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It was already evening when I got home.
When Qiao Yu came out after taking a shower, Ling Chuan called her on video. She sat on the bed drying her hair and swiped to answer the call.
Over there, Ling Chuan also seemed to have just returned to the hotel. He heard the "hiss" of the room card being swiped to open the door, his head swayed, and then he heard the sound of the door opening and closing.
"Qiaoqiao, what did Gu Yunshen say when you saw him today?"
Qiao Yu stopped drying her hair and shrugged. "He told me to wait..."
Ling Chuan then walked to the bedside and leaned against the headboard. The camera stopped shaking, and his sharply defined face came closer, his forehead slightly furrowed: "Waiting? What does he mean?"
Qiao Yu shook her head. "I recorded today's conversation. There's still less than a month left, let's wait and see."
Ling Chuan slowly released his grip on his forehead, staring intently at the person on the screen. Her cheeks were fair and pink, and her slightly damp hair was casually draped over her neck, creating a striking contrast with her porcelain-white neck.
Seeing that Ling Chuan was neither speaking nor moving, Qiao Yu assumed the network was lagging and shook her phone: "Ling Chuan, are you still there?"
In that instant of swaying, Ling Chuan's pupils dilated slightly; the nude pink halter dress revealed the undulating cleavage at the front...
With just one glance, Ling Chuan looked away, saying, "Yes..."
His voice was a little hoarse, and Qiao Yu asked in confusion, "What's wrong with your voice?"
The camera focused on the two of them again. Ling Chuan guiltily looked away, his thin lips slightly pursed. He stood up. "It's nothing, I'm going to get some water..."
Qiao Yu listened to him unscrewing the bottle cap and gulping down water.
"Ling Chuanye, when are you coming back?"
Ling Chuan also downed a bottle of mineral water in one gulp, and replied with a smile, "Missed me?"
His lips were still damp with moisture, and Qiao Yu's heart skipped a beat when she saw it. She turned her face away and replied sullenly, "No, I was just asking."
"I'll go back tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? Wasn't it supposed to be the weekend?"
"Since you missed me, of course I had to come back right away..."
Ling Chuan is so improper. Qiao Yu hung up the phone with a blush on her face.
A text message immediately followed: "Still shy?"
Qiao Yu: [No, I'm sleepy, going to sleep.]
Oh, I still can't sleep.
【？】
I need a goodnight kiss.
Qiao Yu didn't reply. Thinking of that sudden first kiss, her face gradually flushed red.
Lingchuan also sent another message: "Asleep? No goodnight kiss is fine, just say goodnight."
【Good evening. 】
Wait for me to come back.
......
The next day, Qiao Yu woke up at almost ten o'clock. When she was sleeping well, she could sleep quietly for ten hours without being disturbed.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, and Qiao Yu gently touched a ray of sunlight, feeling a warm sensation all over her body.
She got up and drew back the curtains, her gaze instinctively searching for something across the street.
A familiar figure strode from the living room to the French windows.
The moment their eyes met, Qiao Yu felt her heart pounding, as if it had been violently struck by something.
Ling Chuan also raised his hand and smiled to greet her good morning.
After Qiao Yu finished washing up and came to the living room, Xi Da sneakily approached her: "I saw it..."
Qiao Yu glanced at her with a smile and headed to the dining table, where the aunt had prepared lunch in advance, including laksa, beef...
Qiao Yu sat down to eat, and Xi Da sat down next to her. "Qiao Qiao, does Teacher Ling want to invite you to dinner?"
She saw it; she was watering the flowers on the terrace when she looked up and saw Teacher Ling across the way saying she wanted to have dinner with him.
Qiao Yu didn't reply, and continued eating with her head down, but Xi Da saw the curve of her lips. "Hehe, Qiao Qiao, didn't you say you wanted to eat hot pot last night?"
Xida and Qiaoyu are both gluttons.
Qiao Yu reacted immediately after hearing this. It had been a long time since she had eaten hot pot, and she nodded.
Xida handed her the phone, and Qiaoyu smiled and tapped her nose before picking up the phone to reply to Lingchuan's message.
Let's have hot pot tonight.
Ling Chuan replied quickly: "Okay, come over for dinner. I'll have someone prepare it in a bit. How many people are you with?"
Three people.
Xida nodded her head like a rattle-drum, "Wow, we can go to Teacher Ling's house for hot pot."
On the other side, Kimi and Xiao Zhu had just come out of the studio, yawning.
