Chapter 66
Qiu An glanced at her stomach: "Haven't you had dinner yet?"
“…I forgot.”
Qiu An didn't say anything else and walked towards the kitchen.
Ranlong also followed her curiously.
Does she still have time to cook at home now?
Has the craftsmanship deteriorated?
Ranlong remembered that Qiu An’s cooking was delicious. It had been a while since she had eaten there. Could it be that she could feast on it today?
All the beautiful imaginations were shattered the moment the refrigerator was opened.
Qiu An's refrigerator was even emptier than her own at home. Inside were only some plastic bags of onion, ginger, and garlic seasoning, a head of wilted lettuce, and half a box of what looked like leftover lunch from a convenience store.
Qiu An took a quick look and silently closed the refrigerator.
Ranlong noticed that the tips of her ears were a little red.
Still blushing so easily.
Ranlong let Qiu An make room for him and reopened the refrigerator: "I know I should buy two sets of housing, so that even if there are two leftovers from the lunch box, they won't be thrown away."
Ranlong picked up the lunch box and found that there were more than two bites left, more than half of it. It looked fresh and must have been there for a short time.
I don't know if she was used to being frugal or what, but she blurted out, "We can still eat it if we heat it up."
Qiu An paused and said, "This is what I left over."
"I can't eat what you left?"
…
They looked at each other in bewilderment. Ran Long regretted it. When would she change her stubborn habit? Qiu An must have thought she was starving.
"If you don't mind..."
"I don't mind!"
"Well...what I want to say is, if you don't mind, we have instant noodles at home."
"Oh...that's fine too." Ranlong wanted to slap himself in the face. You're the only one who likes to interrupt all day long!
There is no need for help in cooking instant noodles. Ranlong silently threw away the lunch box and left in embarrassment.
Ranlong sat on the sofa and watched Qiu An cook noodles. Her figure seemed to be getting closer and farther away due to the steam.
Ranlong remembered what Fang Xin said, "Relationships between people are always more difficult than work." How could it not be true?
When it comes to work, you either do it or you don’t.
Between people, well, no...
The noodles cooked quickly, with the classic braised beef flavor. Human desires are sometimes very primitive. No matter how many exquisite meals you've had, the smell of this simple aroma still makes your heart flutter.
Two perfectly poached eggs lay in the soup. Using chopsticks, they poke and pry, letting the runny yolks slowly spill out, coating the still-soft, chewy noodles. My appetite flared, my saliva watered, and I swallowed my noodles relentlessly, oblivious to etiquette or face, slurping them up with gusto, ignoring the broth that splattered onto the table.
After Ranlong had eaten and drunk her fill, Qiu An cleared the dishes and asked her, "Do you want to watch TV?"
"look."
Ranlong patted his belly contentedly and almost forgot the purpose of his trip.
It was not until the TV sounded and she sat down on the sofa that Fang Xin's business card accidentally slipped out of her pocket that she suddenly remembered that she was not here to eat, drink and have fun.
Ranlong calmly put the name back into her pocket and watched Qiu An sit next to her without any precautions, carrying a bag of melon seeds, the only snack in the house that could be called a snack.
Regardless of whether this was a trick or not, she decided to go along with it.
After randomly picking out a recent hit TV series and putting it on loudly, Ran Long said, "I didn't even know we lived in the same complex. Can you guess which building I live in?"
Qiu An glanced at her and said calmly, "Building 7, 1501."
She was so frank, and didn't seem to want to beat around the bush. The tentative words she had just prepared were suddenly useless. Before Ranlong could come up with a new response, Qiu An continued:
"Xixi said you were going to move, so I asked her to find you an empty room closest to me."
"Well...um...why didn't you tell me? We're so close, I could visit anytime..."
I specifically found a house so close, and I'm not visiting her. Don't tell her that I just wanted to have sex easily.
"I'm sorry, I should have asked your opinion first."
"It's quite nice here. I don't have any objections. By the way, that..." Ran Long felt a little uncomfortable holding back and decided to get straight to the point. "I know Yu Le is Chang Yu Qing. Song Song told me so."
"Yeah." Qiu An responded indifferently, seeming to have no interest in this topic.
Ranlong wondered where the man who scolded her righteously that day had gone.
After a long silence, Qiu An seemed to wake up from a dream. He frowned and asked her, "You haven't met Chang Yuqing again, right?"
Seeing Qiu An, who had been worried like an old mother, come back, Ran Long felt relieved and said, "Of course I didn't. It was you who met her, right? It was even on the hot search, did you know that?"
"I know."
Ranlong asked, "Did you go to her because of my matter?"
Qiu An opened her mouth, hesitant. The answer was clearly "yes" or "no," but when she thought about it, it felt like the trolley problem.
"Qian, I believe you."
Ranlong hesitated for a moment, then reached out and covered the back of Qiu An's hand. His fingertips passed over the tiger's mouth and touched Qiu An's palm.
She noticed that Qiu An's palms were sweaty.
What is she nervous about? Me?
"I believe you, Qiu An." Ran Long repeated, "I know who did it about Ran Cheng and the video. I'm sorry, I never believed your explanation. And the role in Half Life, I know, you didn't steal it. You're better than me, and you deserve it. And, later, Chang Yuqing wanted to support me, but I refused... If I believed you, and told you about this earlier, you would know, I would know that it was she who cut off my resources, the one who hurt me, and it had nothing to do with you... It's all my fault, I was too suspicious, I was blinded by all those messed up things, by the interests, can you, can you..."
Can you forgive me?
Qiu An looked at her calmly, his eyes as deep as the universe and full of thoughts and twists.
Ranlong tried to look back, tried to interpret, but unfortunately she was so clumsy that she could only wait quietly for Qiu An's response, as if waiting for the judgment to come.
