Chapter 66 One-Way Glass Baby, was she dressed up for me on purpose? ...
Zhou Jinqin certainly hadn't forgotten, but the ease she'd been enjoying these past few days had made her momentarily forget to "be prepared for unforeseen circumstances."
She sat with her body tense, her gaze lingering on the man's sly, smiling eyes through the phone screen on the ground. Perhaps urged on by the hard box pressed against her waist, she slowly raised her head and took the initiative to kiss the man's slightly cool, beautiful lips.
Liang Minghe didn't reciprocate the kiss, but he also didn't let the lamb that had fallen into his mouth escape. He chased after those soft, moist lips, maintaining a light, touching position. What a flirtatious technique of playing hard to get and being elusive.
Zhou Jinqin felt like a lamb being raised in a pen, always on edge, waiting for her master to sharpen his knife and turn against her.
The combined physical and mental pressure caused her to easily surrender and give in, turning her into a puddle of water that unconsciously slumped onto the sofa and floor.
Liang Minghe was like a person seeking water in the desert; the desire to survive made him abandon his composure and arrogance, and he tried his best to draw water from this source.
The mountains and forests in October already had the feel of autumn, and after a rain shower, the air carried a chilly atmosphere.
Perhaps because he has lived in a subtropical monsoon climate region for many years, Liang Minghe is particularly afraid of the cold, and he changed into autumn clothes early these past two days.
At that moment, his impatience and excitement briefly intensified, and he childishly threw off his thick coat and kissed Zhou Jinqin more passionately.
In the heat of passion, Zhou Jinqin's feet touched the cold ground beyond the carpet, jolting her back to reality. She nudged the man who was entangled in her neck and shoulders, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Aren't you cold?"
The excitement is certainly not cold now, but what about the more exposed and intense moments? Colds always arise after the passion fades, and Liang Ming and Mingtian still need to use this voice to record the show tomorrow, so they definitely need to protect it.
Liang Minghe responded softly, then gently nibbled at Zhou Jinqin's collarbone for a few more moments before getting up and carrying her in his arms, asking, "Shall we go to the bedroom?"
"Hmm..." Zhou Jinqin responded almost inaudibly.
Compared to the spacious open layout of the living room, the bedroom feels much more enclosed and cramped. With the air conditioning set to a comfortable level, and the person nestled in the soft, plush blankets, they no longer feel cold.
In an extremely warm environment, people are more likely to let their guard down. Zhou Jinqin was so dizzy from the kisses that she completely relaxed on the bed and had long forgotten her previous sneaky behavior.
To surprise Liang Minghe before his trip, she had just secretly changed into the pink clothes that Xiang Ziqing had sent her, specially designed to enhance the romance between couples.
Made of pink gauze, it is easy to crack and fall off, and its coverage is almost zero.
Liang Minghe's eyes, which had been clouded with tears, suddenly lit up. He chuckled and whispered in Zhou Jinqin's ear, "Baby, did you wear this on purpose for me?"
Almost reflexively, before her thoughts could even process it, Zhou Jinqin's ears turned bright red. She stammered and didn't answer, but what did it matter? Her body had already filled in the answers on this test.
Liang Minghe's lips curled into a wide smile, his peach blossom eyes full of laughter. Zhou Jinqin felt ashamed under his blatant gaze and protested in a muffled voice, "Don't look!"
"Okay." Liang Minghe's agreement was completely unexpected.
Before Zhou Jinqin could figure out the reason, Liang Minghe suddenly turned over and stood on the floor, carrying Zhou Jinqin horizontally to the bedroom window.
"Sizzle—"
Liang Minghe pulled back the tightly closed curtains. The entire floor-to-ceiling window facing the mountains and forests became the only outlet for the faint light under the dim sky. The tiny spots of light filtered through the gaps in the leaves and fell into the room, casting twinkling starlight on the floor.
Outside, the rain intensified, and the swirling mist enveloped the forest, blurring the view in the distance but washing away the dust left on the window, making the view closer clearer.
