66. Still fresh in my memory
◎“I spied on her several times in places where no one knew.”◎
Qi Yanzhou looked her up and down at the slippers on the windowsill, and slightly raised the corners of his lips: "Hmm."
Song Chiyu was even more embarrassed. She grabbed the window frame and prepared to jump down, but he naturally took her hand and lifted her down.
"Thank you," Song Chiyu said, barely managing to stand up before eagerly wriggling out of his arms. "It's late, I'm going back to sleep now."
Qi Yanzhou followed behind calmly.
Watching her hurried departure, the smile on his lips deepened.
Back in their room, neither of them mentioned the incident.
Song Chiyu, who had initially harbored inappropriate thoughts about him, was now awkwardly at a loss for how to face him. What had just happened was probably not what he wanted her to see, but not only had she seen it, she had also presumptuously said so many things she shouldn't have in front of his brother.
She remained motionless with her back to him.
Qi Yanzhou naturally put his arm around her waist. "Relax, I wasn't thinking about anything. Go to sleep."
Song Chiyu could sense his weariness, and her slender white fingers unconsciously pinched and played with the fingers on his waist.
He couldn't help but sit up and kiss her on the lips.
The fingers that were wrapped around her waist unconsciously went beyond the hem of her pajamas, extending towards her collarbone and kneading it.
"Let me sleep for a while," he explained softly, burying his face in her neck.
Song Chiyu wanted to say something more, but found that he had already fallen asleep.
She had been sleeping too much lately and thought she wouldn't be able to sleep, but because of his return, she smelled his familiar scent and unknowingly drifted off to sleep.
The next day, she was awakened by the light coming in through the window, but when she picked up her phone, it was almost eight o'clock.
She turned over, ready to go back to sleep, but the man lying next to her woke up. "What time is it?"
It's eight o'clock.
"Do you still want to sleep?" he asked sleepily.
"kindness.
"Then sleep a little longer." He put his arm around the back of her head and pressed her against his chest.
He was clearly exhausted; he fell asleep again almost immediately after saying those words.
Song Chiyu stared at the unusually dark color under his eyes, wondering what kind of life he had been living to be so sleep-deprived.
But it's good that you're back.
Song Chiyu draped her legs over his waist, found a comfortable position in his arms, and then closed her eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, it was eleven o'clock.
According to the rules set by Aunt Ning, everyone should get up at seven o'clock. Even if there is nothing important, they should still attend the morning prayers in the Buddhist hall. Song Chiyu peeked through the crack in the window and saw Yinghong finish her class twice. Out of curiosity, she asked her twice and learned about Yinghong's daily routine and work. She felt that even finding a job outside wouldn't be this hard.
At this hour today, no one is urging her and Qi Yanzhou.
She felt uneasy, because this was not like Aunt Ning's usual style. Just as she was about to get up to check, she suddenly felt a broad palm pressing down on her lower back.
"Where to?" Qi Yanzhou's voice still carried a lingering drowsiness.
"I..." Song Chiyu suddenly felt something pressing down between her raised thighs, and unconsciously pursed her lips and closed her mouth.
"Huh?" He was still asleep and didn't notice her unusual behavior.
She tried to lower her leg from his waist, saying, "I'll go out and see what the others are doing."
He pulled her legs closer, pressing them even more firmly against her, saying, "Don't worry about it."
"But……"
It's broad daylight.
It'll be lunchtime if we go any later, we can't just...
Qi Yanzhou noticed her embarrassment but didn't take it to heart, saying, "It's a natural reaction, don't worry about it."
That's what they say.
But after a while, she didn't feel any signs of it subsiding; instead, she became even more abrupt and reckless.
Song Chiyu grabbed his arm, her ears red, and dared not look at him.
A delicate and gentle look appeared on her originally pretty face.
He remembered the first time he saw her, on a rain-soaked cobblestone path, when the shawl that had slipped off her shoulders caught on the sole of her stiletto heels.
At that time, he had no feelings for her. He just happened to be walking behind her and bent down to help her. She didn't even look at him. She bent down on her own, covered the diagonal opening of her cheongsam, and took off her shawl from her heel with one hand.
Sensing his kindness, she smiled gently and aloofly, and continued walking forward.
Aloof and independent.
Only a faint, sweet fragrance of orchids remained.
When she entered the private room, the muddy shawl on her shoulders had been removed, and her legs, naturally crossed and slightly bent, were clad in a cheongsam. Every smile and gesture exuded a graceful and radiant beauty.
He unconsciously kept glancing at her.
Even his old friend sitting across from him noticed his unusual behavior and started teasing him. When he learned that she was there to meet the man's parents and prepare for the wedding, he felt a momentary sense of disappointment, but he quickly calmed himself down and stopped placing any unwarranted expectations on her.
After leaving the restaurant, his friend offered to take him home, but he inexplicably wanted to get out of the car and walk around. About a kilometer from the subway station, he asked his friend to drop him off.
