Chapter 102 : Short Hair Pricks People

Recently, the temperature has dropped sharply, but the cold air inside the room has been overtaken by an undeniable heat.

Clothing was scattered all over the floor, and Liang Qingqing’s gaze was dreamy, her beautiful brows slightly furrowed. Her fingers were tangled in his hair, which he had just cut a few days ago. It felt prickly to the touch, and the irritation was even more intense against her skin, especially in the more sensitive areas.

Unconsciously, she tried to pull away, hoping to escape the unbearable situation, but her waist was firmly held by him. Not only was escaping impossible, even moving slightly became a distant hope.

Her smooth, fair chin tilted slightly upward, revealing her slender neck. Her lips parted with restrained gasps, her fingertips curled up, moving from his hair to his shoulders. Without any clothing on him, the definition of his muscular lines was clearly visible as he exerted force.

As the intensity increased, bizarre and fantastical images flashed through her mind. A white light blinked, and she eventually remembered nothing except the shimmering water at the corners of his lips when he looked up. This made her so shy that she buried her flushed face into the pillow.

He was unwilling to let her go, insisting on making her meet his gaze. His eyes were dark and intense, as if he were seeking a reward.

Liang Qingqing was still caught in the aftermath of the moment, her long hair disheveled, her cheeks flushed with a hint of pink. His fingers were toying with her delicate chin, while her chest heaved violently as he alternately kneaded it with varying pressure.

It was indeed a picturesque, tender scene.

“I…” She looked at his expectant eyes, bit her lip, and shyly managed to say, “I think it’s quite good.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a low, hoarse laugh came from beside her ear. Instantly, her whole body was suffused with a deep blush. Embarrassed and angry, she kicked at him, “Get out.”

The moment her foot moved, he easily caught it.

Hearing her words, Fan Yanxing was not at all upset. Instead, he smirked and then kindly started massaging her, teasing, “Still have the energy, huh?”

“You worry about whether I have energy.” Liang Qingqing huffed defiantly, her legs trembling. How could he not know her current state? Wasn’t he the one responsible for it?

Fan Yanxing clicked his tongue and bit her lip, “Heartless little thing.”

His movements were swift and forceful. Liang Qingqing could not avoid them and was forced to taste the sweetness and saltiness of his lips. She turned her head slightly in distaste, her fox-like eyes misty and alluring, unknowingly seductive.

This scene amused Fan Yanxing. He raised an eyebrow, and his smile deepened, “Even your own things are bothersome?”

“Shut up.” The remark only made Liang Qingqing more embarrassed and angry. She reached out and slapped his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath her hand, which didn’t affect him but made her hand ache. “Hurry up and get dressed. If we’re caught like this, neither of us will survive.”

Fan Yanxing looked at the clear handprint on his chest with a sense of grievance, feeling inexplicably like a male courtesan from ancient times, casually dismissed after the guest’s pleasure.

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. He leaned in to kiss her again, savoring a bit more sweetness, before finally standing up to get dressed. As he started buttoning his shirt, he felt a light kick on his rear. Turning around, he saw her wide, glaring eyes.

“Boil some water for me, I need to brush my teeth!”

“Alright,” Fan Yanxing replied with a smile, feeling like he was not only a male courtesan but also a servant now. He finished dressing, chatted with her a bit about recent events, and then went out to the kitchen to heat water for her.

As the weather grew colder, the water from the well was freezing. She, afraid of the cold, had already been using hot water. After brushing her teeth, she called Fan Yanxing back to the room and mysteriously pulled out a gift box from her luggage.

“This is a gift for you,” Liang Qingqing said, her eyes curving into a sweet smile, her face still flushed with a lingering charm.

Fan Yanxing took the gift box from her, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. His fingers traced the box as he asked, his voice rising slightly, “Did you buy this with your salary?”

“Of course,” Liang Qingqing said proudly, giving a thumbs-up and winking at him. “Last month, including the bonus, I got this much. This time, it’s all from my own salary.”

“Our Qingqing is truly amazing,” Fan Yanxing said, his gaze fixed intently on her. The term “our Qingqing” made her cheeks flush deeply. She cleared her throat and quickly changed the subject, “Hurry up and open it.”

He nodded, and his slender fingers nimbly untied the bow on it, opened the box, and revealed the leather belt inside. The black leather felt smooth to the touch, and the silver buckle was adorned with simple patterns, giving it a low-key yet attractive look.

“I heard it’s a brand unique to their province, you can’t find it elsewhere. Do you like it?”

In this era, the options for gifts were quite limited, and with only a month or two of salary to work with, she couldn’t afford anything too expensive. After much thought, she decided on this practical yet niche gift.

“I like it.” Without hesitation, Fan Yanxing looked up at her, his voice deep and gentle, and a smile slowly spread across his face. “Is this your way of tying me down?”

