138. Counting Sheep While Holding a Cell Phone
Mingtong's words made Lingling's cheeks warm slightly. Last night, she'd thought she was dying and had said those thinly veiled confessions. Now he took them completely seriously, but she was still a little bewildered. Mingtong, noticing her embarrassment, changed the subject, saying, "I don't have outpatient appointments today, so I've swapped shifts with a colleague. I'll catch up on some sleep on the living room sofa. You rest well in the bedroom. Call me if you need anything." "Okay," Lingling replied obediently, burying herself in the fluffy quilt. Mingtong had barely slumped down on the sofa when he received a WeChat message from Lingling: "I'm still preoccupied with work and can't sleep." He replied, "That's how it is. Even though I've been giving you advice on a healthy lifestyle, I'm often terrible at it myself." "Then let me count sheep with you." Curious, Lingling texted him, "How do you count?" Mingtong replied, "My phone will count with you—one sheep, two sheep..." Numbers and little sheep emojis popped up on Lingling's screen. She smiled sweetly and placed her phone on the bedside table. The dense blackout curtains cast a dim shadow over the room, but the faint glow of Mingtong's phone on the bedside table warmed Lingling's heart, and she drifted off into a trance. When she woke again, she found herself counting hundreds of sheep on her phone screen. Mingtong asked if she was asleep, but when she didn't respond, the new messages vanished. A good night's sleep brought a sense of restlessness and lightness to her body, a feeling of longevity. Lingling wiped her eyes, smoothed her hair, and left the bedroom. She found Mingtong slumped on the sofa, sound asleep. The day and night had been exhausting for him. She tiptoed over to cover him with her own blanket. Her face, without glasses, held a harmless, youthful air. His usually clear, spring-like eyes were hidden beneath long lashes, and his thin lips were slightly pursed. She loved hearing the whispers from his lips, and she loved watching him gaze at her with that fascination that was uniquely hers. He frowned slightly, his eyelashes fluttering, waking up suddenly. Ling Ling, not wanting to be seen, panicked and dodged backward, but her lower back accidentally hit the coffee table, causing her to shriek and flinch forward with a startled cry of pain. Ming Tong stood up, hugged her, and hurriedly asked what happened. "No, nothing, I just bumped my lower back." Ling Ling's face twisted slightly in pain, but she still tried to lie, "I was just tucking you in." Ming Tong's cool hand touched her exposed waist with concern. "Are you okay? Let me see." Ling Ling suddenly realized...
Mingtong's words made Lingling's cheeks heat up slightly. Last night, she thought she was dying and said those disguised confessions. Now he took it completely seriously, but she was still a little confused.
Ming Tong noticed her embarrassment and changed the subject, saying, "I don't have outpatient clinics today, so I switched shifts with a colleague. I'll take a nap on the sofa in the living room. You can rest well in the bedroom. Call me anytime if you need anything."
"Yeah." Ling Ling responded obediently, then buried herself in the soft quilt.
Mingtong had just laid down on the sofa when he received a WeChat message from Lingling: I can’t sleep because my mind is still on work.
He replied, "That's true. Although I've been teaching you about a healthy lifestyle, I'm often terrible at it myself. So, let me count sheep with you."
Ling Ling curiously sent him a message asking: How to count?
Mingtong said: "I'll use my phone to count with you - one sheep, two sheep..."
Lingling's phone screen popped up with numbers and tiny sheep emojis. She smiled sweetly and placed her phone on the bedside table. The dense blackout curtains cast a dim shadow over the room, but the slight warm light from Mingtong's phone screen on the bedside table warmed Lingling's heart. In a trance, she fell into a deep sleep.
When she woke up again, she found that she had counted hundreds of sheep on her mobile phone screen. Then Mingtong asked her if she was asleep. Seeing that she did not respond, he realized that there were no new messages.
After a good night's sleep, one feels refreshed and relaxed, and one feels blessed with a long life. Ling Ling wiped her eyes, smoothed her hair, and walked out of the bedroom. She saw Ming Tong sleeping soundly on the sofa. This day and night had been enough for him.
She tiptoed over to cover him with the blanket from her bed, and looked at his face without glasses, which had a harmless boyish look. His long eyelashes hid his usually clear eyes, and his thin lips were slightly pursed. She liked to listen to the whispers from his lips, and she liked to see the way he looked at her, that kind of infatuated look that belonged only to her.
He frowned slightly, his eyelashes fluttering, waking up suddenly. Ling Ling, not wanting to be seen, panicked and dodged backward, but her lower back accidentally hit the coffee table, causing her to shriek and flinch forward with a startled cry. Ming Tong stood up, hugged her, and hurriedly asked what was wrong.
"No, nothing, I just bumped my waist." Ling Ling's expression was distorted by the pain, but she still wanted to insist on telling a lie, "I just covered you with a blanket."
Mingtong's somewhat cold hand touched her exposed waist with concern, "Are you okay? Let me see."
Ling Ling suddenly realized that their current posture was a bit too ambiguous. She was wearing a silk pajamas with a neckline that was too low, revealing the purple lace suspenders that pressed against his chest, while one of his hands was still on her waist.
