When the light kiss cracks

Qiao Yu clutched the pink diamond in her hand; the small diamond ring was like a secret, hidden in their gazes.

After a long while, cheers erupted again from the audience, "Qiao Yu, Qiao Yu..."

Qiao Yu snapped out of her daze when she was called out, and Xi Da leaned closer and swiped his phone to show her.

Yang Yu leaned back and said, "Goodness, when was this posted?"

It was lying prominently on the screen in my hand.

Lingchuan also V: @Qiaoyu, my first love, current girlfriend, and future wife, please take good care of me for the rest of my life.

Qiao Yu: "..."

The timeline shows that it was right when Qiao Yu signed for the paper airplane.

Qiao Yu raised her eyes, and Ling Chuan also raised his eyebrows triumphantly, holding the microphone and continuing to stand in the center of the stage: "Thank you everyone for coming to my concert, thank you for witnessing it, Happy New Year, and I wish you all sweet dreams tonight."

His gaze, without any attempt to conceal it, once again fell upon the people in the very front row, causing the audience to gasp in disbelief: "Wow..."

"Hey... my wife is right ahead."

"I can't wait any longer..."

Ling Chuan nodded readily, smiling indulgently: "Everyone, you can all leave now. I'm going home to warm my bed..."

Qiao Yu blushed and lowered her head, but the corners of her eyes couldn't help but turn upwards.

Wow, you're so good at this!

"You're really bold to say that. Go back, go back. You need to go home and warm your bed in winter."

......

The light in the entryway had just come on, and Qiao Yu hadn't even had time to put down the paper airplane in her hand when he leaned closer. She tilted her head slightly, her mask already off, and when their lips touched, there was a trace of the warmth left over from the concert.

His kiss was light, his palm gently cupping her lower back, pulling her closer to him, the warm yellow light overhead enveloping them both.

The gentle touch gradually warmed up, and he tightened his grip on her lower back, pulling her completely into his embrace.

She raised her arms to encircle his neck, her fingertips sinking into his hair, and she no longer held back her kisses.

Their breathing became rapid, the warmth between their lips and teeth mingling with their heartbeats, the night outside the window becoming a blurred backdrop.

He lowered his head and deepened the kiss, as if he wanted to melt all the emotions accumulated during the concert into this moment of passion.

His palm slowly moved up her lower back, his fingertips lightly brushing against the warmth under her clothes, pulling her closer to him, the rise and fall of his chest completely matching her heartbeat.

He slowly pulled her up, her fingertips slipping from his hair and gently grasping the collar of his shirt.

A burning kiss spread from her lips to her chin, carrying a scorching temperature. As it gently brushed against her ear, he whispered, "Baby, tonight is New Year's Eve..." His breath mingled with the sound of his kisses as it entered her ear.

"We celebrated the New Year together again."

The light in the entryway cast their shadows together. As she tilted her head slightly, his fingertips gently brushed aside the stray hairs around her neck. Every subtle touch felt like an electric current, and all the anticipation after the confession was woven into this moment of embrace.

The clothes began to fall to the ground one by one, and her soft, panting breaths were swallowed between her lips and teeth.

The light from the entryway bathed them both, their shadows swaying gently with their movements. As his nose brushed against her cheek, his voice, still husky from the kiss, asked, "Where do you want to go? The living room? The bedroom?"

Qiao Yu didn't speak, only nodded gently, and he carried her to the living room.

"bedroom."

Ling Chuan chuckled and turned to the bedroom.

The two of them fell together onto the soft, warm bed. His kisses slowly moved down from her forehead, past the corners of her eyes and the tip of her nose, finally landing on her lips with a softer touch than at the entrance.

She tilted her head back in response, her fingertips gently tracing his back.

The occasional rustling of leaves in the evening breeze outside the window made the room even quieter, with only the sound of our overlapping breaths blending into the winter night light.

After a long while, he released her, intertwined his fingers, and kissed her a few more times. He looked down at her with a playful smile and said, "Baby, I've missed you for a long time."

Qiao Yu didn't speak, her doe eyes were bright and watery, and the familiar scent of him lingered around her nose.

Then he spoke again: "That night, you said 'make it obey'."

Qiao Yu was stunned. She didn't expect him to bring this up now, when they could have just started.

"Now you feel it's not obeying, right?" He even moved slightly as he spoke. She was already poking him, trying her best to ignore his presence, but he just wouldn't listen...

"Mmm." Qiao Yu replied shyly in a low voice, and he chuckled with a smile: "You weren't like this that night."

Qiao Yu chided, "Ling Chuan too..."

Ling Chuan lowered his head and nuzzled her nose, then released one of his intertwined fingers and slowly slid it down, his hand warm against hers before finally resting on the soft flesh of her waist. His breathing grew heavier. "Baby, then make it behave..."

As he drew closer, her body trembled, feeling his breath growing ever stronger.

An indescribable tremor slowly enveloped their bodies, their rapid breathing and accelerated heartbeats masked by each other's panting.

Are you happy?

"...Not at all... well-behaved."

"Will you be a good girl like this?"

The broken syllables spilled out intermittently, all swallowed up between his lips and teeth.

A light rain began to fall outside the window, causing the leaves to sway gently and the gauze curtains to flutter in the wind.

......

A sliver of pale golden morning light peeked through the gap in the curtains, falling on the backs of their clasped hands. Qiao Yu woke up first, her fingertips gently brushing against his arm, seemingly still carrying the lingering warmth of the previous night.

