This was just a little episode.
In the evening, Song Nanqiao was still the one cooking, preparing a hearty dinner as usual. However, Song Nanqiao noticed that Wen Wenyao’s appetite seemed to have decreased.
She seemed distracted during dinner, especially today when Wen Wenyao occasionally stared at her, indicating that her attention was not on the meal.
Song Nanqiao silently served Wen Wenyao several portions of dishes, hoping she would eat more. The girl across from her seemed to understand Song Nanqiao’s intention and made a few bites but still ate very little.
“If you can’t eat, don’t force yourself,” Song Nanqiao said.
“Mm,” the girl put down her chopsticks.
“Are you working tonight?” Wen Wenyao asked tentatively, watching Song Nanqiao closely.
“I probably won’t…” Song Nanqiao wasn’t entirely sure. She hadn’t planned to work, but she might still check on things.
“Really?” Wen Wenyao’s tone was gentle, without a hint of anger or disappointment.
But Song Nanqiao could sense something was amiss.
“I won’t work; I’ll stay with you.”
This time Song Nanqiao finally got to the point.
Hearing this, Wen Wenyao revealed a smile that had been absent for a long time. She immediately got up from the table, took Song Nanqiao’s face in her hands, and planted a kiss on her cheek.
“Can you come to keep me company earlier tonight?” Wen Wenyao grasped Song Nanqiao’s sleeve, her eyes filled with anticipation.
“Yes.” Song Nanqiao had planned to do just that.
With Song Nanqiao’s agreement, Wen Wenyao took her pajamas and went to take a bath, satisfied.
After Song Nanqiao finished washing the dishes, she also took a shower.
Usually, Song Nanqiao spent less time in the shower than Wen Wenyao because she only used shower gel, whereas Wen Wenyao applied skincare products after her bath. However, today, surprisingly, Wen Wenyao finished before her.
When Song Nanqiao entered the room, she saw Wen Wenyao lying obediently on the bed.
“Hug me…” Wen Wenyao extended her arms like a cat waiting for its owner’s affection.
Seeing her like this, Song Nanqiao felt soft-hearted. She bent down and embraced her.
“Wanna watch a movie?”
With the girl in her arms, Song Nanqiao picked up the remote control. The bedroom’s LCD TV was quite large.
“Mm,” Wen Wenyao replied softly, her voice gentle and compliant. She occasionally nuzzled Song Nanqiao’s neck as well.
As the movie played, both of them remained unusually quiet. Wen Wenyao occasionally said a few words to Song Nanqiao, and Song Nanqiao responded.
The movie was almost over.
“Do you want to sleep?” Song Nanqiao suggested, wanting her to rest early as it was getting late.
“I don’t want to sleep.”
Wen Wenyao rested her head on Song Nanqiao’s chest and looked up at her, her clear eyes seeming to imply something.
Having finally seized this opportunity, how could they sleep now?
“What do you want to do…” Song Nanqiao ignored her gaze, as given her current physical condition, she had no intentions of engaging in such activities.
“I want…”
The girl raised her head from Song Nanqiao’s chest, her lips brushing against Song Nanqiao’s ear, murmuring something that made Song Nanqiao’s cheeks instantly turn red.
“I can’t do that now; I’m still in the recovery period…”
The doctor had said she couldn’t engage in strenuous activities for six months, as it could risk injuring her wounds.
“I see. You don’t need to.”
The girl gave a soft smile and reached out, pinching Song Nanqiao’s cheek.
“What do you mean…”
“I can sit on your finger and do it myself.”
This remark was surprising…
What was this young lady saying with such suggestive words?
Song Nanqiao stared at her wide-eyed, filled with disbelief. The girl in front of her, however, seemed to find everything quite reasonable, though she appeared a little bashful.
Wen Wenyao’s eyes took on a hazy look, appearing somewhat intoxicated. She embraced Song Nanqiao, leaning against her, occasionally licking Song Nanqiao’s neck. Song Nanqiao pushed her slightly, but the girl in front of her didn’t want to move and held her even tighter.
