Chapter 33 033 Have you carried enough to take home?
A while later.
Chi Yingdong jokingly asked, "Have you carried enough to take home?"
"Mmm." Meng Qinghe's cheeks flushed slightly as she stepped out of Chi Yingdong's embrace.
She picked up her ID card and swiped it to open the door.
Seeing the girl stride into the house, Chi Yingdong smiled and curled his lips.
That's really ridiculous!
With such a timid heart, where did you get the courage to ask her to carry you?
Meng Qinghe opened the door and was immediately amazed by the interior decoration; the previous owner must have been a very romantic person.
Bohemian interior design evokes a sense of freedom, warmth, passion, and individuality.
A hand-woven wool rug is laid on the oak floor, and colorful cushions are casually piled on the rattan sofa.
Several exotic tapestries hung on the wall, and a uniquely shaped terracotta vase stood in the corner, containing a few dried lavender sprigs.
Meng Qinghe really likes this decorating style; it feels like home.
Her fingertips traced the surface of the table, which was spotless.
This shows that even if no one lives there, someone comes to clean it regularly.
Meng Qinghe walked towards the open kitchen.
A wooden cabinet hangs on the kitchen wall, filled with all sorts of brightly colored mugs.
A pink oven sits on the countertop under the cabinet.
Meng Qinghe squatted down and opened the cabinet.
The moment the cabinet door opened, a wonderful aroma of wheat wafted out. Inside, there were several unopened packages of baking supplies, as well as neatly stacked baking paper cups.
Meng Qinghe checked the product dates and found they were all still within their shelf life.
She was eager to try making cupcakes, as she only needed a few more eggs.
Egg Pool is in Yingdong Space.
But she wasn't sure if she could use these baking supplies directly.
Chi Yingdong noticed her hesitation.
Chi Yingdong took out some materials from her spatial storage that she thought she could use, saying, "Use them."
With Chi Yingdong's support, Meng Qinghe's eyes lit up, and he pinched the edge of the baking paper cup packaging bag with his fingertips.
"May I?"
Meng Qinghe checked it again.
But his fingers tore open the seal first.
Chi Yingdong leaned against the kitchen counter and casually picked up a mug from the cabinet to play with.
"Even if we have to pay a fee, we can afford it."
Chi Yingdong gave him plenty of confidence.
Meng Qinghe began preheating the oven, and the humming sound of the oven gradually filled the kitchen.
Then she began to prepare the batter.
Having not made desserts for so long, her movements were a bit rusty.
I tried adding cake flour and milk multiple times, but I still couldn't get the right ratio.
Behind him, Chi Yingdong suddenly asked, "Did you often do these things before?"
Meng Qinghe paused for a moment, then gently shook his head.
"Grandma has bad teeth, but she likes to eat small cakes, so I sometimes make some for her. But I only know how to make some simple ones."
Chi Yingdong clearly noticed that Meng Qinghe's mood became depressed when she mentioned her grandmother.
Her hand holding the mug tightened for a moment.
He then put down his cup, walked behind Meng Qinghe, and wrapped his arms around her from both sides to hold her hands: "The batter is too thin."
The sudden closeness made Meng Qinghe hold her breath.
Chi Yingdong's chest was pressed against her back, and his warm breath brushed against her earlobe as he spoke.
"Then let's add some more high-gluten flour."
She stammered as she spoke, completely unaware that her voice had changed tone.
"No need, this is fine." Chi Yingdong rested his chin on Meng Qinghe's shoulder. "It might be even softer if it's baked like this."
The oven made an untimely noise, indicating that it was preheated, and this noise broke the ambiguous atmosphere.
Meng Qinghe practically jumped out of Chi Yingdong's arms.
"I'll go prepare the paper cups."
Meng Qinghe stood half a meter away from Chi Yingdong and placed the paper cups one by one on the tray.
Chi Yingdong approached with the egg yolk mixture in his bowl, the rim still bearing traces of unmixed pale yellow.
Meng Qinghe's breath hitched, and he spinelessly took two steps to the side.
"I'll go get the oven mitts, you pour the egg yolk mixture."
She spinelessly dodged again.
Chi Yingdong watched Meng Qinghe scurry away like a startled rabbit, shrugged helplessly, and with a slight tilt of his wrist, slowly poured the egg yolk mixture into the paper cup.
Meng Qinghe stood in front of the oven, her fingertips unconsciously gripping the edge of the oven mitt.
She took them off and put them back on, then put them back on and took them off again, until the tips of her ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.
Chi Yingdong poured the egg yolk mixture, but Meng Qinghe had not yet returned.
From her angle, Meng Qinghe's neck was red, and a triumphant smile curled at the corner of her lips.
Chi Yingdong lazily reminded him, "I'm ready."
"Okay, okay, I'm coming right away."
Meng Qinghe seemed to wake from a dream, carefully picked up the tray, and placed it in the oven.
It will take ten minutes for the cake to bake.
Chi Yingdong glanced at Meng Qinghe, who still refused to look her in the eye, and deliberately dragged out her words: "Shall I go tidy up the room?"
Meng Qinghe nodded vigorously, wishing he could push Chi Yingdong out of the kitchen immediately.
She needed some space to calm her heartbeat.
Ten minutes later.
"bite--"
The oven emitted a crisp beep.
Meng Qinghe put on gloves and took out the baking tray.
The cupcakes were golden and fluffy, with wisps of steam rising from their cracks.
Meng Qinghe couldn't resist picking one up, wanting to try it first, but her fingertips were burned and she subconsciously pulled back.
After a while, the cake cooled down, and Meng Qinghe had just torn open the paper cup to take a bite when she turned around and bumped into Chi Yingdong, who had returned at some point.
