Chapter 110 : Hot Bathroom

For three consecutive days, Liang Qingqing engaged in work with the team led by Song Shenglin, coordinating tasks and obtaining documents from the Cultural Bureau. After familiarizing herself with the basic situation in Changbei Province, she started working on writing drafts, which was not directly related to her, so she found herself quite relaxed.

On Sunday, during their break, Liang Qingqing waited in the dormitory for Fan Yanxing to pick her up. They planned to first watch a movie at the cinema, have a meal, and then stay at a guesthouse for the night. Now that they were legally married, they could stay in the same room with their marriage certificate.

The excitement of a small separation was akin to a honeymoon. After not seeing each other for a while, both were a bit thrilled and nervous. They only dared to hold hands when they were in a secluded spot.

Outside the cinema, there was a supply and marketing cooperative selling baked sweet potatoes. As soon as they approached, the sweet aroma from the oven filled the air. Liang Qingqing’s eyes lit up, and she dragged Fan Yanxing over to buy two after checking the price.

“I want the softer ones.”

“Sure, no problem.”

The vendor, who had been roasting sweet potatoes for years, picked out two large, blackened sweet potatoes from the oven, wrapped them in oil paper, and handed them to them with a smile, saying, “I’ve been in the sweet potato roasting business for years, so I guarantee they’re both soft and sweet. These are hot, so let your husband help you carry them.”

“Thank you,” Liang Qingqing said. Fan Yanxing seemed particularly pleased with the term “husband,” his previously aloof face immediately brightened with a smile, his eyes soft with affection.

Seeing him so pleased, Liang Qingqing couldn’t help but click her tongue, though a smile was slowly forming on her lips. She intended to peel the sweet potatoes immediately but found her hands too dirty, so she let him do it while she held the clean oil paper, eagerly waiting.

His nails were neatly trimmed, and his fingers were long and slender, making peeling the sweet potatoes a pleasure to watch.

As the blackened surfaced was slowly peeled away, the golden, soft, and sticky sweet potato flesh revealed itself, with steam rising in the air like blooming white flowers. Liang Qingqing couldn’t help but swallow, eager to take a bite. However, Fan Yanxing moved her head away and, with a helpless smile, said, “It’s still very hot. Let me cool it down for you before you eat.”

“Hehe, okay.” Liang Qingqing, feeling a bit embarrassed, bit her lip and waited for him to cool it down before taking a bite. The sweetness instantly enveloped her entire mouth, a sensation that was indescribable in words. She felt thoroughly satisfied.

There’s nothing more blissful than eating a steaming baked sweet potato on a cold winter day.

“Try some too.” Liang Qingqing couldn’t resist the urge to share and urged Fan Yanxing to take a bite. He was very accommodating; as soon as she finished speaking, he took a big bite and nodded appreciatively, saying, “It’s delicious.”

With her emotional needs met, Liang Qingqing smiled broadly. The two walked side by side toward the cinema. They waited to enter until after finishing their sweet potatoes. The cinema in the provincial capital was much larger and better equipped than the one in Fujin County, showing early signs of the standardized cinemas of the future.

Given the limited movie genres of that era, they chose a revolutionary film but still enjoyed it thoroughly. Perhaps having someone worth watching with made the content less important.

After watching the movie and having dinner, they strolled through a department store before heading to the guesthouse.

Winter nights fell particularly early. By the time they completed the check-in process, it was already dark outside. They climbed the wooden stairs with their room key. Their room was at the end of the corridor. The sound of their leather shoes lightly tapping on the floor created a subtle, intimate rhythm.

The key was inserted into the lock and turned slowly. Liang Qingqing’s heart raced as the door creaked open. In an instant, she was pressed against the door by a pair of large hands, her world spinning.

With the lights off, the surroundings were a blur. She could only vaguely make out the tall figure in front of her. Before she could say anything, her lips were pressed against and forcefully kissed, her breath stolen in an instant.

Liang Qingqing couldn’t bear it anymore and gasped. This was like a fuse. His whole body tensed up instantly. His fingertips pinched the soft flesh on the back of her neck, then slowly moved down to a softer place, kneading it hard.

The two of them were pressed so closely together that he almost effortlessly removed her coat and pants, leaving only her soft white sweater on, which was even smoother than when he peeled the sweet potatoes.

His hot, large hands scooped up the back of her thighs, lifting her so she was perched on his lean waist. The tighter he held her, the firmer she felt against him.

With a flushed face, Liang Qingqing weakly grasped the large presence trying to enter, her voice so faint it was barely audible. However, his attention was entirely focused on her, so he understood every word she said.

Fan Yanxing’s neck veins bulged as he breathed heavily. After a moment, he managed to croak out, “Qingqing, don’t be too forceful, you’ll hurt yourself.”

“Ah? Oh, oh, oh.”

Liang Qingqing quickly let go, feeling him exhale deeply. Her heart skipped a beat, and guilt surfaced. Tentatively, she asked, “Is everything okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

Upon hearing this, Fan Yanxing was momentarily stunned. He then leaned in and placed a kiss on her ear, saying, “It’s not that complicated, but…”

The pause piqued Liang Qingqing’s curiosity, so she asked, “But what?”

“I need you to take a look.”