“Do you know what you’re saying…” Song Nanqiao’s throat moved.
“I do. Is it not allowed?” The girl lightly bit Song Nanqiao’s earlobe.
“Let’s do it another time…”
“I want it now.”
“You might get hurt…”
“Then I can be on the bottom.”
“Let’s just forget it.”
She couldn’t engage in strenuous activity, and it wasn’t worth the risk of injury.
This time, the girl in her arms seemed to fall silent. But Song Nanqiao felt her neck becoming wet, and she heard faint sobs. It seemed like she was crying…
“Don’t cry. What’s wrong?” Song Nanqiao hugged her tightly and ran her hand along the girl’s back.
“I’m so sad… You’ve been so distant these past few days…”
It was more of a lament, and Wen Wenyao cried quite heavily.
She wasn’t being unreasonable; she genuinely lacked a sense of security. If Song Nanqiao distanced herself for even a short period, Wen Wenyao’s mind would start to wander. She worried that Song Nanqiao had lost interest, and she was afraid that Song Nanqiao would get tired of her.
“I haven’t…” Song Nanqiao could only console her gently.
“Then prove it to me.” Wen Wenyao still didn’t want to leave Song Nanqiao’s embrace.
“What do you want?” This time, Song Nanqiao asked earnestly.
“I want you…”
“Alright.”
As if determined, Song Nanqiao pressed her onto the bed.
In the latter part of the night…
Wen Wenyao was concerned about Song Nanqiao’s health, so she had Song Nanqiao lie down. She herself took the initiative, straddling Song Nanqiao, swaying gently on top of her. Her fair waist swayed in the dark night, and Song Nanqiao felt a sudden warmth in her heart…
This encounter did not seem to alleviate the emotions hidden in Song Nanqiao’s heart but rather added more to them.
“Don’t overdo it…”
“It’s fine; it’s still the weekend tomorrow, and we have plenty of time.”
Blushing, Wen Wenyao breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn’t been satisfied yet, so how could she stop now?
This was just a little episode.
In the evening, Song Nanqiao was still the one cooking, preparing a hearty dinner as usual. However, Song Nanqiao noticed that Wen Wenyao’s appetite seemed to have decreased.
She seemed distracted during dinner, especially today when Wen Wenyao occasionally stared at her, indicating that her attention was not on the meal.
Song Nanqiao silently served Wen Wenyao several portions of dishes, hoping she would eat more. The girl across from her seemed to understand Song Nanqiao’s intention and made a few bites but still ate very little.
“If you can’t eat, don’t force yourself,” Song Nanqiao said.
“Mm,” the girl put down her chopsticks.
“Are you working tonight?” Wen Wenyao asked tentatively, watching Song Nanqiao closely.
“I probably won’t…” Song Nanqiao wasn’t entirely sure. She hadn’t planned to work, but she might still check on things.
“Really?” Wen Wenyao’s tone was gentle, without a hint of anger or disappointment.
But Song Nanqiao could sense something was amiss.
“I won’t work; I’ll stay with you.”
This time Song Nanqiao finally got to the point.
Hearing this, Wen Wenyao revealed a smile that had been absent for a long time. She immediately got up from the table, took Song Nanqiao’s face in her hands, and planted a kiss on her cheek.
“Can you come to keep me company earlier tonight?” Wen Wenyao grasped Song Nanqiao’s sleeve, her eyes filled with anticipation.
“Yes.” Song Nanqiao had planned to do just that.
With Song Nanqiao’s agreement, Wen Wenyao took her pajamas and went to take a bath, satisfied.
After Song Nanqiao finished washing the dishes, she also took a shower.
Usually, Song Nanqiao spent less time in the shower than Wen Wenyao because she only used shower gel, whereas Wen Wenyao applied skincare products after her bath. However, today, surprisingly, Wen Wenyao finished before her.
When Song Nanqiao entered the room, she saw Wen Wenyao lying obediently on the bed.
“Hug me…” Wen Wenyao extended her arms like a cat waiting for its owner’s affection.
