Chapter 77: What I mean is... just wearing an apron.
Song Mingli gently touched the side of his ear: "Eat something first, okay?"
More than ten hours have passed since last night, and she has used up so much energy in between. She didn't realize it just now, but now that it's mentioned, Ying Shixue realizes that she is so hungry that she doesn't even have the strength to lift her fingers.
The gray knitted sweater was already crumpled and wrinkled, with dried stains on it. The tie had been tied and then untied, so it was definitely unusable afterward. Ying Shixue only caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye before quickly looking away. An arm stretched out from under the blanket to grab the porridge, and there were still red marks on the pale wrist that had not yet faded.
The mattress sank slightly as Song Mingli sat down. Ying Shixue ignored him and focused on eating until the blanket was quietly lifted and something slipped inside.
The events of last night were still vivid in her mind. Ying Shixue's hand trembled, and she reflexively tried to hide inside, not wanting him to touch her. But then Song Mingli pressed down on her waist and hip bones.
"Don't be afraid."
The hand moved up a little to your waist: "I'm not going to bother you anymore, I'll rub your waist for you."
Ying Shixue looked at him with some suspicion, but Song Mingli did not make any further moves.
Warm palms skillfully massaged my aching lower back, which had been overused, feeling as warm as a hand warmer.
Song Mingli felt the suppleness under his hand gradually relax from tension, and finally even leaned towards him with a bit of attachment.
Ying Shixue's waist was very thin, something he had known beforehand. Due to his physical condition, he couldn't develop deep abdominal muscles, only shallow abs. His skin was delicate and elastic, and mostly flat.
Song Mingli watched as he scooped up the seafood porridge in the bowl without realizing it. When he ate something delicious, the corners of his eyes would involuntarily curve into a shallow crescent moon, like a not-so-friendly kitten, relaxing and revealing its soft belly for people to suck.
Song Mingli moved his hand and rubbed his lower abdomen with his palm.
An indescribable feeling came from there, and Ying Shixue almost dropped the bowl of porridge. He turned his head to look at him in astonishment, his bright black eyes wide open.
It looks even more like it now.
Song Mingli suppressed a laugh, lowered his head, and leaned closer to him, kissing him tenderly.
Ying Shixue had almost finished eating. He clattered the bowl of porridge onto the small table. Song Mingli leaned closer and pressed his hand against Ying Shixue's lower abdomen. Instead of removing it, Song Mingli repeatedly stroked and caressed Ying Shixue's abdomen with a hint of anxiety that Ying Shixue himself was unaware of.
This spot, which had been slightly swollen from being filled yesterday, was now completely undetectable. Ying Shixue leaned back further and further, finally snapping out of her daze when the other person touched a certain area, and pushed him away abruptly: "No...don't..."
"We're going out later...you just said you weren't going to do it..."
Song Mingli's large hand was still lingering on it, and he hummed in response, but showed no sign of moving away.
He then exchanged a hot, lingering kiss with her before finally pulling his hand out from under Ying Shixue's clothes, his voice noticeably lower and hoarse: "The clothes are by the bed. I'm going to take a shower first."
It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon when I went out again. Considering that Ying Shixue couldn't walk too far, I just walked slowly along the beach.
The wind ruffled her hair, and Ying Shixue squinted slightly, but her gaze remained fixed on the sea.
"...We might be able to see the sunset later."
Whether it's sunrise or sunset, the seaside offers breathtaking views that are rarely seen.
Song Mingli adjusted his collar and looked at the horizon where the sea met the sky.
The sky hung low, and the winding coastline stretched for hundreds of miles. The two stood side by side, the salty sea breeze carrying the scent of distant lands.
The idea was wonderful, but unfortunately the weather didn't cooperate. Less than half an hour after I finished speaking, a light drizzle began to fall.
The sunset was definitely out of the question, and most of the pedestrians on the shore had dispersed. Song Mingli took off his coat and covered his head with it, and finally, before the rain poured down, he found a rooftop to take shelter under.
They hadn't brought an umbrella when they came out, so they hadn't expected it to rain. Ying Shixue looked at him, who was unusually soaked and a little disheveled, and a smile flashed across her eyes.
Song Mingli noticed it immediately. He raised an eyebrow, grabbed the person's slender white wrist and pressed it against the wall. With a turn of his body, he stood opposite the person.
The eaves are narrow, so if you don't want to get wet, you have to stand close together. When two people look up or down, their pupils reflect each other's images.
I don't know who touched first, their noses lightly brushed against each other, and their lips gradually came together.
In the distance, a torrential downpour blocked out all other sounds, seemingly threatening to engulf the world, while they kissed under the eaves of a secluded place unknown to anyone.
The kiss felt so wonderful that Song Mingli was captivated and wanted to deepen it, when suddenly a clear child's voice rang out.
"kiss."
Ying Shixue suddenly opened her eyes and saw a four or five-year-old girl with two braids looking up at them with wide eyes full of curiosity.
"You two are kissing," the little girl said innocently, "and they've been kissing for a long time."
Two chubby, fair hands quickly covered her eyes, then peeked out through her fingers: "Shame on you!"
Ying Shixue's ear tips turned red instantly. Song Mingli coughed lightly, his expression unchanged, and took his hand off Ying Shixue's waist.
He leaned down slightly: "Why are you here all alone?"
The little girl stammered and then fell silent.
