Chapter 96 To say that He Zhao never imagined that he and Qiao Yanyu would do things like kissing each other's cheeks or holding hands...
To say that He Zhao never considered doing things like kissing or holding hands with Qiao Yanyu, things only lovers do, would be hypocritical. It's perfectly normal for her to have ulterior motives towards Qiao Yanyu and want to kiss, hold hands, and hug.
Especially in the dream before, if it weren't for those ghosts causing trouble, she would have already kissed Qiao Yanyu's lips.
But she never imagined that Qiao Yanyu would say such a thing in reality, especially right after she confessed her feelings and Qiao Yanyu agreed to date her. According to He Zhao's plan, as a straight woman, even if Qiao Yanyu's confession was successful, it would definitely take some time before things naturally progressed to this point.
She really didn't expect Qiao Yanyu to bring this up so simply and directly.
"Want a kiss?"... Faced with this question, He Zhao found it hard to refuse. To say she didn't want a kiss would be a lie. But saying it was like a bomb, leaving He Zhao completely bewildered. Because... she'd never kissed anyone before!
All her direct gazes came from various films and literary works, but no matter how detailed those works were, He Zhao had never experienced it herself. She hadn't even consulted her advisors about how to kiss or anything like that... but it seemed she couldn't consult them about these things anyway.
In short, He Zhao is now so stunned by this bomb that he doesn't know how to react.
Seeing her like this, Qiao Yanyu asked a second question: "Aren't you going to kiss me?"
This won't do!
His dizzy head snapped back to normal in an instant. The meat was practically offered to his lips; wouldn't it be stupid not to eat it?! He Zhao quickly snapped out of his idiot mode and nodded: "I want a kiss, I want a kiss!"
Qiao Yanyu nodded. Usually decisive, Qiao Yanyu was unusually dashing at this moment: "I didn't know anything about these things before, so I might need you to show me around. Come on."
The simple "Come on" left He Zhao speechless with frustration, because she... really had no experience. But as the saying goes, the die is cast; she'd already agreed to a kiss. To say she had no experience now would seem like she was playing games with him.
He Zhao mustered his courage, went up to Qiao Yanyu, and looked down at her.
The latter had already struck a pose of "please pick," a very standard kissing position. Although she hadn't heard of it, she was already quite grown up; it would be a lie to say she knew absolutely nothing. Qiao Yanyu hugged the flowers with both arms, raised her head, tilted her face up, closed her eyes, and waited for He Zhao's lips to fall upon her.
Against the backdrop of the purple bouquet, Qiao Yanyu truly resembled a beautiful flower. Her lips looked a little dry; she probably hadn't had a sip of water on the way home from the hospital, and had been listening to him talk for so long. But the shape and color of her lips were so beautiful, like pink azaleas.
How could He Zhao not be moved by Qiao Yanyu's appearance?
She was clearly a strong person, capable of easily defeating any shameless person who wanted to sleep with her. Yet, in front of He Zhao, she let down her guard and showed him with her actions that he could do whatever he wanted with her.
Moreover, He Zhao noticed that Qiao Yanyu wasn't truly calm; she was also nervous. Her eyes were tightly closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and her lips were pursed and pressed down. The way she held the bouquet of flowers looked strained, her knuckles turning white.
All her reactions suggested that she was actually quite nervous.
Surprisingly, the moment He Zhao realized Qiao Yanyu was nervous, she herself became less nervous. She lowered her head and moved closer to Qiao Yanyu. Their heads were very close, and He Zhao's warm breath fell on Qiao Yanyu's face.
The temperature seemed scorching to Qiao Yanyu, and she shivered slightly. The movement was so small that He Zhao probably wouldn't have noticed it if he hadn't been watching her closely.
He Zhao reached out, placing one hand on the armrest of Qiao Yanyu's wheelchair to support his body, and the other hand on Qiao Yanyu's cheek.
Probably no one had ever acted so intimately towards Qiao Yanyu. The fine, almost invisible downy hairs on her cheeks stood on end, a reaction so overly sensitive that He Zhao almost burst out laughing. But seeing Qiao Yanyu's brows furrow slightly, He Zhao abandoned his plan to tease her.
Instead, she moved her face closer until her lips met Qiao Yanyu's.
While observing Qiao Yanyu earlier, He Zhao thought that Qiao Yanyu's lips were a little dry because of thirst, but he didn't expect that his own lips were also dry because of nervousness. Two slightly dry lips touching each other probably wouldn't feel very comfortable.
And what's the difference between a simple kiss on the lips and someone kissing the back of their own hand?
But the solace it brought to her soul went far beyond that. Never having imagined they could actually be together, this incredibly intimate contact sent a shiver down He Zhao's spine. She closed her eyes and couldn't help but deepen the kiss.
Their lips rubbed together, and He Zhao could feel the warmth of Qiao Yanyu's lips. Indeed, even the toughest-looking person has soft lips.