He walked alone in the brightly lit city of Beijing, surrounded by towering buildings that emitted a cold and distant light. A cool evening breeze gently brushed past him, and a thought unconsciously surfaced in his mind: She's getting married.
But that's all there is to it.
He himself found it absurd. He actually felt such regret for a woman he had only met once.
By the time he reached the subway station, he had already expertly put the matter out of his mind.
I will no longer allow myself to be consumed by these emotions.
However, the next second, her slender and straight figure was reflected in the screen door next to her. Her makeup was a little smudged, but it still did not affect her beauty. However, compared to before, her energy seemed to have been drained, and she exuded a faint fatigue.
By then, the rush hour had passed.
There weren't many people left in the subway station. His eyes followed her back as they stepped into the same carriage through another door.
There were seats in the carriage, but she didn't sit down. She absentmindedly held onto the handrail, lost in thought.
He figured she must have broken up with her boyfriend.
Otherwise, what could possibly have caused her to be so distraught on the day she decided to get married?
His gaze kept drifting towards her.
She was unaware that she had been drawn to the two middle-aged and elderly men in front of her. The middle-aged man was boasting about the antique he had in his hand, while the elderly man looked very interested.
That antique looks fake.
But this industry has its rules; even if you know it's fake, you can't expose it. Qi Yanzhou has seen this kind of thing many times; he can basically tell at a glance whether a deal will go through.
But she kept staring at him.
His gaze unconsciously followed the direction.
The middle-aged man, almost certain of success, nodded to Song Chiyu: "Young lady, aren't the things here good?"
If it were any other young girl, she would have just laughed it off after being teased like that. But she didn't. She stared blankly at the thing in his hand and said, "Uncle, this thing of yours is nice, but I think the frozen fish in the old man's hand looks more like an antique."
The old man had strings of beads in his hands, and he was also playing with walnuts in one hand.
Hearing Song Chiyu mention the frozen goods in his pocket, he exclaimed, "Oh my, you have good taste! This big squid, three pieces! This cow skull, four pieces! This big fish, eight pieces! When it comes to quality, I've never been wrong. Look at this porcelain piece, he asked for thirty thousand, but I bargained it down to one hundred and fifty. Isn't that a steal!"
Unfortunately, the old man didn't understand her hint.
She didn't say anything more and got off the train when she reached her destination.
Qi Yanzhou was amused by her words, but as he watched her leave, he felt an unprecedented sense of desolation. It was as if, having missed this person, all the joy that could bring him a smile would come to an end.
There will never be another moment in his life that makes him feel so excited.
Ever since he learned to hide his emotions, he has become accustomed to this uneventful life.
Nothing can disturb him, nothing can affect him; all things in the world are but a drop in the ocean.
But at this moment, he deeply felt the vibrancy of life.
Time, which seemed to him to be almost still, began to fly by. He spent a whole stop deciding that he wanted to keep her here, even if it was just to get her contact information.
Although it wasn't a good time to ask her this, he didn't have much time to hesitate.
But when he rushed back to the platform where she had left, he never saw her again.
He met her again three years later.
Time, once frozen in time, began to flow again. The beautiful woman who had once silently rejected his kindness was now holding his arm, displaying a shyness completely different from before.
How can time be meaningless?
An indescribable sense of satisfaction welled up within him, a feeling of happiness overflowing. He pulled her close, lowered his head, and kissed her neck. "Are you hungry?"
It has no beginning and no end.
Song Chiyu didn't know why he brought this up, and a look of confusion appeared on her face.
"fine."
"Then let's make it before we eat."
He was truly tempted; he lifted her chin and kissed her, his lips parting slightly.
Song Chiyu's legs, which had been draped over his feet, were now forcefully clamped around his waist. She protested, covering his lips to avoid him, "Let's talk about it tonight, it's the middle of the day..."
Everyone else is eating, and she and he... what kind of scene is this?
“But darling,” his hand skillfully slipped over her waist and reached down to her lower abdomen, “…this doesn’t seem like something we can wait until tonight to talk about.”
She bit her lip and clung to his shoulder.
Her voice trembled slightly, "No means no."
But his fingers had already made her lips and teeth tremble.
He understood her better than she understood herself.
She let out an uncontrollable sob, abruptly pulling her knees together to stop his seduction.
She pinched him hard with her fingers, then turned on him without warning, saying, "I'm hungry."
Qi Yanzhou: "..."
His handsome, aloof face was filled with a knowing, helpless tenderness.
She knew what he wanted to say, and raised her hand to cover his lips, "No."
He smelled the sweet fragrance of orchids on her body and closed his eyes resignedly.
She took the opportunity to push him away and walked towards the bathroom, completely ignoring him. She peeked out through the crack in the door and said, "You can come out by yourself, I won't mind."
He held her hand against the crack in the door and entered the bathroom, saying, "Come on in."
"How can I..." She didn't know how.
"If... you don't come out, I'm going to make things difficult for you." He smiled and patted her waist gently, as if to negotiate.
He raised an eyebrow, as if wanting to show her whether he dared to do it.
