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

Chapter 361 Stop
Huo Qingshan went into the room to get his laptop, sat back down on the sofa, and placed the laptop on his lap. Meng Youyou glanced at it casually; the email interface seemed to be downloading email attachments. She wisely didn't disturb him any further.

Half an hour later, Meng Youyou noticed that her man's computer screen had switched to a military news page, and her thoughts immediately wandered.

With her head resting on the sofa armrest and lying flat on her back, Meng Youyou quietly stretched out one foot and placed it on his thigh. After a while, the man didn't react, probably because he was already used to her doing this.

Meng Youyou moved her feet restlessly, rubbing the soles of her feet along the outer edge of his thigh.

The man finally looked away and gave her an inquiring look.

Meng Youyou was extremely serious. She explained her intentions with a straight face: "Autumn is almost over, and soon it will be winter. The temperature will drop, so I plan to buy you two sets of thicker long-sleeved pajamas. I need to take your size first."

Huo Qingshan calmly withdrew his gaze, moved his index finger twice on the touchpad, and under his operation, the computer screen displayed a shutdown loading interface with a small, semi-transparent circle spinning in the center.

Meng Youyou, on the other side, was completely unaware of this. She took advantage of the situation and continued to move, with several round and shapely toes leading the way upwards. In the blink of an eye, her toe nimbly slipped under the hem of his pajamas, rubbing against the man's abs, stirring up trouble and full of suggestive meaning.

Once the screen in front of him went completely black, Huo Qingshan reached out and closed the laptop, leaned forward, and gently placed it on the coffee table.

Meng Youyou tried to pull her leg back, but the man intercepted it halfway. He grabbed her ankle and pulled her towards him, pressing down on her with an oppressive force. His strong arms supported her on either side of her body. Meng Youyou smelled the same shower gel scent as the one on her body, but with a slight difference.

"What do you want to do?" Meng Youyou immediately feigned the panic of a virtuous woman who had encountered bandits, shouting, "Don't come any closer!"

"We're here to take measurements, how can you measure accurately with your feet?" A dangerous storm was brewing in the man's dark eyes.

Despite the danger, Meng Youyou remained calm. She scratched at the embroidered lettering on the left breast pocket of the man's pajamas with her fingernails, looked into his eyes, and feigned humility, asking, "Then what dosage should I use?"

"That depends on where you specifically want to measure."

Meng Youyou stared at his mouth, her eyelids half-open, avoiding his downward gaze, and murmured softly, "Huo Qingshan, your lips are a little dry." This was quite a direct statement.

Kissing between lovers usually involves a subtle, unforced moment. Actually, when he first came in, Meng Youyou wanted to kiss him as soon as she hugged him. After all, the two of them hadn't had any intimate contact for a long time due to work, making it feel like a long-distance relationship. Having finally squeezed out some time to meet in private, wanting to snuggle together was only natural, and Meng Youyou wasn't ashamed of it.

But then he said his clothes were dirty, and the moment slipped away. Meng Youyou watched helplessly as the duck that was about to be in her mouth flew away.

Later, after he finished showering and making a phone call, he returned to the living room and sat down. She made an excuse to climb from one end of the sofa to the other, and the two of them looked at photos together, their heads close together. But her focus wasn't really on the photos; her real intention was to find a suitable atmosphere.

In fact, during this period, Meng Youyou, who had ulterior motives, sensed at several moments that the other person seemed to have the same intentions as her—if their eyes met unexpectedly at a certain moment, sparks would fly instantly, and the things that were on their minds would naturally happen... However, the intrusion of a work message directly nipped this nascent "atmosphere" in the bud.

Later, the two separated, sitting at opposite ends of the sofa, like the Chu River and Han border. He was holding his computer, and she was holding her phone, both seemingly busy with their own things. At this point, breaking the deadlock and finding a perfect opportunity became quite difficult, the difficulty increasing significantly.

However, Meng Youyou is the kind of person who won't give up until she gets what she wants. She schemes and plots, and despite repeated failures, she keeps trying. For example, right now, as soon as she uttered that almost obvious statement, the man above her clearly reacted.

A low chuckle escaped Huo Qingshan's nose, and his warm breath brushed against Meng Youyou's cheek. He said cooperatively, "Hmm, it is a bit dry."

As he spoke, the man's fingertips caressed her lower lip. "Not as moist as yours." With that, his face gradually moved closer, and Meng Youyou closed her eyes beforehand… To Meng Youyou's surprise, the kiss that landed on her lips was very gentle, without a trace of aggression, like a feather, like a snowflake, like cotton candy, like… Meng Youyou tried everything she could think of—"soft"—but none of it was enough to describe the kiss he gave her. He rarely showed such a gentle and tender side when kissing her.

