Shi Ning found herself truly intimidated by the “yellow girls” and, more pressingly, by Qin Heye’s steadily closing proximity. To avert any further escalation, she swiftly flicked water droplets at him, fixing him with a playful, yet firm, gaze. “If you want me to wash your hands, just say so,” she chided, “no need for games.”
Qin Heye, thwarted in his attempt to steal a kiss, regarded Shi Ning with an expression of tender amusement. He complied instantly, his thin lips curving into a slight smile. “Then I’ll trouble my wife to meticulously clean each of my fingers, one by one.”
The words themselves were innocent, but the husky timbre of Qin Heye’s voice conveyed an unmistakable undertone that made Shi Ning’s face flush. The “yellow girls” in the barrage also erupted in excited screams hearing his voice.
[The look of the big villain looking at the female supporting role is simply the look of eating and wiping clean, which is interpreted vividly.]
[Tsk, the look of the big villain looking at the female supporting role seems not to wash his hands, but to wash something else, which makes people feel more terrified than giving him a bath.]
[Ahhh, hungry, meat, eat eat eat.]
Qin Heye’s gaze ignited a fire within Shi Ning, causing her heart to race. Fearing the intensity might escalate, she quickly finished washing his hands and released them. “Done,” she announced.
Qin Heye’s eyes never left her. “Wife,” he requested obediently, “wipe them for me .”
Shi Ning’s cheeks colored again as she took a tissue and carefully dried his hands. When she looked up, the “big yellow girls” of the barrage were at it again.
[Wipe! Wipe it hard for me! Wipe it clean, wipe it without any water!]
Ignoring the clamor, Shi Ning asked Qin Heye, “Are you full?”
He met her gaze. “No.”
“Then go eat some more, wait… um.” Before Shi Ning could finish her thought, she found herself pulled into Qin Heye’s arms. He lowered his head, claiming her red lips. He nipped at them gently. “I’ll eat you first.”
The suddenness of this kiss left Shi Ning rigid for a moment, a wave of unfamiliar discomfort washing over her. But quickly, she embraced Qin Heye’s neck, rising on her tiptoes to meet his kiss with a soft, reciprocal movement. This gentle response ignited something primal within Qin Heye. The kiss deepened, becoming more fervent, his embrace tightening as if to meld her into him.
The sink was situated on a balcony, directly overlooking the yard. Below, Shen Xizhou stood beneath a floral vine swing, a silent witness to Shi Ning and Qin Heye’s passionate embrace by the basin. The soft glow of the light illuminated them, Qin Heye holding Shi Ning’s waist as if to absorb her into his very being, while she clung to his neck, returning his kiss. They appeared stunning, bathed in a romantic aura, as if time itself had paused to honor their moment.
Shen Xizhou found the scene suddenly blinding, a painful ache blooming in his chest. He recalled his own childhood with Shi Ning, their confirmed relationship at eighteen, where their intimacy had extended only to holding hands and chaste hugs. The girl he had guarded so carefully, reluctant to even touch, was now being so casually embraced and kissed by Qin Heye.
Overwhelmed, Shen Xizhou averted his gaze. He deliberately pulled out his phone, feigning a call, his voice conspicuously loud. “Mr. Wang…”
His voice shattered the intimate moment between Qin Heye and Shi Ning. Qin Heye released Shi Ning, his gaze dropping to her. “Someone’s here.”
“Huh?” Shi Ning, still reeling from the kiss, looked up, her beautiful eyes unfocused and brimming with a dreamy affection.
“It’s Shen Xizhou,” Qin Heye’s voice was low, laced with a hint of bitterness. “He’s watching us, deliberately talking loudly on the phone. He seems jealous.”
A flicker of clarity returned to Shi Ning’s eyes. She stared at Qin Heye, wide-eyed.
Qin Heye took a deep breath, his expression shifting to one of mild aggrievedness. “I’m jealous too.”
Shi Ning simply stared. He let go and stopped kissing me, even though I wasn’t even bothered by Shen Xizhou’s voice? And then he just tells me he’s jealous? He really is so straightforward.
Shi Ning turned, her gaze landing on Shen Xizhou by the swing. As their eyes met, Shen Xizhou quickly looked away, lifting his chin, adopting what he considered his most handsome angle, pretending to ignore Shi Ning.
“Really pretending!” Shi Ning rolled her eyes and called out, “Shen Xizhou!”
Shen Xizhou then looked at Shi Ning with feigned seriousness. “Hmm?”
“Pose a cool pose.”
Having delivered her instruction, Shi Ning immediately turned back to Qin Heye, rising on her tiptoes to kiss his thin lips once more. “A reward for you, jealous guy,” she whispered.
Shen Xizhou, having heard Shi Ning, had already begun to lean against the swing frame, preparing his pose. But before he could fully settle, he witnessed Shi Ning initiating a kiss with Qin Heye. He stumbled, momentarily disoriented, and leaned awkwardly. With a resounding bang, Shen Xizhou tumbled to the ground, his head striking the swing’s fixed frame. He cried out, clutching the back of his head in pain. “Ah!”
“Shen Xizhou fell…” Qin Heye began.
“Bah!” Shi Ning interrupted, holding Qin Heye’s cheek and kissing him deeply. “Don’t worry about him! Let’s keep kissing.”