Song Chiyu didn't dare to really provoke him, so she closed the bathroom door and used the sound of water in the bathroom as a cover, "You... don't stay too long."
He knew he was lying to her, so he closed his eyes perfunctorily, walked to the shower, and nodded.
Song Chiyu stared at her palm and nervously licked her lips.
This is truly the first time.
Perhaps it was because they were getting to know each other better, but he became increasingly unrestrained in his words and actions. She pressed herself against him, clearly feeling the warmth passing over his hand and the skin of his abdomen, which seemed to brush against her skin almost imperceptibly.
It's really good...
It even makes her look beautiful.
She bit her lip, nervously tucking her knees together, and a thought inexplicably popped into her head; she swallowed hard.
Squat down.
I want to eat it.
He sensed the movement in front of him, opened his eyes, saw the top of her head, and immediately realized what she was about to do. He lifted her face to stop her: "What are you doing?"
She ignored him and brushed his fingers aside.
His fingers, hanging at his sides, tightened.
He was even more unwilling than she was.
They felt this was trampling on her.
But she didn't feel that way. She looked up at me with a pitiful expression and said, "I think you should let me...."
Qi Yanzhou didn't know how she could say such... things with such an innocent face.
His Adam's apple moved slightly.
No more words were spoken.
At first he was able to control himself, but then he found himself holding the back of her head, his neck covered in fine beads of sweat.
Then, he lifted her up and pressed her against the wall, his hands resting on her legs.
He held her tightly for a long time, unwilling to let go.
He stared at her red lips and raised an eyebrow meaningfully: "You've gotten quite capable."
In this whole affair, he had always been the more self-controlled one, but today she made him lose control.
Song Chiyu naturally had a chance to tease him, and with a frown on her face, she pretended to be serious and said, "He's clearly... dead, yet he's still unhappy here."
Qi Yanzhou knew he was in the wrong, and said, "I'm sorry."
"It looks so pretty, and it tastes so good too..." She persisted, licking her lips mysteriously, just as she was about to tease him further, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Amid her dissatisfied grumbling, he kissed her lips and whispered, "Don't do that again next time."
...
I came out of the bathroom just in time for lunch.
Song Chiyu's face was slightly flushed from the smoke, but her damp hair showed that she had just taken a shower, and no one asked any questions.
Qi Yanzhou maintained his aloof and self-possessed demeanor throughout.
He was wearing a traditional Chinese-style coat, and his every move exuded a stiff and solemn air.
What are you pretending for?
Song Chiyu pursed her lips, but did not dismantle him.
Because of what happened early this morning, almost no one at the table dared to provoke him. Even Aunt Ning made an excuse to leave after dinner, showing no intention of staying to have a deep conversation with him.
Only Qi Qingfang remained calm.
They took the initiative to ask him about his experiences in Tibet. Qi Yanzhou answered their questions, but his responses were vague, giving the impression of a distant, overly polite exchange.
Song Chiyu knew that his private interactions with Qi Qingfang were not like this.
Therefore, I didn't inquire about it.
After dinner, Qi Yanzhou and Qi Qingfang went out.
Song Chiyu didn't like going out; she would stay in the backyard playing with her Rottweiler. To this day, she still didn't know how Xiao Hua recognized her, even though she had never met it before, it already knew to listen to her.
We'll ask Qi Yanzhou properly when he returns.
Qi Zhannan was afraid of Xiaohua and didn't dare to get too close. "Did my second uncle ask you about what happened early this morning?"
Song Chiyu shook her head truthfully.
Qi Zhannan immediately relented; as expected, he still had to bring Song Chiyu along. Otherwise, given his second uncle's personality, he would have caused a huge uproar today, but as soon as Song Chiyu was involved, he immediately turned a blind eye.
Having received his answer, he didn't linger any longer and happily went out.
Yinghong had appeared out of nowhere and squatted down in the hallway, watching her play with the dog. Song Chiyu looked at her in surprise, "What are you doing here?"
Sakura bit her lip shyly: "I want to talk to you."
When Song Chiyu didn't know her well, she was very wary of her. But after observing her for a while, she felt that she was just a naive young girl. She patted the chair next to her and said, "Sit down and talk."
Cherry Blossom was a little afraid of Little Flower, and shook her head: "Never mind, Little Flower will bite me. I'll just sit here."
“No, come here.” Song Chiyu wasn’t used to talking to people like this. “Trust me.”
Sakura walked over with some skepticism.
Under Song Chiyu's reassurance, Xiaohua did not show much hostility and ran around happily in the yard.
As if experiencing such comfort for the first time, Cherry Blossom squinted her eyes and said, "So comfortable."
Song Chiyu asked, puzzled, "What's so comfortable about it?"
"I just feel so comfortable with the sun on my skin and the breeze," Yinghong said, not knowing how to describe it to her. She could only tell her true feelings: "It's usually just me and Aunt Ning in the courtyard. I don't have any friends my age. Sitting with you like this makes me feel very comfortable and happy."
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