Qiu An said that she had never lied to her and never took advantage of her, and every word she said was sincere.
But she explained again and again, but Ranlong never listened.
How could she not listen, how could she not believe it? She even beat her and insulted her because of her misunderstanding...
She once said that Qiu An was unbearable, but in fact, it was always her who was unbearable and ugly.
Obviously that was Qiu An, the one who would never hurt her and was always good to her...
The guilt was so deep that the words to beg for forgiveness were on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't say them.
After a while, Qiu An carefully took a breath, exhaled gently, and asked softly, "Do you really believe me?"
Even if I tried my best to suppress it, I couldn't stop the trembling of the last note.
Even after all this, why was she still so concerned about this? Shouldn't she be feeling wronged, mocking her, laughing at her, questioning her, and then slapping her in the face? Why was she still so humble...
Ranlong felt depressed, so he took Qiu An's hand and hugged her in his arms.
Qiu An is very thin and his shoulders are not broad. Despite his small body, he can hold her sideways, endure so many grievances and misunderstandings, and still treat her well all the time.
What reason did she have to not believe her?
Is there any reason not to like her?
"Well, I believe you. I won't doubt you anymore. I will always believe in you."
"Thanks."
Qiu An's voice whispered softly in the crook of her neck, tickling her.
Ranlong endured the itch and said awkwardly, "Why are you saying thank you? I'm the one who came to apologize... You're such a disgusting person."
"Do you hate me?"
"No, no, oh no! Why is it always like this!"
Ranlong was anxious and was about to explain that he didn't mind it, but he felt the person in his arms trembling secretly.
As if laughing.
She pulled Qiu An's shoulders and pulled the person who was clinging to her away, and saw that he was indeed laughing!
"Alright, you're playing dumb, right? Are you kidding me?"
Ranlong took advantage of the situation and attacked Qiu An's weakest parts: his armpits, waist, abdomen and neck.
Qiu An's body was sensitive, with itchy spots all over. She had nowhere to escape and could only shrink into the corner of the sofa.
Since Qiu An understood this and even teased her, she must have understood the previous sarcastic comments about her being "good at taking jokes."
So Ran decided to settle all the old and new scores together, kicked off his slippers, knelt on the sofa and refused to let her go.
However, the edge of the sofa was very slippery, and Ranlong fell down because he couldn't kneel firmly.
Qiu An's delicate but flushed face suddenly enlarged in front of her eyes.
Almost kissing her again.
Qiu An was startled by her sudden movement and subconsciously reached out to protect Ranlong's body to prevent her from falling.
Her beautiful eyes blinked slightly, and her gaze casually glanced at her stained lips.
It was just caught by Ranlong.
Ranlong looked straight into her eyes, and this time they were not like the universe or a puddle, but were filled with simple, clear expectations.
She swallowed softly, pursed her lips, and looked at Qiu An.
Having kissed so many times, Ranlong was confident that she could place a kiss accurately without having to look deliberately.
So, do you want to kiss?
Qiu An looked at her mouth and wanted to kiss her, right?
But, the person Qiu An saw at this moment, was it her or her lover?
Ranlong exhaled cautiously, afraid that the breath that was too close would disturb her, but at the same time he greedily wanted to absorb her breath.
Perhaps it was because he didn't drink much, or perhaps it was because he was a good alcoholic, but when their noses were almost touching, Ran Long could smell a faint scent of alcohol in Qiu An's breath.
The breath flowed and lingered in the gap between the opposing nose tips, not very far, but not so close as to be natural.
After a stalemate, no one took any further action.
Ranlong came to her senses first. She propped herself up on the sofa and sat back down calmly, concerned about the people around her: "Are you okay? Did I bump into you?"
"I'm fine."
"By the way, I misunderstood you before and hit you. It hurt, right? They all said that you didn't show up for several days because you were injured by me."
As Ranlong spoke, she couldn't help but raise her hand and stroke Qiu An's face. It was as soft and smooth as tofu. She couldn't believe how she could have done that.
She was angry at the time and didn't remember how much strength she used afterwards, but it must have been not very light.
"The netizens are just making wild guesses. I'm fine. You were actually very gentle." Qiu An held Ranlong's hand that was wandering on her face. "Besides, it happened several years ago. It wouldn't hurt now if it hurts."
Ranlong's fingertips were wrapped in Qiu An's hand and gently stroked.
Her thumb traced the outline of her painted nail, the pad of her finger lightly pressing the tip of her nail.
It seems like he is evaluating the length of her nails to see if it is suitable...
wrong.
If you have a guilty conscience, you will see something fishy in everything you see.
Ranlong swallowed and quietly withdrew his hand.
She wanted to watch TV to ease the embarrassment, but when she looked up, she saw the two people on the TV kissing passionately, looking disheveled.
…
Isn't this the first episode? How did they kiss?
Kissing so early? What happens next?
Is such a vulgar story about having sex first and then having sex qualified to be adapted into a film or TV series?
"Ahem..." Ranlong hid the remote control beside his legs and pretended to move his butt carelessly while pressing the button, "Ah, I accidentally sat on it."
Qiu An gave a smile that showed he knew everything but was unwilling to expose it, straightened his clothes, and sat closer to Ran Long.
Ranlong felt the dent in the sofa nearby, and he changed the channel and coughed in a pretentious manner, quietly moving closer to Qiu An.
Now, the two of them are very close.
The slightest movement of the hands will cause the arms to rub against each other.
So Ranlong tore open the packaging of the sunflower seeds snack that had been left aside.
Now she knows the charm of cracking melon seeds.
Every time you knock one, you have to throw away the shell.
Every time you throw a shell, you will hit Qiu An.
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