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“Cousin!”
Qing Cang's voice was as deep as a thousand-year-old ice, paired with his cold, blade-like eyes. He seemed like a king of hell, exuding a strong chill from his entire being. Qing Han Qing had never seen this expression on Qing Cang before; at least, he had never shown such an expression in front of her. It was because of that woman. Thinking of this, Qing Han Qing bit her lip tightly, her hands clenched into fists, the knuckles faintly turning pale.
“Cousin, I hope this kind of thing doesn’t happen again!”
“Cang, didn’t you witness the whole thing with your own eyes? It was her who pushed me to the ground. Why do you look like you’re blaming me now?”
Qing Han Qing looked at Qing Cang with tear-filled eyes, her expression incredibly sorrowful. However, in Qing Cang's cold and indifferent gaze, she could no longer see a trace of the affection that once existed.
“Do you think I would be foolish enough to believe that your sudden call inviting me to your company was a coincidence?”
Qing Cang was not foolish; how could he not know what Qing Han Qing was planning?
Since he had decided to love Shen Qingyou, he would trust her and absolutely would not doubt or hurt her again like he did six months ago.
“Cang, you’ve misunderstood me. You really have! We grew up together; don’t you understand me? I wouldn’t even want to step on an ant. How could I become that scheming woman?”
The corners of Qing Cang's mouth lifted slightly as memories of the girl who stood under the cherry blossom tree smiling at him flooded his mind. He had always thought she possessed the spirit of flowers—beautiful and full of life—just like the cherry blossoms blooming on the branches. However, today, seeing her in front of him, hoarse and desperate, he felt that those days were long gone…
“Cousin, take care of yourself!”
With that, Qing Cang stood up and walked out. However, sharp-eyed Qing Han Qing suddenly hugged his waist tightly: “Cang, I know I was wrong. I know I was wrong! I was just momentarily confused. Please forgive me this once?”
Qing Han Qing cried like a rain-soaked pear blossom, her appearance making one’s heart ache unbearably. Qing Cang sighed heavily, putting away his indifference as he turned around and slowly pushed her away…
“Serene, are you okay?”
Shen Qingyou glared fiercely at Li Luo, feeling the pain from her fractured pelvis. Could she really recover?
"Serene, I'm sorry, I was wrong. If I had just tried a little harder back then, maybe I could have pulled you away from Qing Cang's grasp, and you wouldn't have been hurt!"
Mentioning Qing Cang made Shen Qingyou's eyelids droop. The familiar figure of him embracing Qing Han Qing flashed in her mind as she passed by the hospital room. Her heart felt a sharp pain that even surpassed the ache from her pelvis. Qing Cang, did you really believe her words?
After being pushed out of the operating room and not seeing Qing Cang's figure, Shen Qingyou's heart sank to the bottom. She was terrified; she was truly afraid of how deep the feelings between Qing Cang and Qing Han Qing were. If he really believed what Qing Han Qing said, how would she cope?
"Hey, woman, woman?"
Li Luo waved his hands in front of Shen Qingyou's face. "Isn't it just a fracture? There's also a concussion!"
Looking confused, as Shen Qingyou's vacant eyes gradually regained focus, she quickly withdrew her hands.
At this moment, the distance between their faces was less than twenty centimeters. The heat radiating from Li Luo enveloped Shen Qingyou. She widened her eyes, seeing Li Luo's enlarged smiling face in her vision.
"What are you doing so close? Back off!"
"Uh..."
Li Luo propped himself up and muttered to himself, "At least you still know how to curse; you must not have a concussion!"
"You’re the one with a concussion!"
Shen Qingyou shot Li Luo another fierce glare, momentarily forgetting that she was the injured one. She raised her fist, intending to swing it at Li Luo's chest, but the movement tugged at her wound, and a wave of intense pain surged through her. "Ouch!"
With a cry of pain, her brows knitted together tightly, and the face that had just regained a bit of color suddenly turned pale again.
"Hey, hey, are you okay? Are you alright?"
Li Luo looked at the sweating Shen Qingyou, feeling helpless as he gazed at her. He grabbed her arm, and without thinking, Shen Qingyou put it in her mouth and bit down hard. Then, they heard Li Luo let out a howl like a wolf!
Outside the corridor, Qing Cang heard the scream and quickly walked into the hospital room. Upon entering, he saw Shen Qingyou tightly biting Li Luo's arm while Li Luo was trying his best to endure it, his cold eyes locking onto her again.
