36. Coax her
◎“The gentlest tone”◎
"What's wrong?" Qi Yanzhou held her fingers and looked up at her.
"You're just jealous!" She gripped his shoulders tightly. "You even lied to me and said it was okay!"
"Why would I be jealous?" He rested his face against her chest. "Nothing."
"But—um~" She showed a slight hint of relaxation, but was immediately jolted back into silence. The room was filled with her dissatisfied and helpless voice.
The dim yellow wall cast the silhouettes of two people embracing, their upright figures swaying with the movement of their waists, reflecting a faint glow under the light.
His direct gaze made her feel embarrassed, so she hugged his neck.
He squeezed the muscles in his waist and abdomen hard.
He paused abruptly, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.
Who are you trying to crush to death?
She didn't want to crush anyone to death, but she felt she was going to die, so she had to threaten, "Brother, if this continues, your legs will become like the bedsheets too."
“It already is.” He pressed on her waist, completely unaffected by external factors.
She was unwilling to be manipulated by him any longer and secretly began to compete with him.
In the end, it was she who suffered the most from doing this.
He was completely infatuated, his long, slender, pale fingers gripping her waist tightly, the veins on his strong, powerful arms bulging.
She clung tightly to his neck, initially trying to say some nice things to coax him to let her off the hook. However, aside from his sweet words, he paid no attention to her at all and even carried her outside.
"What are you going to do?" Song Chiyu asked in a panic.
He didn't answer, and simply put her down on the dining table.
The bright light from the dining table shone on her head, clearly illuminating his eyebrows, eyes, and chest muscles. Song Chiyu felt that he probably saw her the same way, and embarrassedly shielded herself from view. However, he simply lifted her drooping leg and placed it against his waist.
Through the floor-to-ceiling window opposite, Song Chiyu watched his back as he hugged her.
She has the best figure.
"The dining table too." He suddenly asked in her ear, "Is it... like that, Miss Song?"
Song Chiyu felt that he was being mocked again.
She pinched his waist in retaliation.
She didn't just have a little... but a tremendous... desire for him to devour her whole. Even knowing he was mocking her, she couldn't help but throw herself into his arms, wanting more.
He leaned on the table next to him with one hand and took off the clothes he had just put on.
Before Song Chiyu could raise any questions, he silenced her with a kiss, saying, "I'll put it on in a bit."
He must be insane.
But his eyes and brows remained gentle, leaving no room for criticism. Song Chiyu was lifted from the table and placed face down on the chair beside her.
She bit the back of the chair in front of her with a dark and complicated expression, feeling that she wouldn't be able to look at this table for a long time.
"It's almost over, Miss Song," he said considerately, as if he had finally granted her wish. But she had already lost all face, so whether it was over or not was no longer of much significance.
She had no strength left to lean against the back of the chair in front of her, but he still had the mind to bend down, pull her head into his arms, and kiss her.
She let out a defiant sob.
He kissed her even more fiercely, and when he saw that she was too exhausted to catch her breath, he reluctantly let her go by biting her lips and retreated.
Just as Song Chiyu was about to accuse him, she turned around and saw her own back as she knelt on top of him.
Slim waist and thin back.
If he made even the slightest mistake, he would get another beating. So he obediently kept his mouth shut.
He hastily tidied up the mess on the floor, then turned back to hug her. His broad, pale hand landed naturally in front of her. "Do you want me to wash with you, or do you want to wash by yourself?"
Song Chiyu didn't dare to move. "I can do it myself."
"Okay." He took her slippers, placed them beside her feet, and left.
Her legs went weak and she leaned against the wall.
He said he wouldn't care, but he completely went crazy later on! If it weren't for his deep-seated reverence for rules, who knows what other outrageous things he would have done! But his considerate and gentle demeanor made her feel that she was judging him by her own petty standards.
She came out wrapped in a bath towel, and he was already standing by the window smoking, wearing a bathrobe. Hearing her come out, he naturally extinguished his cigarette. "Finished showering?"
Song Chiyu nodded.
He walked towards the bedroom and said, "I'm going to sleep now."
Back in the bedroom, she found the wet sheets had already been changed. Embarrassed, she cupped her face in her hands, picked up her pajamas, and changed back into them.
He quickly took a shower and changed into his previous pajamas.
The gentle tone betrayed no emotion: "Did I turn off the lights?"
"Mmm." She replied, covering her face with the sheet, looking ashamed to see him, but the moment he lay down, she snuggled into his arms.
He stroked her hair that was draped over her shoulders: "What's wrong?"
