Chapter 115: Retreat to Advance
Luo Qinglin's fever lasted for four days on and off and he did not recover. He took antipyretics and felt better for a while, but the fever came back again.
The next morning after taking the antipyretic injection, Luo Qinglin's fever rose to 39℃ again. Jiang Yanyu became anxious and drove him to the hospital quickly.
After having blood drawn for routine blood tests and running around, the only conclusion in the end was that my tonsils were inflamed and I had a fever due to a cold.
It seemed as if his body was punishing him severely for not exercising and not eating well. He was tortured for several days even though he had only caught a cold at night.
By the end, Luo Qinglin got used to the fever. He became listless and stayed at home, eating and sleeping, reading after waking up, eating again after reading, eating and sleeping again, repeating the same cycle endlessly.
"Baby, it's time to take a shower. Are you dressed?" Jiang Yanyu knocked on the door and called in a soft voice.
"I'm wearing pajamas." Luo Qinglin put down the book and reminded.
Hearing this, Jiang Yanyu pushed the door open, picked up Luo Qinglin, and walked into the bathroom.
Because of the fever these days, Luo Qinglin only wore pajamas in the room and walked around with his upper body naked to dissipate heat.
As a result, on the second night after they got together, Jiang Yanyu entered the room without knocking. When she saw the white skin on his body, she immediately covered her eyes, closed the door and hid away.
Luo Qinglin was still confused and walked to the door to open it, but Jiang Yanyu was outside holding him back and refused to let him open the door.
“Jiang Yanyu!” Luo Qinglin pulled hard several times but couldn’t pull it open at all. He panted slightly and said, “What are you doing?”
"Hurry up and put on your clothes!" Jiang Yanyu said outside the door.
Luo Qinglin was puzzled, but he put on his T-shirt anyway and said, "I'm done, open the door quickly."
After the door was opened, Jiang Yanyu looked unnatural and asked in confusion, "What can't I see?"
"That's different," Jiang Yanyu stretched out her hand and straightened his T-shirt, "We are in a relationship now, so we have to be careful about what we do."
Is this order reversed?
Why is it that before a relationship, hugging and kissing are okay, but after a relationship, we become so cautious?
Jiang Yanyu's expression was too serious. Luo Qinglin asked in disbelief: "Are we going to start all over again? Can we only hold hands now?"
"Of course," Jiang Yanyu said confidently, "We have to start from holding hands, and then develop step by step to hugging, kissing, getting married, and deep communication."
This vixen actually has a strange sense of ritual.
Luo Qinglin raised his eyebrows but didn't answer, because he didn't believe Jiang Yanyu would stick to the plan.
But in the next few days, Jiang Yanyu would knock on the door every time before entering, and at most he would hold his hand, carry him to the bathroom, put him down and leave, and even kissed him only on the forehead, completely unlike his previous frivolous look.
At first Luo Qinglin was not used to it and couldn't help but say: "Why don't you change back to your original appearance? It's weird now."
"No," Jiang Yanyu refused righteously, "Before, I was too eager to achieve success, which made you think that I was not serious and was just playing with you. From now on, I will take it slow and proceed step by step."
How can this be called a gradual process? This is going back in time!
After a few days, Luo Qinglin went from being indifferent to occasionally stealing glances at Jiang Yanyu's plump lips. Recalling the touch of their first kiss, he suddenly felt that kissing the forehead was boring and bland.
Finally, when his fever subsided that day, Jiang Yanyu still came to carry him to take a bath.
When they arrived at the bathroom, Jiang Yanyu carried Luo Qinglin into the bathroom, then half-closed the bathroom door, sat outside the door and watched, chatting with him from time to time, fearing that Luo Qinglin would faint again while bathing.
The rustling sound of clothes came from the gap. Jiang Yanyu sat on the chair and looked at the light and shadow in the bathroom through the frosted glass.
I stepped into the bathtub with one foot, sat down, and the water dripped down my hair and into the bathtub...
