe said seriously. “It’s always been you.”

Zhou Jinqin sat there dumbfounded on his strong lap, her face full of surprise and disbelief.

Liang Minghe smiled and said, "You don't think I'm trustworthy?"

“A little…” Zhou Jinqin answered honestly.

He has the face of a womanizer; how could a handsome and self-aware playboy not linger among the ladies?

While it's true that you can't judge a book by its cover, who can guarantee that the person they meet isn't someone else entirely?

Liang Minghe laughed in anger. He grabbed her fingertip and bit it hard, leaving a wet, neat tooth mark.

He scoffed, "Does it hurt?"

Zhou Jinqin looked at the teeth marks on her hand and blinked pitifully, "It hurts."

Seeing her like this, Liang Ming's tough stance softened again.

He buried his head in her soft neck, his newly tied braid completely disheveled, and he spoke in a rare, unclear way: "Even so, I still want to punish you."

"What should I do?" Zhou Jinqin asked instinctively.

Liang Minghe replied, "I want you to kiss me instead."

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Author's Note: Thank you for the landmine! [Straight-eared rabbit head]

Thank you for the nutrient solution! [Lop-eared rabbit head]

As is customary, I won't write about females; everyone is an excellent individual. [Laughs]

There's been a lot of cheesy, lovey-dovey stuff lately, do you guys still enjoy watching it? [eating melon emoji][glasses emoji]