Chapter 89 May I kiss you?
The room was plunged into darkness.
Qu He couldn't fall asleep no matter what she did; it felt like there was a lump in her throat.
Especially when listening to the even breathing of the people around me, the inexplicable anger in my heart burns even brighter.
She finally couldn't resist and turned over to face him.
Qu He spoke softly, her voice tinged with a hurt she herself didn't realize: "Zhuang Bieyan... are you asleep?"
"Not yet." His voice sounded very clear.
"Are you... angry with me?" she asked hesitantly.
"No."
He answered quickly, even with a slight chuckle, "Why would I be angry with you? I'm just keeping my promise."
"Oh..." Qu He pursed her lips, feeling even more uncomfortable.
Keep the agreement? Does it need to be kept so completely?
You really keep your promise! Your Sesame Credit score must be over 800!
Silence spread through the darkness, carrying with it a hint of awkwardness and restlessness.
Qu Hexin gritted her teeth and moved closer to him, almost touching him with her whole body.
Just then, she heard a very soft laugh from beside her, which was exceptionally clear in the dead of night.
Zhuang Bieyan turned to face her, stretched out his arm, and pulled her into his embrace.
Qu He was stunned. Before she could react, she felt him lower his head slightly, so close that his lips were almost touching hers.
He said seriously, "The first rule of our agreement is: Mrs. Zhuang, may I kiss you now?"
His tone was too formal, too polite, and carried a deliberate air of unfamiliarity.
Qu He's cheeks flushed from his sudden request, and her heart raced involuntarily.
They were quite polite, though.
Okay~~
She nodded slightly, feigning modesty, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible, "...Yes, that's fine."
With permission, Zhuang Bieyan lowered his head and gently kissed her.
Qu He subconsciously closed her eyes, and just as she was preparing to receive a long-awaited and lingering kiss, he only touched her lightly and then pulled away.
Like a dragonfly skimming the water, even shorter than a good morning or good night kiss.
They broke up?!
That's all?
It's not... gone?
Qu He was stunned. She opened her eyes and met his clearly smiling eyes in the dim light.
Is that how it ended?
The spark that had just been ignited in her heart hung in mid-air, unbearably itchy.
"Alright, thank you for your approval, ma'am. Goodnight."
Zhuang Bieyan seemed to have completed a task. Satisfied, he ruffled her hair, held her close, closed his eyes again, and began to fall asleep.
Qu He froze in his arms, a lump in her throat, unable to spit it out or swallow it down.
She simply couldn't believe it!
He... he just died like that?
Qu He bit her lip, both angry and annoyed. Did she want her to say, "You didn't kiss me enough, do it again?"
Doesn't she have any dignity left?!
Looking at the culprit who was already soundly asleep beside her, she could only turn around angrily, turn her back to him, and close her eyes, holding back her pent-up anger.
The following days were almost a replica of that night.
After that night, Zhuang Bieyan would sometimes whisper sweet nothings to her, and when he was blow-drying her hair, his fingers would casually brush against her neck. Sometimes, when the two of them were snuggled up on the sofa watching a movie, or just before going to bed, he would suddenly ask her, "Mrs. Zhuang, may I kiss you now?"
Each time, Qu He would be startled by his earnest request, and then she would pretend to be calm and agree.
But each time! He only touched her lightly, then quickly separated, never crossing the line, leaving her itching and yearning inside, roaring alone.
Qu He even had a dark suspicion: she felt that Zhuang Bieyan was not keeping his promise, but was taking revenge on her in a more sophisticated and torturous way!
This man, how can he be so patient? Even the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, who lived for thousands of years, weren't as good as him.
Finally, after being once again captivated by a goodnight kiss that was even shorter than licking an ice cream cone, Qu He couldn't help but send a distress signal to her strategist Si Yue the next day.
On the other end of the phone, Si Yue burst into laughter after hearing her accusations: "Hahaha! Senior, President Zhuang is playing mind games with you! What a master!"
"Stop laughing! Quickly, think of a solution for me!" Qu He said, embarrassed and annoyed.
Si Yue stopped laughing, lowered her voice, and began to offer suggestions: "Isn't this simple? Isn't he playing hard to get with you? Just give him a direct approach and put on the secret weapon I gave you last time! I don't believe President Zhuang can still resist. I guarantee he'll forget all his promises and turn into a wolf!"
Qu He's lips twitched as she heard the wolf howl on the phone.
That's too presumptuous, sister.
A secret weapon?
She remembered the two scantly made clothes she had shoved at the very bottom of her closet and immediately refused, "What kind of terrible idea is this? How... how can you wear that?"
"Oh my dear senior, what era are we living in! It's all about marital intimacy! Listen to me, put this on and stand in front of him, I don't believe he can resist!"
Si Yue continued to fan the flames, getting more and more excited as she spoke.
Qu He hung up the phone, her face flushed, but her heart was inexplicably racing because of Si Yue's suggestion.
She walked to the wardrobe as if possessed, opened the bottom drawer, and saw the familiar pink box.
She opened it, picked up the light pink, thin lace-trimmed piece, and then picked up another thin, bright red fabric.
Just imagining what it would look like on her made Qu He's face burn with embarrassment.
No, no, no.
She quickly threw the clothes back.
"Never mind, never mind..."
She was no match for mere male beauty; she was a steadfast Chinese woman, a woman like a female eagle, possessing an iron will...
"What are you looking at?"
As she was muttering to herself, she suddenly heard Zhuang Bieyan's voice coming from behind her.
Startled, Qu He slammed the drawer shut as if she were a thief, turned around, pressed her back against the wardrobe door, and stammered, "N-nothing! I was just...tidying up my clothes!"
Zhuang Bieyan glanced at her reddened ears and the unnatural blush on her face, then glanced at the tightly closed drawer behind her, a knowing smile flashing in his eyes.
But he didn't ask anything, he just nodded casually: "Hmm."
He said this and stepped forward.
Qu He watched as he reached for the wardrobe, when a female eagle spread its wings and blocked his way. "What are you doing?"
Did he just see it?
Zhuang Bieyan raised an eyebrow and slowly bent down.
Qu Hexin trembled, her mind went blank.
However, Zhuang Bieyan's hand slipped under hers, then gently tapped open the wardrobe door. "Get your clothes, take a shower."
Qu He: "...Oh."
She moved a step to the side, watched Zhuang Bieyan change his clothes, then turned and went out to the bathroom to wash up.
He spent the entire time picking up clothes, without glancing anywhere else or touching her at all.
As Qu He watched his retreating figure, the courage that Si Yue had just roused in her heart vanished instantly.
Forget it, she really couldn't bear to wear something like that.
That night, Zhuang Bieyan, adhering to traditional male virtues, gave her a goodnight kiss and then made no further moves.
Qu He nestled in his arms, secretly observing him in the light from the window.
This man clearly wants it so badly, yet he manages to restrain himself to this extent. How does he do it?
Qu He felt a strange sense of resentment.
But what she didn't expect was that she was the one who promised to restrain herself, the one who set the three rules, but in the end, she was the one who broke the agreement first.
On Zhuang Bieyan's birthday, she was the first to suffer a crushing defeat...
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