Chapter 40 Appropriate to Be Angered or Joyful

On the morning of the second day of the Lunar New Year, the old man personally called Ye Peixiu to ask if he was alright today after drinking so much last night. He also said that there would be many guests in the next few days and that he should go back to the old house to entertain them.

Ye Peixiu was smoking in the living room at the time. He flicked off the ash and said, "I'll go back on the fourth day of the new year."

The old man asked, "What's troubling you?"

"...Aren't you asking a question you already know the answer to?"

Ye Peixiu was in a really good mood, and even had a faint smile on his face when he said this, "I've been busy these past two days."

Xia Qingwan's classes don't start until the afternoon of the third year of junior high. Right now, the second and third years of junior high are just the two of them.

The old man was so angry that he hung up on him.

Ye Peixiu was happy to have some peace and quiet, so he simply turned off his phone and tossed it to the other end of the sofa without even looking where it had landed.

At this time, no one can destroy his happiness.

After finishing the last half of his cigarette, he went to the western kitchen, checked the ingredients in the refrigerator, and, unusually, tried out the coffee machine before returning to the bedroom.

He opened the door and walked in. After passing through the blind spot around the corner, he saw Xia Qingwan curled up in bed with her back to him, fast asleep.

The curves of the body are clearly visible under the thin blanket.

The wonderful feeling was still clearly imprinted in his mind, and Ye Peixiu licked his lips unconsciously.

Not wanting to disturb her sound sleep, yet wanting her to see him first thing when she wakes up, he simply sat down on the sofa by the bedroom window and idly flipped through a book.

I would occasionally glance up at her as I turned the page.

After a while, the person on the bed slowly woke up.

His eyes were half open, unfocused, and then slowly closed. After a moment, they opened again.

Ye Peixiu kept staring at her intently.

He felt she was adorable and was in a wonderful mood. He couldn't help laughing, but he didn't want to miss the expression on her face when she woke up after a wonderful night. So he didn't know whether to laugh or not, and there was a kind of doting on her that he hadn't noticed.

After regaining consciousness, Xia Qingwan did not move. Instead, she bit her lip and slowly looked him up and down with her deep, dark eyes.

The man in the white shirt and black pants had one leg crossed, with one arm casually resting on a cushion beside him. Behind him, outside the window, was a clear blue sky, a scene typical of winter in Beijing, as crisp and clear as he was.

They gazed at each other for a long time, as if they were still caught up in the intense emotions of the previous night.

a long time.

Ye Peixiu asked, "Are you hungry?"

Xia Qingwan nodded.

He stood up and sat on the edge of the bed. He put his hand under the quilt and rubbed her waist, whispering, "How do you feel? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

With the slightest movement, she felt as if her whole body was falling apart, like a matchstick figure, with each limb acting independently.

“Neither of them feels comfortable.”

This muffled sound carried a hint of gentle coquetry.

Ye Peixiu massaged her up and down, but the more he massaged, the heavier his breathing became. Xia Qingwan sensed something was wrong and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

He pulled her out of the bed and carried her naked to the bathroom.

She didn't have time to protest the whole time.

Walking into the bathroom, Ye Peixiu casually grabbed a bath towel and placed it on the counter, put her on it, and turned back to fill the bathtub.

She pulled a corner of the bath towel to wrap herself up.

After filling the tub with water, Ye Peixiu turned around and saw her bewildered expression. She belatedly felt embarrassed and kicked him, saying, "Get out of here."

Ye Peixiu finally laughed out loud and kissed her with a smile, "You're going to destroy the bridge after crossing it, right?"

After he left the bathroom, Xia Qingwan felt comfortable and refreshed as she soaked in the warm water. Her heart felt as sweet as honey, and she relaxed and melted away.

Ye Peixiu, a man who usually had a bit of a playboy's air about him, was so gentle in bed. So even when he was so passionate that he almost lost control, he didn't seem frivolous. Looking back now, it makes people realize his precious sincerity.

Gentle and cherished, when it is sent in slowly or deeply, there is a sense of desire like the green bamboo.

