37 Pleasure
◎Qingqing, I've loved you for ten years, can you hear me?◎
Xue Lu actually had a misconception that he had caught a cold, otherwise why would his head feel so dizzy?
"Go sit in the bathtub, I'll go get the hairdryer." Song Qinggui gave the order before Xue Lu could answer.
"Go...to the bathtub...and sit down?" Xue Lu felt hot.
Song Qinggui was already fiddling with the hairdryer in the bathroom: "It's hard to clean up hair that's gotten into the living room."
“Oh,” Xue Lu replied sullenly.
Xue Lu sat obediently on the edge of the white bathtub, Song Qinggui's fingers roaming over Xue Lu's head. The hair dryer was being manipulated by Song Qinggui perfectly, with just the right temperature and airflow.
The sensation on Xue Lu's scalp was just as he had imagined. Song Qinggui had just returned from outside, and her fingertips were still slightly cool. The warm air from the hairdryer arrived at the spot where her fingertips had touched, both cool and warm gently, and Xue Lu felt a tingling sensation.
But what this tingling sensation awakened was not his already stirring desire, but rather a sense of satisfaction deep within him.
He suddenly felt happy.
He firmly believes that one of the concrete images of happiness is a wife drying her husband's wet hair.
Song Qinggui's fingers warmed up quickly, and soon Xue Lü's hair was also dried.
The buzzing of the hairdryer stopped. Xue Lu stood up and faced Song Qinggui. Just as Song Qinggui was about to turn around, Xue Lu spoke.
I want to kiss you.
Song Qinggui felt a tightness in her chest from the sudden flutter of her heart; she stopped moving, which meant she allowed it.
This time, Xue Lu did not indulge in pleasure. He only caressed Song Qinggui's lips for a while before letting go. Song Qinggui, on the other hand, was quite uncomfortable and felt a little unsatisfied.
Xue Lu didn't let her lingering reluctance pass by, and said with a gentle smile, "Don't be afraid, tonight will be long."
Song Qinggui had lived a life of unyielding integrity, but because of these words, his cheeks and ears turned red instantly.
She lowered her head and murmured, "Bragging..."
"What did you say?" Xue Lu didn't hear clearly.
"It's nothing." Song Qinggui quickly changed the subject: "Let's eat, I'm hungry."
...
Xue Lu lit candles and poured two glasses of red wine.
Song Qingju took out the cake she had bought for Xue Lu. She looked at the wine bottle; it was a Lehua Musini, even a regular vintage, and it was quite expensive. In comparison, her cake seemed rather insignificant.
Xue Lu recognized it: "The one near the university gate?"
"You've eaten it?" Song Qinggui asked in surprise.
This cake shop is located near the entrance of Lancheng University. It is run by an elderly couple who only make two kinds of cakes: seasonal fruit cake and salted cream cake. There are no fancy techniques, but the ingredients are of high quality, the taste is excellent, and the prices are reasonable, so it is very popular among young people.
“I had a friend in college who really loved sweets. Whenever he craved a cake, he would buy one from this shop, but he couldn’t finish one himself, so he would give it to us roommates.” Xue Lu replied, “It’s been a long time since I’ve had one, and I really miss it.”
Song Qinggui then took out a small satin gift box and handed it to Xue Lu: "That... isn't very expensive, but I made it myself at a craft shop. It's just a small token of my appreciation."
Xue Lu took the box and opened it with great anticipation. Inside were a pair of lotus-shaped cufflinks, carved from obsidian and adorned with pearl stamens.
"You made this yourself? Black Lotus?" Xue Lu's eyes were full of admiration, but he teased Song Qinggui, "Isn't that a popular internet term for someone who's scheming? Is that how you think I am?"
“Yes, that’s right.” Song Qinggui replied seriously, “He seems very shrewd and aggressive, but he is actually a very gentle person.”
At this point, Song Qinggui paused, then said softly, "Lawyer Xue, happy birthday."
Xue Lu paused for a moment, then said sincerely, "Song Qinggui, you should eat your food."
"Um?"
Do you even know how much I'm suffering...?
Song Qinggui realized what he was talking about and quickly sat down at the table: "Eat...eat."
Song Qinggui ate her meal at a leisurely pace, leading Xue Lu to reasonably suspect that she was stalling for time.
When he watched Song Qinggui chew a piece of preserved plum pork rib seventeen times before swallowing it, he laughed in anger: "Song Qinggui, what good would it do you to suffocate me?"
Song Qinggui blushed and quickly ate a couple of mouthfuls of rice.
A candlelight dinner took a full hour and forty-five minutes, which was truly an arduous and demanding experience.
Song Qinggui finished eating the cake, but a small piece of cream remained on the corner of her mouth. She was completely unaware of it, but Xue Lu had a sudden thought.
He got up, kissed the corner of her lips, and sucked the cream into his own mouth.
Song Qinggui's body became stiff, completely devoid of the tender and affectionate feeling she had during the previous "class".
Xue Lu could certainly sense it. He was initially somewhat dejected, but then rationally said, "Qing Gui, if you're unwilling, we can..."
“I do,” Song Qinggui said somewhat urgently. “Lawyer Xue, I do. I just…”
Song Qinggui didn't say what it was, only saying, "I'm going to take a bath."
Xue Lu tidied up the dining table and sat quietly on the sofa waiting for her.
After sitting for a while, I felt uncomfortable, so I stood up again.
When Song Qinggui came out, Xue Lu's WeChat step count at home had already surpassed the number he had recorded during the company's team-building hike last time.
Song Qinggui's hair was already half-dry.
A black velvet bathrobe wrapped around her, revealing her fair neck, collarbone, and straight calves.