As the kiss intensified, He Zhao and Qiao Yanyu's lips became moist. When they finally parted, He Zhao looked at Qiao Yanyu's lips, which were now glistening with moisture and even redder than before.
The thought that this was his own masterpiece made He Zhao's heart pound.
He Zhao knew that kissing felt good, but he never imagined it would feel this good. After all, even the best kisses were just descriptions in movies and literature; nothing beats experiencing it firsthand. He Zhao thought he might actually come to like this feeling.
They even became addicted to it.
He Zhao wasn't the only one with this thought. Qiao Yanyu sat there quietly, still clutching the bouquet tightly, but her gaze towards He Zhao was somewhat deep. It made He Zhao feel as if he were facing a carnivore, and that he might be devoured by Qiao Yanyu.
However, Qiao Yanyu really had no experience in this area.
So Qiao Yanyu spoke frankly, even relinquishing the initiative: "He Zhao, I really like this feeling. But I really don't know what to do next. You just said you're gay, you should know that better than I do, so you might have to guide me in what we're going to do next."
Qiao Yanyu did have some understanding of how men and women should do this. However, she was the kind of person with a very mild temperament, almost innocent compared to He Zhao, so even her understanding of this kind of thing came from sex education classes.
Apart from that, she really knew nothing.
Not to mention, it involves two girls, so how should they act?
These words struck He Zhao like a thunderbolt from a clear sky. Before she could process any other information, she was overwhelmed by the thought of "what we're going to do next." Her cheeks flushed, and her voice became soft, almost like a mosquito's buzz: "Isn't it a bit too fast? Are we going to do it today? There are still so many things we haven't bought, and I haven't done any preparation."
Honestly, you can just buy things today. With food delivery so readily available these days, no matter how late it is, you can just order through a delivery app and someone will deliver it. Even niche items like finger sleeves will definitely have shops selling them.
But it's a bit too late to cut my nails.
As a lesbian, one's fingernails must be neat and smooth, and absolutely must not poke or hurt one's partner. Unfortunately, He Zhao has never had a romantic relationship, so she rarely trims her nails, and her current nails are definitely unacceptable and need to be trimmed.
But when He Zhao went to a bar with his friends, a senior member of the same circle, a well-known "pillow princess," complained: "Some people are just not suited to be Ts. Who cuts their nails on the day they're going to get a toenail done? I'm not saying this to be mean, but there's no time to trim your nails on the day of the toenail done. Even if you file them down, they're still nails, and it'll still hurt. Only those who have their nails trimmed at least two days in advance can achieve a truly smooth finish."
He Zhao didn't understand, but he knew that this would be better for his partner.
From then on, He Zhao kept the rule of "trimming nails at least two days in advance" in mind. This was the first time for both of them, and Qiao Yanyu had directly handed over the reins. He Zhao was determined not to give Qiao Yanyu a bad experience.
So He Zhao really felt that going straight to sex after confessing was a bit too fast.
Qiao Yanyu paused for a moment before realizing that she had misspoke. She coughed awkwardly, "Not now... my leg isn't healed yet."
—Oh, right.
He Zhao subconsciously glanced at Qiao Yanyu's legs; both legs were in casts, making her look extremely pitiful. She secretly despised herself; she was such a jerk. Qiao Yanyu was in this state, and she was still thinking about things unsuitable for children. She couldn't possibly do those indecent things on the bed while Qiao Yanyu's legs were in casts!
Thinking about it this way, it is He Zhao who is truly eager to move on to the next step.
She coughed lightly, then said "Mmm, mmm" twice.
After the confession ended, the two were unsure what to do. He Zhao thought for a moment before realizing that neither she nor Qiao Yanyu had eaten. He Zhao quickly tried to make amends, saying, "It's getting late, Sister Qiao, you must be hungry. I'll go downstairs to buy something to eat and come back up. Wait for me a bit."
After He Zhao finished speaking, he pushed Qiao Yanyu into the bedroom first. After she lay down and put pillows under her legs to raise them a little, he hurriedly left the room.
She left in such a hurry that she even forgot her coat. It wasn't until she got downstairs and was hit by the cold wind that she realized: she really confessed her feelings, and she succeeded!
He Zhao grinned foolishly and asked the system, "System, did I really succeed in confessing? Am I dreaming?"
The system told the truth: "Currently, no host is detected to be asleep; you are currently in the real world."
He Zhao laughed a few times. Since she came to her senses, a smile hadn't left her face, and even her steps seemed lighter. While buying dinner, she thought again, "Now that Qiao Yanyu is at home recuperating, there are no more patient meals. We can't eat takeout every day, can we?"
Drinking chicken soup all the time, even if she makes it in different ways, will eventually get boring.
After thinking for a moment, He Zhao asked the system, "System, are there any dishes suitable for patients to recuperate?"
Yes, the host has it.
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