Chapter 70 Soft Black Hair
The next morning, Xia Qingwan was woken up by her alarm clock.
She doesn't usually stay in bed, but her period suddenly started yesterday, and she experienced intense emotional fluctuations last night, so she inevitably felt a bit sleepy.
I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow. Suddenly, I was lifted up by a pair of warm and strong arms.
She opened her eyes groggily, "...Hmm?"
Ye Peixiu laughed and said, "Want to stay in bed?"
Xia Qingwan took a moment to react.
Then, I was overwhelmed by a warm and genuine sense of happiness, and I couldn't help but laugh, "You're up so early."
"Old Ke brought over some clothes, so I went downstairs for a bit, but then I decided to get up."
"Oh," Xia Qingwan said, stretching her arm out from his arms as she passed by the desk. "Hey, wait a minute, I'm going to play some music."
She reached out and turned on the stereo on the desk, then returned to the bedside, leaned halfway out of his arms, picked up the phone next to the pillow, and opened the music player app.
"I wish I could drive a rocket and take you to the sky."
The sweet singing made them both laugh out loud.
Ye Peixiu shaved at the sink, while Xia Qingwan brushed her teeth.
The singing echoed in the bedroom.
"With you, I'm happier, everything is perfect, even salted fish and cabbage taste delicious."
Catching the other person's gaze in the mirror, she couldn't help but smile brightly.
He was only wearing a pair of trousers, his upper body was bare, and his hair was a bit long. He casually swept it back to reveal his smooth forehead, which, combined with his red lips and white teeth, gave him a very youthful and spirited look.
Xia Qingwan couldn't take her eyes off him. She felt happy because of his happiness, and even happier because she could make him happy.
After washing up, Xia Qingwan pushed him out and said, "I need to use the restroom."
Ye Peixiu had already pressed forward.
He lowered his head and kissed her cheek, then moved to her lips and sucked on them.
She pressed her hand against his chest and felt his body temperature was very high; his bare upper body radiated a heat that could bake a person.
In the midst of their embrace and kiss, a moment of ecstasy and infatuation washed over them.
The saliva in his mouth was so sweet that he couldn't help but greedily drink it repeatedly.
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Xia Qingwan rushed to the school office, and as soon as she pushed open the door, before she could even stand still, she was met with a barrage of reprimands from Professor Zhao.
"I don't care who's backing you up, you're using your prime years for a gap year. Is this gap year so trendy? So chill? Four months! A full four months! All the programs are only missing you! I think you should give up on your PhD application! Go have some fun!"
Xia Qingwan stood up straight and lowered her head to receive the scolding.
Although he applied for a gap year as early as last year and made all the necessary handover arrangements in advance, it is understandable that Professor Zhao would feel emotional because he had no one available.
That's what she thought.
Professor Zhang, who studies dialects, happened to be passing by his office. He could hear the deafening roar from across the corridor and stood with his arms crossed under the open door to watch the spectacle.
He laughed and said, "What are you doing so early in the morning?"
Professor Zhao snorted, "She still has to prepare application materials for her doctoral program, work on projects, and write papers. I'm worried for her! But instead, she went to East Africa to watch wildlife migration. I get so angry when I see her posts on social media!"
"If only I had known, Qingwan would have followed me. She worked with my team on projects during her first summer break and we got to know each other well."
Professor Zhang said with a smile.
"Go back to where you came from."
Professor Zhao cursed.
Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, Xia Qingwan put down her bag, tidied her workstation, and turned on her computer.
I handed two documents to Professor Zhao and said, “This is your speech for tomorrow’s seminar. There is also an annotated version, which will be posted on your personal social media account after the seminar to provide a reading guide for your followers.”
Professor Zhao took it and flipped through it, and his arrogance immediately subsided.
Over the years, having supervised so many graduate and doctoral students, Xia Qingwan is the one I feel most comfortable using; the basic materials almost never need modification.
"...I sent you an email this morning. Take a look and write me a reply."
He said.
"OK."
Professor Zhang and Professor Zhao sat down and chatted for a few minutes, while Xia Qingwan immediately began her busy work.
Professor Zhao recently received an invitation from the East Asian Literature and Comparative Literature departments of several American universities, inviting him to give a series of lectures early next year. Of course, he will take Xia Qingwan with him. Therefore, he needs to start preparing visa and other documents now.
On the first day back at work, Xia Qingwan worked overtime until 11 p.m.
I packed my schoolbag and went downstairs.
Pushing open the glass door, a gust of cold wind greeted me.
The golden sycamore leaves fluttered in the wind, drifting leisurely. Through the lingering shadows of the leaves, Xia Qingwan saw Ye Peixiu, tall and wearing a black overcoat, standing beside a Maybach by the roadside.
They couldn't help but kiss in the back seat of the car.
After four years of longing and yearning, they finally got back together and became greedy for each other.
Endless demands and giving.
For those few nights, Ye Peixiu stayed with her at the Xia family's old house in the compound.
There is so much to say, so much love and desire to release.
Every night, the small light in her bedroom would still be on, and the two of them would sit on the sofa, each holding a cup of hot drink, laughing and talking about the big and small things that had happened over the past few years.
"Oh right, I'll show you."
Xia Qingwan jumped off the sofa, opened the desk drawer, and took out several stacks of paper. "I've copied those few sentences you wrote to me many times."
Ye Peixiu put down his teacup and took it to look at it.
It's imitating his handwriting.
“Every time I write it, it’s like you’re encouraging me again.”
She said with a smile.
Every moment of heartbreak was accompanied by his distant concern; every wound was healed, and now, he can finally smile as he recalls the past.
Ye Peixiu laughed and said, "You can sign autographs for me from now on."
