Chapter 62

He raised his nose and sniffed carefully a few times. The smell of perfume rushed into his nose. He just caught a glimpse of some vague figures, but before he had time to think about it, he heard the doorbell ring again.

Ranlong was so frightened that her body trembled. Why was someone ringing her doorbell so late at night?

The dangerous guy following Qiu An?

That shouldn't be the case. The security here is strict. You have to scan the access card to enter the unit door and get on the elevator. If you really wanted to follow them up, you would have seen them long ago.

Before she had time to think about how Qiu An came upstairs, Ranlong suddenly remembered that it must be the property manager who brought her takeaway.

After buying the finger gloves in the afternoon, I got busy and forgot about it.

I didn't expect that it took so long to deliver a finger ring. It arrived even later than Qiu An.

When Qiu An heard the doorbell, he let go of Ran Long's hand and asked her, "It's so late, do you have an appointment with someone else?"

"How is that possible? I should have bought it...takeout."

I turned on the video doorbell and saw the housekeeper standing at the door with a takeaway bag.

Ranlong pressed the intercom button: "Just put it on the ground."

The butler heard it, put the bag on the ground and turned to leave.

Ranlong didn't want to pick up the takeaway at all, but Qiu An acted like the owner. Without waiting for Ranlong to react, he opened the door and brought the bag in.

The finger sleeves were bought at a pharmacy, so the packaging is naturally also from the pharmacy.

"Are you sick?"

Qiu An looked at the bag in his hand and was about to open it when Ran Long snatched it away.

"No!" she retorted loudly, turning around to take the shameful thing back to the room.

Qiu An, however, had her own ideas. She blocked Ran Long's way. Her voice was soft due to the alcohol, but it sounded like an unquestionable command: "What medicine did you buy? Let me see."

Ranlong panicked and lied: "It's just some daily medicines. I ran out of stock at home, so I bought them as a backup."

"Really?"

Qiu An stared at the order paper attached to the bag, not knowing that there was no detailed information about the products on it. He quickly pressed the receipt and, by the way, pressed the advertisement on the takeaway in the name of a joint brand - a series of sexual health brands.

Although there are no two sexes here, it is not difficult to guess what is inside when combined with Ranlong's shy reaction.

Qiu An tilted his head: "It's just a backup medicine, why are you blocking it?"

"Me! What do you care what medicine I buy? What medicine I buy is none of your business!" Since he couldn't win with reason, he just won with his momentum.

Under normal circumstances, Qiu An would have given in, but today she didn't. Instead, she was a little aggressive: "Isn't this none of my business?"

Ranlong really hated having such a smart person like Qiu An come into her life.

She took the risk, opened the paper bag, took out the finger gloves, put them in front of Qiu An, and said to her, "Okay, it's none of your business. I bought the finger gloves. Are you satisfied?"

Qiu An nodded in satisfaction, took the finger gloves, looked at them for a few seconds, and then hurriedly opened the outer packaging.

Ranlong was very surprised when he saw this: "What are you doing? Why are you in such a hurry to do it now?"

"Yeah. Don't you want to?"

"I, uh..."

It's not that she didn't want to, but when Qiu An came in and stuck to her, the atmosphere was already at the point where something could go wrong.

But at this moment, without any preparation or foreplay, Qiu An came up and started taking off the finger gloves.

Her abnormal behavior made Ranlong feel strange. She felt a little uneasy and was no longer so eager to get straight to the point.

She decided to change the subject: "You...what did you eat tonight? Did you eat enough? I bought some food at the supermarket. Do you want to eat some together?"

Ranlong pointed to the dining table. She turned off the lights in the restaurant before opening the door for Qiu An, so that she could give her a surprise when she turned on the lights.

But now, the table full of dishes looks lonely in the dim restaurant.

"I'm not hungry." Qiu An shook his head.

"If you're not hungry, you can eat some fruit desserts, which are helpful for sobering up."

