80 Chapter Seventy-Nine
◎I hope this hasn't expired!
In the first month after they moved in, Yu Jinyang was busy with training. Sometimes he slept in the bedroom, sometimes in the study or the guest room. The two of them actually slept together very few nights.
That's what happens when the landlord has too many rooms. Every day is like opening a blind box for Li Yingqiao; she'll sleep in the bedroom, wake up to find him gone, and then search for him in other rooms.
Actually, she vaguely sensed that Yu Jinyang was avoiding her. When she asked him why he wasn't sleeping in the bedroom, he said he was practicing dancing too late and was afraid of waking her up.
One night he was so tired that he slept on the sofa on the first floor, but Li Yingqiao knew it was just an excuse. There was also a gym on the first floor that had been vacant for a long time. He had it renovated before he moved back, with soundproofing and a whole mirrored wall installed, and the floor was also replaced.
I usually practice dancing there in the evenings.
Li Yingqiao was puzzled. Aren't breaking floor moves supposed to be loud? Why was he making no sound?
Once, Yu Jinyang forgot to lock the door, so she peeked through the doorway—it was true that the soundproofing of Brother Siyi's house was excellent, but it was also true that he fell several times without making a sound, and his toes instinctively pointed to the floor to absorb the impact and reduce the noise.
He's truly unafraid of breaking bones.
Li Yingqiao was both angry and heartbroken; he seemed to know that she wasn't sleeping well.
At that time, she felt that he really was like a cat, a cat that dared not disturb its owner. Even though he was the landlord, she thought she could just move out when Brother Si said he was coming back, but Yu Jinyang seemed really angry at the time, so she couldn't bear to leave.
But she also knew why he was avoiding her.
Every time Li Yingqiao wakes up in the middle of the night, she touches him, kisses him, and waits for him to respond slowly in his sleep, sometimes even asking for a kiss. As a result, Li Yingqiao falls back asleep peacefully.
He certainly wouldn't wake her up again, because she had to go to work the next day and needed to be alert.
Several times, after being woken up, Yu Jinyang could only stare blankly at the ceiling in the middle of the night, feeling utterly hopeless.
Li Yingqiao knew that even if she woke him up again, he wouldn't do anything. She searched through the landlord's bedside table but didn't see any family planning supplies.
Once, the two of them were watching a foreign art film downstairs. The protagonists on the projector were having sex, their intertwined bodies rising and falling in the light and shadow, and their intense breathing echoed seductively in the dimly lit living room.
This scene is so anticipated, it's almost unbearable.
Li Yingqiao, looking at the screen, suddenly asked, "Where did you hide it?"
Those watching this scene realized in half a second: where could he hide it? He'd never bought it.
Yu Jinyang pretended not to hear, staring straight at the screen, the cold light from the screen flowing across his even more stern face.
In the film's erotic and sultry atmosphere, he sat there upright and aloof, but Li Yingqiao found it more agonizing than the movie itself.
His arm was suddenly pinched, and he hissed in pain. He turned his head to look at her, his eyes calm, not swayed by her words. Then he smiled and said, "What are you trying to do? There's nothing at home."
"Why don't you buy it if you don't have it?"
"I have no money. You eat so many meals a day, how can I afford to buy anything else?"
"Yu Jinyang, are you sick?" She laughed in exasperation and pinched him hard. "There are machines that give out free family planning supplies on the roadside. If you don't have money, why don't you get up earlier and go stake out those places?"
Sometimes their banter was truly oblivious to the plight of others. Of course, she knew that wasn't his real reason. He simply wanted to wait for it to be public, for it to be legitimate, for the moment when everyone would offer their blessings.
Because Li Yingqiao once said: Yes, I never thought about having a relationship with you that would be blessed by both sets of parents, but I don't mind sleeping with you naturally.
This was the first time Yu Jinyang had been so angry that he was incoherent.
He felt like a bottle of red wine with a cork stuck in his chest. He couldn't completely suppress his thoughts and feelings for her, and it would be difficult to pull them out. He could only let those bitter emotions continue to ferment.
For him, a secret relationship doesn't count as a relationship, and love that isn't blessed by his parents doesn't count either—only standing openly and honestly by each other's side, accepting blessings or dislike, storms or calm, youth or old age, death and rebirth, counts.
In Sun Taihe's words, it's like making a relationship official; it gives you a sense of security, like tucking your long johns into your socks.
Li Yingqiao never wore long underwear since he was a child, so of course she didn't understand. She always complained that he was wearing too much, and sometimes when she was cold, she would snatch his scarf and shamelessly ask, "Meow meow, do I look good wearing this?"
Gao Dian said it looked good without thinking, so of course he said it didn't.
But she has always maintained a sense of self-worth: "That's because your scarf isn't pretty. My mom says I'm the prettiest."
Whenever this happened, Yu Jinyang would say expressionlessly, "Oh, really? But it's a scarf my mother knitted."