Xia Qingwan laughed and nestled in his arms, resting her head on his arm, saying, "Then I'll ask for the moon and empty your pockets!"
"I told you long ago, I was just afraid you wouldn't move."
Ye Peixiu smiled.
“It’s different now. I have confidence now. I’m not just greedy, I’ve become insatiable,” she said, raising a finger with a clear, yet slightly arrogant, look. “I really will…”
He paused briefly, organizing his thoughts, "They really will take everything from you."
Ye Peixiu still smiled, "You said those words."
"When I propose to you someday, you mustn't refuse."
Her eyes darted around, intending to retort with a lighthearted remark, but when she met his gaze, she couldn't help but connect the dots with his words, and her ears instantly turned bright red.
Such a man became her husband.
Wedding night.
She paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "...I think it's you who's asking for an exorbitant amount."
I showed him the handwriting, and the next thing I knew, he was proposing.
Ye Peixiu laughed.
Xia Qingwan snuggled out of his arms, put the stack of papers back into the drawer, closed the drawer, turned around, leaned against the desk, and whispered, "Bad guy Ye Peixiu."
As soon as she left, he felt an emptiness in his arms, a deep sense of dissatisfaction.
Ye Peixiu, dressed in a suit and tie, leaned against the sofa with one arm draped over the back, his eyes fixed on her. "Come here."
What are you doing?
"What do you mean, 'do'?"
"I'm not going."
Ye Peixiu scoffed, "You said you've matured, but now that you're a few years older, you actually enjoy playing tag, huh?"
She remained silent, her eyes fixed on him with a serene gaze.
After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "You really want me to go and arrest you?"
Ye Peixiu stood up, deliberately adopting a fierce posture, and walked towards her while exaggeratingly loosening his tie, tearing it off and holding it in his hand, and then unbuttoning the top button of his shirt.
This made her burst into laughter.
She laughed so hard she leaned back, and he caught the back of her head. Ye Peixiu smiled and looked down to chase her face, "You childish girl."
She pressed her forehead against his shoulder and clenched her fist to punch his chest.
It's hard to admit, but the exaggerated pose he deliberately struck just now was actually quite charming.
He wrapped his arms around her wrists, pulled them apart, and lowered his head to find her lips.
It captures a sweet and soft texture, tender and fragrant, making it irresistible.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together.
It was burgeoning, almost unbearable.
During a brief pause, he asked in a low voice, "Did you check while you were showering? Is it okay to do it?"
Xia Qingwan nodded slightly.
He kissed her ear, and she involuntarily straightened her body, leaning forward. The silk nightgown clung softly to her skin, revealing her entire figure.
Ye Peixiu picked her up and put her on the bed.
A dim yellow lamp was lit at both the head and foot of the bed, making her look like she was lying on the gentle sea at sunset.
The waves gently lapped at the shore, dappling the sunlight like stars.
Perhaps it had been too long since they had done it, because even before it started, she was already biting her lip in embarrassment, staring at him without blinking.
The silk nightgown was tossed onto the pillow.
Ye Peixiu kissed her inch by inch, from head to toe.
Her breathing was labored, and she couldn't resist grabbing his hand until he knelt there and bowed his head.
The sensation was so clear, reaching right to her heart. She could feel his thin lips and tongue, soft and smooth, having been licked and tasted extensively.
As she sucked, she could feel the bridge of his nose.
The image of the ripe, soft peaches on the coffee table, which had been sitting there for several days, came to mind.
He gently parted his lips with his thumb, and the sweet, clear juice moistened them before he ate it.
She clutched the silk nightgown tightly to the pillow, kneading it constantly, her damp palms almost wrinkling it.
Unable to bear the shame, Xia Qingwan reached out and grabbed the blanket haphazardly.
Ye Peixiu pulled the blanket over himself and covered himself with it. Under the covers, he thrust himself in without hesitation.
She gasped.
He pressed down on her lower back and soothed her in a low voice, "Don't move, it'll be over in a bit."
Like a wild beast crouching low and holding its breath in ambush, it had been lying in wait for a long time, and finally adapted somewhat.
At first it was deep and slow.
Ye Peixiu breathed a deep sigh of relief.
A refreshing and comfortable feeling, like that of an empty mountain after the rain, finally descended upon him once again.
He kissed her tear-dampened hair and whispered, "Qingwan misses me too, doesn't she?"
She nodded obediently.
Xia Qingwan could vaguely hear a pattering sound, and it took her a while to realize that it was raining outside.
The damp, cold air condensed on the windowpane.
However, her voice was louder than the rain, accompanied by a sticky, colliding sound.
Her breath filled her lungs, and she exhaled rapidly, carrying with it a damp sob.
He was nearly insane.
Ye Peixiu lost his composure and left a bright red finger mark on her waist.
Along with the slap marks on her buttocks.
I went to the bathroom to shower several times in the middle of the night.
Outside the window, the night rain poured down, and the remaining branches swayed.
On the sofa, Ye Peixiu held an unlit cigarette between his fingers.
Xia Qingwan nestled in his arms, almost falling asleep.
In a half-dreaming, half-awake state, my hand was touched by someone holding it.
She slid off him and knelt on the carpet.
Ye Peixiu looked down at her, gently stroking her hair and cheeks.
They had never done this for each other before.
Now, with this new experience, the satisfaction of possessing each other has finally overshadowed the anxiety of the past breakup.
Perhaps because she was mentally exhausted, her sense of shame lessened, and she would occasionally stop and stare intently.
The dim light from the desk lamp slanted across her face, casting a straight, columnar shadow.
Finally, she took his hand and straddled his lap.
Ye Peixiu sank deeply into the sofa, looking up at her face, his peripheral vision catching glimpses of her soft, black hair swaying gently.
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