I took an early morning flight back from Beijing, and before I could even go home to rest, I had to come here for a meeting.
Their phones vibrated at the same time. When they swiped to open them, one frowned, while the other gaped in surprise.
In the group chat of the three of them.
Lingchuan also bought hot pot ingredients. They're having hot pot at home tonight, a six-person serving, mildly spicy. Must-buys include tripe, beef aorta, shrimp paste, handmade beef balls, dried tofu skin, lettuce, and yam; other items are optional.
Kimi blinked hard to see the words on the screen. "Damn, am I seeing things? He wants hot pot, and spicy hot pot at that."
Xiao Zhu: "Brother, you didn't see wrong, there are six people."
Kimi: "......"
I really want to swear! Who said the hot pot smelled strong? Who was it?
Now he's vowing to eat it again; he'll do anything for a woman.
The last rays of the setting sun were still hanging by the window when the kitchen erupted in chaos.
Yang Yu retorted to Kimi: "Do you even know how to wash? If you don't, get out of the way and stop getting in the way."
Kimi was so angry that he glared and puffed out his cheeks: "How could I not? Who's in the way here?"
......
Little Zhu Xida stood to the side, exchanging bewildered glances. Each had their own idea.
Xiao Zhu—Kimi's cooking skills are well-known and no less than Ye's, but Yang Yu's cooking skills are worth considering. He was holding cilantro and insisted that it was chives.
Xi Da—Yang Yu is quick-witted and never holds back, but she simply doesn't know how to do it, good heavens!
Qiao Yu nestled in a deck chair on the terrace, listening to the clattering sounds coming from the kitchen, laughing so hard that the deck chair creaked.
Ling Chuan sat beside her, gazing at her with a blushing smile, his eyes crinkling like crescent moons, sparkling brightly.
"Does Yang Yu actually know how to do it?"
Qiao Yu smiled and straightened up, "You can tell just by looking at me."
They've been together almost every day for years, and everyone knows who has what skills. Qiao Yu doesn't have any skills, let alone Yang Yu. At least Xi Da can cook noodles.
Ling Chuan glanced at the kitchen, shook his head helplessly, leaned closer to Qiao Yu, and smoothed the hair that she had messed up from laughing with her head tilted back: "It must have been really hard on you."
As Ling Chuanye moved, Qiao Yu froze, her eyes fixed on Ling Chuanye's face as he drew closer.
Even the curve of his lips was clearly visible, and his warm breath rhythmically sprayed onto her forehead, tickling her.
In the instant Ling Chuan lowered his gaze, he caught a glimpse of Qiao Yu's ears turning bright red and her pink lips slightly pursed.
He stepped back slightly, a hint of a smile in his eyes: "What were you thinking about just now?"
Qiao Yu looked up and met his meaningful smile, her face immediately turning even redder. "No... I wasn't thinking anything."
As she was speaking, she tried to escape, but as soon as she stood up, someone reached out and pressed her back to her original position.
Ling Chuan leaned closer, and Qiao Yu hurriedly stepped back, but he reached out and pulled her back.
The two were almost nose to nose, their eyes locked, and every breath they exchanged felt hot and burning, making Qiao Yu's heart pound wildly.
Her eyelashes trembled like feathers, she bit her lips tightly, and her breathing became erratic.
"What...are you doing? There are other people here."
Because of her unsteady breathing, her words had a strong nasal tone, which sounded more like a coquettish plea to Ling Chuan.
Ling Chuan also raised his hand and pinched her chin, forcing her pink lips to open slightly so that she could breathe properly, but her shallow breathing made him feel a strange sensation.
Just like the first time he kissed her, she held her breath while being kissed, and was so breathless from the kiss that he finally let her go. She nestled in his arms, panting softly.
At that moment, he didn't want to let her go anymore.
The shouts coming from the kitchen abruptly interrupted their intertwined breathing. Qiao Yuhong slapped away Ling Chuan's equally hot hand, stood up, and jogged into the house.
Ling Chuan also curled his lips, mocking his own restlessness.
At the dining table, six people sat around, the induction cooker humming, and the bright red butter pot bubbling gently.
Ling Chuan also picked up the serving chopsticks, picked up a piece of tripe and dipped it in and out of the pot. The tempting red oil dripped into the pot, and he picked it up and put it into Qiao Yu's bowl.
A cacophony of voices filled the room.
"Wow……"
"Oh..."
