Chapter 70 A Messy Misunderstanding Caused by a Tassel Pei Qing's face...
Pei Qian didn't make any extra expression on her face. While eating normally, she raised her other leg and slowly stepped on the inside of the other person's thigh, pressing it lightly and intermittently.
She swallowed the tender and flavorful beef brisket with satisfaction, her eyes squinting happily. She increased the pressure on her feet, and suddenly a strange groan came from the other side.
Pei Qing looked over at the sound, her body stiffening. Why was Hillary's face so red? Had he been staring at that dish for a long time? Wait, the time he stopped eating seemed to coincide with the time she stepped on the ground...
Could it be him? No way, he's such a shy person... It shouldn't be like this, could we have mistaken him for someone else? Pei Qing silently put her feet down and tried to cover up her mistake by serving herself a bowl of rice.
"Clatter!" Hillivan's hand trembled, and the chopsticks suddenly fell to the ground. His face flushed red instantly. He quickly bent down to pick up the chopsticks from the ground, then got up and walked towards the kitchen.
"Sorry! I'll go wash it."
The moment he stood up, Pei Qing noticed the gray shoe print on his pants. She silently lowered her head, realizing she had stepped on the wrong person.
"What's wrong, A-Qian? How's the food?" Shen Rong'an smiled gently, bending down to serve soup. He was wearing a V-neck shirt today, the neckline was a bit too big, and with a slight sway, you could see the scenery under the shadows. Pei Qing took another sip of soup and crossed her legs.
As she was drinking, her calf was suddenly touched again. Pei Qing looked at Shen Rong'an, who had stood up, in horror. His legs weren't under the table at all; the snake-man didn't have legs now. Right, he seemed to have legs when he was in the pile of corpses…
Forget it! None of this matters now. Pei Qing shook her head, yanked back the tablecloth, and several swaying tassels appeared in front of her. Over the years, they had become tangled together, increasing in weight, and had accidentally fallen on her leg, causing her to feel as if someone was rubbing her leg with their foot.
Pei Qing, in a daze, gripped the tassel and smacked her calf. Yes, that's the feeling. The problem was, the second time the foot stepped on her calf, it definitely felt like a foot, right? Whose foot was it then?
She put the tablecloth down and chewed mechanically. Just then, that familiar sensation returned, and she quickly reached under the table and grabbed the ankle.
"Ugh!" Shen Rong'an groaned, his eyes red and swollen like a rabbit in heat. He tried to pull his leg back, but Pei Qing held his ankle firmly. Helpless, he could only remain in this precarious position. Soon, his thigh ligaments began to feel numb and itchy from maintaining the same posture for so long.
"Ha, A-Qian, let go first... I can..." Seeing that Pei Qing didn't react, he gripped the snow-white porcelain spoon tightly with his slender, delicate fingers, his pink fingertips turning white from the force. His groin area felt persistently sore, numb, and itchy, as if a swarm of ants were relentlessly gnawing at it.
At the dining table, a man in a beige shirt was drinking soup. His posture was strange; he pressed the back of the spoon against the handle, then rolled the entire spoon around to swallow the soup. It didn't look like he was drinking soup, but rather like he was making some kind of swallowing motion. Some saliva that he couldn't swallow properly dripped from the corners of his lips.
Pei Qian's heart pounded, and she tightened her grip on the man's ankle. She pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth, then abruptly released her grip, raising her eyes to smile. The man put down his soup spoon, ignoring the still-aching pain in his groin, and lifted the tablecloth to crawl inside.
A rustling sound kept coming from under the table. After eating a few pieces of ribs, Xiao Hei lost interest and went to play on the side. Its tail tip wrapped around Pei Qing's calf, and its upper body stretched out to curiously fiddle with the parts.
The table opposite was empty, with only two sets of bowls and chopsticks present. Pei Qing lifted the tablecloth and glanced at the swaying tassels. Under the table, the man looked dazed, his cheeks flushed, and tears welled up in his eyes.
She glanced at it, put down the tablecloth, reached inside with both hands, accurately found the target, pressed down hard, and a small muffled groan came out, which was quickly drowned out by the sound of drinking soup.
After finishing her soup, Pei Qing lifted the man out from under the table and placed him on her lap. She handed him a tissue, casually wiping away the tears that lingered on the man's eyelashes, and whispered in his reddened ear, "You did a really good job, you're amazing... Dr. Shen..."
“You…remembered…” Shen Rong’an took the paper, wiped his reddened lips, and before he could catch his breath, he heard the familiar address, which made him breathe again.
"I can't remember much, except that Dr. Shen called someone over, and then under his desk—"
Shen Rong'an suddenly looked up and kissed her lips, swallowing all the unfinished words. Pei Qing smiled gently, and their two soft, supple tongues intertwined.
Sometime later, Xiao Hei stopped fiddling with the parts and hovered not far away, taking in everything that was happening.
Behind the kitchen door, separated by a wall, a pair of deep brown eyes silently watched the two embracing, like a couple in love. Hilliwen's once burning heart gradually cooled.
The footprints on his trousers seemed to mock his last-minute desertion. If he hadn't... could he have been with her...? A burning anger called jealousy quietly ignited deep within his heart.
He wanted to turn away, to escape, to stop watching, but his feet were rooted to the spot and he didn't move an inch. As if in some kind of self-punishment, or perhaps to force himself to face reality, he stared intently at their next move.
