“…” You Ran remained silent for a long while before getting up, “I’ll go make dinner.” Shen Qian watched as You Ran left, his scent lingering around her, along with the slight tingling from where his teeth had just grazed her skin, causing her blood to boil and her emotions to spiral out of control. She wanted to cry but had no tears; if only she had wrapped her arms around his waist and not let him go earlier. If he had pressed down a bit longer, wouldn’t she have succumbed?
She got up, went downstairs, and quietly approached the kitchen. There, You Ran, tall and slender, was wearing an apron, his handsome profile outlined by the soft light, which tugged at Shen Qian’s anxious heart. Especially those focused eyes under his bangs that moved Shen Qian deeply. She knew she was hungry… it had been almost a month since she last touched her husband, and this was a rare good opportunity. She slowly walked up behind You Ran, hugged his waist from behind, and with a pitiful voice, she murmured, “Honey.”
“Hmm?” You Ran responded, then laughed, “Are you starving? It’ll be ready soon.” Shen Qian couldn’t smell any food, only the intoxicating scent of You Ran. Tightening her arms around him, she said, “I want to eat.”
“It’ll be quick.”
“I want to eat.” Shen Qian’s hand slipped into his pants, You Ran paused, then calmly turned off the stove, turning around with a raised eyebrow, “Right here?”
“Uh, if possible, I’d like to go upstairs.” Shen Qian glanced at the kitchen window, which was large and faced the parking lot, with too many passersby; she didn’t want to put on a show. You Ran took two steps forward, backing her against the counter, glanced at its height, and with a smile that seemed light but was full of meaning, said, “Food tastes best when it’s freshly cooked.” Without another word, he lifted Shen Qian onto the counter, and then… they had sex.
Summary of Shen Qian’s failed attempts at intimacy:
Shen Qian realized her desperate attempts at intimacy were not worth risking her life. Especially when she was trying to seduce her lover behind her daughter’s back, the consequences could be dire.
Notes on Xiao You Yu:
Called You Yu, his mother said he looked like a fried squid face, hence the nickname You Yu. His lover, also his father, explained the name was due to an experience. He was born in the US. On the day he was born, it rained heavily, and after being born, he was moved to the nursery by a nurse. His mother, Shen Qian, didn’t see him until the third day when she could finally get up and look through the nursery window. However, she mistook another baby for her son, doting on her with tears and snot, saying to her lover, “Honey, our baby is so lively, kicking his feet.” Clearly, he was just lying there drooling. His lover looked at him, then back at the baby, his face filled with black lines, patted Shen Qian’s shoulder, and asked gently, “Which baby were you looking at just now?”
“The third one from the left.” She pointed to the girl next to him. It turned out she wasn’t mistaken or cross-eyed; she had been watching the wrong baby with love and joy all along. Realizing this, he burst into tears and started rolling around. His lover, in a deep voice, said, “Qianqian, look at our baby’s name.” The girl next to him was named Jia Yu. His name was You XX.
Later, to commemorate this incident, his mother named him You Yu. Initially, his lover didn’t mind, but later, when buying groceries, an aunt always called out, “A pound of squid, please.” As if he weighed eighteen pounds, shouldn’t it be eighteen pounds of You Yu?
His mother adored his lover, often wanting to sleep with him at night, cuddling and giggling, “Darling, let’s do it.” His lover would calmly start undressing and say, “We should consider seeing a doctor to make you forget this, I’m almost drained.” Then he would counterattack amidst the chaos…
Finally, when he grew to be three years old and could climb onto the bed, his daily job was to climb into his lover’s bed and sleep with him. His lover never refused, but his mother was very stingy, always finding ways to make him go back to his own little wooden bed. He would cry unhappily, fearing his tears, his lover would protect him in his arms, patting his head, turning away to sleep, ignoring her. She would mutter, “I shouldn’t have had him, he steals my man, my embrace, #￥￥%…” He would just listen and then fall asleep.
In fact, he felt his lover cherished his mother. She loved to eat, and although she was skilled in the kitchen, it was always his lover who cooked. His lover was very busy, managing a large hotel, but still took him along. His mother once suggested hiring a nanny, but his lover disagreed. His mother could have quit her job to be a full-time housewife and take care of him, but she refused, saying she preferred nurturing terrestrial animals over marine life. He didn’t understand how this was related to quitting her job.