“I didn’t mean it like that!” Liang Qingqing said, a bit flustered by his comment. She hadn’t considered that implication, but the idea wasn’t too bad either. She tilted her head and playfully asked, “Since you put it that way, do you want to be tied down by me?”

“I’ve always been willing.” Fan Yanxing took the belt out of the box and held it up for her. “Go ahead, tie me up.”

At his words, Liang Qingqing swallowed nervously as she took the belt from his hands.

During the day, Fan Yanxing had been out on official business, dressed in a formal white shirt and black trousers. The belt he was wearing was much more refined than the one she had bought. She spent some time trying to figure out how to undo it and then instinctively bent closer, asking, “How do you undo this one?”

Her breath brushed against the same spot, causing Fan Yanxing’s throat to tighten. He felt a familiar stir of desire despite his earlier effort to suppress it.

“There’s a hidden clasp on the left side.”

The voice from above was a bit husky and even stuttered slightly. Liang Qingqing, focused on the belt, didn’t notice this small detail. She fumbled with the belt for a while before finding the hidden clasp he mentioned. When she pressed it, it made a faint clicking sound.

Seeing this, Liang Qingqing raised one eyebrow in delight, “Finally unlocked it…”

The rest of her words were cut off, and she felt a hard blush spread across her cheeks. Her eyes widened in shock as she abruptly straightened up, her ears turning crimson. She bit her lip, wanting to say something but couldn’t bring herself to do so.

Fan Yanxing’s face showed an unusual hint of embarrassment. He avoided her gaze but reached out to pull her closer, saying, “Continue.”

“This might not be appropriate. Shouldn’t you do it yourself?” Liang Qingqing was extremely anxious. If she continued, he would only become more uncomfortable, and there was no time to help him feel better…

So, it was better to avoid further contact between them.

“It’s fine, continue.” Fan Yanxing took a deep breath, his tone rising as the words flowed into her ears, making her shiver and feel flushed. Liang Qingqing took another deep breath and continued as he instructed.

She first removed the belt and then threaded the new belt through each loop of his trousers, finally fastening the buckle. However, her hands trembled throughout, and threading the belt took a lot of time.

The air was thick with an increasing sense of intimacy, making Liang Qingqing feel uncomfortably hot. Not surprisingly, when she looked up, she saw beads of sweat on his forehead and the veins in his neck standing out.

She thought to herself that he was really asking for trouble.

At this thought, Liang Qingqing couldn’t help but glance downward. Just one look made her shy away, and she silently marveled at the four words in her mind—”Impressively sized.”

“All done.” Seeing he remained silent, Liang Qingqing took a step back. Noticing his pitiful state and recalling his earlier efforts for her pleasure, she gritted her teeth and asked kindly, “Would you like me to…?”

Suppressing such physical desires isn’t good either. Given all the absurdities done today, it might as well be done in one go.

But as soon as the words left her mouth, before Fan Yanxing could respond, the voices of Ma Xiuzhi and Liang Xueyong came from outside the courtyard. They were unaware that Liang Qingqing had returned and were leisurely preparing to sweep the yard with a broom.

“You stay here. Come out when you’ve calmed down. I’ll get them out of the way first.” Liang Qingqing decisively pushed Fan Yanxing onto the bed. She glanced around, took out a stack of tissues from her bag, looked at him sympathetically, and said, “There are tissues here. Just manage on your own.”

Without waiting for a response, she quickly ran out, even thoughtfully closing the door behind her.

“……”

Fan Yanxing looked at the tissues she had left him, and after a while, he could only manage a wry smile. He comforted himself inwardly, “Marriage will make things better. It’ll be soon. It’ll be soon.”

“Mom, Dad!” Liang Qingqing, like a butterfly, dashed straight into Ma Xiuzhi’s embrace.

Ma Xiuzhi was initially shocked, only believing it when she felt Liang Qingqing’s warm body. “Why are you back? Didn’t you have to wait until next week for a holiday?”

“I did well on the business trip, so the boss gave us a few days off. I came back to visit.”

After such a long time apart, Ma Xiuzhi held Liang Qingqing, examining her closely from left to right, seemingly unable to get enough of her. “You’ve become more beautiful but thinner. Do you not eat?”

“Yes, how are things in the provincial capital? Busy with work? Even if you’re busy, you need to eat regularly.” Liang Xueyong, looking at his daughter, couldn’t help but get teary-eyed.

Seeing this, Liang Qingqing’s eyes also grew misty, her gaze softening. “Don’t worry about me. I’m doing well and eating on time. I even brought gifts for everyone from this trip. I’ll hand them out later.”

“There’s no need to spend money on these. It’s better to keep them for yourself,” Ma Xiuzhi said, tapping Liang Qingqing’s nose. Though she spoke this way, she was extremely pleased and comforted. As parents, what more could they ask for when their daughter was so thoughtful and understanding?

Liang Qingqing ignored her mother’s insincere words and made a face at her instead. This expression made both Liang Xueyong and Ma Xiuzhi unable to help but laugh.