“It’s nothing,” she replied softly, “I just wanted to hug you.”
He suddenly laughed, his hand moving down her back and waist to her buttocks, and kissed her again.
Song Chiyu thought he had misunderstood, "I didn't mean it..."
"I know, it's just a kiss." He pressed his other hand against the hair behind her head, completely trapping her in his arms.
Her body had become familiar with him without her even realizing it.
A natural and spontaneous response.
Qi Yanzhou had always known this was a shortcut, a form of cheating in love. He used to scoff at it, but now he was completely smitten. It didn't matter that she hadn't fully accepted him emotionally; he had ways to deceive her mind.
He didn't care what Xie Yunjin had once possessed; now he had everything about her.
Just thinking about it stirred a surge of emotion within him, and he rose to kiss her lips, with a hint of wanting to do it again.
Song Chiyu pressed hard against his chest: "How many bed sheets do you have at home to change?"
"Are you so sure this sheet will get wet too?" He laughed, leaning close to her ear. "It seems pretty good, doesn't it, Miss Song?"
"Don't call me Miss Song," she said, displeased.
But he seemed to be deliberately provoking her: "What's wrong, Miss Song?"
"Clearly..." After doing such intimate things, how can you still use such a distant form of address: "Am I still just Miss Song to you?"
He did not answer.
She immediately became angry, "Answer me!"
"Not really, it's just that I don't know how much I mean to you," he gently pulled her face close, "would you mind if I called you 'wife'?"
She fell silent immediately.
He wasn't angry. "I know you just like me a little, and calling me that too affectionately would feel a bit inappropriate and make you uncomfortable."
Song Chiyu was still dissatisfied, "When I told you to stop just now, you didn't seem to feel offended."
Qi Yanzhou couldn't help but laugh.
Song Chiyu was even more annoyed: "Don't think I don't know you're angry, otherwise..."
How could you do something so crazy?
Why would I be angry?
“You’re jealous of… Xie Yunjin.” Song Chiyu observed his expression by the light coming in from the window.
"Why would I be jealous of him?" he asked with a smile.
"How am I supposed to know what you're jealous of?" She was also baffled: "I clearly explained to you that it wasn't what you think."
"What do you mean?" It was too dark for her to notice that after Xie Yunjin was mentioned, his eyes had been fixed on her without blinking, and there was no smile in his eyes at all. He was ostensibly asking her a question, but after asking that question, he pulled her head back and kissed her lips.
Song Chiyu only noticed the gentleness in his words and didn't sense anything unusual.
It wasn't until he grabbed the back of her neck, pressed her against the pillow, and kissed her so hard she couldn't breathe that she realized something was wrong. But it was too late; the clothes she had just changed into were silently removed once again.
Song Chiyu was both flustered and ashamed.
Desiring the newly changed sheets, she pushed him away with both hands and feet: "Teacher Qi, no. If these sheets get dirty again—"
"Let's change to another one." He sat up and listened quietly for a while. Seeing that she wasn't unwilling, but was just worried about something insignificant, he pressed down on the back of her neck and kissed her again.
The heating in the room became exceptionally hot.
The darkness was filled with her moans and groans.
"Brother~"
He did not respond.
Song Chiyu vaguely sensed that he didn't quite like it: "Master Qi~"
He gave a reluctant reply.
"Teacher Qi~"
As soon as she finished speaking, she was severely punished and immediately let out a soft cry.
"You, a teacher, don't like being called Old Qi—hmm!"
The fact that they are still in the mood to talk clearly indicates that the intensity is not yet sufficient.
He maintained a calm and collected demeanor throughout, yet he relentlessly pushed her through round after round. Song Chiyu finally had to beg for mercy, tentatively calling out, "Husband~"
This time he got his due reward quickly.
"kindness?"
"I have to go to work tomorrow."
She went to that awful class where she went to see her ex-boyfriend—
His eyelids drooped slightly. "Yes, I know."
So that's all for today.
"Okay, this is it."
However, what he said at this point was completely different from what she understood as "this is the end."
She clung tightly to his shoulders and let out another satisfied whimper.
It was 1 a.m. when she finished showering again and slept on the freshly changed sheets.
But she wasn't too unhappy, because she was very satisfied with the whole process, so she didn't complain that he had affected her sleep time. She even said with a touch of gentle coquetry, "Good night, Teacher Qi."
He was aware of the slightest change in her emotions, but he didn't reveal anything.
He gently raised the corners of his lips, put his arm around her waist, and pressed his face against her shoulder and back: "Goodnight."
**
When Song Chiyu went to work, she was noticeably listless.