She tried to move, but the aches and pains all over her body made her freeze. Memories of last night flashed before her eyes.

He stood on the bed, supported her in the bathroom, then sat back on the bed, saying how much he liked it, how tight it was...

Qiao Yu bit her lower lip lightly, and a blush slowly crept up the tips of her ears.

He was pulled closer by a strong arm, his voice hoarse from just waking up: "Awake?"

Qiao Yu turned around and hummed in agreement, then turned her face to press against Ling Chuanye's chest, where she could hear his steady heartbeat.

Sunlight slowly crept up the edge of the bed, illuminating the faint mark she had left on his neck the night before. He looked up and met the smile in his eyes.

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, his hand gently stroking her waist: "Are you sleepy? Do you want to lie down a little longer?"

Qiao Yu shook her head, intending to get up, but quickly looked down and said hesitantly, "You get up first."

Ling Chuan raised an eyebrow, propped one hand on the back of his head and the other on the blanket, his gaze sweeping down leisurely: "What haven't I seen?"

Qiao Yu pursed her lips, half her face buried in the blanket, her eyes timid, and murmured, "It's daytime now, you should get up first..."

Ling Chuan also slightly parted his lips and lazily uttered an "Oh".

He then rolled over and pressed down on her, telling her in her slightly startled gaze, "Do you know that it can be naughty when it gets up early?"

"......"

"Baby, it's okay during the day too..."

As soon as she finished speaking, he forcefully turned her over, and her body trembled.

A passionate kiss landed again, and broken syllables escaped.

The wind picked up again outside the window...

In the afternoon, Qiao Yu woke up again, but Ling Chuan was no longer there. As she turned to get out of bed, her legs went weak, and she blurted out a curse at someone.

At the restaurant, Lingchuan also prepared four dishes and a soup.

The afternoon sun was so warm it made people sleepy, especially for Qiao Yu who hadn't slept well. She pouted and didn't want to talk to him at all.

"Baby's tired, eat more." Qiao Yu glared at him resentfully, then lowered her eyes to drink her soup.

Ling Chuan sat opposite her, one hand supporting his chin, his lips curving into a smile with a hint of post-coital languor and contentment, his gaze fixed on her: "I'll take you somewhere this afternoon."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Yu raised her eyelashes and asked, "Where are we going?"

Their breathing was languid. "Let's go to Haicheng for the experiment."

......

Haicheng Experimental School.

A cold wind swept across the campus, and the bare sycamore branches trembled in the wind.

In the center of the school playground, the five-star red flag fluttered in the wind, and the corridors of the teaching building were deserted.

Ling Chuan, also dressed in a black coat, led Qiao Yu to the familiar staircase.

There was no sunshine today, but light still slanted through the window onto the steps, half bright and half dim.

Our first meeting seems to be playing back frame by frame.

He appeared at the corner, didn't chat or laugh with them, and walked down the street with his hands in his pockets at a leisurely pace.

As I passed by her, my gaze swept over her briefly.

......

Qiao Yu wondered why Ling Chuan had brought her here.

Ling Chuan also squeezed the soft flesh of her palm, as if to comfort her, and said, "Wait for me a moment."

He then started walking up the stairs.

A few seconds later, a figure dressed in all black slowly appeared on the stairs, his hands in his coat pockets, walking down unhurriedly.

As he passed by Qiao Yu, this time he stopped and his gaze fell on her calm face.

Qiao Yu was slightly taken aback, her gaze meeting his deep eyes. He smiled, "Do you remember our first meeting back then?"

Qiao Yu nodded blankly. So he remembered too. She had thought... Her heart started racing.

Then he spoke again: "A chance glance has quietly tied a red thread between our destinies."

A cold wind swirled fallen leaves onto his shoulders, and he pulled an exquisite velvet box from his overcoat pocket.

The moment it was opened, the diamond ring shone with a gentle light in the winter.

Ling Chuan also knelt on one knee, his voice trembling slightly with nervousness: "You've always been in my sight. Thank you for still liking me. Qiao Qiao, marry me."

Qiao Yu looked at the familiar smile in his eyes, as if she saw the boy who used to protect her and ride his bike home with her. Tears mixed with laughter fell, and she nodded heavily.

The cool ring felt hot against his palm when it touched his fingertips.

As he stood up, he took a long velvet box out of his coat pocket and handed it to her: "A proposal gift."

Qiao Yu smiled, took the pen, and opened it. It was a familiar black fountain pen; their first conversation and their first eye contact had both originated from it.

He said, "This is a gift my grandfather gave me when I was in elementary school. It witnessed our meeting. Now, I'm giving it to you so that it can witness our future together."

Qiao Yu sniffled and nodded, then was pulled into his tight embrace. His voice still trembled with unease: "I've finally waited for this day."

Qiao Yu nestled in his arms, her fingertips caressing the ring face, clutching the velvet box tightly, her tears soaking his coat.

Snowflakes began to fall softly, landing on their shoulders, like a gentle layer of icing on their promise.

A school bell rang from the teaching building, and for a moment it seemed to overlap with the last bell of that year.

Colorful letters fluttered in the air as the boy smiled and walked step by step into her camera lens.

In the same place, he is now kneeling on one knee.

Time has changed, but the smile in his eyes has always been reserved for her alone.

(End of article)