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

Chapter 247 Wild Child's Dependence, I've Always Been There

Inside the bedroom, the atmosphere quietly began to warm up.

Jiang Qing's kiss slid down Zhou Ye's forehead, the tip of his nose brushed against her slightly flushed cheek, and finally stopped on her eyelashes that were trembling slightly with nervousness.

His breath was warm, like a feather gently scratching her heart.

"Really... not going?"

Zhou Ye's voice muffled in the crook of her neck, her fingers unconsciously clutching his pajamas at his chest, the fabric crumpling in her palm.

After the huge surprise, a more reassuring warmth enveloped her, but what followed was a slightly tipsy nervousness about facing a truly deep relationship.

"Yes, I've already asked for leave."

Jiang Qing whispered into her small ear, his voice low and clear, carrying a comforting power.

"The whole day is yours."

He pulled her closer, holding her more tightly in his arms, feeling the slender body and the slight trembling within him.

Zhou Ye tilted his little face up.

The morning light fell perfectly on her face, making her delicate, almost translucent skin glow with a pearly luster.

Those almond-shaped eyes, which were always full of smiles, were now watery, their long eyelashes fluttering nervously like butterfly wings. His silhouette was reflected in their clear depths, with a hint of confusion, but more so with complete trust and affection.

Beneath her delicate, upturned nose, her pink lips parted slightly, like newly blossoming cherry blossoms, tempting one to pluck them.

"Jiang Qing..."

She called his name softly, her voice gentle and sweet, with a hint of pleading that was barely perceptible. Her fingers timidly touched his cheek, her fingertips tracing the newly sprouted stubble on his chin.

The subtle touch made Jiang Qing's breathing suddenly become heavy.

"what happened?"

He took her mischievous little hand in his warm palm, his thumb gently stroking the smooth back of her hand.

Zhou Ye's face turned even redder, like a ripe peach.

She lowered her eyes, her thick eyelashes casting two small shadows beneath them, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, carrying a fearless shyness.

"You...you remember...at the hotel before..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible, but Jiang Qing instantly understood what she had left unsaid.

That time, when they wanted to try a deeper level of intimacy, he clearly felt her body stiffen instantly and saw the panic flash in her eyes.

He stopped almost immediately, hugged her tightly, and patted her back reassuringly.

There were several more attempts afterward, but they always came to an abrupt end when she unconsciously withdrew or when he sensed her fear and tension.

He never forced her; he simply used gentler hugs and patient waiting to tell her that he was willing to wait for her.

"remember."

Jiang Qing softened her voice even more.

He lowered his head and affectionately rubbed his nose against hers, their warm breaths mingling completely.

"scared you?"

Zhou Ye shook his head vigorously, his hair brushing against the side of his neck, bringing a tingling sensation.

She mustered her courage and looked directly into his deep eyes, where the tenderness she felt enveloped her like a warm current, inexplicably making her feel at ease.

"I wasn't scared."

She spoke softly but firmly, her cheeks flushed red as if they were about to bleed.

"It's just... I'm a little... unsure what to do..."

She paused, as if to encourage herself, then snuggled closer to him, her voice carrying a hint of coquettish grievance.

"You always...stop...do you...think I'm too stupid?"

She pouted, and her adorable appearance instantly melted Jiang Qing's heart.

"Little fool."

He chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest clearly reaching her.

He cupped her face in his hands, his thumb gently stroking her slightly furrowed brow, wiping away the tiny worry that hadn't even existed there.

"I stopped because I sensed you were scared. How could I bear to let you be even a little bit scared, hmm?"

His gaze was earnest and intense, filled with an unmistakable appreciation.

"To me, nothing is more important than your feelings."

The straightforward and sincere words were like the warmest spring water, instantly washing away the last bit of unease and shyness in Zhou Ye's heart.

Looking at the face so close to hers, and seeing her own small reflection clearly in his eyes, a surge of burning courage mixed with intense love welled up within her.

"Then...then now..."

