When the light kiss cracks
There were only two suites on each floor. Ling Chuan led her to the innermost room, took out a room card from his pocket, and swiped it to open the door.
"Ling Chuanye, isn't this a bit...too fast?"
Ling Chuan pushed open the door and turned to ask her, "What about us?"
"At once......"
Qiao Yu pointed to the room, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping herself.
Ling Chuan smiled and pulled her into the room, slamming the door shut. Qiao Yu's heart skipped a beat with the sound of the door closing.
With a whirlwind, Ling Chuan pinned him against the wall. He leaned down, their noses almost touching, their breaths mingling.
Just as Qiao Yu was about to speak, he kissed her, a soft, gentle kiss that ended too quickly.
"It's not like we haven't stayed in the same room before, and even slept in the same bed."
Qiao Yu's head buzzed. "That...that time doesn't count..."
"Oh...how about we try it tonight?"
“Ling Chuan also…”
He casually tossed aside her clothes and tie, cupped her face in his hands, lifted her up, and pressed his lips against hers again, prying them open.
He kissed her little by little, the kisses sweeping in and then slowly receding, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.
As he pressed his forehead against hers, panting, he asked, "What did you call me today?"
Qiao Yu was stunned, her breathing slowed down, and her heartbeat became erratic again.
He replied hesitantly, "It's nothing."
Ling Chuan smiled and leaned down to give her another light peck. "I heard everything."
Qiao Yu pursed her lips and placed her hands on top of him. "That's not what they all call them."
"I just want to hear you call me that."
Qiao Yu looked up, and Ling Chuan's surging emotions slowly subsided, his brows softening with tenderness.
She poked his chest with her slender fingers and curled her pink lips into a smile.
"Let's focus on being a good teacher first, then we can talk about other things."
"......"
Her body was once again pulled into a strong embrace. A glint of light flashed in his deep eyes as Ling Chuan leaned close to her ear and mischievously whispered, "Alright, Teacher Ling isn't just called that for nothing. I'll have to teach you something..."
"......"
"Cough cough cough..."
The two people who were embracing were startled when they heard the sound.
Yang Yu Kimi pursed her lips tightly, not daring to laugh out loud.
Qiao Yu let out a soft "Ugh," too ashamed to look, and covered her face with her hands, burying her face in Ling Chuan's chest.
Ling Chuan cursed under his breath, "Why are you still here?"
Yang Yu tried to remain calm. "Didn't you ask me to bring the luggage?"
Sensing Ling Chuan's displeasure, Kimi pulled Yang Yu behind them, saying, "Isn't it... you're blocking the door?"
As she spoke, she innocently pointed to the door, "We want to leave, but... it's hard to leave... and we're too embarrassed to bother you."
Ling Chuan also shot him a sharp look, "But I'm sorry to bother you."
Kimi: "There's no other way, we can't keep waiting... We'll leave now, we won't disturb you two."
Yang Yu couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.
Ling Chuan closed his eyes in frustration and held out one hand: "Hand over the room card."
Kimi obediently handed over the room key with both hands, thoughtfully reminding him, "Don't be too... um, there's a cocktail party tonight."
His sharp gaze swept over them again, and he reminded them in a deep voice, "You two shouldn't wander around aimlessly. You should really work on your public relations copy."
......
The room was finally quiet.
Qiao Yu nestled on the sofa, glaring resentfully at the culprit.
Ling Chuan also lazily sat to one side with his long legs crossed.
"Ling Chuanye, it's time for the party, you should leave now."
"You're kicking me out already? Teacher Ling hasn't even started class yet."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Yu jumped up from the sofa, only to be pulled back by Ling Chuan.
She pulled him back onto his lap and wrapped her arms around him.
Qiao Yu tried to break free, but he smiled and his tone softened: "I won't tease you anymore, let's hug for a while, okay?"
He raised his hand to brush away the stray hairs from her cheek. "Su Yu's chef is quite good. I'll have Yang Yu and the others come over to have dinner with you later. Be a good girl and wait for me to come back at the hotel."
Qiao Yu watched as his expression changed constantly, and at this moment he was still holding her tightly, his chin almost touching her body.
She pouted, "Ling Chuanye, you're so clingy."
Ling Chuan smiled even more gently, pressing his forehead close to her cheek: "Teacher Qiao, you're only just realizing this?"
"......"
After Ling Chuan left, Qiao Yu looked around the suite. It was a modern duplex with two bedrooms upstairs.