"Serene!"
Shen Qingyou shivered all over, her gaze fixed on Qing Cang. Suddenly feeling a chill on her face, tears began to roll down her cheeks without her noticing.
"Hey, why are you crying? I'm the one sacrificing so much for you, and you're still crying? Shouldn't I be the one crying?" Li Luo had his back to the door and was unaware of Qing Cang's arrival until he noticed that Shen Qingyou's focus was not on him. He slowly turned around, and upon seeing Qing Cang, his expression instantly froze in shock.
"Have you finished comforting that young lady?"
With a smirk, Li Luo spoke to Qing Cang in an extremely disdainful tone.
Without even glancing at Li Luo, Qing Cang walked to Shen Qingyou's bedside. "Serene!"
A wave of sorrow washed over Shen Qingyou as she lowered her eyelids and softly asked, "Sister Qing, is she okay?"
"She's fine. She'll be able to leave the hospital after a few days of observation!"
"Oh!"
The atmosphere in the hospital room suddenly froze, each person silent as time passed slowly. Qing Cang and Li Luo sat on opposite sides of the room, each guarding their own territory, neither willing to be the first to retreat from this silent battlefield.
"Gurgle, gurgle."
Qing Cang and Li Luo exchanged glances. Who made that strange sound?
After confirming it wasn't the other, they turned their eyes toward Shen Qingyou. Shen Qingyou's face flushed with embarrassment as she buried her head lower.
"Miss, what do you want to eat?"
"Serene, what do you want to eat?" the two men asked in unison.
"I want to eat Yaoji's crab roe soup dumplings!"
"Yaoji?"
Isn't that across half of Jiangcheng? "No problem, I'll go buy it for you!"
Li Luo quickly dashed out of the hospital room in front of Qing Cang. After his figure disappeared, a smirk of triumph appeared at the corner of Qing Cang's mouth.
That annoying guy finally left his sight...
"Young Master Qing, I'm sorry!"
After Li Luo left, the atmosphere in the room became even more oppressive, making it feel difficult to breathe. Shen Qingyou bit her lip and spoke with difficulty.
Qing Cang remained silent, arms crossed, quietly watching her. Seeing Qing Cang not saying a word, Shen Qingyou felt an increasingly strong sense of foreboding in her heart; he must have believed Qing Han Qing's words and must hate her to death.
"Keep biting, and your lips will soon be torn apart!"
A low, slightly magnetic voice slowly rang in Shen Qingyou's ears, like a magnet drawing her downcast gaze toward him. Looking at the smile in Qing Cang's eyes, she suddenly felt as if she were being teased.
"Now you regret it, huh? That shoulder throw you did—how did it feel so smooth?" Qing Cang moved from the chair to sit on the edge of the bed, his face close to Shen Qingyou's. The smile at the corner of his mouth grew more pronounced. Suddenly, he reached out his hand and, treating her like a child, affectionately ruffled her hair. "Look at you being scared; do you think I would eat you?"
"Who’s scared?"
Shen Qingyou puffed out her not-so-full chest and looked at Qing Cang, her clear eyes full of defiance. She hadn’t done anything wrong; why should she be afraid of him?
Seeing her slightly pouting red lips, tempting and luscious, Qing Cang leaned in without a second thought...
"Ugh... ugh!"
Initially intending just to brush against her lips to quench his thirst, Shen Qingyou’s sweet and soft lips were like they had been coated in honey—so sweet that he couldn't bear to let go. He deepened the kiss until his tongue skillfully slipped into her mouth, savoring the sweetness.
"Mm... ugh!"
Qing Cang carefully avoided Shen Qingyou's injury while holding her delicate body close to him, lost in the moment.
"Cough... cough!"
Outside the door came two warning coughs. In a daze of confusion and passion, Shen Qingyou suddenly pushed Qing Cang away. Upon seeing Li Haoran at the door with a smiling face, she didn't know where to put her hands. Meanwhile, Qing Cang firmly grasped Shen Qingyou's hand and looked at Li Haoran, his expression seemingly asking, "Don't you know what 'see no evil, hear no evil' means?"
Li Haoran shrugged and said, "Hey, you two, this is a hospital. Even if you want to talk about love, shouldn't you at least close the door?"
