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

Chapter 305 The Clingy Child, Home

The city lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows shattered into a shimmering sea of ​​stars in Liu Haocun's eyes. The lingering warmth of Jiang Qing's words "girlfriend" had not yet dissipated when she was once again enveloped by his presence.

Unlike the unfinished probing in the safe passage, this time he was determined to possess.

Liu Haocun let out a soft moan, her body instantly going limp. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, and she stood on tiptoe to meet his advances.

Outside the window, a flowing river of light stretched out; inside, a growing warmth filled the air. She felt like a piece of melting honey, clinging tightly to his embrace.

As their breaths mingled, Jiang Qing's hand slid down the soft contours of her cashmere sweater, stopping at her slender waist. Even through the fabric, one could feel the amazing resilience and grace of her figure.

In his dazed state, Liu Haocun caught a glimpse of the window out of the corner of his eye. Startled, he abruptly turned his head away from him, his voice tinged with panic.

"Window...window! We can see from outside!"

She instinctively clutched the fabric of his shirt at his chest.

Jiang Qing chuckled softly, his breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe.

"One-way glass, outside is the light of countless homes, inside..."

He leaned close to her delicate earlobe and felt another shiver run through the body in his arms.

"It's just you and me inside."

The certainty in his words instantly ignited the suppressed wildness deep within Liu Haocun.

The anxiety subsided, replaced by a flame that had been ignited by indulgence.

"Is that so?"

A sly glint flashed in her eyes, and suddenly she twisted her waist, deftly escaping his embrace.

Under his slightly surprised gaze, she took two steps back, turned her back to the dazzling city view, crossed her hands, grabbed the hem of her cashmere sweater, and lifted it up!

Her supple waist traced a breathtaking arc as her clothes were swiftly stripped off and tossed onto the carpet like a white flower suddenly blooming.

The warm yellow light outlined her perfect waist and hip curves, and her long, straight legs were dazzlingly white against the cold glass background.

She turned slightly to the side, raised her chin slightly, and looked at Jiang Qing with a hooking gaze, the corners of her mouth curving into a smile that was both innocent and alluring.

"So... now, do I look good in your eyes?"

His voice was still that clear, boyish tone, but the content was boldly provocative.

No answer is needed.

Like an elf who has finally found her stage, she stepped back to the silent rhythm.

Her dance background gave her incredible flexibility; when she tiptoed to kiss him, her other leg could easily wrap around his waist.

When he leaned over, her waist could bend backward in an amazing arc, as if it were fragile enough to be grasped, yet it steadily supported his weight as he overturned.

Her fingertips were like the fuse that ignited a wildfire, tracing across his prominent Adam's apple, unbuttoning his shirt, and pressing against his firm chest with a teasing, dance-like rhythm. Every touch precisely tantalized Jiang Qing's taut nerves.

"Jiang Qing..."

She called to him breathlessly, her lips brushing against his burning ear, her breath sweet as orchids.

"Your heart is beating so fast, like it's drumming..."

The cold island counter in the open kitchen became the next battleground.

Liu Haocun was lifted up by Jiang Qing and sat on the marble. The coolness of the marble made her groan softly before she was swallowed up.

Only when her supporting arms began to weaken did Jiang Qing pick her up, who had almost melted into a pool of spring water, and carry her to the large sofa in the living room.

Sinking into the soft, cloud-like embrace, Liu Haocun's fingertips were even tinged with a lazy pink. His long legs slumped softly on the sofa armrests, and he no longer had the strength to wield the wind and clouds just now.

She snuggled into his arms like a kitten, searching for the most comfortable position, mumbling indistinctly.

"My leg is really broken... It's all your fault..."

"Who provoked us first?"

Jiang Qing chuckled softly.

"No matter what... it's just that you're bad..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, heavy with sleepiness, her eyelids drooping, yet she stubbornly clung to one of his fingers.

Jiang Qing didn't rest immediately, but carefully got up and carried her into the master bathroom.

The huge round bathtub was already automatically filled with hot water at a comfortable temperature, with a few soothing essential oil petals floating on the surface.

He held her as they sank into the warm water. The hot water instantly enveloped their tired bodies. Liu Haocun sighed comfortably and instinctively leaned into his arms, her back pressed against his firm chest.

The water rippled gently, and the rising steam made her cheeks appear even more rosy.

With her eyes closed, her fingers unconsciously traced his arm underwater, her voice filled with deep dependence.

"Jiang Qing..."

"Ok?"

"Thank you for today."

