10. The pinker the fingertips
It was 7:30 p.m., and the sun had just dipped below the horizon.
Gu Zhao arrived at the rented apartment according to the address. The moment he opened the door, he saw his girlfriend, but unfortunately, she was the quiet, reserved type.
He's usually so optimistic and cheerful, so this is a rare sight.
He reached out and gently stroked the tip of her delicate nose, his clear, magnetic voice unusually gentle: "What's wrong? Who made you unhappy?"
Who else could it be?
Of course, it was Fang Zeqing, that stinky idiot who relentlessly harassed her with all sorts of unknown numbers for half an afternoon.
But she didn't want to tell Gu Zhao about such bad luck, so she simply shook her head and smiled at him nonchalantly.
"No, the food is ready. Come in quickly."
Seeing that she clearly didn't want to talk about it, Gu Zhao wisely didn't press her further and followed her into the house.
The rental apartment is very small, with a one-bedroom and one-living room layout, totaling no more than 30 square meters.
Fortunately, the homeowner is clearly someone who knows how to take good care of their home, as evidenced by the various exquisite murals hanging on the walls and the cute plush pillows on the sofa.
The overall decor is warm and inviting, with a touch of artistry.
At this very moment, on the small coffee table in the living room, several dishes that looked exceptionally appetizing were prominently displayed.
Gu Zhao glanced at it briefly, then raised an eyebrow slightly: "You did all of this?"
Ke Qi nodded: "Yes."
Judging from his tone, Ke Qi asked uncertainly, "What's wrong? Don't you like these things...?"
"without."
He said, "It's fine."
Ke Qi breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good."
She knew it; she had researched his preferences beforehand, so he shouldn't have disliked it.
She then went to the kitchen to get some rice.
During this time, he added, "Don't worry, Gu Zhao, I'm a very good cook. These dishes will taste just as good as what you'd get at a high-end restaurant. You'll see once you try them!"
After she finished speaking, she served the rice and turned around, only to see that Gu Zhao had followed her into the kitchen at some point.
"I have no worries."
He walked up to her, naturally took the bowl from her hand, and smiled faintly at her: "It was just a little unexpected, and..."
His gaze traced her ethereal beauty, and he couldn't help but reach out his free hand and gently ruffle her hair. "I think you're amazing!"
After saying that, he lowered his large hand, naturally took the other bowl from her hand, and turned to walk towards the living room.
Ke Qi stared blankly at his tall back.
Did Gu Zhao just praise her?
So, even something as simple as being able to cook is something to be praised for?
She couldn't help but smile slightly, and the annoyance she felt from being harassed today suddenly dissipated considerably.
Gu Zhao really is someone who can provide emotional value.
In comparison, Keqi suddenly realized that she had been eating terribly before.
After all, Fang Zeqing always liked to belittle and manipulate her, and he did it consistently.
Gu Zhao wouldn't do that, but...
"I'm leaving for Japan tomorrow for a few days," Gu Zhao said abruptly at the end of the pleasant meal.
Upon hearing this, Ke Qi's face immediately fell.
Yes, Gu Zhao really wouldn't discourage her. After getting to know her over the past two days, he could even be considered a very good romantic partner.
But the only downside is that, like Fang Zeqing, they are too busy.
Her good mood vanished instantly, and Ke Qi asked dejectedly, "Why do you suddenly want to go to Japan?"
Gu Zhao: "I need to handle some work-related matters."
Ke Qi said dejectedly, "Oh, I see~"
"Um."
Seeing her head drooping in obvious dejection, he said gently, "You won't be gone for long, you'll be back in about three or four days. I'll bring you some local specialties then."
Ke Qi pursed her lips slightly and remained silent.
Is she looking for local specialties?
No, she only wanted him.
After all, he was her breadwinner; if he left, it would mean she would go hungry again.
It's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. She's already been with him, and now he wants her to go back to the days when she was starving nine times out of three. It's too hard to bear!
However, similar situations are inevitable. After all, Gu Zhao also has his own life and freedom. She can't keep him by her side all the time; that would be too selfish.
So, all she can do right now is to spend more time intimate with him while he's still here, so she can replenish the energy she needs for the next few days.
Involuntarily, the words Pei Che said today resurfaced in my mind.
Yes, whether Gu Zhao is capable or not, she hasn't personally tested him yet, so she'll take this opportunity...
"Ke Qi?"
Seeing that she remained silent for a while, Gu Zhao asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Ke Qi snapped out of her daze, "No."
She suppressed her inner thoughts and smiled at him without revealing her emotions.
"Since you're leaving tomorrow, how about I give you a farewell dinner tonight? Let's have a couple of drinks together?"
They'll only be gone for three or four days, and will be back soon. To be honest, there's really no need for a farewell party.
But seeing the expectant look in her eyes, Gu Zhao did not refuse: "Okay."
Ke Qi smiled slightly: "Okay, I'll go get the wine and glasses. What kind of wine do you like?"
"Anything is fine."
"Okay."
Fearing he might change his mind because it was too late, Ke Qi quickly got up and went to the kitchen. A moment later, she returned carrying two wine glasses and a bottle of brandy.
Seeing this, Gu Zhao stood up and considerately took the glass from him, then casually asked, "Do you usually enjoy drinking?"
Ke Qi paused in her action of putting the wine in the glass.
Do you like it?
I don't really like it, but Fang Zeqing loves to drink it.
So when she had free time, she would buy some wine and put it in the kitchen cabinet so that Fang Zeqing could have a drink or two when he came over for dinner.
However, this was definitely not something she could tell Gu Zhao, so she simply said, "Well, I sometimes have a little drink when I'm under a lot of pressure from painting."
After saying that, he placed the wine on the table and said, "Wait a moment, I'll go get the bottle opener..."
Before the word "vessel" could be uttered, Gu Zhao had already casually picked up the bottle, and with a few twists and turns of his hands, the cap separated from the bottle with a "plop".
The whole process took less than two seconds, quick and efficient, without spilling a single drop of alcohol. It was so cool it made my heart race.
Ke Qi was stunned. In the blink of an eye, she exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, that's amazing!"
Her eyes sparkled as she leaned closer and grabbed his arm: "Gu Zhao, how did you do that? It's amazing!"
You know, this bottle cap is very tight and hard to open. She usually has to use a bottle opener and it takes her a lot of effort, but he opened it so easily with his bare hands!
"It's not difficult, you just need to use a little skill."
Seeing her look of curiosity and admiration, he smiled faintly: "Want to give it a try?"
Want to give it a try?
Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed in Ke Qi's mind, and she smiled and said, "Okay!"
After saying that, she immediately ran to the cabinet, grabbed an unopened bottle of wine, and handed it to him, eager to try it out: "How do I do it?"
"so."
Gu Zhao took the wine she handed him and patiently began to demonstrate the steps in slow motion, "Hold the bottle by the bottom with your right hand, and by the neck with your left hand, palm facing outwards..."
He explained things in detail, and Keqi initially watched quite attentively, but gradually, she became uncontrollably captivated by his hands.
He truly had a pair of hands that were as beautiful as works of art, Keqi thought to herself.
Her skin was as white as translucent jade, and her joints were slender and long like clean bamboo joints, with sexy blue veins distributed among them. When her fingers touched her fingertips, they were tinged with a little pink.
Youting and Shengsheng had told her that the pinker a man's fingertips are, the more...
"Ke Qi".
A deep, magnetic voice drifted over.
Ke Qi looked up and met Gu Zhao's ambiguous smile: "What are you thinking about?"
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