An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 108 Madness (Part 1)

The winter nights in Lianshui City are unlike those in Fanzhou City. As soon as you step out at night, it will give you a rude awakening and show you its power.

When Huo Qingshan returned from his outing, he still carried the biting chill of the outdoors. There seemed to be faint icicles hanging on his hair, and pale white frost flowers on his eyebrows.

Within half a minute of entering the hotel, the water gradually turned into cool droplets, sliding down the side of the cheek along the brow bone.

He took the things he had just bought and went straight up to the third floor.

"Thump...thump thump, thump...thump thump."

The door was opened from the inside.

The girl's eyes were slightly red and swollen, and her long eyelashes were like wet feather fans, tangled together.

Huo Qingshan saw this and said softly, "Didn't you promise me you wouldn't cry?"

"How did you get here?" she asked, her voice slightly hoarse.

“Your shoes got wet when you were outside today, so I bought a new foot basin and filled it with hot water for you to soak your feet. Otherwise, you might catch a cold.”

Meng Youyou asked in a subconscious doubt, "Aren't there buckets and basins in the bathroom in the room?" As soon as the words left her mouth, she immediately realized that she was not used to using things that other people had used.

The man was getting hot water in the bathroom, while Meng Youyou sat on the edge of the bed waiting.

Suddenly, she called out through the crack in the open bathroom door, "Huo Qingshan, why are you being so nice to me?"

Just then, the man finished filling the hot water basin and came out from inside. He placed the basin on the ground with steady movements and then reached out to take off her socks.

While keeping her head down and focusing on her hands, she calmly said, "I do."

A light, understated tone, a seemingly casual remark that doesn't sound like a love confession.

He gently touched the hot water to her toes. "Is it hot?" he asked.

"It's a little hot, but it's okay, just right for soaking my feet."

The man gently grasped her ankles and immersed her feet in the hot water.

In an instant, a warm feeling surged from the soles of her feet, as if countless gentle hands were caressing her, and every pore felt like parched land receiving rain, greedily absorbing this warmth. She gazed at the whorl of hair on his head, and suddenly spoke again: "But... I won't wait for you like that."

It was a sentence that came out of nowhere, yet it seemed to connect to her inexplicable shout just now.

"Huo Qingshan," she called his name earnestly.

He didn't look up. "Hmm."

“That would be too hard. I would never wait for you like Grandma Liang waited for Grandpa Yang.”

When she said those words, her voice was exceptionally firm, but her vision suddenly blurred.

He remained silent for a while before finally speaking: "Okay."

Was her agreement straightforward enough? Meng Youyou wasn't sure.

The two of them remained silent for the rest of the time, maintaining a long silence that was either tacit or eerie.

One person is soaking their feet, while another is helping someone else soak their feet.

A series of "splashing" sounds came from the bathroom, followed by a "gurgling" sound from near the drain.

Huo Qingshan came out of the bathroom after pouring out the water.

Meng Youyou looked up at the person who had come in, and patted the seat next to her. "Sit down."

He sat down as instructed.

As soon as the man sat down, Meng Youyou flipped over and straddled his lap.

Caught off guard, Huo Qingshan didn't even have time to be shocked. Afraid that she would fall, he quickly reached out and grabbed her waist.

"What do you want to do?" You have to listen carefully to detect the change in his breathing.

Meng Youyou wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her forehead against his, "I want to kiss you."