As he spoke, he walked over to Shen Qingyou's bedside and noticed the position between Shen Qingyou and Qing Cang. "I forgot to tell you the most important thing during my rounds earlier: for the next year, you cannot have any intimacy!"
Shen Qingyou's face turned bright red, wishing she could bury her head under the covers. Was it really necessary for Li Haoran to be so direct?
Qing Cang shot a fierce glare at Li Haoran. With a pelvic fracture, did she really need to avoid intimacy for an entire year? "Hey, are you serious? If not, stop talking nonsense. I need to find an expert for Serene to reassess!"
Did these two men really have to discuss this issue in front of her?
"By the way, there's one more thing, Serene. You can't get out of bed for the next three months!"
Injuring bones takes a hundred days to heal. Shen Qingyou looked at Qing Cang with immense sorrow. Three whole months without getting out of bed? What about her basic needs?
Patting her hand gently, Qing Cang reassured her, "It's okay, it's okay. I'll take care of you!"
A warm current flowed through her body again, but he was just a big man; he could take care of his own meals, but what about everything else?
Seeing Shen Qingyou's expression, Qing Cang knew what she was thinking. A smile crept onto his lips as he leaned closer to her ear and said, "Don't worry; I'll provide full service..."
Shen Qingyou initially thought that living a life where everything was handed to her would be a wonderful thing. However, soon she realized that it was far from that; it was simply the beginning of a nightmare.
Two men stood at the door, staring each other down with tension in the air. Sparks flew between them again and again.
"You! Why aren't you going back to acting?"
Qing Cang stared at the super big light bulb that was as annoying as a fly that wouldn't go away.
"You, why aren't you going to the training?"
Li Luo was also waiting for this guy who was incredibly bothersome to him.
Sitting on the bed, Shen Qingyou looked at them, rolled her eyes, glanced at the white flower-patterned wall, and sighed. When would this life finally come to an end...
"Serene, this is the bone broth I specially prepared for you. Listen, this is the longest bone. Come, have a sip!"
Li Luo held out a spoon in front of Shen Qingyou.
"Serene, this is the pig trotter soup that Aunt Fang specially made for you. It has the longest tendons. Come, have a taste!"
Qing Cang blew on the hot soup and brought it to Shen Qingyou's lips.
"Drink mine first!"
"Drink mine first!"
"Why should I drink yours first?"
"Then why should I drink yours first?"
"I'm sorry, I'm full and not hungry. The door is over there; feel free to help yourselves!"
Shen Qingyou closed her eyes in despair. How could having a meal be so painful for her?
"Li Luo, are you here to cause trouble?"
Shen Qingyou opened her clear eyes and glared angrily at the two men who simultaneously offered her fruit.
"How can I be causing trouble? You got hurt because of me, so of course, I have the obligation to take care of you!"
It was only right; Li Luo was not an ungrateful person.
"Li Luo, you really don't want me to have peace, do you?"
"If I had such thoughts, then curse me to die in peace!"
"Li Luo..."
"Don't be angry, don't be angry. You're a patient now; being angry is not good for your recovery!"
"Li Luo, I command you to disappear from my sight right now!"
Li Luo looked at Shen Qingyou with innocent eyes, as if silently questioning her: Why him?
Qing Cang raised an eyebrow, looking smugly at Shen Qingyou. However, this happiness didn't last long; Shen Qingyou immediately pointed her finger at him and said, "You, get out too!"
The hospital room finally regained a moment of quiet, but Shen Qingyou couldn't sleep at all. When Li Haoran came to check on her, he looked at her dark circles with immense surprise. "Serene, what happened? Is the wound hurting so much that you can't sleep?"
Shen Qingyou shook her head in frustration, looking dejected.
"Serene, you really have some luck with the ladies. Li Luo and Qing Cang are both trying every way they can to help you recover. From what I've checked, your recovery is looking good!"
Yes, the recovery is good, but she has already gained an extra layer around her waist...
"If there are no other issues, you can be discharged tomorrow!"
"Discharged tomorrow?"
Is this painful period finally coming to an end? Are the people finally going to be liberated?
"Li Haoran, I want to ask you for a favor!"
"What is it?"
"Please don't tell those two that I'm being discharged tomorrow, okay?"
Li Haoran looked at Shen Qingyou in surprise, noticing her dark circles and the smile on his face grew wider. "Serene, you don't seem to be enjoying this at all!"
