Chapter 109

The touch on his lips was the softness of someone else's. The boy's eyes widened suddenly, his face, which had been filled with annoyance, was now filled with shock.

The boy was so shocked that he froze, his hands hanging in the air, not knowing where they would land.

His eyes fell on Lin Qiong's face, which was close to his. He saw that Lin Qiong's eyes were closed and her thin, thick eyelashes, which looked like raven feathers, trembled slightly.

Then my lower lip tightened, and I felt the other person gently suck on it.

Fu Xingyun blushed from head to toe, her whole body feeling as if she had been electrocuted, and she abruptly raised her hand to push the other person away.

"What are you doing?!" The boy's chest heaved noticeably, and he glared fiercely at Lin Qiong, as if she hadn't just kissed him but was joking with him.

Lin Qiong's mouth was slightly open at this moment, and when Fu Xingyun saw the pink tip of her tongue, he turned his head away almost instantly.

Lin Qiong looked at the other person without the slightest bit of guilt and said, "I'll kiss you."

Fu Xingyun angrily said, "This is the first time we've met! To do this kind of thing with a stranger, you..."

Lin Qiong blinked twice. "What's wrong with me?"

The boy blurted out without thinking, "That's too casual!"

Looking at Lin Qiong's glistening lips, Fu Xingyun felt a surge of anger at the thought that she would later use the same lame excuse to get close to other strangers.

Lin Qiong was stunned for a moment, then her face turned red, and she looked at Fu Xingyun with a wronged expression.

Her voice was barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz, "I...I don't treat everyone like this."

Fu Xingyun's words made it sound like he was some kind of lecherous or lustful person. He was just looking at the other person's youthful appearance and wanted to tease him. He wasn't like that with just anyone...

Lin Qiong lowered her head, her fingers clutching her clothes. "Didn't I already tell you? I'm your future lover, that's why I want to do some intimate things with you, and..."

"And what?"

Lin Qiong said righteously, "I abide by the law. If you were even a year younger than me, I wouldn't kiss you."

Fu Xingyun: ...

This can be described as a refreshing and unconventional interpretation of the term "playing the hooligan".

Lin Qiong glanced up at the person, then turned her head away. "If you don't like it, then forget it."

Fu Xingyun: "I..."

Seeing the person's aggrieved face, the boy, who was originally a little angry, suddenly felt at a loss.

But he didn't know if what the other person said was true, so there was no need to comfort them.

But the suppressed anticipation in his heart gradually grew. From the beginning when the other person pretended to kiss him at the desk, to the other person's awkwardness now, he was actually secretly hoping that it would happen.

Perhaps it is because they did not get it that the unfulfilled desire is now burning in their hearts like a raging fire.

Lin Qiong looked at the hot-tempered boy in front of her and said with a stern face, "I'll ask you one last time, are you willing to let me kiss you? If not, I won't get close to you for the next three days and will keep a certain distance from you."

These were originally things that a stranger would have to abide by, but for some reason, they became conditions for Lin Qiong.

Fu Xingyun was usually decisive and never procrastinated in anything he did, but at this moment he hesitated for once, and the reason for his hesitation seemed extremely absurd to him.

Seeing that the other party remained silent, Lin Qiong stepped forward and pressed, "Are you willing or not?"

The other person took a step forward, and the boy took a step back. Then he tripped over the clothes basket at his feet and fell down hard.

"Floating Clouds!"

Lin Qiong was shocked and rushed to pull him up. However, although Fu Xingyun was only eighteen years old, he was quite tall, at least 1.87 meters. Due to inertia, Lin Qiong fell down as well.

Fu Xingyun collapsed to the ground, while Lin Qiong knelt on top of him.

Seeing the two of them doing this, Fu Xingyun blushed so much that her face almost bled.

Lin Qiong glanced at the man's bright red ears, swallowed hard, and then leaned closer.

Fu Xingyun turned his head away almost instinctively.

Lin Qiong didn't care, but whispered in the other person's ear, "If you dodge this time, your brother will never kiss you again."

As soon as he finished speaking, he could clearly feel the boy beneath him stiffen.

This time, Lin Qiong didn't care about the other person's expression. Instead, she stretched out a fair finger, hooked the person's chin, and kissed him.

The room was completely silent. For a moment, Fu Xingyun felt like he had gone mad, completely and utterly.

The boy was breathing heavily, clearly unaware of what kissing entailed, and was completely led by the nose.

Lin Qiong opened her eyes and looked at the other person; Fu Xingyun was too inexperienced at this moment.

The boy's breathing grew heavier and heavier. Lin Qiong paused slightly. "Breathe."

Fu Xingyun stared at Lin Qiong with his eyes wide open, taking several deep breaths as he listened to her words.

Lin Qiong suppressed a laugh as she looked at him. The contrast was so great that it gave him the feeling that revenge is a dish best served cold.

After the other person finished speaking, seeing their dissatisfied expression, Lin Qiong deliberately asked, "Want some more?"

The boy was instantly thrown into a panic upon hearing this.

Lin Qiong didn't expose his thoughts, and said the same thing again, "If you want, just call me brother."

Upon hearing this address, the boy gritted his teeth in anger.

Lin Qiong wasn't in a hurry, but instead said mischievously, "If you don't want to, then forget it."