Zhou Jinqin was pressed against the window. The glass had been warmed by the warm air inside the room, so she wasn't cold. However, she felt extremely ashamed of being completely exposed.
Liang Minghe embraced her from behind, pressing her against the window more tightly, and then his burning lips earnestly sucked on her shoulder blade.
Zhou Jinqin trembled slightly, wanting nothing more than to escape this place devoid of privacy: "I don't want to be here..."
She didn't even dare to look up at the misty forest, her embarrassment laid bare. Liang Minghe pretended not to understand and innocently asked, "Why? Didn't you say I couldn't look at you?"
"What if someone comes?" Zhou Jinqin's voice was soft and weak, almost as if she was about to cry.
Liang Minghe couldn't bear to see her like this, so he sighed and softened his voice to coax her: "Don't worry, baby, no one will come."
It wasn't just people; birds soaring by, wind whistling past—every little rustle could send Zhou Jinqin's heart soaring.
Liang Minghe covered her moist eyes with his palm, both amused and exasperated: "Baby, have you forgotten? This is a one-way mirror."
From morning to night is a long time span, so there's no need to rush. That's why Liang Minghe was exceptionally gentle and patient today.
The battle line was stretched out, but there were multiple rest stops along the way, which gave Zhou Jinqin the illusion that she was not overly tired.
Sometimes when the two played games, Zhou Jinqin, who lacked experience, would always lose and have to cry and beg Liang Minghe for mercy.
Sometimes Liang Minghe would suggest painting a portrait of Zhou Jinqin, and the brush would extend beyond the paper to use her skin as the canvas.
Sometimes after a meal, fruit rolls off and gets on your skin...
Glass, monitors, drawing paper, marble dining tables... Zhou Jinqin had never carefully examined herself in so many places with mirrored effects.
The next day, the delayed muscle soreness protested against yesterday's excessive behavior, and Zhou Jinqin blushed, unwilling to recall their relationship of not wearing pants.
Liang Minghe, on the other hand, acted as if nothing had happened, wearing the knitted hat that Liu Xiaoyue had given him, and relaxed on the windowsill, petting the cat.
Zhou Jinqin was indignant, not understanding why she, as the one who received the burden, seemed more like the one who put in the effort, while the hardworking ox seemed completely tireless.
Liang Minghe smiled and ruffled her hair: "I told you you should have gone to exercise with me."
He swims and runs regularly, so his core and leg strength are excellent. It would take Zhou Jinqin at least twenty more years to catch up...
She glanced resentfully at the man beside the bed and muttered, "Tell me about this in your next life."
"Haha..." Liang Ming laughed loudly for a while, "Then I'll wait for you to rule me in your next life."
Zhou Jinqin blushed as he teased her. She suddenly threw off the blanket and pulled it over Liang Minghe's head, then stormed out, puffing out the door, "I'm hungry!"
Liang Minghe lifted the thick bangs, his beautiful smiling eyes watching her somewhat shy and awkward walking posture. He caught up with her in a few steps and carried her to the dining table to sit down.
The food was prepared in advance; it just needs to be reheated before it's ready to eat.
Zhou Jinqin was almost completely exhausted. She ate half a portion more food than usual before she felt full, and her body aches were slightly relieved.
Liang Minghe touched her belly with a look of satisfaction and said, "It seems like gaining weight is just around the corner."
Zhou Jinqin nestled into the sofa, hugging a cushion. Her aching bones creaked as she rubbed her thighs and muttered, "Only if you don't overexert yourself..."
"What do you consume?" Liang Minghe raised an eyebrow and pressed for an answer.
Zhou Jinqin threw the pillow she was holding at him, angrily saying, "Go wash your dishes!"
It's said that people have no privacy online. Just as Liang Minghe put on the hat crocheted by Liu Xiaoyue, Zhou Jinqin turned around and saw Liu Xiaoyue's account.
At Zhou Jinqin's suggestion, Liu Xiaoyue did start her own media business, posting her crocheting process online. The videos were rather rudimentary, and most of them only had dozens or even single-digit likes. Only one of her pinned videos had more than five digits of likes.