"Li Haoran, just laugh at me. I'm about to go crazy because of them!"
Shen Qingyou hung her head. Qing Cang had always been a rational and calm man, but this time he seemed stubbornly at odds with Li Luo.
Once Li Haoran left, Shen Qingyou took out her phone and called Haizi. Next, she sent Li Luo to buy pomelos and then sent Qing Cang to buy chestnuts. During this time, she had Haizi quickly handle the discharge procedures and then fled the hospital as if escaping...
When two men, one holding a pomelo and the other carrying a chestnut, stood at the empty hospital room door, they simultaneously shouted at the figure appearing in the corridor, "Li Haoran, how could you kick us out?"
Li Haoran silently cursed himself, turned around, and after glancing at the two men charging at him like furious beasts, quickly slipped into the elevator and fled...
"Haizi, I'm going to stay at your place for a few days!"
"Sis, why are you being so polite? That house was rented by you in the first place. But really, why didn't you tell me you were sick? I could have come to the hospital to see you!"
Haizi looked at Shen Qingyou with reproach, but Shen Qingyou felt incredibly relieved that she hadn't let Haizi appear in the hospital. At least now, she still had a temporarily quiet place.
The phone rang loudly, echoing her owner's anxious mood. When Shen Qingyou saw that it was Qing Cang calling, she answered. Immediately, Qing Cang's roaring voice came through: "Shen Qingyou, where have you been? Do you know you're still a patient? What if you get hurt again while running around like this?"
Even calm and composed Qing Cang had moments of losing his composure?
"Don't worry, Cang. I'm just staying at a friend's place for a few days. Once I can move around freely, I'll show up!"
"Friend? Which friend? Do I know them?"
"You don't know them!"
"Is it a guy or a girl?"
Shen Qingyou glanced at Haizi. How should she answer Qing Cang's question?
Silence? Hesitation? This only deepened Qing Cang's suspicions. Could it be that she wanted to disappear from his life again?
“Shen Qingyou, tell me where you are right now! Otherwise, even if I have to dig three feet into the ground, I will find you!”
A cold voice filled with a hint of threat echoed in Shen Qingyou's ear. With Qing Cang's abilities, he could indeed do it. With a helpless sigh, Shen Qingyou revealed Haizi's address to Qing Cang.
“Wait for me, I'll be there soon!”
After that, the phone line went dead with a busy tone. It seemed she was once again wasting her efforts...
Just as the call ended, her phone rang again. Looking at the screen, it was Li Luo. After thinking for a moment, Shen Qingyou chose not to answer, letting the phone flash continuously.
Again and again, Li Luo stood by the floor-to-ceiling window with a grim expression, repeatedly dialing Shen Qingyou's number. However, no one answered; it was always unanswered.
“Damn woman, doesn’t she know she signed a contract with me? If you leave your post without permission, I will deduct all your salary!”
When Shen Qingyou saw such a message from Li Luo, she sighed helplessly and still did not return the call.
Leaning her head against the car window, Shen Qingyou watched the fleeting scenery outside her eyes. The entire street was already decorated with lights; everywhere she looked, there were figures of Santa Claus. Was it already time for another Christmas?
As the taxi slowly stopped at the entrance of the area where Haizi rented a place, Shen Qingyou spotted Qing Cang's Audi A5. She recognized his car at a glance because he had a very unique license plate; although it was blue, the number was four sevens. For Qing Cang, seven was his lucky number...
Inside the car, when Qing Cang saw Haizi helping Shen Qingyou slowly get out of the taxi, a flicker of surprise crossed his cold gaze. Had Haizi really been released so quickly?
Seeing Qing Cang approaching, Haizi appeared somewhat nervous and anxiously looked at him. “Sister, let me help you carry your luggage upstairs!”
“No need!”
Qing Cang took the luggage from Haizi's hands and then picked Shen Qingyou up in a horizontal embrace. Passersby at the entrance couldn't help but cover their mouths and stifle their laughter at Qing Cang's actions, pointing and whispering about how open the behavior of today's youth was.
"Didn't the doctor say not to move around recklessly? Why are you being disobedient?"
Shen Qingyou, who had initially wanted to struggle, immediately quieted down upon hearing Qing Cang's words and obediently allowed herself to be placed in the passenger seat.
"Haizi, you can go back first. I'll call you when I have time!"