He then got up from the person and made a move to leave the restroom.

Lin Qiong had just taken a step when her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

The boy's gaze was like that of a wolf cub tearing apart its prey, as he stared at the person and gritted his teeth, saying, "Brother."

Lin Qiong narrowed her eyes in satisfaction.

That afternoon, let alone giving a report, Fu Xingyun did almost nothing except kiss someone in bed.

After the kiss, their lips were a little swollen, which shows how far things could have gotten.

The boy held the person in his arms, his mind a blur. He had never imagined that being intimate with the other person would make his heart flutter so much. It was the first time he had ever tasted such a wonderful feeling.

Lin Qiong pushed away the sticky person on her body, looked up at the time, and saw it was seven o'clock in the evening. It was time for dinner.

He glanced at the boy who was about to pull him back, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Fu Xingyun was taken aback. "You can cook?"

"Of course." Lin Qiong rolled up her sleeves, revealing her fair forearms. "I'll cook for you often in the future."

Upon hearing this, the boy's eyes darkened, and the friendly expression he had shown earlier was clearly gone.

Seeing that no one spoke, Lin Qiong opened the small refrigerator, which was only half the height of a person, intending to check the ingredients and experiment freely.

While washing carrots, Lin Qiong was suddenly bumped in the side. Looking at the tall boy beside her, she asked, "What's wrong?"

Fu Xingyun's face froze for a moment. "You'll often cook for him in the future?"

Lin Qiong corrected, "Here you go."

The boy looked visibly annoyed. "What will I be like in the future?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiong blushed slightly. The boy's pupils contracted, and Lin Qiong unconsciously gripped the hem of her dress before flashing a bright smile.

His radiant smile was full of happiness; he was "a very tall, charming, and mature man."

The boy pursed his lips, clenched his fist, and scoffed inwardly, thinking it didn't sound like anything special.

Just when Lin Qiong thought the other person was about to leave the kitchen, the other person started asking him a barrage of questions.

"Will you and him kiss often in the future?"

Will he treat you well in the future?

"Are you more comfortable being intimate with him, or with me?"

These three deadly questions completely baffled Lin Qiong.

Fu Xingyun remained unyielding, as if it concerned his pride: "Is it better for him, or for me?"

Lin Qiong was at a loss for words. The "he" that Fu Xingyun was referring to was essentially himself.

But Lin Qiong couldn't bear to abandon her hormone-fueled old man, so she gave a fair answer: "I like them both."

Fu Xingyun frowned. "You're far too much of a womanizer."

Lin Qiong: ? ? ?

Fu Xingyun stepped forward. "Can we only choose one?"

As he spoke, he didn't forget to promote himself, saying, "What he can do, I can do too, and I'm younger than him."

Lin Qiong swallowed hard, almost instantly remembering the fabric she had used to wash clothes at noon.

Seeing that the man didn't answer, Fu Xingyun felt a pang of jealousy. Was that old man really that good?!

The young man was full of youthful vigor and wanted to make a name for himself in everything he did, but he also knew it was shameful to say so, so he blushed and said, "If you don't believe me, you can try."

Lin Qiong immediately backed away with the carrot in her hand, saying, "No...no need."

Things didn't go as he expected.

Fu Xingyun was indignant. "Why?"

Lin Qiong: "This is the first time we've met, it seems a bit inappropriate to do this kind of thing."

Fu Xingyun: ...

This sounds so familiar.

"Just once," the boy said, stepping forward. "Just once, brother, please teach me."

Lin Qiong felt as if her heart had been struck hard, and her mind instantly stopped thinking.

——

It wasn't until the evening of the third day that Lin Qiong realized how foolish her actions had been. She thought that by traveling back in time, she could gain the upper hand, but while she did gain the upper hand, she couldn't gain the upper hand at all.

Eighteen-year-old Fu Xingyun was young and impetuous, a hotheaded kid. Once he tasted success, he couldn't stop, and Lin Qiong suddenly felt like she couldn't even breathe.

The boy remained adamant, asking, "Is he better, or am I better?"

Is he as strong as me?

"Who do you feel comfortable with?"

Lin Qiong finally couldn't take it anymore and could only say, "Of course it's you."

The boy was satisfied after receiving an answer.

Lin Qiong was so tired that she fell asleep immediately, and when she opened her eyes again, she was back in her familiar room.

He's back.

Lin Qiong sat up abruptly, then took out his phone to check the time and found that it was only 2 a.m., meaning he had only slept for three hours.

At this moment, Fu Xingyun, who was beside him, also sat up and looked at him with surprise.

Lin Qiong immediately had a guess, "You went back too?"

The man nodded stiffly, then asked, "Who did you run into?"

Lin Qiong raised her hand, "You at eighteen."

Fu Xingyun nodded. "Did I scare you?"

Lin Qiong: "No, we're doing fine."

The man's hand froze. "What have you all been doing?"

Lin Qiong smiled brightly, "I did everything."

"...

Fu Xingyun's expression instantly turned ugly. "He touched you?"

Lin Qiong told the man the truth, and he took a deep breath with a dark expression, veins bulging on his forehead.

Fu Xingyun, you bastard!

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Author's Note:

Fu Xingyun: I'm scolding myself