Staring at the light and shadow, Jiang Yanyu's eyes gradually became aggressive, not as innocent as when he faced Luo Qinglin a few days ago.
The light and shadows were colorless, so Jiang Yanyu added color in his mind. The light and shadows were blurred, so Jiang Yanyu adjusted the focus in his imagination.
The scent of mint gradually overflowed from the crack of the bathroom door. Jiang Yanyu leaned back and leaned against the chair.
"Luo Qinglin."
"Um?"
"Why do you like me?" Jiang Yanyu asked.
The hand applying the shower gel froze for a moment. Amid the sound of dripping water, Luo Qinglin whispered, "I don't know. By the time I found out, I already liked it."
"What about you? Why do you like me?" Luo Qinglin asked.
"I've said that you are gentle and kind, and the best person I have ever met." Jiang Yanyu answered without hesitation.
Luo Qinglin couldn't figure out what the highlight was in his haute couture show at La Forêt last year? He was just standing in the audience at that time, taking pictures secretly in the dim light. Unless Jiang Yanyu had sharp eyes, he would not be able to be seen at all.
Luo Qinglin suspected that Jiang Yanyu was talking nonsense and not telling the truth. He didn't believe it and didn't refute it on the spot. He continued to take a shower.
Amid the sound of dripping water, Jiang Yanyu saw Luo Qinglin raise his head and smooth his hair and the water to his forehead.
His sight slid down from the top, passing over the misty hills, and reaching the hazy peach. Jiang Yanyu asked in a low voice: "Luo Qinglin, when do you want to marry me?"
"No one would say they'd get married on the fifth day of being together," Luo Qinglin whispered, "They have to be together for at least a full year before they can say that."
"I mean, in which season do you want to hold your wedding? Winter or summer?" Jiang Yanyu asked again.
"Hmm..." Luo Qinglin thought for a moment and replied, "Summer, late summer."
"good."
Speaking of marriage, Luo Qinglin's heart beat faster unconsciously. They haven't gotten to know each other in depth yet, so why are they talking about marriage?
Besides, he didn’t know anything about Jiang Yanyu’s past and had never met Mayfield and Jiang Ligang, so why would he get married?
Wait, get married... have sex?
Luo Qinglin suddenly recalled that the order of Jiang Yanyu's words was, get married first, then have in-depth communication? !
How is this possible?
He was planning to have a deep exchange with the vixen before the end of this year!
Luo Qinglin turned off the shower, stared at the pajamas on the storage rack for a moment, then took the pajamas in his hand and deliberately threw them into the bathtub, letting them be soaked by the water in the bathtub.
Wearing only a thigh-length white T-shirt, Luo Qinglin tucked his wet hair behind his ears, then opened the bathroom door and walked out empty-handed.
"Have you finished washing?" Jiang Yanyu stood up and prepared to hug him, but when he saw the exposed long legs, he stopped where he was.
The white T-shirt became translucent due to the water remaining on the skin, and the hem was barely covered, making it vaguely visible.
"Where are your pajamas?" Jiang Yanyu asked.
"It fell into the bathtub and got wet." Luo Qinglin said, staring at Jiang Yanyu.
Steam leaked out from the crack of the bathroom door, and the minty aroma did not wake people up, but was mixed with an indulgent drug.
"Wait here. I'll go get some pants from the closet. Don't run around. Be careful not to catch a cold."
Without waiting for Luo Qinglin to react, Jiang Yanyu hurried out the door and headed hurriedly towards the bedroom.
There is no response at all? !
Luo Qinglin folded his arms and stood there, wondering what Jiang Yanyu was acting out, which had been going on for several days without any end.
Soon, Jiang Yanyu came back with a pair of extremely long wide-leg pants.
"Go back and put on your pants." Jiang Yanyu handed the wide-leg pants to Luo Qinglin.