To be precise, it wasn't a single video, but rather a video composed of several photos stitched together.
The photo was taken by Liang Minghe to show the kitten trying on the hat. Liu Xiaoyue knew that Tuantuan was missing an ear, so when she was knitting the kitten hat for Tuantuan, she specially added a support wire to the side with the missing ear. After the edge was wrapped, it finally looked like it had two ears. It was this contrasting and pitifully cute image that made Liu Xiaoyue's video go viral.
Afterwards, many netizens in the comments section offered advice, suggesting that she develop her career in the pet industry, since young people nowadays are most willing to spend money on pets.
Liu Xiaoyue listened to advice and subsequently posted videos of herself crocheting various pet collars, scarves, hats, toys, and other items.
Because she doesn't have a cat at home, her videos almost always use stray cats lured away by Zhou Jinqin as temporary models, and the videos usually get the most views when there are models.
Zhou Jinqin glanced at the fans who were not far from the shop window, found a video that detailed the "cat trick", and clicked to pay for a push.
"What are you doing? Why are you so serious?" Liang Minghe pulled the blanket off her and followed her inside.
Zhou Jinqin leaned against his chest, listening to his evenly rising and falling heartbeat, and sadly shook her head, asking, "Liang Minghe, are you leaving?"
"Well, I'll leave after Aunt Feiyue's son brings it up to her." Liang Minghe rested his chin on her hair and asked jokingly, "Looking forward to my departure?"
"No, I don't," Zhou Jinqin said sullenly. "Although you always push your luck, I still can't bear to part with you..."
"Really not coming with me?" Liang Minghe looked down into those soft eyes.
Zhou Jinqin nodded: "Okay, I won't go. Anyway, you'll be back the day after tomorrow morning."
She paused for a moment and continued, "If you have some free time after you finish work, could you please go and see my mother for me? Just a quick look from outside the shop will do. I just want to know how she's been doing lately."
Lately, the mother and daughter have rarely been in contact, only exchanging a few perfunctory greetings on holidays.
Zhou Jinqin rarely saw Lü Jianying so dejected and silent. She was always radical, domineering, unreasonable, and ruthless. Zhou Jinqin had once fervently longed for her mother to possess a stable, unrestrained temperament, but when this completely contradictory personality actually manifested in her mother, she felt uneasy.
People always bring trouble upon themselves, thinking of cutting ties and escaping at all costs, yet unable to convince their hearts, which still yearn for love, to stop beating.
Liang Minghe knew she couldn't possibly be at ease, so he nodded reassuringly and said, "Don't worry, I'll go."
Even if she didn't say anything, he would still go, just like last time.
The two chatted for a while longer before the doorbell rang.
Aunt Feiyue stood outside the door looking somewhat hesitant. Zhou Jinqin cleared her hoarse throat and asked her the reason.
The aunt said, "Well, can I talk to you about something? My son came home yesterday to spend time with me..."
Zhou Jinqin knew that her aunt and her son depended on each other for survival, so she naturally understood how precious this rare reunion was. She understood what the other person meant: "It's okay, it's more important to spend time with the child. I can actually manage on my own, it's just that my husband is a worrier."
The aunt shook her head: "No, no, I can't go back on my promise. Besides, it's only for two days. I just wanted to ask if my son could eat with me at mealtime. I think he's been away from me for a long time and must be missing this food."
It was certainly difficult to refuse such a thing, and Zhou Jinqin and Liang Minghe had no reason to disagree.
Without needing to contact anyone else to go up the mountain, Liang Ming's previously tense shoulders relaxed a little, but a new worrying problem arose.
Although he was Aunt Feiyue's son, he was still a stranger...
The aunt noticed Liang Minghe's worry and offered to help, saying, "You don't need to let him in. Just come up on time and pack the food to take away. Besides, he's outside right now. If you're worried, you can meet him first before deciding. He's a very well-behaved person."
As she spoke, the aunt waved outside: "Jiayang, come here!"
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Author's Note: Jia Yang: Hey, it's me again [droopy-eared rabbit head]
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