Qiao Yu lowered her head and put the tripe coated with sesame seeds and minced garlic into her mouth, her ears turning red again.
Ling Chuan glanced at the group, especially Kimi, who was the loudest. He picked up a beef ball and put it in Kimi's bowl, saying, "Shut your mouth."
Yang Yu glanced at him, and the two started arguing again.
......
Xiao Zhu turned on the stereo, and melodious music filled the entire restaurant. Everyone raised their glasses to toast, and the ice cubes clinked against the sides of the glasses.
The night outside the window grew deeper, but the laughter and clinking of glasses inside never stopped.
It was almost midnight when Yang Yu, with a mischievous smile, pulled Xi Da away first, saying that she was leaving the two of them some alone time.
Kimi and Xiaozhu stayed behind to pack, while Lingchuan draped Qiaoyu's light jacket over her shoulders, saying, "I'll take you home."
Both of them were wearing black masks and walked into the elevator together.
Ling Chuan pressed the button for the first floor, and Qiao Yu asked in confusion, "Let's go to B1."
"We just finished eating, let's go for a walk."
It was already late at night, and there were few people in the neighborhood to begin with, so it was a rare opportunity to take a walk together.
Qiao Yu didn't say much. The two walked out of the building. The dimly lit path was covered with fallen petals, and occasionally the sound of cicadas could be heard.
The two walked side by side, the dim light casting long and fragmented shadows, their hands hanging close together at their sides.
The air was thick with heat in the humid summer night. After turning a corner, Ling Chuan reached out and took Qiao Yu's hand without hesitation.
Qiao Yu was stunned and slowed her pace by half a beat. When she looked up, she met Ling Chuan's gaze. His eyes were curved at the corners and looked very bright in the dim light.
When he turned back and pulled her to continue walking forward, Qiao Yu lowered her eyes, and their hands were clasped tightly together, warm to the touch.
This moment seemed to have been a very long time coming for her.
She once dreamed of holding his hand on the school track, on the way to the cafeteria, and on the way to the library.
Now, he really is holding her hand and taking her home.
Silence along the way was more powerful than anything else.
Back at Qiao Yu's house, they unlocked the door with their fingerprints. Xi Da suddenly appeared out of nowhere, glanced at Ling Chuan standing outside, and grinned at the two of them, saying, "Give me three seconds to get back to my room, I won't disturb you..."
After saying that, he ran away in a flash.
Qiao Yu: "..."
Ling Chuan also took off his mask, the smile on his lips still lingering, "Your little assistant is much more fun than mine."
He casually removed the mask from Qiao Yu's face, and the moment his fingertips touched her, Qiao Yu felt a strange electric current surge into her body.
One stood inside the door, the other outside. Their eyes met, and Qiao Yu stammered, "I...I'm home. You can go back now."
Ling Chuan leaned down slightly, a smile playing on his lips: "She's already back in her room, is Qiao Qiao still shy?"
Qiao Yu's face flushed instantly, "Ling Chuan too!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she was pulled into his arms by his strong arms. She heard the sound of a door closing, followed by the creaking sound of the fire door in the hallway next door opening.
The stairwell light, which had been dormant for a long time, was disturbed by the two people, lit up for a few seconds, and then went back to sleep.
In the dimly lit stairwell, only the sounds of their breathing rising and falling, and their heartbeats quickening, could be heard.
Qiao Yu's back was pressed tightly against the wall, which was cold, but the heat in her body made her crave this moment of coolness.
The back of her head was burned by his large hand, making her dizzy, and her waist was held captive by his burning hand.
Qiao Yu's breathing was unsteady: "Ling Chuan too..."
In the quiet corridor, even the slightest sound was exceptionally clear. His low, seductive chuckle came from above: "Qiao Qiao isn't shy, there's no one around now..."
His hot breath became heavy, brushing against her forehead and tickling her ear.
Qiao Yu looked up and was caught off guard by his pupils, which were so close to hers. His burning gaze slid down inch by inch and finally settled on a certain spot.
Her breathing became increasingly unsteady, her chest rising and falling slightly, and the air so close to her felt hot and ambiguous.
"you......"
The darkness before my eyes returned.
Ling Chuan lowered his head and brought his lips close to hers, but Qiao Yu blushed and turned her head away.
Hesitantly, he said, "Ling Chuan, you haven't asked me if I agree yet."
His warm breath brushed against her ear, his lips seemed to brush against her ear, and a seductive smile came again: "I wasn't planning on asking."
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