"Want to try some?"
Meng Qinghe instinctively raised the cake, trying to hide her panic.
"Okay." Chi Yingdong didn't reach out to take it, but instead lowered his head and took a bite out of her hand.
"The sweetness is just right."
She commented, licking the cake crumbs off her lips with the tip of her tongue.
This action made Meng Qinghe's heart skip a beat.
Meng Qinghe stammered, "I'm glad you like it. I'm a little sleepy and want to go to sleep first."
Originally, it was just an excuse she made to escape the scene, but once she said it, sleepiness really overwhelmed her.
After a long day of running around, she was really tired.
With her eyelids growing heavier, Meng Qinghe let out a small yawn.
"Go to sleep." Chi Yingdong took the half-eaten cake from Meng Qinghe's hand. "Your room is on the second floor. The one with a Hello Kitty picture on the door is your room."
Chi Yingdong's statement contains a lot of information.
Meng Qinghe asked instinctively, "Aren't we sleeping in the same room?"
Chi Yingdong raised an eyebrow, his eyes showing interest.
"If you'd like, we can have another bedroom."
Her voice drew Meng Qinghe back into his memories.
Let's go back to the night she turned back into a human and slept in the same bed with Chi Yingdong.
That night, Chi Yingdong went to bed on time.
She tossed and turned, counting thousands of sheep, but still couldn't fall asleep.
My emotions are too numerous and complex.
She was overjoyed to have become human, but also troubled about how to get along with Chi Yingdong.
Even though they've known each other for a very long time, they're still in different forms.
She didn't know whether she was a stranger or a familiar person to Chi Yingdong, nor did she know how the two of them should interact in the future.
Unable to sleep, Meng Qinghe simply gave up resisting and stared at Chi Yingdong.
She began to recall what she was thinking when she created the character Chi Yingdong, and why she didn't give her a happy ending.
However, she has not been able to come to a conclusion.
She then shifted her attention and began to marvel at how good-looking Chi Yingdong was.
She truly deserves to be called the most beautiful and vicious female supporting character in her works; every feature of her face perfectly matches her aesthetic.
Her eyes are beautiful, her nose is beautiful, and her mouth is even more beautiful.
As if possessed, Meng Qinghe secretly kissed Chi Yingdong's lips.
At first, their lips and fingertips touched lightly, but she gradually became dissatisfied with that and began to rub her lips together with her teeth.
She couldn't help but close her eyes and savor the sensation.
It's soft and bouncy, with a wonderful texture, like eating pudding.
She gradually became addicted to it.
So much so that they didn't know when Chi Yingdong opened his eyes.
Even when her eyes met Chi Yingdong's, Meng Qinghe's gaze remained unfocused, as if the other had easily taken the initiative.
Chi Yingdong deepened the kiss.
Her fingertips traced the fabric, lingering on Meng Qinghe's waist and abdomen.
Meng Qinghe's breathing became slightly sluggish, and a tingling sensation spread like ripples, causing her to unconsciously move closer to the other person.
She closed her eyes, letting Chi Yingdong's lips linger and wander.
The kisses traveled down her neck.
Meng Qinghe tilted her head back, her fingers gripping the fabric on the other person's shoulder.
A strange feeling brought tears to the corners of her eyes.
She seemed to see a flower, with a hardworking bee perched on its stamen, gathering nectar.
She desperately wanted more.
However, no matter how much she pleaded or begged, Chi Yingdong ignored her and turned to go to the restroom.
Meng Qinghe stared blankly at Chi Yingdong's retreating figure.
What was tonight all about? It seemed like they did something very intimate, but then again, it didn't.
Her eyelids grew heavy, and she fell asleep.
I woke up the next day.
Meng Qinghe was completely naked, and her memory of last night was already blurred.
She couldn't remember whether Chi Yingdong or she had unbuttoned her pajamas.
But she knew that she had taken the initiative first, that she had spoken first.
Hearing Chi Yingdong come out of the bathroom, Meng Qinghe pretended to be asleep, unsure how to explain her actions.
Pretending to be asleep, she actually fell asleep.
Meng Qinghe was absent-minded all day.
She finally mustered up the courage to talk to Chi Yingdong about it, but he seemed to ignore it and didn't seem to care about it at all.
Gradually, she stopped mentioning it and acted as if nothing had happened.
However, she was a restless sleeper, always hanging on Chi Yingdong when she woke up.
"Is it a willingness or a reluctance?"
Meng Qinghe remained silent for a long time, so Chi Yingdong urged him on.
Meng Qinghe snapped out of her reverie and met Chi Yingdong's smiling eyes, unsure whether it was due to competitiveness or something else.
She said, "I'm fine with it as long as you don't mind my sleeping posture."
"You have a bad sleeping posture."
Chi Yingdong softly repeated Meng Qinghe's words, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.
She slowly approached, gently lifting Meng Qinghe's chin with her fingertips, forcing him to look her in the eye.
"You have a bad sleeping posture?" Chi Yingdong lowered his head, his warm breath brushing against Meng Qinghe's cheek. "Do you mean you'll cling to me like an octopus in the middle of the night, or...?"
Her fingertips slid down her slender neck, lingered on her collarbone for a moment, and finally pressed against that soft, undulating area through the fabric.
"Or do you mean you'll do something secretly?"
Meng Qinghe's face instantly flushed, even the tips of her ears turned crimson.
She retreated in a panic, but the cold kitchen counter pressed against her lower back, leaving her with nowhere to go.
“We’re all adults, just helping each other with our physical needs. Besides… it’s not like we haven’t gone all the way.” Meng Qinghe’s voice trembled, and her fingers unconsciously tightened around the hem of her clothes.
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