She took a deep breath, as if using all her strength, and her beautiful almond-shaped eyes shone brightly as she looked straight into the depths of his eyes, her voice trembling yet incredibly clear in an invitation.

"I'm not afraid anymore, Jiang Qing. I want... I want to get closer to you... is that okay?"

After she finished speaking, as if she had exhausted all her courage, she immediately buried her burning cheeks in his neck again, like a little animal seeking protection, leaving only the top of her fluffy hair facing him, her ear tips red and translucent.

"Ono..."

Jiang Qing called her name softly, his voice hoarse, yet filled with a burning passion and a deeper tenderness.

He could clearly feel his heart pounding against his ribs with unprecedented force, and he could also feel the subtle yet real longing in the girl's body in his arms.

Her courageous yet shy invitation moved him more than any sweet words.

He didn't answer immediately, but tightened his arms around her waist, lowered his head and gently pressed his warm lips to her smooth, full forehead with boundless tenderness, then to her trembling eyelids, and finally to the tip of her delicate, upturned nose...

Finally, he covered those soft, petal-like lips that he had longed for.

This time, it was different from the soothing touch of the morning.

It was slow and deep, with a tentative tenderness and an undeniable possessiveness, like a stream in early spring, carrying the coolness of melting snow and the warmth of breaking through the soil, gently and thoroughly permeating all her senses.

Zhou Ye initially responded somewhat awkwardly, but quickly became lost in the wave of security he exuded.

She clumsily imitated him, her little hands helplessly climbing onto his shoulders and sliding down his strong back, as if only by holding him tightly could she avoid sinking into this dizzying sweetness.

Jiang Qingliu lingered, his body scalding hot, landing on her long, graceful neck and delicate, alluring collarbone.

Each touch was like igniting a tiny flame, causing her to let out a soft, cat-like whimper.

Her body opened itself to him honestly and softly, every inch of her skin silently speaking of trust and dependence.

As his pajamas were gently removed, the cool air brushed against his skin, and Zhou Ye instinctively shivered, his arms instinctively reaching out to hug himself.

But the next second, Jiang Qing's warm and broad hand covered him, with a soothing force and a comforting temperature.

"Don't be afraid, look at me."

His voice was low and husky, with a strange, magical quality.

Zhou Ye opened his hazy eyes, and through the misty air, the flames burning in them were clearly visible.

But deep within the flames lies a carefully cherished treasure.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his gaze was so focused that it seemed as if he were performing an extremely sacred ritual.

This restrained composure strangely soothed her last trace of tension.

She stopped dodging and instead reached out her trembling arms to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.

This action was like a silent signal, completely igniting the dam that Jiang Qing had been trying so hard to control.

"Jiang Qing..." she whispered in his ear, her voice filled with unspoken dependence.

"I like you... I like you so much..."

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a charming naiveté that comes with being moved, like the sweetest catalyst.

“I know, Ono.”

Jiang Qing's voice was tense and hoarse, each word seemingly squeezed out from the depths of her chest, filled with equally intense emotions.

"me too."

He lowered his head and kissed away the physiological tears at the corners of her eyes, his movements extremely gentle, as if she were the most fragile treasure in the world.

She no longer felt afraid, only a sense of security and acceptance.

In the gradually ambiguous atmosphere of the bedroom, she was like a vine clinging to the sunlight, tightly entwining herself around him, giving herself to him without reservation.

"Jiang Qing, you..."

The rest of the words were cut off, leaving only broken sobs.

"It's okay, I'm here."

He held her tightly, as if trying to meld her into his very bones. Sweat trickled down his taut jawline, dripping onto her equally sweaty neck, making her flinch slightly from the heat.

Time seemed to lose its meaning, and the only sounds in the room were the increasingly rapid breathing of the two people and Zhou Ye's occasional soft sobs, like a kitten whimpering.

As the tide finally receded, the world returned to silence.

Zhou Ye, like a little puppy whose strength had been drained, slumped limply in Jiang Qing's sweaty arms, his face pressed against Jiang Qing's violently heaving chest, listening to the drumming heartbeat gradually calming down.

