The sound of running water stopped soon after.
A figure walked through the mist to the sink, picked up the pajamas placed on the chair and stool, and then put them down again.
She recalled someone's forbearing eyes, and with her face reddened by the mist, she found a burgundy suspender skirt and bathrobe from the space, slowly put them on before walking out.
"I've finished washing." She glanced at Wen Qizhou, who was sitting on the sofa smoking, and walked to the head of the bed against his gaze.
Wen Qizhou hadn't noticed anything was wrong with her yet.
He put out the cigarette butt in response, went into the bathroom and washed it with her remaining water, using the water vapor to close the distance between him and her.
When he lifted the quilt and lay down on the bed, Chi Yue was so nervous that his whole body felt hot, and the sound of his breathing became extremely obvious.
"What's wrong?" He raised his arm and put it through the back of her neck, and then held her waist in an absolutely possessive posture.
"No...nothing."
"Did you do something bad?"
Chi Yue's mind buzzed.
She glanced at his smiling face from the corner of her eye, and the blush that had not faded from her cheeks spread to her neck, like a ripe peach.
The guilty look silently confirmed what he said casually. Wen Qizhou raised his eyebrows slightly and poked her cheeks with his sharp-jointed fingertips: "What did you hide from me?"
"I just... changed into a dress."
"skirt?"
"Yeah." Chi Yue's eyelashes fluttered twice, and even though she mustered up the courage, her voice sounded like a mosquito: "Do you want to see it?"
Wen Qizhou seemed to understand.
He lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on the delicate white collarbone that was not covered by the bathrobe, and his rational mind suddenly tightened.
However, she still leaned into his arms obediently, like a prey jumping into a trap, luring him as a hunter.
He covered the clavicle, his hands with prominent veins pushed aside the collar, and gradually he could see clearly the suspender skirt hidden under the bathrobe.
The jade-white skin intertwined with the red color, his eyes darkened, and he leaned forward to kiss the prey in his arms.
"It's beautiful."
A mute murmur reached the ears.
Chi Yue felt his calloused fingertips brush against her collarbone, like a fine electric current, sweeping through her limbs.
Her heart was beating fast and she was frozen.
After a moment, those apricot eyes suddenly widened, and a layer of water vapor quickly gathered inside. The crimson color that spread to the neck gradually spread on the skin, as delicate and beautiful as a blooming rose.
The light refracted by the lamp above her head penetrated through the gaps in the quilt from time to time, as if she wanted to pry out something, but was embarrassed by the overlapping figures, and repeated the light and dark back and forth.
She turned her face half sideways, pressing one ear so red that it dripped blood on the pillow, listening to the embarrassing sounds from the bed.
The other ear was completely occupied by his chatter and his unreasonable demands.
It wasn't until the middle of the night that the ambiguous atmosphere in the bedroom returned to calm. The light on the ceiling was completely extinguished after repeated inquiries.
*
It's approaching noon.
Wen Qizhou, who was the first to wake up, left Rourou Village with a satisfied look on his face and bent down to pick up the garbage thrown on the ground last night.
He washed briefly and was about to go into the kitchen to wash rice and cook when he suddenly heard the person lying on the bed calling him softly.
"Qizhou..."
Chi Yue, who woke up leisurely, opened her eyes, stretched out an arm marked with plum blossoms, and the moment he leaned closer, she climbed up his neck and rubbed against his neck.
"I want to drink water," she said coquettishly.
Wen Qizhou helped her sit up by her shoulders, poured a glass of water of suitable temperature to her lips, and watched her drink it.
He put down the glass and placed his palms on his willow-like waist. His eyes were not as crazy as last night, but only concerned.
"Does it still hurt?"
"Huh?" Chi Yue looked at him for two seconds, and suddenly realized what he was asking, and pursed her lips slightly: "It doesn't hurt anymore."
"Then you lie down and rest for a while." He bent down, kissed her forehead, and twisted the corner of the quilt for her.
After more intimate contact, their eyes looked at each other with overflowing affection. Just looking at each other, the air around them seemed to be filled with unspeakable sweetness.
But they didn't get tired of it for long.
Wen Qizhou was worried that she would be hungry, so he asked her what she wanted to eat for lunch, and then walked into the kitchen with the ingredients she gave her.
Because Xie Changxiao and the others would come over from time to time, they placed kitchen utensils, seasonings, rice noodles, potatoes, onions, ginger, and garlic in the kitchen.
He stood in front of the cooking table, rolled up his sleeves, washed rice and washed vegetables, then processed the ribs and river shrimps. While the rice was cooking, he quickly prepared two dishes and one soup.
The rich fragrance spread quickly.
Chi Yue, who was aroused by greed, put on the pajamas placed at the end of the bed, moved to the sofa and waited eagerly for him to come over.
When braised pork ribs, spicy shrimp and corn and winter melon soup were placed on the table, the aroma penetrated directly into her nose.
"Thank you for your hard work, husband." After calling her "husband" all night long, she picked up a piece of ribs and fed it to Wen Qizhou's mouth.
Hearing Qizhou raised his thin lips slightly.
Just as he was about to bite the piece of ribs, a knocking on the door suddenly reached his ears: "Qizhou, are you guys up?"
(End of chapter)
