Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 138 Intimate Encounters, Uninvited Guest

Back at the hotel, Zhou Ye immediately rushed into the bathroom, yelling and shouting, "It's so sticky!" and "It stinks!"

She herself didn't realize that, even though she had booked a room yesterday, she naturally followed Jiang Qing to his room and, without any regard for the fact that he was going to take a shower in front of a boy, she was going to do that.

Jiang Qing watched as she rushed into the bathroom, and couldn't help but shake her head and chuckle.

This silly girl, did she overestimate his self-control?

After sighing, Jiang Qing took out her laptop and began processing some work emails.

The collaboration with Tencent is gradually unfolding. The voice exchange model that Xiaomi needs was actually developed by Thirteen Hands a long time ago, but he deliberately delayed it to avoid making Lei Jun think that the matter was too simple.

JD.com's logistics system is also complete, and he plans to meet Liu Qiangdong in person next time and talk about other things while he's there.

Jiang Qing's gaze shifted to the bathroom, where the water was gurgling, and a smile unconsciously crept into her eyes.

He wanted to give this silly girl a small gift.

Just then, a hotel waiter knocked on the door and brought in the food. Jiang Qing helped put the food on the coffee table.

Soon, the aroma of seafood congee filled the living room, and the temperature seemed to rise a bit.

Jiang Qing turned the air conditioner down a bit. At noon, the temperature was nearly 35 degrees Celsius, so hot that people wanted to crawl into the refrigerator.

Seeing that the girl wouldn't be able to come out anytime soon, Jiang Qing got up and went to another bedroom to take a shower.

After a whole morning of fussing, he was covered in sweat.

When Zhou Ye popped out with his half-dry bun, Jiang Qing was peeling rambutans.

His bathrobe was loosely tied, and he smiled and waved when he saw her.

"Come here, I've got something good to show you."

"Another piece of sea glass?"

She complained, but ran over barefoot like a fish caught on a hook, the hem of her loose short T-shirt fluttering with her movements.

These clothes still belong to Jiang Qing.

"Wow!"

The girl gasped in surprise when she saw what was happening before her.

On the coffee table sat a glass jar, its bottom covered with colorful seashells, and a rose made of seaweed floating on top.

Jiang Qing stuffed the rambutan into her wide-open mouth.

"I made this while going to the beach this morning. It's not as good as what the professionals do, but it'll do."

When will you?

She puffed out her cheeks and asked indistinctly, poking the trembling "petals" with her fingertip.

"When someone is squatting down digging for clams and grinning like an idiot."

He grasped her wrist, his fingertips brushing against the small wound on her palm.

"You got scratched by an oyster shell? Does it hurt?"

Zhou Ye then noticed the red mark and casually shook his hand away.

"Hey, what are you doing?!"

Before she could finish speaking, she was pressed down onto the sofa. Jiang Qing took out iodine swabs from the coffee table drawer and used them to disinfect her palms.

"Dr. Jiang is so strict."

She smiled and wiggled her toes as she tried to hook the belt of his bathrobe.

"Should we pay for the medical consultation?"

The cotton swab suddenly pressed down hard, and she cried out and pulled her foot back, only to bump into his smiling eyes.

"Forget about the medical fees, Zhou Ye, just spit out the cherries you stole?"

Zhou Ye suddenly covered his mouth, and the fruit pit fell out from between his fingers, bouncing twice on the wooden floor.

How many eyes do you have?

The girl asked in horror, "I clearly saw Jiang Qing bending down to apply medicine to my wound!"
"There are so many of them, nothing you do can escape my eyes."

Jiang Qing looked at the girl who was making exaggerated expressions and reached out to gently flick the tip of her nose.

"Terrible! Eek!"

Zhou Ye crossed his arms, looking like a scared baby.

Jiang Qing tapped her forehead in an annoyance, and smiled back as the girl giggled.

While Jiang Qing was putting away the iodine solution, Zhou Ye took the opportunity to stick an iced lemon tea to the back of his neck.

Seeing him shrink back in exasperation, she laughed so hard she fell into the cushions.

"I told you not to prick me with your stubble this morning!"

"You've gone too far!"

He turned around and tackled the girl to the sofa, but his neck was suddenly hit by water droplets from the iced drink, causing him to freeze and hiss.