Obviously Mingtong also realized this quickly. He quickly let go of her. Ling Ling also stumbled and escaped through the narrow passage between the sofa and the coffee table, rubbing against his legs.
"I, um, vomited so many times last night, I want to take a shower." Ling Ling pretended to announce it officially, but her image of spinning helplessly in place betrayed her.
Mingtong also seemed uneasy and stammered, "Then I'll go back and clean up. It's almost time for dinner. I'll get some ingredients from my house and cook for you later." He lifted the colorful cashmere blanket and felt Ling Ling's fragrant body temperature on it.
They separated briefly, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time they both felt a little empty in their hearts.
After they each showered, they both looked neater, but they both seemed to be a bit too neat. Mingtong cooked a simple meal in Lingling's kitchen, and Lingling ate it with great care.
After dinner, he went to clean up, and she hurriedly followed him into the kitchen and said, "You already helped me cook, so you have to let me clean up after dinner."
She rolled up her sleeves, but he gently pushed her away and said, "You still need to rest. Don't worry about this place. I enjoy taking care of you."
Ling Ling was a little intoxicated by the look in his eyes. Her cheeks flushed again and her heart began to beat wildly. "Then, then I'll do something to help you." She didn't know what she could do to appear less clumsy.
Her panicked eyes were searching the various dishes and knives on the countertop when suddenly a familiar cool hand wrapped around her waist, pressed her into his arms, kissed her lips, and began to rub her.
Is this Zhong Mingtong's lips? Ling Ling's mind froze for a moment. So are they kissing now?
Ling Ling was so flustered that she didn't know where to put her hands, whether to put them on his chest or to wrap them around his waist. She thought he must be very flustered too, because she could feel his breathing becoming rapid, and his chest, pressed tightly against her, was beating wildly.
They kissed passionately in the kitchen, their love for each other so intense that they lost themselves in the process. Mingtong's hands trembled slightly as he tried to unbutton her shirt. Lingling regained some of her composure and said timidly, "We don't have that... contraception, that is."
Mingtong also suddenly realized the problem, calmed his rapid breathing and said, "Uh... I don't have it at home either. Well, I, I'll go to the convenience store downstairs to buy it now." After that, he ran out in a hurry.
Ling Ling felt that she should call him, but she didn't know why she should call him or what she wanted to say.
She had no choice but to pace anxiously around the room. She tried to cool her burning cheeks with her palms, but her palms were even hotter than her cheeks.
She thought, she couldn't just wait for him in such an awkward manner, it was too embarrassing. She had no choice but to find something to do for herself. She opened the refrigerator and luckily there were two red dragon fruits. She prepared to cut a fruit plate.
Mingtong ran back panting, with beads of sweat on his forehead.
Ling Ling didn't dare look him in the eye. She brought the fruit plate to the living room, licked her dry lips and said, "I, I was just thinking of cutting some fruit." After saying this, she felt that her lines were stupid.
But she didn't know what else to do. She put a piece of dragon fruit in her mouth and said, "Hmm, it's quite sweet." She put another piece in her mouth and said to him, "Try it too."
Yu Chuanbei pushed her hand away and said, "It's enough for me to taste yours."
He kissed her lips again, firmly and passionately. She collapsed in his arms, and he carried her to the bed in the bedroom, pressing her under him, excited but a little awkward.
"This is my first time, so you may have to be more patient." He said while biting her earlobe passionately.
Ling Ling was a little surprised in her daze, but he didn't want to give her the chance to let this surprise linger. He kissed her madly, and she fell into his passionate offensive again.
Ling Ling woke up again in the early morning of the next day. To be honest, Zhong Mingtong's performance last night was not bad, and it could even be said that he was gifted. But now that she was awake, Ling Ling still felt a little uneasy - is this her second man? It happened so suddenly. He said last night that this was his first time, so is the situation between them fair? Will he mind her as much as she minded Yu Chuanbei? He did say that in his mind, the human body is just a collection of skin, muscles, organs and so on. But on the other hand, would he think that she would secretly compare the two of them in her heart? Would this knot in his heart also make him uncomfortable?
This kind of entanglement in love is like some unsolvable philosophical problems that have not been figured out for thousands of years, but it does not affect life.
Her shoulders were gently touched. "Aren't you cold?" He pulled up the quilt, wrapped it around her exposed shoulders, and then held her in his arms. The two of them were naked, hugging each other, but he acted more naturally.
"What were you thinking about just now?" He buried his head in her neck and asked with his eyes closed.
"What do you think? If you were me." Ling Ling didn't know how to answer, so she asked back.
Mingtong chuckled and said frankly, "The future belongs to the two of us. We agreed to live well together. Only the present day is concrete, so it doesn't matter what you think about. What's important is - when we're hungry, we have to eat together."
Seeing Mingtong get up, put on his clothes, give her a good morning kiss, and then go to the kitchen to make breakfast, she couldn't help but smile slightly. Yes, Mingtong was very wise. He used only two sentences to solve the ancient problem.
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