“Ah!”

Her body was suddenly lifted, causing Liang Qingqing to let out a soft gasp. Fan Yanxing patted her bottom, his voice barely containing a low laugh, “Keep it down, or everyone in the guesthouse will find out what we’re up to.”

“You’re just messing with me.” Liang Qingqing was extremely frustrated, her smooth, long legs flailing in the air until they were finally placed on the sink. Her face was flushed red with embarrassment as she watched Fan Yanxing wash his hands and then slide them in through the gap. She couldn’t help but shiver and clench tightly with anticipation.

The fingers rubbing in the water felt increasingly smooth, as if soap had been added. One stroke, two strokes, three strokes…

It was cleaner than before.

She tilted her head slightly and met his scorching gaze. Her heartbeat suddenly quickened, and her cheeks felt extremely hot. She grasped his arm, trying to make him stop looking at her so blatantly, but his touch left her breathless, making it difficult not just to speak, but even to maintain a normal expression.

Thinking this, she instinctively turned her head to glance at the mirror on the wall, and the vividly sensual scene she saw made her so embarrassed that she wished she could find a crack in the ground to hide in.

Fan Yanxing’s hand traced up the edge of her sweater, pressing against her smooth back. It then slid down inch by inch along her spine, moving to the front to feel the rise and fall of her chest. His voice, husky and seductive, conveyed a palpable sense of temptation.

“Let’s wash together.”

His lips and teeth were tenderly pressed against her ear, and her soft earlobes and slender neck became his focus. Even the loudest water flow could not completely mask the indescribable sounds, creating a scene of sweet indulgence.

Leaning on the sink she had just used, Liang Qingqing bent her waist downward, forming a perfect curve in the air. Her long, wet hair draped over her back, faintly covering her beautiful shoulder blades. Lower down, a pair of large hands grasped her waist, holding her firmly in place. Despite the gentle pressure, it was impossible for her to break free.

She bit her lower lip, her gaze uncontrollably drifting to where she could barely handle it. The next moment, she quickly averted her eyes, her long lashes trembling. Her legs went weak, almost causing her to collapse to the ground, but fortunately, he was quick to catch her, lifting her up with her legs draped over his arm, gently swaying her.

Fortunately, she had good flexibility, otherwise, this position could have been unbearable for her. But as soon as the feeling of relief crossed her mind, regret swiftly followed. She tightened her grip on his hand, her voice tinged with a hint of tears: ‘It’s too deep, wuwuwu.’

Her whimpering was pitiful. Fan Yanxing kissed and comforted her by her ear, and soon she closed her lips and, with a dazed look, turned to kiss his lips.

They had been messing around in the bathroom for an unknown amount of time before Fan Yanxing finally let her go. He went to the bedroom to change the bed linens and then cleaned her up before carrying her to bed to lie down.”

Liang Qingqing, groggy, rolled into his arms, clinging to his waist, and slowly drifted off to sleep with her eyes closed. He watched her silently for a while before reaching out to turn off the light. In the darkness, he kissed her lips and then closed his eyes to sleep.

The next morning, after having breakfast at the state-run hotel, Fan Yanxing insisted on sending her back to the broadcasting bureau before leaving.

But before she could get back to her dormitory, someone called out to her and hurried her to the broadcast room.

“Team Leader Song wants you to come over and test the equipment. If there are any issues, have the technician fix them as soon as possible so as not to delay the project’s progress.” The person was Zhang Weiqin, who didn’t stop talking along the way. This allowed Liang Qingqing to understand the situation clearly. After nodding in response, the person fell silent for a few seconds before suddenly saying, “Comrade Liang, you look really good in this outfit today. It’s completely different from before.”

“Huh?” Liang Qingqing was taken aback for a few seconds. Zhang Weiqin quickly realized his comment was misunderstood, and he waved his hand, explaining hurriedly, “I didn’t mean your previous outfits were bad, it’s just a different style. Before, you were beautiful, but a bit formal and old-fashioned. Today, you look more like a magazine model, youthful and fashionable, like an actress in a movie.”

Upon hearing this, Liang Qingqing unconsciously looked down at herself. She was still wearing the outfit from yesterday when she met Fan Yanxing. The coat was a short, custom-made, goose-yellow piece with horn buttons and a large hood to keep her head warm in the cold.

The pants were fitted pencil trousers, which looked particularly good on her long and slender legs.

Although it was a very ordinary daily outfit in later times, it appeared exceptionally stylish in this era. Not only Zhang Weiqin but also several young girls from the previous day had complimented her and asked if they could have similar clothes made by a tailor.

“Thank you,” Liang Qingqing said with a slight smile, pressing her lips together. “Let’s go test the equipment first.”

Her words indicated that she didn’t want to talk more about her outfit. Zhang Weiqin, perceptive as he was, quickly shifted the topic as she wished and quickened his pace toward the broadcast room.

As soon as they arrived at the broadcast room and were about to enter, they heard a deep male voice from inside. The pleasant recitation of poetry filled the air, creating a strong sense of immersion and demonstrating excellent emotional expression. Liang Qingqing initially thought it was a colleague testing the sound, but the voice seemed strangely familiar, sparking her curiosity.

Just as she was about to push open the door, she heard a sigh from behind.