Chapter 36. Chapter 36. Doing nothing.
The three words "I love you" obviously stimulated Ye Peixiu.
He carried her upstairs, as if she were in his own home, and went straight into her bedroom.
On the bedroom sofa, Xia Qingwan was pressed onto his lap. He leaned back, his demeanor exuding a calm yet languid charm, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said, "Tell me, how do you love me?"
"I'm not going to say anything more."
Xia Qingwan glanced at him and whispered, "Where can I find someone like you?"
Why would you ask such a question?
Having drunk some wine, Ye Peixiu heard such pure and sincere words of confession, and the meaning in his eyes grew deeper and deeper. He shook his head with great interest and said, "No, I must hear it again tomorrow when I'm sober."
"Whatever you want. I won't say anything more anyway."
Ye Peixiu laughed through his nose.
In the dimly lit bedroom, his eyes remained fixed on her face, as if he couldn't bear to part with her.
He raised his hand and gently rubbed her cheek with his fingers, lowering his voice, "Then, would you like to hear how I love you?"
Xia Qingwan belatedly realized that he had drunk so much and seemed to be speaking without restraint, so she shook her head and said, "I don't want to hear it."
"Love you beautiful."
He talked to himself.
"shallow."
She commented immediately.
"Love you cute."
"nonsense."
Her comments followed immediately.
He carefully considered his words, pondered for a moment, and said, "...In the end, it's a feeling."
A serene and profound meaning.
He was captivated at first sight, and the more he got to know her, the more itching he became.
These words were exactly what Xia Qingwan wanted to hear.
She loves him just the same.
Maybe it was because of his tall and handsome figure, maybe it was because of his elegant demeanor, or perhaps it was more because of that indescribable atmosphere. In short, there was a fatal attraction, especially when she discovered that he felt the same way about her.
The threads twine and climb, tightening ever more.
Such a man, at this moment, was sitting on the sofa in her bedroom, wearing a white shirt and black pants, with his big hands on her waist. I don’t know if it was because he had been drinking, but there was obvious affection in his usually calm eyes.
Behind his shoulder, outside the window, in his blurry vision, snowflakes were falling in abundance.
Next to his leather shoes lay his discarded black coat.
Xia Qingwan noticed that Ye Peixiu glanced in the direction of her bed.
She subconsciously looked over as well.
The 1.5-meter-tall light blue bed resembled a dreamy sea. Especially at this moment, in this current state, it felt more like a crystal ball filled with countless gorgeous fantasies.
When they looked away, their eyes met, and they both sensed a restless undercurrent in each other's eyes. So, she couldn't help but look away.
Ye Peixiu's Adam's apple bobbed, and they both turned their eyes away without saying a word.
On a night when the first snow was falling, in such a quiet and hazy bedroom, I couldn't help but look at him.
She clearly saw Ye Peixiu, who was turned to the side, lick his lips, and his jaw muscles tightened slightly.
At this time, Ye Peixiu also turned his head back, as if he couldn't help but look at her.
When the two looked at each other, he smiled first.
Xia Qingwan felt flustered and changed the subject, saying, "Do you want to drink some hangover soup or something? Otherwise, you won't have a hangover headache tomorrow."
Ye Peixiu also felt that if he continued like this, he would lose control of himself. So he said, "Okay."
The two of them went downstairs together.
Xia Qingwan took him to the kitchen, flipped to the page about hangover soup from Grandma Xi's homemade menu, and followed the notes to open the refrigerator to look for ingredients.
Ye Peixiu had obviously never been to such a place. After entering, he looked around and then lowered his head to look at the menu.
Turn on the fire and pour water.
When the water boiled, Xia Qingwan casually pointed and said, "Some have already been installed in the kitchen."
Age-friendly modifications.
Wang Jingzi brought his people here several times, and now, you can see occasional places equipped with handrails or sensor panels.
The steps to make the hangover soup are simple. After ten minutes, Xia Qingwan turned off the heat.
The boiling bubbles gradually subsided.
After it cooled down a bit, she took out a bowl and spoon from the drawer. Ye Peixiu took them and said, "I'll do it, be careful not to burn yourself."
He simply went along with the host's arrangements.
She just let him do it and took out the ice cream from the refrigerator to eat.
When it's cold and snowing, I crave this taste.
Holding the ice cream, she walked over, clinked the bowl with his, and said softly, "Cheers."
This made Ye Peixiu laugh.