The vixen had a look of abstinence and indifference. Luo Qinglin glanced at him but couldn't see any flaws. In the end, he took the pants and went back to the bathroom to change.
After Luo Qinglin put on his pants and came out, Jiang Yanyu carried him out of the bathroom as usual.
When they reached the room, Jiang Yanyu repeated the steps of the previous few days. She carried him to the bed, dried his wet hair with a towel, kissed him on the forehead, said "good night" and prepared to leave.
"Wait!" Before Jiang Yanyu left, Luo Qinglin suddenly grabbed his arm.
Jiang Yanyu turned around, with a barely perceptible smile on his lips, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"I want a kiss." Luo Qinglin took the initiative to say.
"Didn't we kiss just now? You want to kiss me again? Okay." Jiang Yanyu leaned down, smiled as if he couldn't do anything about him, and kissed Luo Qinglin on the forehead again.
"Is this okay?" Jiang Yanyu said jokingly, "You have to kiss twice goodnight, are you a kid?"
"I'm not a kid," Luo Qinglin said with a frown, "I want to kiss you, not to kiss my forehead."
Jiang Yanyu seemed not to understand what he said. He took a step back, distanced himself from him, squinted his eyes and smiled, "Take your time, baby. Don't be impatient."
"Good night." Jiang Yanyu turned around and walked out the door.
Luo Qinglin stared at the relaxed figure, his unhappiness reaching its peak, and then he jumped down and ran towards Jiang Yanyu.
Hearing the sound of something falling to the ground, Jiang Yanyu just turned around and was pounced on by Luo Qinglin, who slammed the door shut with a bang.
Jiang Yanyu lowered his head and looked at the whorl of hair on Luo Qinglin's head without saying a word.
"What kind of drama are you acting in?" Luo Qinglin frowned, raised his head and asked coldly.
Jiang Yanyu raised his eyebrows, but still said, "What can I do? I just hope to take it slow, and hope that we can stay together until death."
"You're lying," Luo Qinglin stared at those swirling eyes and continued to ask, "What exactly are you going to do? You've been acting for a few days, how long are you going to continue?"
Jiang Yanyu stared at Luo Qinglin for a long while, then suddenly his fox eyes curved slightly, and he finally dropped his disguise and chuckled a few times.
"What do I want to do?" Jiang Yanyu leaned close to Luo Qinglin's ear and whispered, "The kiss you want is meaningless, but I have already promised you that I will only kiss you like that in the future. Tell me, what should I do?"
"You...are you going to act for several days just because of this?" Luo Qinglin asked.
"Of course I'm not acting. I think it's better not to kiss than to just kiss like that. Good night, see you tomorrow." As he spoke, Jiang Yanyu quickly ended the topic, let go of Luo Qinglin's hand, put him back on the ground, opened the door and prepared to leave.
Bang!
As soon as the door opened, Luo Qinglin quickly pushed the door closed, stood on tiptoe, closed his eyes and suddenly kissed Jiang Yanyu on the lips.
The two lips were simply pressed against each other, and they did not move for a long time. Jiang Yanyu was about to push Luo Qinglin away, but she suddenly felt a damp coldness on her lips.
She probed cautiously and awkwardly, like a feather, lightly flicking and then retracting it. When she got no response from him, she probed cautiously again, as if she was afraid of disturbing him.
The monologue lasted for a while. Luo Qinglin didn't know how many times he had tried, but the person opposite him didn't respond at all. Shame came over him belatedly, and Luo Qinglin blushed deeply.
Just as he was about to retreat, Jiang Yanyu grabbed Luo Qinglin's hair and finally responded seriously...
When they separated, Luo Qinglin's cheeks turned red.
"Do you like it?" There was a triumphant smile in Jiang Yanyu's voice.
Luo Qinglin pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time before he whispered back, "...I like it."
The author has something to say:
Jiang Yanyu: My wife, I have you under my control~
Luo Qinglin: Pervert!
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