She opened her eyes, looked up at him, her wet eyes clear and reflecting his distinct image.

"It's not out of pity for me... I know."

She paused, then pressed her face against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

"Those comments online... were actually quite harsh. I told myself not to care, but it still hurt inside. During the afternoon's roadshow, I kept smiling, but I felt like a fake... until you appeared, until you said those words to me..."

Her voice softened, with a barely perceptible sob, before rising again.

“You’re talking about my own girlfriend, and I feel sorry for her. Jiang Qing, I’ve never thought the word ‘girlfriend’ sounded so nice.”

She turned around, straddled his lap, and cupped his face in her hands, her expression serious yet domineering, with a touch of childishness.

"From now on, you're only allowed to feel sorry for me!"

The water ripples gently, and affection flows silently.

Jiang Qing tightened the arms around her waist, without answering.

At this point, silence is best.

She soaked in the bath for a long time, until the water cooled slightly, before Jiang Qing took her out, wrapped her in a large, soft bath towel, and carried her back to bed.

Liu Haocun fell into a deep sleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, one hand still tightly gripping the corner of his pajamas.

Jiang Qing's biological clock woke her up precisely at six in the morning.

The faint morning light peeked through the gaps in the curtains, casting a soft, pale golden hue over the room.

He looked down and saw that Liu Haocun was still fast asleep, like a little animal seeking protection, curled up in his arms, his cheek pressed against his shoulder, his breathing even and long.

That unreserved sense of dependence gently touched the softest part of Jiang Qing's heart.

He carefully pulled his arm, which had become numb from being pressed, as gently as if handling a fragile treasure.

He leaned down and placed a feather-light kiss tenderly on her smooth forehead.

Jiang Qing got up quietly, closed the bedroom door, and went into the kitchen.

The Binhu New Area is quiet and peaceful in the early morning, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows offering views of the lake and the city just beginning to awaken.

He put on an apron and skillfully took out eggs, milk, toast, and fresh fruit from the refrigerator.

The frying pan was heating on the induction cooker, making a soft sizzling sound.

The aroma of fried eggs, toasted bread, and milk gradually filled the technologically advanced open kitchen.

Liu Haocun was awakened by the fragrance.

She opened her eyes groggily and instinctively reached out to touch something beside her, only to find a slightly cool, lingering warmth.

What about people?

A sense of loss and the grogginess of just waking up left her feeling somewhat lost.

She sat up, the thin blanket slipped off, and her gaze swept over the neatly folded clothes on the bench at the foot of the bed, which Jiang Qing had prepared for her in advance last night.

Instead of grabbing her own clothes, she got out of bed barefoot and headed straight for the walk-in closet. From his many shirts, she casually picked out a high-quality dark gray silk-cotton shirt. The oversized shirt draped over her body, the hem just covering mid-thigh, creating a classic "no-pants" look.

She rolled up her sleeves a few times, revealing her slender wrists.

The deep gray color made her exposed skin appear even whiter and more like jade. Her superior waist and hip curves and a pair of straight and slender legs were faintly visible as she walked, exuding a deadly sexiness in her lazy and casual manner.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, her bare feet touching the cool floor, and followed the aroma to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Jiang Qing was facing away from her, intently plating golden-brown sunny-side-up eggs and crispy toast.

In the small pot next to it, milk was steaming slightly.

Liu Haocun leaned against the door frame, quietly watching his busy figure.

The morning sunlight outlined his tall and straight figure, and the air was filled with the aroma of food and coffee, which made people feel very at ease.

An indescribable warmth instantly filled my chest.

Her nose tingled slightly, and her eyes felt a little hot.

She tiptoed over, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, pressed her cheek against his broad back, and spoke with a nasal tone, as if she had just woken up.

"Jiang Qing..."

Jiang Qing stiffened slightly, then relaxed and covered her hands that were wrapped around her waist.

"Did I wake you up? Breakfast will be ready soon."

Liu Haocun shook his head, strands of hair brushing against his back.

"No... I just woke up and didn't see you..."

She paused, tightened her arms around him, and spoke in a muffled voice, filled with deep reluctance.

"I'm leaving today."

The thought of parting ways in a few hours, flying to another unfamiliar city, facing possible storms, and the imminent loss of the warmth and comfort she felt made her feel quite sad.

She released her embrace, turned to face Jiang Qing, and looked up at him. His figure was clearly reflected in her clear eyes, which also clearly showed her longing for the person in front of her.

Before Jiang Qing could say anything to comfort her, she suddenly stood on tiptoe, cupped his face in her hands, and pressed it against his face!