He slowly finished the hangover soup, looked at her, and said, "Let me have a taste."
Xia Qingwan shook her head, "No."
He thought it was funny, "Protecting food?"
She nodded vigorously.
Ye Peixiu seemed serious, he sat on the island counter, put his arm around her waist and pulled her over. Xia Qingwan quickly stretched out her arm and took the ice cream away, but Ye Peixiu followed her randomly turning head and turned his head to block her lips.
His lips were soft and hot from the hangover soup he had just drunk, while hers were cool and sweet with the scent of peaches. A stark contrast of hot and cold, the moment their softness touched, a raging fire ignited.
Ye Peixiu took the ice cream from her hand without leaving a trace, and casually placed it in the fruit bowl on the island. He grabbed her hand and twisted it behind her waist, then pulled her between his legs.
The kitchen was smaller than the bedroom, making it even more enclosed and quiet. In this small, quiet space, the rustling sound of fluids mingling was particularly clear. Her ears were drowned by the rustling sound, and Xia Qingwan felt a surge of bittersweet shame in her heart. She couldn't help but cling to his shoulders.
With each change of angle, she instinctively seized the time to breathe, her low, sweet breaths only making him kiss her more tightly and deeply.
Belatedly, she realized that Ye Peixiu's hand slid down her lower back, grasped her breasts which were full in his palm, and kneaded them almost uncontrollably.
On the dishwasher panel below the opposite counter, the shadowy image of a large, slender hand could be vaguely seen.
As Xia Qingwan reached back to grab his hand, her fingertips touched his arm first. The veins were bulging and incredibly hot. She pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted, gasped, and instinctively tried to pull away, but this only made her squeeze even deeper into his embrace.
I was in a dilemma and completely lost my way.
Her constant shifting and moving around gave Ye Peixiu a real headache. He gave her a loud, forceful kiss on the lips, a sound that was both a punishment and a release, and said in a low, husky voice, "Don't move."
The kiss was very loud. Xia Qingwan's face turned red, her chest kept rising and falling, and there was crystal saliva hanging at the corners of her lips.
Ye Peixiu slowly raised his eyelashes and moved his gaze from her lips to her eyes.
She saw a strong and dark desire in his eyes.
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Even drinking the sobering soup failed to calm Ye Peixiu down at all.
Back in her bedroom upstairs, Xia Qingwan immediately made an excuse, saying, "I need to study."
Ye Peixiu raised his wrist to look at his watch.
It's already eleven o'clock.
He didn't expose it, just said, "Okay."
She indeed buried herself in her book at her desk, listening to audio recordings with headphones on, while taking notes.
During this time, Ye Peixiu went downstairs once.
Wang Jingzi did his duty diligently, bringing him a change of clothes and daily necessities.
Besides that, he sat on the sofa next to her reading the whole time while she was studying, without making a sound or disturbing her.
After finishing a chapter, she turned her head to look at him.
Ye Peixiu was engrossed in his book. She carefully discerned that he was reading her copy of "Dream of the Red Chamber," and almost every page contained her handwritten reflections.
She read it many times, and each time she wrote different annotations with a different colored pen.
Ye Peixiu turned the book to the side and stared intently at her handwriting.
Gazing at him silently like this, Xia Qingwan couldn't help but feel dazed.
The scene before my eyes looked like a scene cut from a long strip of film.
His silhouette was both deep and blurry, like the distant moon, there, steadfastly there, but shrouded in clouds and mist, making it difficult to see clearly.
At this time, Ye Peixiu received a call.
"Mom," he said, pressing his hand against the spine of the book, "...I have other things to do."
"Okay, I'll go there tomorrow."
He answered the phone in silence, his face expressionless, his profile showing only a cold silence.
He didn't know what was said on the other end, but he smiled lightly, half mockingly. After a moment, he said, "Let's talk about it another day when I go back to the old house. I'm busy now."
After hanging up the phone, he closed the book, his fingers lightly pressing the cover, his eyelashes half-closed, lost in thought.
Xia Qingwan tidied up the desk and said, "I'm going to take a shower."
As she passed him, she stopped and asked, "Are you really going to sleep here?"
The tone was soft, containing a wavering uncertainty, an uncertainty that was a beautiful kind of turbulence.
Ye Peixiu looked up at her, his eyes deep and calm.
He didn't say anything.
He and she were thinking the same thing, perhaps even the same scenario.
Under such circumstances, any exchange of glances could extinguish the thin veil of peace. Xia Qingwan withdrew her gaze and forced herself to calm down before taking a shower.