Other colleagues teased her, telling her not to be too intense at night, but while they were just joking, Song Chiyu genuinely believed it.
Teacher Qi is amazing.
It's not like he has the physical strength he should have at his age.
Because she woke up twenty minutes later than usual this morning, and it took her a lot of effort to get out of bed, Qi Yanzhou still had the mood to make breakfast. She tidied up the living room and washbasin, which were originally a mess, and made them neat and tidy, as if she were still the gentle and refined Teacher Qi. If it weren't for the freshly dried sheets still smelling of laundry detergent, she would have thought that everything yesterday was just a dream.
Song Chiyu struggled to keep her eyelids open, and said with complete agreement, "Right?"
Her colleagues, however, assumed she was joking and didn't take it seriously. Later that afternoon, she received a message from Qi Yanzhou: "What are we having for dinner tonight?"
"I'm going home tonight. My mom said she misses me," Song Chiyu said without blinking.
Qi Yanzhou: "?"
Song Chiyu didn't know what the question mark meant, but he didn't continue, simply saying, "Okay."
Immediately afterwards, she received a call from Li Li.
"Weren't we going to your and Yanzhou's place for dinner tonight? You said you were coming back for dinner again?"
“Teacher Qi had to go out of town again due to some urgent business, so I’m coming back to stay today. I’ll be scared to stay at his place alone.”
After dealing with Li Li, Song Chiyu continued to send messages to Qi Yanzhou.
He did not reply.
Song Chiyu couldn't hold back any longer and hesitated before saying, "Teacher Qi, I think we should still exercise restraint."
He first responded to his previous message, then continued, "Okay, do you think I went a bit too far?"
It's over.
yes……
"That's amazing!" Song Chiyu replied seriously, then pretended to be very busy looking around.
"Understood, get some rest."
After gaining his understanding, Song Chiyu put down her phone and discussed the skills competition with He Zhu. The two found old videos and discovered that it was a three-day competition with thousands of people competing on stage simultaneously in Beijing.
Besides them, there are other people from the restoration department in the hospital.
He Zhu suggested finding others to talk with, but as soon as she went out, she ran into Xie Yunjin coming down the corridor. Song Chiyu immediately turned around and walked in the opposite direction.
"Song Song," Xie Yunjin greeted her.
He Zhu got goosebumps and couldn't help but repeat, "Song Song~"
Song Chiyu quickly nudged her with her elbow, signaling her to stop watching the commotion.
"I heard you're going to participate in a cultural relic restoration competition?" Xie Yunjin walked up to her. "Is there anything I can help you with? I think I know all the judges for this competition."
Song Chiyu never wanted to owe anyone a favor.
He quickly waved his hand: "No need, Zhuzhu and I are strong enough."
"Okay. You went home so late yesterday, your husband didn't say anything, did he?" Xie Yunjin asked with concern.
"What?" He Zhu was startled, obviously thinking that she and Xie Yunjin had gone somewhere else, which was why she was late getting home.
"We just chatted for a bit in the hallway, it wasn't very late." Song Chiyu explained, word by word, afraid that He Zhu hadn't heard her clearly. "My husband isn't that petty, so naturally he wouldn't say anything."
"That's good," he said, looking concerned for her. "I'll be going now. Just let me know if you need any help."
"Teacher Xie seems to care about you quite a bit," He Zhu whispered gossipingly in her ear.
“I have a husband, why do I need his concern?” Song Chiyu felt that Xie Yunjin was just there to cause her trouble. “Anyway, I’ll have to stay away from him in the future. I feel like he’s a bit of a jinx to me.”
The moment the character “克” appears, its nature becomes completely different.
He Zhu, who had initially felt pity, instantly hardened her stance upon hearing this: "I understand. From now on, whenever I run into him, I'll say you weren't here."
When Song Chiyu got home from get off work, Li Li was still talking about what she had said on the phone that afternoon.
She let it go in one ear and out the other. Seeing that the food wouldn't be ready for a while, she went into the bathroom to take a shower first. Her slender figure was reflected in the mirror, and faint red marks were still visible on her fair skin.
Memories of last night flooded back.
A faint blush rose to her cheeks.
How could I... let her get the sheets all wet?
How come someone who's usually so easy to talk to... wouldn't listen to me on that matter? They used to be so tolerant.
If she can't figure it out, she'll stop thinking about it.
She tied her hair up, gave herself a quick rinse, and went out. As she sat at the dining table eating in her pajamas, Qi Yanzhou suddenly arrived.
Song Chiyu paused abruptly as she picked up some food with her chopsticks.