The kiss was haphazard, urgent, and passionate, filled with a deep reluctance to part, as if she wanted to melt herself into his body.

Her initiative and her sexy appearance in his shirt instantly ignited the restlessness Jiang Qing had been trying so hard to suppress that morning.

He almost immediately took the initiative, grabbing the back of her head with one hand and wrapping his other arm around her soft waist, pulling her towards him.

The tranquility of the kitchen in the early morning was broken.

Liu Haocun could barely stand and could only cling to him.

She could sense the change in him, and reason told her she had to stop; time was of the essence.

But her feelings grew wildly like vines—he was leaving, he was leaving soon… who knew when they would meet again… almost instinctively, she not only did not back down, but responded even more passionately, and even boldly guided him.

Her soft sobs were instantly swallowed up.

Jiang Qing's breathing became completely disordered, and all her self-control crumbled under her active provocation.

He suddenly raised his hand and snapped off the fire on the stove.

The milk in the pot was still bubbling, the butter on the toast was slowly melting in the morning light, and the aroma of fried eggs filled the air.

But all of this has been temporarily forgotten.

He picked her up and placed her on the clean island counter. The cool surface made her shiver slightly, but she was then covered by his even hotter body.

The kitchen in the early morning became a second battlefield, with sunlight streaming through the blinds and casting their intertwined shadows on the floor.

When everything calmed down, Liu Haocun lay limply in Jiang Qing's arms, barely able to move a finger. His cheeks were as red as ripe apples, and his slightly swollen lips were glistening with moisture.

She protested in a low voice.

"I really can't go on... I have to catch my flight..."

Jiang Qing lowered his head and planted a kiss on her sweaty forehead.

"You asked for it."

Despite this, his actions were extremely gentle. He carried her to take a quick shower and then personally dried her hair.

The carefully prepared breakfast on the table was still warm in the end.

The two sat facing each other, eating quietly.

The atmosphere was different from last night's enchanting scene; it was more tranquil and warm, with a touch of melancholy.

Liu Haocun sipped his milk, his gaze occasionally drifting to Jiang Qing, who was quietly eating across from him. His heart was brimming with a bittersweet feeling.

"This fried egg is delicious."

She broke the silence, her voice returning to its usual clear and bright tone, though still tinged with a soft, gentle quality.

"nice! You love it."

Jiang Qing looked up at her, a gentle smile on her lips, and pushed the cut fruit in front of her.

Breakfast is over, and it's almost time.

The black SUV drove smoothly toward the hotel where the film crew was staying.

The car was quiet, and Liu Haocun's hand remained on the back of Jiang Qing's hand, which was gripping the steering wheel.

The car came to a stop in an inconspicuous corner near the side entrance of the hotel.

"arrive."

Jiang Qing unbuckled her seatbelt.

Liu Haocun sat still, his fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of his clothes, his head lowered, his long eyelashes drooping, obscuring the emotions in his eyes.

A few seconds later, she suddenly leaned over and hugged Jiang Qing tightly around the waist, burying her face in the crook of his neck, her voice muffled, filled with deep reluctance and a hint of coquetry.

"I don't want to leave."

Jiang Qing hugged her and gently patted her back with his large hand.

"Then we won't leave."

Will you miss me?

She looked up, ignoring his words, her eyes sparkling as if seeking a definite promise.

"meeting."

Jiang Qing's answer was brief and affirmative, and he lowered his head to place a gentle farewell kiss on her lips.

"definitely will."

The kiss and the promise seemed to instill courage in her.

Liu Haocun took a deep breath, finally let go, and a smile returned to his face. Although there were still traces of parting in his eyes, that lively and cunning look was back.

"It's settled then! I'm off!"

She opened the car door, and before getting out, she turned back and made a phone call gesture to Jiang Qing, speaking in her signature boyish voice.

"Remember to check your surprise, Dr. Jiang!"

After saying that, she moved quickly towards the side entrance of the hotel, like a light butterfly, and disappeared behind the revolving door.

Jiang Qing watched the direction she disappeared in until the figure was no longer visible before slowly starting the car and merging into the morning traffic of Luyang.

A new message notification popped up on the car's screen at just the right time, from Liu Haocun.

He clicked on it, and there was a photo—in the morning light, a girl wearing his oversized gray shirt stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window with her back to the camera, only revealing a slender and beautiful profile. Outside the window was the rising sun and the shimmering lake.

The caption was just one word: Home.

(End of this chapter)