The showerhead was turned on, and warm water generously poured down, soaking her.
Thinking about how he looked when he answered the phone earlier, she felt a strange sense of panic that she might lose him at any moment.
Her relationship with him was a stolen moment of tenderness and sensuality from his predetermined path.
It was destined to last only a moment.
Therefore, she should prepare to leave in advance.
After he finished showering, Ye Peixiu was still reading a book on the sofa.
He sat cross-legged in a white shirt and black pants, exuding a refined and dignified air.
Xia Qingwan was wearing a winter outfit of long sleeves and trousers, all in a plain, warm camel-colored hue. She said casually, "...I'll go to bed first."
Ye Peixiu closed the book and said in the same calm tone, "Okay, I'll go wash up."
While he was walking to the bathroom, Xia Qingwan quickly climbed onto the bed, covered herself tightly with the quilt, then took off her long-sleeved shirt and trousers in bed, leaving only the suspender nightgown underneath.
If she falls asleep during this time, then naturally she won't have to face the situation of sharing a bed with him.
However, the more I forced myself to go to sleep quickly, the less sleepy I became.
After an unknown amount of time, she noticed, still covered by the blanket, that the main light in the bedroom had been turned off and that soft footsteps were approaching.
There was a rustling sound on the other side of the bed, and then it collapsed.
Xia Qingwan closed her eyes, almost holding her breath, and felt Ye Peixiu's warm fragrance. Before she could react, the front of the quilt was lifted, and then her waist was pulled close.
She was forced to open her eyes and meet Ye Peixiu's gaze.
He chuckled, "How can you sleep with the blanket over your head?"
She folded her arms across her chest, her pretty face flushed, and her cold and quiet eyes held a hint of helplessness and anxiety.
Ye Peixiu held his breath, his eyelashes half-closed, and with one hand lifting the blanket, slowly looked her over from top to bottom.
Xia Qingwan felt like she could hardly breathe, and her heart was about to jump out of her throat.
He gently rubbed her cheek with the back of his fingers, then slid down her slender neck and stopped above her collarbone. When she was extremely nervous, he held her face with one hand and lowered his head to kiss her.
A soft, tender kiss.
Within that small space, the temperature rose higher and higher. The sound of saliva exchanging during the kiss, mixed with the low panting of breathing, made everything seem misty, like being close to a hot spring.
The silk nightgown feels similar to the skin, soft and smooth, and seems to have a suction force that makes people linger.
Xia Qingwan suddenly grabbed his arm, and her sleeve was wrinkled.
She trembled, muffled sounds escaping her throat, as Ye Peixiu kissed her repeatedly to soothe her. His hands, however, remained steady, slowly parting the side and probing inside.
Xia Qingwan couldn't help but let out a pitiful sob, like the prelude to crying.
Ye Peixiu sighed softly, "Be good, it's okay, trust me."
Involuntarily, she called out, her voice trembling with tears, "...Mr. Ye."
Ye Peixiu's forehead was covered in sweat, and he was in great pain. But when he heard her say this, he laughed out loud, "Why are you calling me by such a respectful name?"
She clung tightly to his shoulder and bit it. Ye Peixiu kissed her eyes and her lips.
The blood in his body was boiling and rushing around aimlessly, but the movements of his lips and hands were extremely light, with a perfect balance of tension and relaxation.
Such torment is also such beauty.
Xia Qingwan collapsed onto the pillow, utterly exhausted.
Ye Peixiu took off his shirt, hugged her tightly, and she sensed something. She woke up in an instant and tried to escape, but he coaxed her, his voice hoarse, "Hold me for a while, I won't do anything."
Of course she didn't believe it.
That undeniable and clear presence stood between him and her.
Let alone her, even Ye Peixiu himself didn't believe his own words. She was on the verge of tears, like a limp little animal, held in his arms, feeling that clear...
He grabbed her hand and asked her to touch it. She trembled, and when he touched her, she pulled back. Ye Peixiu whispered, "Are you planning to never touch me again?"
She thought for a moment, then reached out despite herself.
Ultimately lacking any method, Ye Peixiu ended up taking a cold shower.
After coming back from washing, Xia Qingwan was already half asleep.
Outside the window, the snowy night was silent and still.
Before this, Ye Peixiu had never looked forward to a good night's sleep like this.
He went back to bed, pulled her back into his arms, and kissed her forehead.
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