Zhou Ye seized the opportunity to flip over and straddle his waist, threatening him with a lemon tea.

"To surrender or not to surrender?"

Suddenly realizing something was wrong with the sensation beneath her, her ears burned, and she frantically tried to climb down, but her waist was held by someone else.

Jiang Qing looked up at her, her eyes filled with emotions she rarely saw, making her feel a little flustered!
"Zhou Ye, do you know that this posture is dangerous?"

She rested her elbows on his chest, and water droplets from her hair fell onto his chest.

"I'll get you a fork!"

"Not urgent."

He twirled her stray strands of hair with his fingertips, his voice deepening.

"Settle the medical fees first."

Before Zhou Ye could react, he was suddenly lifted by the back of his head and pressed down.

The sweetness of cherries mixed with the sourness of lemon tea spread across her lips and teeth. He slowly moved his palm up her spine and gently pressed a certain acupoint.

"No~"

She went limp as if her bones had been removed, and in her dazed state, she realized that this person must have secretly learned massage.

The rustling sound of the air conditioner blades swaying up and down suddenly became clear. Zhou Ye's neck pressed against the cold seam of the sofa, and Jiang Qing leaned over her, breathing heavily.

The aroma of seafood porridge mingled with the scent of his shower gel, weaving a fine net around her nose.

"Wait, wait a minute."

Her fingertips dug into the collar of his half-open bathrobe, and she realized it was still broad daylight; the shyness in her heart was indescribable.

Jiang Qing swallowed hard, his breath coming in short gasps, hovering two centimeters above her lips.

"I'll let you go on count to three."

"1"

Zhou Ye's lips, glistening with rambutan juice, brushed against his chin, and he suddenly tilted his head back curiously and bit his bobbing Adam's apple.

Jiang Qing groaned, grabbed her fidgeting wrists and pressed them above her head, then used his knee to pry open her legs and squeeze her into the sofa cushions.

"2"

His thumb pressed heavily against her wet lower lip, and Zhou Ye suddenly arched his back and let out a kitten-like whimper.

Jiang Qing's breath burned into her ear canal, and the bathrobe sash had somehow become entangled around their little fingers.

"3"

The last breath was swallowed between their intertwined teeth, and Zhou Ye's bun slid completely off against the sofa armrest. When Jiang Qing ripped off the cumbersome bathrobe and threw it on the floor, the hem of her wide short sleeves rolled up to her chest, revealing a section of her snow-white waistline trembling in the cold air from the air conditioner.

"Cold?"

Jiang Qing noticed her subtle reaction and pressed her into his arms with his palm against her lower back.

As Zhou Ye shook his head, the ends of his hair brushed against his chest, and a soft moan escaped from his rosy lips, which had been sucked.

Jiang Qing suddenly grabbed her by the back of the neck and rolled her over, her knees hitting the glass jar containing seashells as they pressed into the sofa.

With a "whoosh," colorful seashells scattered all over the ground.

Zhou Ye tried to get up by supporting himself on his chest, but was pulled back down by being grabbed by the waist, his tailbone hitting his burning palm.

"Jiang Qing! Count to three!"

Her tearful reproach was shattered in the intermittent kisses.

He gently touched the girl's lips, like a gentle breeze and drizzle, gradually making her feel dreamy.

Sunlight slanted across the overlapping shadows of the two people, causing the beige sofa cover to crease into messy wrinkles.

Zhou Ye's toes curled up and brushed against his calf, then recoiled as if burned when they touched a certain spot, only to be pulled straight by his ankle.

"Don't move."

He whispered the words in her ear, his wet kisses sliding down her neck and up her heaving chest.

Zhou Ye suddenly grabbed his hair, his fingertips trembling as he twirled the sweaty ends of his hair.

I'm scared.

The air, hanging on the brink of death, suddenly froze. Jiang Qing's supporting arm muscles bulged, and beads of sweat rolled down his spine into the crumpled bath towel around his waist.

He closed his eyes to calm his breathing, and when he opened them again, he met her misty eyes.

"What are you afraid of?"

"I……"

The girl's eyes were watery; she didn't know how to describe her feelings.

In short, it was a strange, very strange feeling. My body seemed to be expecting something, mixed with a sense of unknown fear.

"do not be afraid……"

Jiang Qing buried his face in her neck, his voice vibrating so hard that her collarbone went numb.