"Hmm, why is there... a barb?" Shen Rong'an mumbled incoherently.
A rough, barbed tongue swept across every inch of the inside of his mouth. Pei Qing, holding his hand, touched the two erect, semi-circular furry ears on the top of her head, withdrawing from their tongue-and-lip intertwining, and said, "It's probably because hyenas actually belong to the suborder Feliformes, so some features are more like a cat's, here."
“When orcs get excited, their beastly features emerge. I do it even when I'm not consciously suppressing it,” she said, smiling as she held the man's hand and looked down. “I heard there are barbs here too~”
Want to give it a try?
Shen Rong'an put his arm around her shoulder, his chest pressed tightly against hers, their lips less than half a centimeter apart. She pouted pitifully, "I don't want to, my lips are really sore from your licking, can you check if they're broken..."
Pei Qian lifted him up by his thighs, and the man's long, strong legs wrapped around her waist. He pouted at her, looking extremely pitiful.
Woman A observed intently, her ears twitching occasionally, her hot fingertips gently caressing his bright red lips. "No broken skin, he's in great condition. I think we can kiss for a while longer."
As he spoke, Pei Qing pretended to kiss him again, and Shen Rong'an playfully dodged backward. The two kissed each other several times in a playful manner before stopping.
The atmosphere at the dinner table became much more relaxed. Pei Qian put the man down from her lap, pinched his waist twice, and said with a smile, "Come to my room tonight?"
"Should we wear something to the past, like..." Shen Rong'an didn't mince words and smiled as he tugged at his ordinary shirt.
"Of course, if you'd like, but I prefer surprises. We can see it for ourselves tonight, what do you think?"
You know perfectly well that I would never refuse you no matter what.
Shen Rong'an walked into the kitchen with a light laugh. When he saw Hillary tidying up the kitchen, his expression immediately turned cold. "Why didn't you come out to eat earlier? I noticed you didn't eat much. Was the food not to your liking?"
"No, Brother Chen's cooking is delicious. It's just that I might not be feeling well today..." Hillivan replied with a forced smile. As he spoke, he gripped the salt shaker tightly, afraid that he might do something irreversible in a moment of impulse.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I might not have catered to your tastes. After all, today's dishes are all things that A-Qian really likes. It's just that he used to... you know, we lived together for a while before."
Shen Rong'an brought in the braised beef brisket, pointed to the dish, and shared with great interest, "I remember the first time I delivered food to her, I made this dish. You wouldn't believe how much she gambled away with such a huge lunchbox of food! I was thinking, is it really that good? She actually liked it so much..."
“…Haha, really? That’s fantastic.” Hillivan didn’t know what to say, so he could only offer a dry, perfunctory response.
At this moment, he desperately wished he had more work to do so he wouldn't be distracted by thinking about that scene. How did the two of them get along back then? Was it like this now? So intimate, like a couple of lovers.
"I'm sorry, I tend to talk a lot when I get excited. I'm in a pretty good mood today, so I hope I didn't bother you. Are you alright? Are you still feeling unwell? Would you like to go and rest for a while? I'll take care of things here," Shen Rong'an asked with concern.
“…No, no need, I can do it myself. It’s okay, I’m not feeling that bad,” Heliwen said as he was lathering the plate with foam. He accidentally slipped, and the plate fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, it was just now..." Hillivan apologized hastily as he quickly squatted down. He was so flustered that he forgot there was a cleaning robot available, and there was absolutely no need to clean it himself.
"Ouch!" He frantically picked up the broken porcelain shards with his hands, the sharp edges cutting his fingers. Blood flowed from the wounds, staining the snow-white porcelain shards red. Helivin stared blankly at the spreading blood, feeling that the pain in his fingers was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.
"Are you alright? You should go and rest for a while. It's okay, A-Qian is a very nice person, she won't deduct your salary," Shen Rong'an patted his shoulder and comforted him.
Helivin suddenly stood up and shook off his hand, his tone somewhat cold, "Of course I know she's a good person, you don't need to tell me that!" After saying that, he realized he might have been a bit too hasty, and then explained, "Yes, I'm sorry, Brother Shen, I know you're concerned about me, I'm just a little upset, so my tone was a bit..."
"It's alright, I understand you. After all, I was like that once." Shen Rong'an laughed again, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. There was something familiar in his eyes, but upon closer inspection, it was the mockery of those who shared the same fate.
Helivin paid no attention to what he said, nor did he bother to ponder the deeper meaning of his words, and rushed out of the store.
Pei Qing had just come out of the bathroom. She had been teaching Xiao Hei how to clean itself and had missed the conversation in the kitchen. Seeing the scene before her, she was very surprised. "What happened? What's going on?"
"It's nothing, he just seems to be in a bad mood today. He told me he might need to take half a day off, and he hopes you won't deduct his salary," Shen Rong'an explained with a smile.
"Oh, I see. Of course I won't deduct his salary. Why would he think that way?"
Pei Qian innocently stated that she had never deducted any employees' wages due to their health conditions. Although this was the only employee who genuinely needed a salary at the moment, she was just explaining it as a precaution.
"Relax, darling, this way we can have a very pleasant time tonight. The sofa, the balcony, the kitchen are all fine..." Shen Rong'an put his two fair arms around her neck, embraced her, kissed her cheek, and left an ambiguous invitation.
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