As Xue Lu stood face to face with her, he suddenly felt his breathing become uncontrollably rapid.
His reason and willpower had reached their limit, and his body began to move toward Song Qinggui against his will.
"I……"
Before Song Qinggui could say anything, Xue Lu picked him up and carried him towards the bedroom.
The quilt on Xue Lu's bed was newly changed; it was thick and soft, and smelled of laundry detergent and sunshine.
Song Qinggui was gently placed on Xue Lu's lap, and before she could even settle in, Xue Lu's kiss was upon her.
She could only barely withstand his passion by supporting herself with her hands behind her back.
This kiss was different from the previous gentle ones. Xue Lu revealed his wildness as a man at this moment, and Song Qinggui could not resist it, so she let out a soft moan.
When Xue Lu released her, Song Qinggui was panting heavily, already feeling dizzy.
Xue Lu took Song Qinggui's hand and placed it on the belt of his bathrobe.
"Song Qinggui, today is your last chance." Xue Lu took a deep breath: "If you are unwilling, I can continue to wait."
"I'm willing." For some reason, Song Qinggui's nose felt a little sore, and her eyes and face were red. "I'm just... a little scared..."
"What are you afraid of?" Xue Lu asked.
Yeah, what's there to be afraid of?
Song Qinggui couldn't explain what he was afraid of either.
But this fear was so real inside her that it made her want to cry.
Xue Lu, unusually, ignored her vulnerability and looked at her solemnly, his tone so firm it was as if he were declaring war: "If you're willing, then untie it."
Song Qinggui suddenly raised her eyes. She was already feeling anxious and aggrieved, and upon hearing these words, shyness filled her chest, making her feel even more suffocated.
"Song Qinggui, with your attitude, how can you say you're willing?" Xue Lu's eyes were also a little red.
But the next moment, Song Qinggui's hand moved, and Xue Lu's picturesque muscle lines rushed towards him, along with the heat emanating from Xue Lu's body.
Song Qinggui instinctively lowered his head, and just then he saw Xue Lu's...
Even though she had no experience, she knew that Xue Lu was definitely not wearing a regular style.
So when he asked her that day, "What are your requirements for clothing?" he wasn't joking; he really went and bought her some...
Song Qinggui couldn't take it anymore. She covered her face with her hands, trying to extinguish the fire burning on her cheeks.
Xue Lu knelt on the bed and approached her, grabbing her wrists with both hands and making her hands down from her face.
Xue Lu brought his face close to hers and stared into her eyes.
"I know what you're afraid of," Xue Lu said. "Song Qinggui, listen carefully. What I'm about to say will stand the test of time. First, I won't let you suffer; I'll definitely make you comfortable. Do you hear me?"
Song Qinggui's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest.
"Speak! Did you hear me?" Xue Lu asked forcefully.
"I heard you," Song Qinggui replied, forcing himself to stay calm.
"The second sentence," Xue Lu continued, "I, Xue Lu, will never betray you in my life. Did you hear that?"
"I...I heard it."
"One last sentence." Xue Lu's voice suddenly softened: "Song Qinggui, I love you, I really love you, I've loved you for ten years. Can you hear me...?"
Song Qinggui did not answer this time.
With tears streaming down her face, she looked up and kissed his lips, wrapped her arms around his waist, and then awkwardly yet bravely explored his body.
She was no longer afraid, and he no longer held back. At the moment of their open and honest encounter, Song Qinggui still couldn't help but shrink back, but under his patient guidance, she quickly felt pleasure.
...
Xue Lu wasn't exaggerating; the night really was long. By the latter half, Song Qinggui's legs were trembling.
She even wanted to beg for mercy, but when Xue Lu said with a sob in his voice, "What's wrong with me? Why didn't you choose me back then, Qingqing? You're not being fair to me," Song Qinggui gave up some of her principles.
Tonight, she wanted to make Xue Lu enjoy himself more than herself.
When the storm subsided, Song Qinggui lay sprawled on the bed, her temples damp with sweat. She gasped for breath of fresh air, and when she turned her head, she saw a large stain on the sheets. Recalling how she had completely lost control during their lovemaking, Song Qinggui wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.
She pulled the blanket over her head, but Xue Lu struggled with her for it. In the end, Song Qinggui's head was exposed.
Xue Lu's desires, which he had suppressed for ten years, were finally satisfied tonight, and his gaze toward Song Qinggui was filled with tenderness.
“When a man and a woman are in love, this is the happiest moment.” Xue Lu gently stroked Song Qinggui’s face, his eyes filled with tenderness. “I like you like this. Your happiness is the best reward for me tonight.”
Song Qinggui's heart hadn't been beating normally all night, and hearing this only made him more helpless: "Lawyer Xue, you really are..."
Her heart was still pounding when Xue Lu picked her up again.
"What are you doing..."
"Take a shower." Xue Lu was amused by her "I really can't take it anymore" look and explained, "It's so uncomfortable to sleep without showering."
Song Qinggui: "Together?!"
Xue Lu's smile remained unchanged: "Is it not allowed?"
In the bathtub, Song Qinggui leaned against Xue Lu's chest. The comfortable water temperature and the warmth of Xue Lu's embrace quickly made her sleepy.
In her dazed state, Xue Lu's kiss landed on her ear: "For the past ten years, whether you loved me or not has not mattered. But Qingqing, for the rest of your life, you must love me as much as I love you."
"I heard it." Song Qinggui answered with the last of his consciousness that night: "I heard that too."
[Author's Note]
A humble author, casting a spell online: Please, Jinjiang censors, don't lock my account, please don't lock my account, please don't lock my account, please!
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