He was good at sweet talk, asking her in a sexy, husky voice if she liked him, and saying, "I love you."

A man with very good bedding.

Thinking of this, Xia Qingwan couldn't help but think of his future marriage, him and his wife...

A sudden bitterness came over my heart.

She shook her head, trying hard to get rid of the thought.

It has nothing to do with her. It has nothing to do with her.

She had no right to be jealous for no reason; compared to his future wife, she was the one whose rights were not rightfully hers.

She reminded herself of this.

Having it now is enough.

People should not be too greedy.

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After taking a shower and drying her hair, Xia Qingwan changed into a soft, loose-fitting solid-color cashmere loungewear set.

As I approached the western-style kitchen, I was greeted by a delicious aroma.

Turning past the blind spot, I saw Ye Peixiu standing in front of the counter with one hand in his pocket and the other hand flicking his wrist to deftly flip the pancake in the pan.

A tall and handsome man in white shirt and black pants would look perfectly at home standing in the kitchen.

Perhaps it was a premonition of loss that made Xia Qingwan's heart flutter, and she took out her phone to take a picture of his back.

"Taking secret photos of me?"

Does this guy have eyes behind his back?

Xia Qingwan put away her phone, moved closer, and looked over.

"What is this? You can make pancakes?"

"I just learned this," he said seriously. "I don't know how it tastes, please bear with me."

Ye Peixiu put the freshly-cooked pancakes on a celadon plate.

Xia Qingwan took a closer look and said in surprise, "What a coincidence! I love egg and zucchini pancakes the most."

Ye Peixiu laughed, and seemed a little speechless for a moment. In the end, he just said, "...Yes, this is unfortunate."

Xia Qingwan sat on the high stool next to the island counter, took a bite with a fork, and tasted it. It tasted like what Grandma Xi made.

It was only then that she realized, "Could it be..."

Did he learn it from Grandma Xi a few days ago when he was looking through her menu in her kitchen? Grandma Xi dotes on her and is meticulous in everything she does. Whenever she likes to eat something, there's always a big note next to it saying, "Qingwan loves to eat this."

"What's the problem?" Ye Peixiu sneered, "Do you think I've gotten into your stomach and asked your stomach?"

Her reaction was written all over her face. He must have known that she realized he had stolen her skills, yet she still had to say such words...

Xia Qingwan retorted, "Let me see you drill one!"

Ye Peixiu glanced at her but didn't say anything. He walked to the sink to wash his hands.

His reaction made her realize belatedly that something seemed off about what he had said. But if she pressed him for details, he might say something shocking. So, she suppressed her displeasure but couldn't lash out. Just as she was about to turn around and glare at him, her head was grabbed and Ye Peixiu bent down to kiss her lips.

Caught off guard, his face drew close, and she tensed up instantly. But as he kissed her tenderly, she gradually relaxed, and the fork in her hand clattered onto the plate.

As they kissed, she remembered his "rude words" just now, so she clenched her fist and hit his shoulder. Ye Peixiu held her fist and smiled while holding her lips.

That smile was quite romantic and casual.

After breakfast, Xia Qingwan said she wanted to go to bed after all the fighting and play.

Ye Peixiu said, "I'll go with you."

She stopped, turned around to look at him, and changed her words, "...I'm not going to sleep."

Ye Peixiu chuckled and shook his head.

She ran to the study and took out a few books.

Ye Peixiu was making tea in the tea room.

She placed a stack of books beside him, half-kneeled, supported herself with her hands, and said, "Would you like to read a book? You can pick one."

"You help me choose."

Xia Qingwan pondered for a moment, picked up one book to look at, then picked up another, and finally put them all down, picking out the thickest one. "Never mind, I'll just stick with 'Dream of the Red Chamber'."

"I thought you didn't like this book."

Before, in his study, when I saw him flipping through it, his face turned pale.

She shook her head. "It's not that I don't like it, it's that I like it too much."

As she spoke, she laughed, "Sometimes it's really strange. I like it so much that I recommend it to everyone I meet, but I have to muster up all my energy before I open it myself. When others ask me what's good about it, I don't want to talk about it much."