Presumably, she had accidentally gotten lost and wandered here. Ying Shixue squatted down to look her in the eye and said in a gentle tone, "Little girl, do you remember your mother's phone number?"
The little girl didn't answer the question. She bit her lip and thought for a while, then suddenly reached out to him: "Handsome brother, my legs are so sore, can you hug me for a while?"
With her chubby cheeks still showing signs of baby fat, and big, bright eyes looking at people with such a watery gaze, Ying Shixue guessed that she might have been walking alone for a while. There were no benches nearby, and such a small child would easily get tired, so she hesitated.
Song Mingli's forehead vein throbbed: "He can't hold you, I'll take you to find your mother."
Perhaps it was because of his fierce appearance and unpleasant tone that the little girl was frightened after he finished speaking and threw herself into Ying Shixue's arms.
Ying Shixue was thrown backward by her tackle, and steadied himself by holding onto the wall. He had never held such a small child before, and was momentarily at a loss. Song Mingli reached out to pull her out, but Ying Shixue hugged her and dodged his hand, expressing his disapproval with his eyes: "Don't scare her."
Song Mingli took a deep breath and took two steps back. Just as he was wondering what to do, a young woman holding an umbrella hurriedly came from the rain.
After closing the umbrella, she visibly relaxed upon seeing the person and opened her arms to her: "Guoguo, come to Mommy."
Guoguo's eyes lit up when she saw her mother, and she called out "Mom!" and rushed into her arms.
The young woman picked her up and tapped her nose: "You little rascal, you've been running off somewhere in the blink of an eye."
Then he turned to the two of them, and said cautiously, "I'm sorry, the child is too naughty."
Ying Shixue stood up from the ground and shook her head: "It's nothing."
She added, "Guoguo is very cute."
The little girl was clearly delighted and started humming happily.
The young woman chuckled, "You're here for tourism, aren't you?" She glanced at the weather, "That's just how the weather is in Seromil; the rain comes and goes quickly."
Sure enough, the rain has subsided in a short while and will probably stop soon.
“I’m going back now,” the woman smiled. “My husband is also looking for Guoguo. I’m going to send him a message.”
"Guoguo, say goodbye to your brothers."
Guoguo peeked out from her mother's shoulder: "Goodbye, handsome brother~"
She then looked at Song Mingli, her pale face scrunched up, and said, "Goodbye, fierce uncle."
The woman touched her two braids, and the wedding ring on her left ring finger gleamed silver with her movement: "Don't say that."
Ying Shixue smiled and said goodbye to her, but Song Mingli's gaze lingered on the ring for a moment, looking thoughtful.
Three days passed in a flash, and before we knew it, it was time to head back.
Even though the town didn't have any spectacular scenery, the memories it left behind were wonderful. When Ying Shixue left, he was a little reluctant to part with her. Song Mingli grabbed his hand, held it in his palm, and kissed it: "We'll come back again when we have the chance."
This person is very serious about everything he does. For example, when he says he will come again if he has the chance, he really means he will put it on the agenda. Ying Shixue did not pull her hand away, lowered her eyelashes, and nodded gently.
Fan Cheng was extremely busy, and he needed to personally oversee the cooperation and development of several projects. Sometimes, the two of them would only see each other once a week, in the morning and evening.
Autumn has passed and winter has arrived. After more than a month, everything is finally almost done. It's a rare weekend with nothing to do, so I can rest at home.
Even on her days off, Ying Shixue would wake up promptly at eight o'clock in the morning, only to find her bedside empty. Song Mingli had a habit of exercising in the morning.
He estimated the time in his mind; the other person would probably be back in a while. In that time, he could wash up and make a simple breakfast.
Someone regularly puts fresh vegetables and meat into the refrigerator. They don't spend much time at home during the week, so they knew it was the weekend and filled the refrigerator to the brim yesterday.
Making breakfast isn't difficult... Ying Shixue took out the ingredients she needed, planning to make a sandwich and toast some bread.
The sounds of running water and clattering knives echoed in the kitchen. Ying Shixue had already placed the dough in the oven, calculating the time, and it should be ready to bake in a little while.
This is truly a captivating scene. The young man with black hair and fair skin has shed his cold and unapproachable demeanor. He is wearing a linen-colored top, and the soft fabric of his loungewear makes him look gentle and youthful. The slightly open collar reveals his slender and handsome collarbone.
Song Mingli leaned against the kitchen doorway for a while, then walked over and hugged the person from behind: "What are you doing?"
A hot body suddenly pressed against her back, and Ying Shixue's hand holding the spoon trembled for a moment. After a moment, she calmed down and gestured for him to look at the sandwich on the plate: "There's also freshly squeezed juice and a few small desserts, is that alright?"
"Thank you, baby." Song Mingli kissed his cheek. The two were almost a head apart in height, which made it easy for Song Mingli to bury his face in his neck and smell his pleasant scent.
Thirty is the age when one is at the peak of their energy. Ying Shixue was about to turn around and grab a few cherry tomatoes when she suddenly felt something and stopped abruptly.
Song Mingli gently rubbed his beautifully shaped neck with the tip of his teeth, lightly sucking and kissing him: "Baby, do you remember, you said you would wear an apron and make desserts for me?"
Ying Shixue felt itchy from his breath on her ear and couldn't help but try to turn to the side, but he grabbed her waist and turned her back.
He leaned against the edge of the counter, saying, "Um...um, I just baked a few in the oven..."
Song Mingli smiled and bit his thin ear: "What I mean is... just wear an apron."
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