Qiao Yu and Ling Chuan's luggage was placed separately in the two bedrooms, and those items were not in the bedrooms.
She realized she was overthinking things; he probably didn't even have those thoughts yet.
During dinner, Yang Yuxi accompanied Qiao Yu to dine in the restaurant on the first floor.
The setting sun dyed the sky orange-pink, and the lake outside the floor-to-ceiling windows shimmered with scattered gold.
Su Yu personally brought over sliced fruits to serve, saying, "Try it, it's freshly cut."
Yang Yu: "Thank you so much, Mr. Su. I'm flattered by your personal service."
Su Yu smiled and pulled out a seat next to Qiao Yu, saying, "You're too kind."
Tilting her head, she asked, "Qiao Yu, do you know... Lin Tingwan?"
Qiao Yu squinted at the person in front of her, "You know... Ting Wan?"
"...I asked you first."
"Answer me first."
Su Yu nodded resignedly, brushed a stray hair from his forehead, and pulled his chair closer: "Qiao Yu, do you two know each other?"
Qiao Yu tilted her head and nodded.
"You two seem quite familiar?"
Qiao Yu twitched the corner of her mouth and said, "Hmm!"
Su Yu chuckled: "I haven't treated you badly either, have I? Besides Lu Yu, I've protected you in high school and college, haven't I?"
Qiao Yu looked at her, her lips barely able to contain her desire, "President Su, what exactly are you trying to say?"
"No, no, no, don't call me President Su, it's too formal."
Yang Yu spoke quickly and bluntly: "Su Yu, stop being so indecisive."
Su Yucai said, "Just... play matchmaker."
......
That night, Qiao Yu finished washing up and lay in bed, but Ling Chuan still hadn't returned.
Yang Yu called via video to check if she was wearing the battle robe he had given her.
In front of the camera, Qiao Yu was still wearing her favorite nude pink nightgown, with a matching robe over it.
Yang Yu and Xi Da huddled in front of the camera. Yang Yu said, "Qiao Qiao, why aren't you wearing anything?"
"No, it's too revealing."
Yang Yu: "There's nothing exposed here. Everything that needs to be covered is covered."
Qiao Yu: "...Just covering up... No, no, I don't want to wear it, and we haven't gotten to that point yet."
Yang Yu: "You really don't know how lucky you are. Ling Chuan has that face and that figure, aren't you tempted? If it were anyone else, they'd be drooling."
Xida chuckled as she listened.
Qiao Yu smiled, pursing her lips. Thinking of the abs he had posted before, she replied after a long while, "A little."
"Hurry up, go and tackle him."
"How do you pounce?"
"Sigh...it seems we'll have to rely on Teacher Ling to teach us."
"......"
Xida held her phone close to the camera, "I just asked Doubao, and it said to go give it a hug first, and then..."
There was a knock on Qiao Yu's door, and she quickly hung up the phone.
The door opened, and Ling Chuan was still dressed in a well-fitting suit, with a faint scent of wine emanating from him.
"You're back?"
He leaned against the door, loosening his tie with one hand. "Yeah, I texted you but you didn't reply. I thought you were asleep. I only knocked because I heard noises coming from your room."
Worried that Ling Chuan might have overheard something, Qiao Yu hurriedly asked, "Did you hear anything?"
Ling Chuan squinted and leaned forward slightly: "Is there... something I can't hear?"
Qiao Yu blushed and explained, "No, it's nothing."
She exuded a faint scent of gardenias, her cheeks were flushed, and the panic in her eyes was obvious.
Ling Chuan didn't say much, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly: "Go to sleep, I'm going back to my room."
“Ling Chuan also…”
He paused in his turning motion, and his body was embraced by a soft, fluffy embrace.
Her faint fragrance lingered in his soft hair. He didn't flinch, and his Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously.
This was the second time she had taken the initiative to hug him. Her cheek was pressed against his chest, and she felt the powerful impacts in his chest, causing her own heartbeat to skip a beat.
A hot breath hit her head, and a low, husky voice came, "Missed me?"
Qiao Yu didn't reply. Just as she was about to let go of him, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.
"You weren't hugging me very tightly just now."
Qiao Yu looked up and muttered, "Not as tight as you."
"I like it when you're tight..."
Qiao Yu didn't think much of it at first, but soon she truly understood the meaning of those words and realized that Ling Chuan was not a gentleman at all.
The hand around her waist tightened, and Ling Chuan suddenly lowered his head, leaned close to her ear, and gently brushed his soft lips against her earlobe, "Let Teacher Ling teach you, okay?"
