”Oh right, utensils! I’ll get them right away.”
”Wait—” 聿Qing tried to stop her, casually grabbing her hand, but unexpectedly triggered an unusual reaction.
”Ouch!” Xiao Yao cried out, quickly withdrawing her hand.
”Your hand?” 聿Qing reached out to her again. “Let me see.”
”No need, just a small skin scratch, it’s nothing.” She pulled back her hand, shaking her head, but ultimately couldn’t resist his insistence and obediently let him examine her hand.
”Why aren’t you more careful?” he said with concern.
”I was careful, but… being careful doesn’t always help. Sigh!” After sighing, she continued to list her series of “accidents”.
Burnt fish, over-fried oyster omelet, clams spitting sand in the pot, stringy green beans…
”I don’t know what happened. I followed the recipe exactly, but the results were always different. Though I did make sweet and sour pork ribs successfully.”
”Oh?” What about the finished product?
”When I was plating, I accidentally slipped and broke the plate…” The ribs’ fate was predictable – they’d gone straight into the kitchen’s big trash bag.
What a culinary disaster! 聿Qing laughed.
”So you ordered takeout in the end?”
”You knew?” Xiao Yao wrinkled her nose, immediately self-deprecating: “You’d guess I’m not capable of making such dishes. But I wasn’t trying to deceive you. It’s just that you suddenly arrived and scared me. I was planning to clean everything up so it wouldn’t affect your mood for eating.”
She was still considering his feelings? Thinking about how flustered she was inside while he was waiting at the door.
”Actually, you didn’t need to be so busy… we could just eat out since your mother isn’t here—”
”It’s different.” Noticing her hand was still in his, Xiao Yao didn’t want to pull away, instead covering her inexplicable flutter with a light-hearted tone. “It’s just a minor scratch, a band-aid will fix it. Don’t worry, I won’t use my fingertip as a side dish.”
This humor didn’t make 聿Qing laugh.
”I don’t want your gratitude. I really don’t. And… I don’t deserve your gratitude.”
He kept his head down, gently touching the bandage on her palm.
”Stone…”
His sudden gloom made Xiao Yao feel somewhat at a loss.
聿Qing looked up, gazing into her eyes.
Her concerned and worried eyes were like a dense net, firmly capturing him; the certain power rising in his heart suddenly erupted.
Guided by that force, he pulled her towards himself.
”Yao…”
”Hmm?”
Drums!
Xiao Yao’s heart began beating wildly.
”Yao, Yao…”
He whispered her name between her lips.
This murmur was enough to destroy her senses.
His face was so close, close enough that she could almost feel the light brush of hair around his lips, and with each soft call, he breathed a dizzying air.
But in a moment, she noticed something from her half-closed eyes…
Was the expression on his face… a struggle?
Xiao Yao didn’t understand, nor did she want to understand. At this moment, she only knew that being with him felt so wonderful, she wanted to continue this feeling, and even… she wanted more.
”聿Qing…” She mustered her courage, reaching out to touch his face.
At the moment a flame ignited in his eyes, she stood on tiptoe, bringing her lips close—
The moment her lips covered his, Xiao Yao wanted to cry.
You did it! You finally did it!
His lips were so soft and warm, her heart both sweet and sour.
For her, this was more than a kiss; it was a ceremony – the most pure and beautiful offering.
聿Qing was electrified, though her movements were clumsy and it was just a brief lip touch, it instantly made his passion boil.
At this moment, she let go of him and turned to leave.
Yue Qing reached out and grabbed the fleeing little woman, pulling her back into his arms.
He cupped her face without explanation, pressing his burning lips against hers.
“Mmm…” Is this what a kiss is like? Xiao Yao felt her bones turning soft.
Is this what Zhima meant by – scoring a base?
He sucked on her lips, his tongue diving into her mouth, sweeping against her tongue tip, enticing her to respond.
Again and again, they kissed each other fiercely, as if it would never be enough.
They both craved more and more…
His hand tracing along her waist and hips finally settled on her heaving chest.
Xiao Yao felt her legs going weak, clinging to his neck as if she might collapse at any moment… Suddenly, a cold sensation below made her legs tense.
He was lifting her skirt…
What should she do? She was so nervous, all her senses focused on his wandering hand, as if strange electric waves were transmitting with his fingertips…
At the moment his fingers slipped into her waistband, she trembled all over, her nails digging into his shoulders, crying out: “Stone…”
Her helpless cry suddenly pierced his eardrums, and looking at her panicked face, Yue Qing suddenly came to his senses.
Good heavens! What was happening?
Xiao Yao leaned against his chest, her heart racing.
She thought about his predatory passion just now… What if things had continued? She shyly realized she hadn’t tried to stop him at all.
Facing the current situation, Yue Qing made a decision in his heart.
He couldn’t predict how long he could suppress his feelings for her, but he was certain – no matter how things evolved, she deserved to be informed.
After the love dinner, Xiao Yao was cutting fruit in the kitchen, while Yue Qing leaned against the doorframe watching her quietly.
“There’s something I must tell you.”
“What is it?”
“I’m already engaged,” he said.
Xiao Yao froze. She stared at the cutting board, gripping the fruit knife tightly. What? What was he saying? Did he drink in the front hall? Or didn’t he know when to joke?
In a moment of distraction, she cut her finger.
Xiao Yao stared at her finger bleeding, completely unaware of the pain…
He belongs to someone else, this man is someone else’s…
”Go. I think it’s best if we… never see each other again.” The heartbreaking words finally came out of her mouth.
Watching his dejected back as he left, she quickly closed the door, hoping to block out her escaping sobs.
Sad days are not easy, but days will not stop because of this.
In the blink of an eye, Xiao Yao has been working at the Shao company for over ten days.
During these days, she thought she would collapse every day, but unexpectedly discovered she was still surviving.
That man had disappeared as if he had evaporated from the world, never appearing again, and she was grateful that she had finally restrained herself from bursting through his villa’s door.
It was time to get off work again.
Xiao Yao took the elevator to the underground parking lot, looking at the text message on her phone – after just two glances, she shook her head and gave a bitter smile.
Zhima, who had been visiting “martial arts masters”, had sent another “murder” secret recipe, reportedly able to make a “love scammer” wish they were dead…
But the person truly about to wish they were dead was Xiao Yao.
How could she tell Zhima? In the heartbreak recovery program, “forgetting” was a necessary surgery? She was desperately throwing herself into work, seeking busyness as a special medicine, but she was constantly being reminded…
It must be this way! That’s why she couldn’t forget no matter how hard she tried! Even the saying that time heals everything seemed to fail her.
She couldn’t forget him! Especially when night fell, the shadow hiding deep in her heart would rise again, entangling her even in her dreams.