"don't want."

Qiu An casually threw the finger gloves on the coffee table, reached out to lift the hair that was covering Ranlong's neck and was in the way, and put his arms around her.

Their skin touched, and their body temperature was transmitted. Ran Long's body was always warmer and more fascinating than hers.

Ranlong is taller than her, but not much, so she can kiss him directly, but it seems to feel better if she stands on tiptoe.

She closed her eyes, raised her head slightly, and kissed Ranlong's lips, which had become wet without her knowing when.

Qiu An's body moved closer again, and the pungent smell of perfume hit her again. Even though Qiu An easily passed through the air, Ran Long felt as if there was a stranger standing between them, someone who was impossible to ignore.

She instinctively raised her hand to cover her mouth, and Qiu An's kiss fell into her palm.

At least I stopped the kiss.

Qiu An tonight is not like Qiu An, not like the Qiu An who is adept at everything and familiar with everywhere.

The more anxiously Qiu An took off the finger gloves, the more eagerly he wanted to kiss her, and the more Ran Long...

I just want to hug her.

Ran Long was startled by the warmth and wetness in his palm, and he withdrew his hand from Qiu An's lips as if he had been electrocuted...

Sure enough, she saw Qiu An's tongue tip, which had not yet been retracted, was stuck between her lips, tender and bright.

It would be a lie to say I didn't feel anything. My body was incredibly sensitive.

Ever since she opened the door and saw Qiu An, every cell in her body has been screaming with desire.

It was her remaining sanity that resisted.

Her relatively calm brain told her that Qiu An meant that you can't hug her, you are not qualified to hug her, and there is no such relationship between you.

Since the bed is the only destination, nothing else is necessary except getting into bed.

It seemed like she had misunderstood.

She thought that the "opportunity" that Qiu An mentioned also had other meanings. She thought that a sex buddy was also a friend, and there was a legitimate reason to meet even if they were not having sex.

She thought they would definitely do it that night, but it was also okay not to do it.

But Qiu An didn't seem to think so.

If you don't, she won't come.

Ranlong still hoped that things would turn around. She gently patted Qiu An's wine-red face and asked her cautiously, "Where did you go tonight?"

Just a simple greeting between friends.

If Qiu An is willing to say it, does it mean that there is room for them to be friends?

But Qiu An seemed stumped by such a simple question.

She suddenly retracted the teasing in her eyes, frowned, and said with a look of great impatience and disgust: "I didn't go anywhere, it was just a social event."

After saying that, Qiu An buried her head in the crook of Ranlong's neck again, tightening her arms and not letting Ranlong look into her eyes. It seemed as if she didn't want to continue this meaningless conversation.

Why.

Why are you so anxious that you don't even want to say hello to her?

Is she just an emotionless tool to Qiu An?

Her time is so precious, so precious that you won't give her even a second other than making love?

"Qian, what do you take me for?"

That's ridiculous.

Sister Hou actually thought they were in love.

They are not even friends, and Qiu An may not even consider her as a human being.

Ran Long was filled with anger. He grabbed Qiu An's waist and abdomen, half pushing and half pulling her out of his arms.

The sudden and violent shaking made the drunk Qiu An feel very uncomfortable. She closed her eyes and struggled to resist for a while before opening them to face the unhappy Ran Long.

"What do you think of me? A mere replacement for Yuan Chengyin? Don't I have my own personality? You won't even give me time for a chat?"

The tip of my nose suddenly feels sore.

Ranlong freed one hand and pinched her nose to relieve the pain. She didn't want to be laughed at by Qiu An at this time.

Ranlong wanted too much. She wanted Qiu An to see her anger, but she didn't want Qiu An to know the reason for her anger.

This is impossible.

Qiu An's eyes rolled and her throat rolled. She gently pushed away Ran Long's hand that was pinching her nose and stood on tiptoe again.

This time, the kiss was on the tip of Ranlong's nose.