She stared straight at him.
He still had that same refined and elegant demeanor, wearing a black crewneck sweatshirt with the top two buttons undone, revealing a white turtleneck underneath, paired with loose-fitting, straight-leg casual pants. He looked refreshing and energetic, not at all like someone in their thirties, exuding a subtle, mature masculinity.
Old Song and Li Li were completely unaware of the seriousness of the situation and immediately offered him their seats, saying, "Didn't you have to go out of town for some urgent business?"
"Yes, it's canceled again." He answered fluently, glancing at her indifferently, without any intention of exposing her.
Neither Li Li nor Lao Song suspected anything.
Song Chiyu ate his meal without any flavor, and although he didn't show it on his face, it made people uneasy. After the meal, Song Chiyu returned to his bedroom, took out the ancient book he had prepared for practice, sat down at his desk, and asked, "Teacher Qi, is there something you need?"
Yesterday, I wouldn't let him call her Miss Song.
Now they're calling him Teacher Qi again.
He sat down at the foot of the bed without saying a word: "May I stay here tonight?"
She was about to deny it immediately, but he didn't give her a chance to say yes, and added calmly, "I won't."
Song Chiyu hesitated.
She slowly turned around and accused, "You said you wouldn't do it. My house doesn't have room for you to hang so many sheets to dry."
“I’m sorry,” he gently stroked her hair from behind, “I thought you would be happy.”
“I’m happy,” she said abruptly, turning around, then slowly turning back, as if remembering something. “But… being too happy can lead to a loss of control…”
"I understand, I'm sorry."
"You don't need to keep saying sorry. Next time I tell you to stop, just stop."
He didn't answer, but his gentle gaze automatically made her accept the answer.
"I'm going to be busy with work for a while. If you're bored, you can come to the living room and watch TV with my dad, or go for a walk with them."
"What are you busy with?" He leaned closer to her.
Song Chiyu answered truthfully.
“Okay,” he replied casually, “may I watch the restoration of the ancient books for a while?”
"It's possible, but I'm worried you'll get bored."
"I'll go out by myself if I get bored, I won't bother you."
Qi Yanzhou stood beside her, bent over. Song Chiyu smelled the familiar woody scent on him. "Go outside and get a chair to sit on."
"It's okay, I'll stand for a while."
“But I feel pressured when you stand here,” Song Chiyu said, looking up.
"Do you feel pressured by me standing here, or by me looking at you like this?"
"Watch."
"Will it all disappear once I sit down?"
Song Chiyu wasn't sure either, "There probably aren't any left."
"Would you mind if I held you for a while?"
"Teacher Qi—" Song Chiyu immediately started to imagine all sorts of things, but the blankness and tenderness on his face made her quickly realize that she had misunderstood. "How can I...work while you're holding me?"
"do you mind?"
"I don't mind, but—" I wonder if it's inconvenient for her to work like this?
"If you feel it's inconvenient for your work, just let me know."
Song Chiyu had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He got up to offer his seat without thinking, and after Song Chiyu sat down, he turned his back to him and sat down on his lap.
She sensed something was wrong as soon as she sat down, and as she leaned on the desk to get up, his face passed over her shoulder, examining her desk: "What kind of disease has this ancient book encountered?"
"Insects, insects have eaten it up."
"How do you fix this?" he asked earnestly.
Song Chiyu didn't believe he didn't know, and turned to look at him.
He meant no harm to her, and leaned back, but the way he sat was so conspicuous that it was hard for her not to notice.
"Teacher Qi, why don't you go outside and watch TV? I can't concentrate if you're like this."
"Then I won't talk to you anymore, you can fix it." He leaned back in his chair, sitting upright and ramrod straight, without even touching her with his coat.
Song Chiyu felt something was wrong, "I'm really not doing it today."
A look of confusion crossed his handsome face as he innocently raised his hand, which had been hanging by his side. It seemed she had really been overthinking things; she silently straightened up and moved slightly closer to his knees.
This ancient book is really tattered.
She carefully used tweezers to remove the content that didn't belong on that page and gently unfolded the tube. Usually, her mind would naturally calm down as soon as she started working. But today, she just couldn't concentrate no matter what.
She resisted the urge to rub against him, saying, "Teacher Qi, you should go outside."
He was watching intently when she stopped again, looking puzzled: "What's wrong?"
"I can't calm down."
“Excuse me,” he said, seemingly thinking his breathing was bothering her, as he lifted his face from behind her ear. “This is a handwritten copy from the late Qing Dynasty, isn’t it?”
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