So, he and Tang Xiang passed by their family's small shop again.
Li Yingqiao was very clever. In order to get them to buy more things, she immediately raised her voice and said loudly, "Meow meow, your scarf is so pretty!"
Tang Xiang's eyes lit up instantly. "Qiaoqiao, you have such good taste! This scarf was given away with a thermos at the trade fair a couple of days ago. Everyone said it was ugly, but you said it was beautiful."
When Yu Jinyang saw the fierce glare she gave him as she left, he knew he would definitely get a beating on the back of the head the next day.
So he usually chooses to arrive ten minutes late at such times, waiting for Li Yingqiao to sit there obediently with her two little braids before slowly walking in.
But he couldn't stop her from launching a surprise attack during class, yelling, "Yu, meow, meow! You tricked me!"
All he could do then was twitch his lips and scoff inwardly, "So what if I mess with you?"
Yu Jinyang didn't find her cute at all back then. He just thought she ate a lot, was tall, strong, and stubborn. She was like an ox!
I can't even beat him.
When she grows up, I'll definitely give her a good beating.
Yu Jinyang continued kissing her intently, not knowing who made the first move, but neither of them could resist. The fabric of their clothes fell to the ground with a rustling sound, and he carried her upstairs to the bedroom bathroom.
The showerhead was on her head, and he would turn it on and off repeatedly. I don't know where he learned it, but when there was no water, he would kiss her, but when there was water, he would refuse to kiss her. No matter how much Li Yingqiao stood on tiptoe and pouted, he could only lift his chin slightly so she couldn't kiss him.
Li Yingqiao was soaked through, but his own clothes weren't much wet. She deliberately pressed herself against him, wringing out the water from her shirt and pouring it over him until his T-shirt was almost completely soaked, the fabric clinging heavily to his body, revealing glimpses of his abdominal muscles. Suddenly, he fell silent, looking up at her without saying a word, like an eagle surveying its territory.
After careful planning, she suddenly grabbed his neck and pounced on him, wrapping her legs tightly around his lean waist.
Two young, hot bodies pressed together, their breaths rising and falling, their lines colliding naturally.
Her heart pounded fiercely. Their soaked skin clung to each other, their breaths synchronizing. Li Yingqiao buried her head in his shoulder; his body was beautifully sculpted, perfectly proportioned, firm and sexy. The muscles of his back tightened under her caresses. She held him tightly, kissing his ear, her hands exploring his body restlessly, as if surveying her territory.
Yu Jinyang held her legs up, one hand around her waist, the other hand reaching to pull her head away from his embrace, preventing her from kissing or touching him. He tilted his ear, stubbornly wanting to hear an answer from her: "Why won't you answer the question I asked you downstairs?"
"Ask me again."
Is forty days long?
She bit his ear again: "In the blink of an eye."
"I'll make sure my ships and towers are reduced to ashes." He laughed angrily and pinned the man against the tiles.
"With a feather fan and a silk turban, he could turn enemy ships to ashes in the midst of laughter and conversation."
"Who wrote that on a high school exam paper? 'In the blink of an eye, the enemy's ships and forts are reduced to ashes.' He was just a proficient hand, and soon Li Yingqiao's breathing changed drastically. 'Can you stop being so stubborn? Look at the state you've created.'"
...
After completing one round of service, Li Yingqiao leaned against the tiled wall to catch her breath as her feet touched the ground. Her eyes, as usual, went from blank and unfocused to slowly regaining their focus, but today it was faster than usual. She looked at the man preparing to remove his completely soaked T-shirt and suddenly spoke:
"Yu Jinyang, I love you."
His movements stopped. Yu Jinyang had her arms raised high, her T-shirt stuck around her neck, so he couldn't see her expression. After a half-second of silence, he suddenly ripped off his shirt, grabbed her soaking wet back of the head, and kissed her passionately, sucking on her tenderly.
He knew it all too well.
No one is more calm and clear-headed than Li Yingqiao after the climax.
Li Yingqiao responded by hooking her arms around his neck. The dampness enveloped her eyes, and the mist spread across the glass, blurring their figures. Their breaths mingled, but their words remained clear enough to make one's ears burn.
"Is that okay? Hmm?"
Yu Jinyang asked again and again, but it seemed that only this one sentence remained in his mouth.
"Is it okay?"
...
As Li Yingqiao watched him take out a family planning product from the bedside table, a terrifying thought suddenly popped into her head, and she blurted it out:
"It's not your parents', is it? It's expired!"
"..."
Yu Jinyang carried her back to bed. Li Yingqiao's pajamas had been pushed up at some point. He looked down and said "Hmm?" with a question mark in his eyes, then buried his face in her neck and laughed, caught off guard.
He kissed his way down her neck, and almost simultaneously penetrated her:
"Can you please stop saying such discouraging things?"
[Author's Note]
Please, Your Honor!
Please, Your Honor!
Please spare me!!!
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