Ye Peixiu held the teacup to her lips and fed it to her, "Try it."

She took a sip from his hand.

It has a tender and smooth texture, and is made from the finest Baihao Yinzhen tea, with a refreshing taste.

Ye Peixiu continued her topic and asked, "So, why do you like this book?"

Xia Qingwan half lowered his eyes.

Describe the beautiful people and things step by step, and then let them collapse.

It is the so-called "clear moon is hard to come by, colorful clouds are easy to disperse."

She didn't answer his question. After a moment of silence, she raised her face and smiled brightly, "You'll know when you see it."

Ye Peixiu smiled and said, "Still keeping me in suspense."

She tilted her head and said, "Of course, I'm the most tight-lipped person."

She is truly both angry and happy, with beautiful eyes full of longing.

Ye Peixiu lowered his head and kissed her forehead, then gently kissed the tip of her nose.

He wanted to kiss her deeply, but the freshness and lightness of her body was too much to destroy, so he held back and the kiss finally landed on her cheek.

At this moment, Xia Qingwan whispered, "...I like you." After saying that, she tilted her chin up and rubbed her nose against his.

At this point, Ye Peixiu naturally couldn't hold back any longer. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pressed down to kiss her lips.

The humid and hot air wrapped in the fragrance of white tea permeates the tea room.

Their chests pressed against each other, and she could feel his heartbeat, strong and powerful. She couldn't help but raise her hand to cover it and press it with her palm.

Her waist bent backward, and the abundant saliva in her mouth was sucked away wave after wave, leaving her breathless and her whole body weak.

Outside the window in the courtyard, the sky was a deep blue, the trees were bare with gnarled and twisted branches, and the air was dry and crisp—it was winter in Beijing.

The room was warm and humid.

Ye Peixiu was getting really excited. He grabbed her waist and whispered seductively, "...to the bed?"

Xia Qingwan shook her head.

She doesn't want to get up, eat, and then do that kind of thing again. What would that make her?

Ye Peixiu seemed to have guessed what she was thinking and chuckled, "What, are you afraid of becoming an ordinary person?"

She pushed his shoulder away, "Go read your book!"

He ran to the opposite side of the long Huanghuali table, sat down on the lazy sofa, picked up the book, and lowered his head to read it.

Acting as if nothing happened.

The blush on her cheeks hadn't faded yet.

Ye Peixiu didn't say anything else and picked up the book to read.

The aroma of tea wafted in the air as two people sat facing each other across a long table, peacefully reading for a long time.

On a clear winter day, while outside the hustle and bustle of New Year's reunions and gift-giving, he and she found a quiet and serene joy in the classically elegant Ye Garden.

There are few moments like this in Ye Peixiu's life.

His life has always been noisy and quiet.

After an unknown amount of time, Xia Qingwan read a few pages of her book and then glanced at him absentmindedly.

Coincidentally, Ye Peixiu also looked up at her.

The two looked at each other several times. Ye Peixiu closed the book and asked with a smile, "Tell me honestly, did I make any mistakes last night?"

Although it was clearly a romantic matter, his tone was serious, as if he was asking for advice.

Xia Qingwan felt like she was being held hostage. It was difficult not to answer, and even more difficult to answer in a straightforward manner. She could only pretend to be calm and ask, "...Why do you ask that?"

“If I had submitted a perfect answer, you wouldn’t be completely oblivious to it right now.” He looked her straight in the eye, stating his conclusion and adding a comparison, “…like me, I feel great, so I keep thinking about it.”

Xia Qingwan's face turned red when he said this.

She caught a glimpse of the book in his hand from the corner of her eye. His slender hand was half pressing the word "dream". After a few seconds of silence, she stood up, walked around the long table and took his hand.

"stand up."

Ye Peixiu asked knowingly, "Where to?"

She didn't say anything, but gave him a look that said, "Figure it out yourself, or I'll smash your head in if you keep pretending."

Ye Peixiu laughed, stood up, and was led a few steps by her to the antique shelf. He then picked her up and carried her in his arms.