Shen Qingyou called out to Haizi, and then the car window slowly rolled up as the vehicle drove away, disappearing from Haizi's sight...
Shen Qingyou still vividly remembered this place. The decor was exactly the same as it had been two years ago—soft blue, lustrous white, elegant yet not ostentatious, romantic yet not lacking in mystery. The entire room exuded a restrained elegance; this was where Qing Cang had brought her back.
Qing Cang carried Shen Qingyou into the master bedroom. "From now on, you'll live here!"
"Then where will you live?"
As soon as she blurted that out, Shen Qingyou immediately regretted it, wishing she could bite her own tongue off. Qing Cang wore a charming smile and asked, "Where would you like me to live?"
"I, I, I?"
"You should rest well for now. Later, I'll call you for dinner!"
Just as Shen Qingyou was at a loss for how to respond to Qing Cang's question, he laid her down on the bed and covered her with a blanket. He was about to turn and leave when he seemed to remember something. He turned back, bent down, and gently kissed her forehead before leaving with satisfaction...
As the pleasant scent of lavender filled the air, waves of drowsiness washed over Shen Qingyou. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Qing Cang first went to a nearby supermarket, and after returning, he took off his gray wool coat, put on the apron he had just bought from the supermarket, and walked into the clean and spotless kitchen. He took out the brand new kitchen utensils from the shopping bag...
Before long, the kitchen was filled with the beautiful sound of chopping vegetables, like a concerto. As the faint aroma of vegetables wafted from the kitchen, Qing Cang's facial features softened; with a woman around, it felt a bit more like home...
Rather than Shen Qingyou waking up, it would be more accurate to say she was awakened by hunger, especially when she caught a whiff of the enticing smells drifting into her room. Her sleepiness vanished completely as she propped herself up with her arms and struggled to lift her body. Carefully, she got out of bed; although there was still a lingering pain in her hips, she gritted her teeth and found it within her tolerable range of discomfort.
"What is that smell?"
When Shen Qingyou appeared in the kitchen leaning on her cane, Qing Cang flashed a look of panic: "You... how did you get out of bed?"
While speaking, he hurriedly helped her sit down next to the table.
"Who told you to get out of bed?"
"You can cook?"
Qing Cang was concerned about how Shen Qingyou could get out of bed alone; what if she fell? Meanwhile, Shen Qingyou was surprised that Qing Cang could actually cook. Clearly, their topics of conversation were completely different.
"Since you're up, you should watch some TV; the food isn't ready yet!"
Qing Cang handed the TV remote to Shen Qingyou, but the allure of the television couldn't compare to his busy figure in the kitchen. Shen Qingyou watched every move Qing Cang made with astonishment. The aura he exuded seemed so mismatched with the pots and pans in the kitchen. Who would believe that a standard "rich and handsome guy" could prepare such an impressive meal? Just smelling the aroma made her mouth water. In that moment, Shen Qingyou had a fleeting thought: what exactly did this outstanding man see in her?
"Come on, sick patient, try my cooking!"
Qing Cang brought out the final dish: Potato Salad. Although this salad seemed simple to eat, it was quite labor-intensive to make—boiling eggs, steaming potatoes, cutting carrots, and so on. Given his personality, wouldn't it have been easier to just whip up a plate of cold tomato salad?
Steamed Bass, Braised Pork, Vegetables and Mushrooms, plus a pot of Old Duck Soup. Throughout the meal, Shen Qingyou hardly spoke a word. With one hand holding chopsticks and the other a spoon, she quickly devoured the entire bass, followed by three or four pieces of Braised Pork. After finishing, she grabbed some greens to cleanse her palate, then moved on to the duck head, duck feet, and duck neck—her favorites. At that moment, she completely forgot about the "Prince Charming" sitting across from her and abandoned her ladylike demeanor, revealing her true self during this meal.
Qing Cang watched Shen Qingyou devouring her food with gusto, occasionally adding dishes to her bowl. He wondered how much this frail person could actually eat. Lost in thought, Qing Cang suddenly chuckled, realizing his lapse in manners. Shen Qingyou felt a bit embarrassed but then remembered that this wasn't the first time she had lost her composure in front of him. Regardless, her image was already ruined, so she decided to go with the flow. Noticing Qing Cang's amusement, she brushed it off and continued eating. As she looked at the nearly empty pot of Old Duck Soup, she let out a satisfied burp; after spending over ten days in the hospital, she was thoroughly tired of the smell of disinfectant.