Seeing her like this, Song Nanqiao felt soft-hearted. She bent down and embraced her.
“Wanna watch a movie?”
With the girl in her arms, Song Nanqiao picked up the remote control. The bedroom’s LCD TV was quite large.
“Mm,” Wen Wenyao replied softly, her voice gentle and compliant. She occasionally nuzzled Song Nanqiao’s neck as well.
As the movie played, both of them remained unusually quiet. Wen Wenyao occasionally said a few words to Song Nanqiao, and Song Nanqiao responded.
The movie was almost over.
“Do you want to sleep?” Song Nanqiao suggested, wanting her to rest early as it was getting late.
“I don’t want to sleep.”
Wen Wenyao rested her head on Song Nanqiao’s chest and looked up at her, her clear eyes seeming to imply something.
Having finally seized this opportunity, how could they sleep now?
“What do you want to do…” Song Nanqiao ignored her gaze, as given her current physical condition, she had no intentions of engaging in such activities.
“I want…”
The girl raised her head from Song Nanqiao’s chest, her lips brushing against Song Nanqiao’s ear, murmuring something that made Song Nanqiao’s cheeks instantly turn red.
“I can’t do that now; I’m still in the recovery period…”
The doctor had said she couldn’t engage in strenuous activities for six months, as it could risk injuring her wounds.
“I see. You don’t need to.”
The girl gave a soft smile and reached out, pinching Song Nanqiao’s cheek.
“What do you mean…”
“I can sit on your finger and do it myself.”
This remark was surprising…
What was this young lady saying with such suggestive words?
Song Nanqiao stared at her wide-eyed, filled with disbelief. The girl in front of her, however, seemed to find everything quite reasonable, though she appeared a little bashful.
Wen Wenyao’s eyes took on a hazy look, appearing somewhat intoxicated. She embraced Song Nanqiao, leaning against her, occasionally licking Song Nanqiao’s neck. Song Nanqiao pushed her slightly, but the girl in front of her didn’t want to move and held her even tighter.
“Do you know what you’re saying…” Song Nanqiao’s throat moved.
“I do. Is it not allowed?” The girl lightly bit Song Nanqiao’s earlobe.
“Let’s do it another time…”
“I want it now.”
“You might get hurt…”
“Then I can be on the bottom.”
“Let’s just forget it.”
She couldn’t engage in strenuous activity, and it wasn’t worth the risk of injury.
This time, the girl in her arms seemed to fall silent. But Song Nanqiao felt her neck becoming wet, and she heard faint sobs. It seemed like she was crying…
“Don’t cry. What’s wrong?” Song Nanqiao hugged her tightly and ran her hand along the girl’s back.
“I’m so sad… You’ve been so distant these past few days…”
It was more of a lament, and Wen Wenyao cried quite heavily.
She wasn’t being unreasonable; she genuinely lacked a sense of security. If Song Nanqiao distanced herself for even a short period, Wen Wenyao’s mind would start to wander. She worried that Song Nanqiao had lost interest, and she was afraid that Song Nanqiao would get tired of her.
“I haven’t…” Song Nanqiao could only console her gently.
“Then prove it to me.” Wen Wenyao still didn’t want to leave Song Nanqiao’s embrace.
“What do you want?” This time, Song Nanqiao asked earnestly.
“I want you…”
“Alright.”
As if determined, Song Nanqiao pressed her onto the bed.
In the latter part of the night…
Wen Wenyao was concerned about Song Nanqiao’s health, so she had Song Nanqiao lie down. She herself took the initiative, straddling Song Nanqiao, swaying gently on top of her. Her fair waist swayed in the dark night, and Song Nanqiao felt a sudden warmth in her heart…
This encounter did not seem to alleviate the emotions hidden in Song Nanqiao’s heart but rather added more to them.
“Don’t overdo it…”
“It’s fine; it’s still the weekend tomorrow, and we have plenty of time.”
Blushing, Wen Wenyao breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn’t been satisfied yet, so how could she stop now?