He was often impatient, even out of control. Meng Youyou liked the intense and overwhelming experience he gave her, which made her feel that every part of her body had a place to belong.

But then I suddenly felt that a light, shallow kiss was also nice. They could open their eyes from time to time to see each other's expressions while kissing, feel more clearly the shape that their lips were forming when they pressed together, and even vaguely perceive the different lines on each other's lips.

She didn't lose herself, but retained a sliver of self-awareness, allowing her to capture some subtle sensory experiences that were often overlooked before, like the extremely delicate and sensitive touch of a pea under twenty layers of mattresses—exquisite, indescribable, and unprecedented.

Meng Youyou suddenly understood what "using four ounces to move a thousand pounds" meant. It's not only crazy things that can be captivating; sometimes, extreme gentleness has a unique charm that makes it even more irresistible.

Driven by an instinctive curiosity and a desire to explore, Meng Youyou tried to uncover the various possibilities that the pea under the mattress might bring. What would happen if it rolled to another place? If such a gentle kiss could bring each other a novel and wonderful experience, what about other things? Would it be even better if everything else were also done gently?
Thinking this, Meng Youyou couldn't help but grab his hand. Before she could even express herself, the instant she grasped his wrist, he acted. It was as if the two were kindred spirits, needing neither words nor eye contact, reaching a tacit understanding in the blink of an eye, acting in perfect unison.

They were on the same page; they both wanted to know what would happen.

Unknown things are often full of variables. The fact that they were both overestimating their endurance was that such a half-hearted exploration tested the resolve of both sides. Once one side gave the slightest signal that "the plan has changed", the other side immediately responded with a complete rout. It was unclear who started the tearing off of the clothes. In short, the situation changed drastically in an instant, and the style of the discussion deviated further and further from the word "gentle".

The two of them worked together to remove the mattress that had been placed on the peas, layer by layer, until it was pressed directly against their skin without any obstruction. It was both uncomfortable and hot, and the sensory experience in all dimensions became apparent and amplified dramatically.

At one point during the process, Meng Youyou was suddenly jolted out of her emotional reverie. She glanced frantically toward the balcony and found that the curtains had already been drawn tightly shut. Relieved, she suddenly realized that someone had really gone astray and was using every trick in the book on her.

First, she's busy with work in a serious manner, and after finishing her work, she still has the leisure to read the news. I ask you, why don't you sit on that single sofa over there? Why do you have to sit at her feet to get her attention?
Actually, that scoundrel was just pretending; he was just waiting for her to make the first move. Damn it! She thought she was the hunter, but she was just a lamb to the slaughter.

Fortunately, she enjoyed it and didn't feel taken advantage of. Whether she went with the flow or rowed, as long as the other party was him, Meng Youyou was willing to participate.

Meng Youyou thought this time there would be a substantial breakthrough. After all, they hadn't missed anything, whether they should or shouldn't have done it; after all, they hadn't kissed or touched each other in a long time; and after all, she vaguely felt that since that birthday, the distance between their hearts had grown closer. Most importantly, she felt the changes in his body, stronger than ever before, but he still abruptly stopped at the last step.

The result was not much different from the previous times, although in the process, he led her into a more shameful and wild zone.

Meng Youyou couldn't understand why, no matter how far they had fallen, no matter how much she felt aroused, both expectant and afraid, both nervous and dreamy, he would always stop at the very last step? In the end, all that was left was disappointment.

Meng Youyou was in a lot of pain, both psychologically and physically. It was clear that she herself was also suffering a lot, but she just couldn't bring herself to cross that final line.

He braced himself against her neck, suppressing his heavy breathing. The vibrations of his chest continued to disturb the fine hairs on her body exposed to the air. Any sound he made sounded extremely harsh to Meng Youyou's ears at that moment.

Meng Youyou turned his face towards her, and she clearly saw the flames burning in his eyes. She asked him, "Don't you want to do it?"

The man was silent for a few seconds, then he reached out and brushed away the strands of sweaty hair that were clinging to her nose. Huo Qingshan spoke in a hoarse voice, "Can we wait a little longer?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Youyou shoved him away, pulled open a drawer in the coffee table, and threw a flyer from a men's health clinic that she had picked up on the street at his face. "Huo Qingshan, are you even a man? Why don't you just become abstinent!"

After saying that, she quickly put on a T-shirt, grabbed two small pieces of clothing with little fabric scattered on the sofa and carpet, and stormed into the room.