The next second, a familiar shiver and wetness washed over her, and Qiao Yu's breath hitched.
"Ling Chuanye, no... I don't need you to teach me, I want to sleep."
The warmth of his breath brushed against her cheek, and Ling Chuan tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Qiao Qiao, I missed you too. Let's go downstairs and play for a while..."
In the living room, warm yellow light shone on the sofa.
Qiao Yu sat on Ling Chuan's lap with her legs spread apart, the hem of her skirt barely covering her upper thighs. He held her waist with both hands and gently reminded her, "Don't move."
She bit her lip, her face already flushed red.
Who carries someone downstairs like that!
She was even wearing a skirt!
Ling Chuan smiled and said, "I miss you so much, I want to spend more time with you."
Qiao Yu punched him playfully, feeling wronged: "Then hug me properly..."
He lowered his voice: "Isn't it a good way to hold him? Don't all babies like to be held like this?"
Qiao Yu was both amused and exasperated: "I'm not a baby anymore."
"In my opinion."
For a moment, Qiao Yu was stunned, and Ling Chuan turned his head to kiss her again, somewhat impatiently.
Her lips were sealed, their breaths mingling. With each caress and entanglement, Qiao Yu was kissed until her body went limp. She clutched his clothes tightly, almost melting into his embrace.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally released her. Qiao Yu leaned against him, her eyes glazed over.
Ling Chuan patted her back and asked with a smile, "Is Teacher Ling a good teacher?"
Qiao Yu sat up straight with a soft voice: "No, not at all."
He casually raised an eyebrow: "Hmm? Then let me teach you some more..."
"Don't……"
Ling Chuan's phone also vibrated, and Qiao Yucai narrowly escaped disaster, running upstairs in her slippers.
Just before opening the door, I glanced downstairs again. Ling Chuan was still sitting on the sofa, leaning forward and staring blankly at his phone screen.
His brows were slightly furrowed, and his expression was indifferent.
Qiao Yu called out to him in confusion, "Ling Chuanye, go to sleep."
Upon hearing this, he tilted his head slightly, and a handsome smile immediately appeared on his lips. "Okay, you go to sleep first, goodnight."
"good evening......."
The next day, Qiao Yu woke up at almost ten o'clock.
The clouds were heavy and gloomy, and a cold wind howled outside the window, causing the bare branches to sway gently.
She was curious, but Ling Chuan didn't call her. She picked up his phone and saw a message he had sent an hour earlier.
[Qiaoqiao, I have an urgent matter to attend to today, I'm sorry I can't accompany you. See you at the airport tonight.]
He was supposed to accompany her to the Forbidden City today, but now he's stood her up.
Qiao Yu finished packing and called Yang Yuxi over.
Inside the van, Yang Yu leaned closer to her with a sly grin and asked, "How many times last night?"
Qiao Yu froze on the spot, "What the hell is going on?!"
Yang Yu reached out and pulled back her scarf to look. "It's not here yet, is it?"
Qiao Yu slapped her hand away, blushing and burying her face in her scarf. "Yang Yu, what are you thinking about all day?"
Yang Yu smiled, pursing her lips: "I asked you to wear the battle robe I gave you, but you refused."
"That's impossible to wear..."
"Okay, okay, you need the process, take your time."
"Yang Yu, you're so lewd..."
The group bickered until the car arrived at the Cloud Perme Center, a new landmark building in the eastern part of Beijing.
This is an urban complex that integrates high-end commerce and business offices.
Over the past five years, Yunpo Technology has combined cloud computing and digitalization to become a new generation of technology company.
Perhaps due to the bad weather and the fact that it was a weekday, there weren't many people on the streets, and the van slowly drove into the underground parking lot.
The driver had never been here before and couldn't find the elevator in the shopping center for a while, repeatedly apologizing.
Qiao Yuding stared in surprise out the window, and just around the corner, a familiar figure came into view.
"parking."
In the brightly lit elevator lobby not far away, a black Rolls-Royce and the Maybach she had ridden in yesterday were parked one after the other in the middle of the road.
Ling Chuan, dressed in a black coat, stood with his back to them, facing a wealthy woman, talking to her.
The woman looked only a few years older than Ling Chuan. She was wearing a Chanel suit with a Marie Claire trench coat over it, and carrying a rare leather Birkin bag.
She was gentle and tender, her watery eyes gazing upwards.
Ling Chuan stood there with his hands in his pockets, his expression indifferent.
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