As night fell and Shen Qingyou continued to feast, the table was left in a tragic state. She stretched contentedly and then made her way to the living room to turn on the TV and watch leisurely.
This was what life should be like—so different from being with Li Luo. There, she lived a life akin to that of a workhorse: waking with the sun and resting at sunset; sometimes even staying up past sunset. Here, however, she lived like a pig: eating until full and sleeping until rested. Watching Qing Shao busying himself in the kitchen cleaning up after cooking stirred a sudden sense of guilt within her. She recalled seeing him solemnly taking an oath under the national flag on TV—a man so noble and sacred that he seemed untouchable. It was hard to imagine how his comrades would react if they saw him in an apron.
Shen Qingyou pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of Qing Cang focused on washing dishes. She then set it as her wallpaper; looking at his concentrated expression filled her heart with warmth.
"Serene, it's time for a shower!"
"Huh?"
Shen Qingyou looked up from the TV at Qing Cang, who had a white towel draped over his shoulder. "You should go wash!"
Qing Cang squinted slightly as a long-lost mischievous smile appeared on his face. "This is for you—to help you shower!"
"What? Help me shower?" Shen Qingyou stared directly into Qing Cang's eyes before responding slowly, "I’m not going to wash!"
"Are you planning not to shower for three months?"
Qing Cang's smile grew wider as Shen Qingyou finally reached her limit: "Qing Shao, aren’t you going too far? We’re not close enough for that step yet! If I don’t shower for three months, what can you do about it? You brought me to your house; I didn’t ask to come!"
Shen Qingyou put on an assertive demeanor reminiscent of a street boss; at critical moments like this, she needed to maintain her territory. This man exuded charm in every gesture; if she let her guard down even slightly, would all her efforts to stand out just turn into nonsense?
"Three months without a shower, can you really go three months without using the bathroom?"
...
Shen Qingyou opened her mouth wide, completely speechless. Is it possible to not use the bathroom for three months? Is she destined to be "honest" with this man?
Oh no, why didn't she think of this earlier?
Oh no...
"Qing Shao, is Sister Shen not ready yet?"
From the bathroom came Aunt Fang's voice. Upon hearing it, Shen Qingyou realized how could she forget that Aunt Fang lived downstairs?
She shot a fierce glare at Qing Shao. "Are you messing with me again?"
"Hey, isn't it your own wild imagination? Or is it that subconsciously, you really hope that the person who gives you a bath is me?"
"You!"
Being held in Qing Cang's arms, Shen Qingyou buried her head into his armpit...
"Sister Shen, you are really lucky!"
"Aunt Fang, don't call me Sister Shen, call me Serene!"
She is not from a prestigious family, so why does she need to elevate her status by calling everyone "sister"? As a commoner, she feels much more at ease when others call her by her name.
"Then from now on, I'll call you Serene!"
In the bathroom, Aunt Fang gently helped Shen Qingyou wipe her back. Since she couldn't exert too much pressure on her lower body, she could only stand there and let Aunt Fang give her a quick wash to remove the strong smell of disinfectant. She immediately felt much refreshed.
Wearing the pajamas that Qing Cang had bought for her, she stood in front of the mirror and examined herself carefully. The large size fit perfectly, and Shen Qingyou's face flushed bright red.
Sitting on the sofa, Qing Cang couldn't help but glance toward the bathroom, a smile spreading across his face. When Aunt Fang came out, Qing Cang immediately went to greet her.
"Cang, I only have a pelvic fracture; my legs are fine. I can walk by myself!" Dressed in a sheer silk nightgown, Shen Qingyou stubbornly refused to let Qing Cang carry her. Seeing that her hair was still dripping wet, Qing Cang couldn't help but scoop her up and carry her to the sofa. He rummaged through the cabinet for a hairdryer he hadn't used in a long time and began to dry Shen Qingyou's hair.
With a smile on his lips, Aunt Fang gently closed the door behind her and went home. The room was left with just Qing Cang and Shen Qingyou. Soft music flowed from the speakers, and outside the large glass window was a starry sky; the city lights were enchanting and dreamlike. The reflection in the glass showed Qing Cang's affectionate expression. Shen Qingyou swallowed hard, feeling the temperature in the room rise, a hint of warmth enveloping her. Soon, this warmth made it difficult for her to breathe.
