All of a sudden, Han Qing kissed her. The world went silent, and everything was quiet. All that was left was the heartbeat that pounded from the surge of emotions. Thump… Thump, thump…
Yan felt as though her heart was about to leap out of her chest, slamming against her ribcage wildly like a small deer. Her hands were raised high above her head, and at this moment, even her fingertips were trembling. Undeniably… Undeniably, she was the one who was so bold and audacious in her speech and provoked him, so it was too late to be scared now. However, while she was scared, there wasn’t a shred of regret within her.
As a probable result of the drug, Han Qing’s thin lips were extremely hot to the point that they almost scalded her. In the beginning, she was a tad nervous, but she later gradually closed her eyes under his guidance. His kisses were like fire, searing her on the lips, forehead, nose, chin, neck… She gradually fell into a trance of ecstasy. The heat spread from her neck to her shoulders. Just as she thought that everything would happen naturally and develop smoothly, a weight was suddenly lifted off her body, all the sensation and warmth disappearing in a puff of smoke. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw him pulling the covers over and draping them over her.
“Huh?” Yan didn’t understand what was happening, and she looked at him in mild bafflement. “W-What are you doing?”
Glancing at her, Han Qing glimpsed her sultry gaze, the tint of luster on her lips, and the marks he left on her fair neck. Intense irritation welled up within him, for he’d distinctly restrained himself very well, but his self-restraint was shattered because of a few words and insignificant gestures from her. He stared at her for a long time, his thin lips pressed tightly into a straight line; it was glaringly obvious that he was suffering much in holding himself back. “Silly girl, we can’t do so yet.”
We can’t? What does that mean? Yan couldn’t understand, but judging from his words, he obviously wouldn’t continue. She wanted to flip the covers on reflex, but as though he’d anticipated such a move from her, he rolled her with the covers right away, wrapping her up like a burrito. She was thunderstruck.
“Stay here obediently. I’m requisitioning the bathroom tonight.” After saying that, Han Qing got up and left, leaving Yan stunned on the spot alone for a long time.
When she’d snapped back to her senses, she’d already heard the bathroom door slamming shut with a bang, followed by the click of the lock. At this time, understanding finally dawned upon her. She wanted to get up, but she was trapped in the covers. Having no other choice, she only managed to free herself by rolling once, upon which she swiftly raced to the bathroom door. Two steps in, however, she realized that her outer garment had been pushed up, and even the hooks on her bra had been unhooked. Recalling everything that had transpired earlier, her face flushed, and she hastily fixed her appearance before walking over to the bathroom. She twisted the doorknob, and sure enough, it had been locked. The sound of water running drifted out of the bathroom. As she pounded on the door, she hollered, “Come out! I said I’m willing, so why are you so reluctant? I’m a girl, yet I don’t mind. Meanwhile, you’re a man, but you’re such a coward? Han Qing, hurry up and open the door!” The only response was the sound of running water.
Yan was infuriated. Her face was stained scarlet, and while it was partly due to embarrassment, a major part of it was fury. They were already midway through, but he abruptly stopped and would rather escape to the bathroom to take a cold shower, claiming that they couldn’t do so yet. Although she’d never done it before, she at least knew what was involved in the process! They were already so close, yet he could still pull back without any problems. As her mind turned to how he was enduring the torment while the cold water rained on him, her heart clenched, and she wept as she hammered on the door. “Open the door! Say something, and answer me! Why can’t we do so now? I don’t mind at all, so are you so reluctant… because you have some unspeakable reason?” As she neared the end of it, her voice even carried a faint tinge of tears.
Suddenly, the sound of running water in the bathroom stopped. Tears were streaming down Yan’s face from her anxiousness earlier. As she pounded on the door, she was just about to speak again when the bathroom door swung open. As soon as the door was opened, she threw herself forward and hugged Han Qing without regard for anything else.
Han Qing hadn’t even had time to dry off the water droplets on his body, so he was at a loss when she hurtled into his arms.
Hugging him, Yan exerted all the might she possessed into this embrace upon seeing him lift his hand again as she said in a muffled voice, “Han Qing, if you dare push me away again tonight, I’ll leave this room at once, and you’ll definitely regret it!”
Han Qing’s hand that was raised stilled in midair. After a long while, his huge palm fell onto the top of her head, covering it gently as he stroked her. “You only know how to threaten me.” His voice was immensely hoarse, colored with a trace of exasperation and great exhaustion. “Where can you go now in the middle of the night?”
Snorting, Yan muttered, “Why do you care where I’ll go? If you don’t want me, then it’s none of your business.”
The voice above her head sounded all the more exasperated. “Who doesn’t want you anymore? Why are you always letting your imagination run wild?”
“If you want me, you wouldn’t have pushed me away at such a time and even ignored me.” As Yan said that, she raised her head and lifted her petite face to meet Han Qing’s gaze. “Tell me truthfully, are you suffering from some unmentionable disease?”
Han Qing was dumbstruck. The tips of his eyebrows twitched, and he looked at his own young lady speechlessly. He merely felt that it’d be an insult to her under such circumstances, but she’d actually managed to come up with such dramatic reasons, even going so far as to consider an unmentionable disease. Stretching out a hand, he pinched her cheek hard. “What nonsense are you spouting? Are you hoping that your boyfriend has an unmentionable disease?”
The young lady’s cheek hurt slightly from the pinch, and she instinctively wrinkled her nose as she countered, “If you’re not suffering from an unmentionable disease, why didn’t you continue?”
“You’re just too much.” Han Qing sighed in exasperation. Leaning down, he hugged her slender shoulders, his voice tinged with immense exasperation. “We don’t even have legal ties between us and have yet to collect our marriage certificates, so how was I supposed to proceed?”
Hmm? At first, Yan didn’t understand his meaning. After pondering for a while, understanding dawned at once. Flushing, she blurted something shocking. “A-Are you… proposing to me?”
Dumbfounded, Han Qing burst out laughing. Her thinking is indeed different from the average person. However, he’d indeed meant that as well. He wasn’t a person who easily fell for someone, and once he’d made his choice, he wouldn’t change his mind anymore. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have waited so long to reciprocate back then, and later, it was also because he could no longer rein in his feelings. When he’d decided to get together with her, he’d also made his choice.
Only after asking that did Yan realize how dumb a question she’d asked. After all, he was merely mentioning it casually and had no intention of proposing to her, yet she’d impulsively mistaken his meaning. How mortifying! This is embarrassing! She bit her lower lip. “I-I’m sorry… I misperceived it earlier. I—”
“Silly girl, how can this be considered a proposal?” Han Qing kneaded the back of her neck gently, his voice still as deep and hoarse. He, Han Qing, had only ever loved this young lady alone in his entire life, so if he were to propose at such a time and place, wouldn’t he be shortchanging her? A marriage proposal was something exceedingly important, so it required a grand gesture and meticulous planning at the very least.