The movements were gentle and the eyes were warm, just like the comfort between lovers.

Ranlong has always been a person who is easy to please, and his glass heart, which was thrown to the ground, showed signs of melting.

"But, Xiaoran."

As soon as Qiu An opened his mouth, a bad premonition came to his mind.

The blood in my body instantly solidified and my heart seemed to have stopped beating.

She didn't want to hear any buts, especially the buts after a gentle kiss.

She wanted to cover Qiu An's mouth, not letting her continue. But she knew that would be useless. What she wanted to say, even if she kept it in her heart, was what she wanted to say.

"But this is your own choice."

Ranlong said anxiously, "I, I...then, on your last night in Zhilin, you said..."

She hesitated halfway through her speech and refused to continue. She regretted that she should not have said it.

Qiu An had made it clear. Their relationship was consensual, mutually beneficial. There was no further friendship, no need for small talk.

"What did I say?" Qiu An drank quite a bit of wine and couldn't figure out what Ran Long was referring to.

And you said that the person you want to see is me.

"Nothing. I remembered it wrong." Ranlong laughed at himself and shook his head.

How can you take flirting as sincerity?

Qiu An was silent for a while, then suddenly let go of Ran Long and said seriously, "Xiao Ran, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done this to you."

Ranlong frowned and asked her, "What do you mean?"

"Let's end this relationship. You'll meet someone more suitable, whether it's love or... doing something else."

When Ranlong heard her say this, all his grievances disappeared, and his tone was tinged with her usual carefree and sharp tone: "You actually said such a thing? Ha, who do you think you are? You can come and go as you please."

"What do you mean by meeting someone more suitable... Do you think I'm attracted to you and want to withdraw because I feel the situation is not good?"

"I don't……"

Ranlong didn't let her argue and interrupted, "I'm telling you, don't be so sentimental. I can't like you no matter who I like. What I hate most is people like you who despise themselves while acting like superiors."

Qiu An fell silent. Her expression had long since returned to calm, but that calmness was tinged with pain and sadness, as if she had truly been hurt by Ran Long's words.

Ranlong was very satisfied with this.

"It was my fault before. I was too self-centered and felt it was embarrassing to be someone else's substitute. Now I understand. After all, we're just friends, each getting what he wants. You can treat me as who you want."

After saying this, Ranlong took Qiu An's hand and took her to the bedroom.

Qiu An stood there, unwilling to move. Ran Long urged her, "What are you waiting for? Where's that anxious person from before? You've already opened the finger sleeves. Don't you want to try something new?"

Qiu An moved, but Ran Long suddenly changed his mind and led her to sit on the fabric sofa.

It seemed as if he wanted to use this method to tell Juan that they could go to different places besides the bed.

But what's the difference? They're all doing the same thing.

What she once longed for, now she has it in her hands, but she doesn't want it anymore.

She would rather go back to those nights in her student days, wearing plain and old-fashioned clothes that didn't reveal anything, holding two cups of hand-made lemon tea, and biting on straws all night long.

What should I do? How could she admit that she was in love with her at a moment like this?

Not long after, Ranlong heard two suppressed coughs. Worried that Qiu An would catch a cold, he took her back to the bedroom.

This time, I carried her along, without losing my grip. I also have to thank Sister Hou for forcing her to stick to her fitness plan despite her busy schedule. Even after all this hard work, she's actually gotten stronger.

She has improved. Has Qiu An noticed?

But Qiu An didn't say anything, closed his eyes, and didn't look at her.

Another ridiculous night.

This damn finger sleeve is not easy to use at all. It becomes dry and sticky after a while and has to be replaced frequently. The lubricant inside also tastes very strange. It is inevitable to roll it into your mouth, which is like eating some fishy-sweet plastic.

Next time I can’t just buy whatever is available at the pharmacy. I should at least read the reviews of netizens and choose some that taste better.

If... there is a next time.