Qing Cang's long fingers wove through her dark hair, brushing against her scalp. The sensitive cells were stirred by his fingertips, sending waves of tingling sensations throughout her body.
"In the future, remember to dry your hair after washing it; otherwise, you'll easily get a headache!"
As Qing Cang spoke, he put away the hairdryer. Noticing that there was no movement behind him, Shen Qingyou turned around and found him gazing intently at her.
"Is there something dirty on my face?"
She touched her face but found nothing.
"Are you feeling hot?"
Qing Cang looked at Shen Qingyou's flushed face, a mischievous smile glimmering in his eyes.
"I'm too lazy to deal with you!"
Shen Qingyou shot Qing Cang a glare and pretended to get up, but he pressed her down with one hand. "You can't run around without my permission!"
"I'm not your subordinate; why should I listen to you?"
The domineering man, Shen Qingyou, tilted her head defiantly, but Qing Cang playfully pinched her nose. "Do you think puffing out your chest will intimidate me?"
"You?"
For the first time, Shen Qingyou realized that without that Uniform, Qing Cang was quite the rogue.
Just as the two were nose to nose, glaring at each other, a sudden roar echoed through the air. The dark night sky was instantly illuminated by a shooting star, trailing a long tail as it streaked across the sky...
"Qing Cang, look quickly! It's a shooting star!"
Shen Qingyou was as excited as a child, tugging at Qing Cang's sleeve and shouting loudly.
"It's just a shooting star. Is it really necessary to be this excited?"
At nearly thirty years old, how could she still act like a girl? Seeing a shooting star made her this happy. Qing Cang truly wondered if her heart was easily satisfied.
Shen Qingyou shot another glare at Qing Cang. "You have no romantic sense at all! Do you know that if you make a wish on a shooting star, that wish will definitely come true?"
Ignoring him, Shen Qingyou slowly moved to the glass window, her hands tightly clasped together, hoping for the appearance of the next shooting star. However, the shooting star seemed as elusive as a stone; even with her eyes wide open like bells, the silent, dark sky did not reveal a single one. Was she destined never to have her wishes granted?
Frustrated, Shen Qingyou released her hands and turned around, only to see Qing Cang pointing behind her.
"What is it?" she asked irritably.
Qing Cang did not respond but continued to point behind her. Turning around, her mouth fell open in astonishment. Was that a meteor shower, brilliant and vibrant like fireworks? How could there be such a magnificent display of shooting stars?
"Hurry up, hurry up! Come make a wish, come make a wish!"
Under Shen Qingyou's urging, Qing Cang slowly walked to her side, where she took his hands and clasped them together. "Hurry up, hurry up! Close your eyes and make a wish!"
After Shen Qingyou closed her eyes, Qing Cang also shut his eyes and made a wish upon the vast meteor shower in the night sky...
When they opened their eyes again, the sky had returned to darkness.
"Hey, what did you wish for?"
"Who does something as boring as that like you!"
"Are you really not going to make a wish?"
"Really!"
"Really?"
"Really!"
"Haha, haha!" Shen Qingyou suddenly burst into laughter, "You're lying! Just now, I secretly opened my eyes and clearly saw you making a wish with your eyes closed. You still won't admit it!"
Qing Cang's face turned red as he looked at Shen Qingyou, who was laughing carefree. Suddenly, he pressed his lips against her mouth, silencing her laughter and forcing it back down.
"Woo... woo!" Shen Qingyou protested, but her flailing hands were caught by Qing Cang, pinned behind her head. He then pressed her body against the glass window, his tongue prying open her bite, plunging in deeply. Their tongues intertwined, entangled, unable to stop...
The prolonged wet kiss left Shen Qingyou's mind blank. Her body couldn't resist Qing Cang's passion. After her protests proved ineffective, she melted softly into his lingering kiss, leaning tightly against him, allowing him to roam her lips.
Feeling Shen Qingyou's softness, Qing Cang released her hands and lifted her face. His kisses traveled from her forehead to her nose and then to her sensitive earlobe, gently nibbling it. A wave of tingling spread through her body as if something had silently bitten her heart. Her hands instinctively climbed up Qing Cang's neck.
"Mm."
A soft moan escaped Shen Qingyou's lips, and the desire in Qing Cang's eyes deepened...
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