Zhou Ye suddenly reached out and covered his eyes, the ticklish sensation of his eyelashes brushing against his palm sending a shiver down his spine.

"You look like you want to eat me alive."

She described her feelings.

"Ah……"

A muffled laugh traveled from his chest to their skin, and Jiang Qing, in that position, took her red earlobe into his mouth.

"Zhou Ye, would you like to teach me how to be a good person?"

She had just opened her mouth when her lips were suddenly gently pulled.

"Hmm~"

During the struggle, the two rolled onto the sofa, their heads protected by his hand that he had placed there beforehand.

With the coral fleece carpet tucking his back, Zhou Ye squinted at the flickering light spots on the ceiling, when suddenly his chin was pinched and his gaze was turned back.

"look at me."

Jiang Qing's voice was terribly hoarse, and the edge of her bathrobe was rubbing against the inside of her knees.

Salty sweat mingled with their tangled breaths, and Zhou Ye's fingertips dug into the hollow of his shoulder blade.

The air conditioning breeze brushed against her sweaty skin, sending shivers down her spine. She suddenly bent over and bit his shoulder, letting out a small, animal-like whimper as she tasted the salt.

ding dong...

The moment the doorbell rang, Jiang Qing quickly covered her mouth, preventing her from instinctively gasping.

Zhou Ye's wide eyes reflected his silhouette, and their chests pressed together, they could feel each other's uncontrollable heartbeats.

"You tidy it up, I'll go take a look."

Jiang Qing propped himself up and carried the girl to the sofa, gesturing with his eyes to her messy hair and wrinkled T-shirt.

"I know, it's all your fault!"

Zhou Ye glared at him angrily and quickly started combing her hair.

Jiang Qing smiled helplessly. How did this become entirely her responsibility?

Forget it, what's the point of reasoning with a girl?

Seeing that her breathing gradually stabilized and her clothes were smoothed out, he shook his head and walked towards the door.

Who would come over at this time?
Chen Duo wouldn't be so inconsiderate. The film crew is currently shooting, and the waiter shouldn't come over again after delivering the food.

While thinking, Jiang Qing casually put on her bathrobe and opened the door only after making sure she was dressed properly.

"Dr. Jiang, it's been a long time! Are you surprised or not?"

The moment the door opened, the girl's soft, sweet voice burst in.

Upon recognizing the person who entered, Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow. Zhou Ye, who was bending over to pick up seashells on the sofa, paused and turned to look at the doorway.

Why did she come here?

"Haocun, what's going on?"

Jiang Qing looked at the smiling girl in front of him and felt two cold glints on his back. He felt a lump in his throat and tried his best to appear less familiar with the girl.

Although they had kissed...

The visitor was none other than Liu Haocun.

Her outfit today was all pink and cute, a pink short-sleeved T-shirt paired with a pink skirt, her long hair flowing down, revealing her delicately made-up features, and her smiling eyes made her look exceptionally pure.

"I came to visit you on set, but I didn't expect to find you there. They said you took the day off, so I came to find you. But you..."

Liu Haocun looked Jiang Qing up and down, noticing that she was wearing a bathrobe and her hair was still damp, and hesitated to speak.

"Taking a shower at this hour?"

After hesitating for a moment, she couldn't help but ask the question.

Did they just wake up?

Based on her understanding of Jiang Qing, she shouldn't!

As she spoke, she secretly glanced into his collar several times.

Wow, it looks pretty sturdy, but I wonder what it feels like to touch. I didn't have a chance to try it out last time.

"I……"

"We went beachcombing and just got back."

Just as Jiang Qing was about to speak, she was suddenly interrupted. When the crisp voice rang out, Liu Haocun's expression changed, and then he heard the crunching sound of slippers on the ground slowly approaching.

When Zhou Ye, dressed casually at home, came into view, she narrowed her eyes slightly.

No wonder the crew members were giving me strange looks; it turns out she was here!
She was in Jiang Qing's room. Could it be that they just...
"Yezi! So you were here!"

Seeing the girl approach aggressively, Liu Haocun's lips curled up almost imperceptibly, instantly breaking into a surprised smile. He quickly took a few steps forward and took her hands in his.

Zhou Ye paused, looking at Liu Haocun's sincere eyes, his earlier momentum faltering.

Ok?
Could it be that I misunderstood?

(End of this chapter)