Jingxia Rose

Chapter 140: Wen Qi Loses Control
She had already used up half of that hand cream. She was in the habit of applying hand cream after each hand wash, especially in autumn and winter when the weather was drier, she used it more frequently.

Wen Qi, holding her hand, replied, "It's no use."

"Why not?"

"I couldn't bear to use it."

"It's just hand cream. I gave it to you so you could use it. Dish soap is bad for your hands."

Ji Xian's straightforward, straight-woman-like thinking was on full display at this moment.

Wen Qi glanced at her, smiled, and didn't explain further. He put his arm around her waist, tilted his head to touch the top of her head, and promised, "I'll definitely use it in the future."

Ji Xuan didn't press further, "Did you fly directly from Yuncheng?"

"Ah."

"Do you want to take a nap?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Wen Qi's phone rang. It was Ye Xueyan calling about work.

He had no choice but to let go of Ji Xian, take out his laptop from his suitcase, read several emails, and then called Ye Xueyan back more than ten minutes later.

Ji Xuan woke up according to his biological clock in the morning. Seeing that he was busy and she had nothing to do, and scrolling through her phone was not interesting, she copied a document to look at.

But after watching for a short while, I started to feel tired.

She always had the habit of taking a nap at noon, and after falling asleep, her head landed right on Wen Qi's shoulder next to her.

Wen Qi was taken aback. He turned his head and saw that the document in her hand was about to fall, so he quickly reached out and caught it.

Ji Xuan was startled awake and looked up in confusion. "What's wrong?"

Wen Qi placed the documents on the table and whispered to her, "It's okay, go to sleep if you're tired."

"Ah."

Ji Xian didn't stand on ceremony and lay down directly without even taking a blanket. He just hugged a pillow and fell asleep.

Wen Qi originally wanted to tell her to go to bed, but seeing how quickly she closed her eyes, he simply took his coat and covered her with it, then hurried to finish his work.

Ten minutes later, the bouquet of white roses he ordered arrived.

Wen Qi didn't wake her. After signing for the package, he placed it on the dining table and continued typing on the keyboard.

Twenty minutes later, Wen Qi closed his laptop, got up and went to Ji Xuan's side. He glanced at her sleeping face, curled his lips, took off his coat, gently pulled away the pillow, and picked her up.

The feeling of being lifted off the ground startled Ji Xuan, but her eyelids were too heavy to open, and she could smell the familiar woody scent on Wen Qi before she even opened them.

A muffled, deep voice came from inside his ear, "It's me."

She simply couldn't be bothered to open her eyes again.

In a daze, she felt herself sinking into a soft cloud, then a cloud covered her body, and then she was embraced.

She instinctively turned to the side and snuggled closer to Wen Qi's chest.

When I woke up again, it was almost four o'clock.

"woke up?"

Ji Xuan looked up at the sound and met Wen Qi's warm, smiling eyes. She asked lazily, "When did you wake up?"

"I've been awake for more than half an hour."

"So you're just going to stay in that position without moving?"

"I didn't want to wake you." Wen Qi gently smoothed her slightly disheveled hair back. "Did you sleep well?"

"If I haven't slept well after two hours, I'll have to stay up all night." Ji Xuan pulled away from his embrace. "Are you going back to Canglan Residence for dinner tonight, or are you eating here with me?"

"Wherever you eat, I'll be there."

“Okay.” Ji Xuan threw off the covers and got out of bed. “Then you should get up quickly, we need to go to the supermarket to buy groceries.”

Wen Qi was quite enthusiastic when he heard that they were going to the supermarket together.

This was the second time the two had gone grocery shopping. Compared to their previous visit, which was distant and rushed, this time they were much more meticulous, and naturally, they bought more things.

They bought daily necessities, snacks, fruit, and drinks. Ji Xian loves soy milk, so she even picked out a soy milk maker. Since the supermarket was right across from their apartment complex, neither of them had driven, but carrying so much stuff was a mistake.

In the end, Ji Xian was only responsible for carrying the soy milk maker and snacks; Wen Qi carried everything else.

Once home, the two prepared to go into the kitchen to cook for dinner.

The simple meal of three dishes and a soup left the two of them feeling incredibly full.

Wen Qi still took on the task of washing the dishes. Ji Xuan couldn't compete with him, so she had to wash the vases and put the white roses that had been delivered that afternoon into them.

That evening, the two chose an old movie, turned off the lights, and snuggled together to watch it.

It was almost eleven o'clock when the movie ended, and Wen Qi didn't say anything about going back, nor did Ji Xian.

He stayed, which was a natural consequence of his decision.

Ji Xian turned off the TV, took her pajamas, and went to the master bedroom bathroom to take a shower. After she came out, Wen Qi also went in to take a shower, lay down on the bed, and pulled her into his arms.

He couldn't help but kiss her earlobe...

The kiss at noon was restrained.

But this kiss felt like he was releasing himself from a cage.

"Is it okay?" He suppressed the last shred of reason, his hoarse voice burning her earlobe.

Ji Xian's eyes were already completely dazed and captivated by his kisses.

She didn't even need to answer; this was already the best response.

Wen Qi lowered his head and captured her lips, causing the temperature in the room to continue to rise.

The rain outside had stopped sometime ago, and the night was chilly and desolate, as if only a corner of the world was warm.

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The next morning, when Ji Xian woke up, he felt soreness in his back and especially in his legs, which felt like they didn't belong to him.

In her memory, Wen Qi was always restrained and rational in everything he did.

But things seemed to get a little out of control yesterday.

After it was over, he still held her waist, preventing her from moving, and asked in a low, husky voice, "One more time?"

Just thinking about those words sent a jolt through her body, giving her goosebumps. She patted her face to clear her mind, and when she saw that he wasn't in the room, she quickly got up, dressed, washed, did her skincare routine, and put on light makeup, leaving her lipstick on.

As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by a strong, pleasant fragrance.

Hearing the noise, Wen Qi turned around, a handsome smile curving his lips. He said, "Awake? Come sit down and have breakfast."

Ji Xian ignored the smug look between his brows and looked quite surprised. He walked over and saw that it was a sandwich and a glass of milk. The sandwich also contained two eggs, bacon and beef.

That's quite a lot.

When did you learn to make breakfast?

"Instant online learning".

"..."

She still has talent.

"I was going to make porridge, but I was afraid I wouldn't have enough time, so I made sandwiches instead. The milk is warmed up." Wen Qi pulled out a chair for her and saw that she was holding her lower back with one hand. He reached out and placed his hand on her back. "Does your back hurt?"

"Let me rub it for you..."

"No need, it's fine, it's just a little sour..." She refused outright, giving him a reproachful look and muttering, "Isn't it your fault!"

It's only been a little over a year since we broke up, but it seems like he's mastered so many things on his own.

Or perhaps it's that you knew about those tricks before, but simply refrained from doing them.

Now there's absolutely no restraint.

Wen Qi smiled and rubbed her hands a few times. "It's my fault, I'll definitely do it next time..."

"Get away, already thinking about next time?" Ji Xuan slapped his hand away in embarrassment and annoyance. "You're going back to Canglan Residence today!"