She was exhausted, too weak to even move a finger. Her long eyelashes were still wet with tears, and the flush on her cheeks had not yet faded. She exuded a languid and charming aura, as if she had been thoroughly pampered.

Jiang Qing turned to the side and carefully held her to make her more comfortable, afraid of pressing down on her even a little bit.

He gently brushed aside the stray hairs of sweat that clung to her forehead, his movements incredibly tender.

His gaze lingered on the girl's delicate and soft eyebrows, her pert nose, and her slightly swollen yet full lips. His eyes held an intense tenderness and a serene contentment.

"Are you ok?"

His voice was slightly hoarse, and he spoke softly in her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe.

Zhou Ye closed his eyes and only let out a soft "hmm" from his nose, like a kitten's satisfied purr.

She snuggled deeper into his arms, her cheek pressed against his warm skin, finding the most comfortable position before speaking in a muffled voice, filled with weariness and coquettishness.

"Tired...like I've run 10,000 meters..."

She paused, then added softly, her voice tinged with a wronged accusation.

"My legs are sore..."

Jiang Qing chuckled softly.

He tightened his arms, completely enveloping her in his protective embrace. His large, dry, warm hands slipped under the thin blanket, gently kneading the back of her sore thighs with just the right amount of pressure.

"how about this?"

His voice was full of fondness.

"Hmm... a little better..."

Zhou Ye sighed comfortably, like a cat being stroked, and rubbed against his palm.

Her eyes were closed, her thick eyelashes like two small fans casting a faint shadow under her eyes, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a small, satisfied smile.

The room fell completely silent, with only the steady, alternating breathing of the two people.

The warm sunlight shone gently on the thin blanket, and the air was filled with an indescribable warm fragrance.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Ye's stomach suddenly emitted a clear "rumbling" sound, which was particularly loud in the quiet room.

She suddenly opened her eyes and met Jiang Qing's smiling gaze.

That smile, both gentle and mischievous, made her cheeks, which had just faded from their blush, instantly burn again.

"hungry?"

Jiang Qing gently stroked her slightly flushed cheek with his thumb.

Zhou Ye buried his face in his chest in embarrassment, his voice muffled.

"Yeah, it's all your fault..."

The coquettish tone in her voice made Jiang Qingxin's heart melt.

"Okay, it's my fault."

He readily agreed and lowered his head to kiss the top of her soft hair.

"What do you want to eat? I'll make it."

He made a move to stand up.

"Don't!"

Zhou Ye immediately hugged his waist tightly, hanging on him like a koala, looking up at him with bright, sparkling eyes.

"Just a little longer... just a little longer..."

She stretched out her slender fingers, gesturing a small distance, her charmingly innocent expression making her irresistible.

Jiang Qing couldn't help but chuckle, and lay back down, holding her even tighter.

"Okay, let's hug a little longer."

His large hand gently patted her back, like soothing an extremely tired baby.

Zhou Ye nestled contentedly in his arms, finding the most comfortable position.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains and fell directly on her face, giving her delicate profile a soft golden hue.

Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes trembled gently, her nostrils flared slightly with her steady breathing, and her pink lips were slightly pouting, like an innocent child.

Only a lingering trace of alluring charm remained at the corners of their eyes and brows, silently testifying to the intimacy they had just shared.

Jiang Qing's gaze lingered on her face, unable to get enough of looking at her.

His fingers unconsciously twirled a strand of her soft hair, his heart filled with an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and belonging.

The girl in his arms was charming and adorable, capable of being coquettish and aggrieved, clumsy yet brave in giving him her whole self, and at this moment she nestled peacefully against him like a satisfied little animal.

"Jiang Qing..."

Zhou Ye closed his eyes and suddenly called his name softly again.

"Ok?"

"are you still there?"

She didn't open her eyes, but simply hugged him even tighter.

"exist."

Jiang Qing's voice was deep and resolute, carrying a calming power.

"always there."

He lowered his head and gently placed a kiss on her brow.

"Mmm~ That's nice."

With a soft murmur, the girl's breathing became heavier.

(End of this chapter)