Give Me Heartthrobs 60

Chapter 60: Reward

Ye Qizhen asked, “You’re not going back?”

Wen Yu leaned in, hugging Ye Qizhen tighter. “I’m staying here tonight.”

Although Wen Yu was asking, Ye Qizhen could feel that Wen Yu wanted her to stay. Besides, hugging her so tightly, was there any intention of letting her go back? Of course, she also wanted to stick with her girlfriend, so hearing Wen Yu say this, she immediately answered softly, “Then I won’t go back either.”

When Ye Qizhen spoke in a small voice, it was as soft as cotton candy. Wen Yu looked down at her. “Acting coquettishly again.”

Embarrassed by the comment, but Ye Qizhen didn’t restrain herself, continuing to smile softly at Wen Yu. Because she knew Wen Yu would tolerate and like everything about her.

Wen Yu couldn’t help kissing the dimple on Ye Qizhen’s cheek, a smile spreading on her lips too.

Ye Qizhen loved watching Wen Yu smile too much, especially like this right now, smiling just for her. After Wen Yu kissed her cheek, she proactively turned her lips and kissed the corner of Wen Yu’s upturned mouth.

Dusk fell; the room was dim and warm. The twilight shone through the window, reflecting on their youthful faces. They hugged intimately, yet at this moment, there were no restless thoughts; just simple immersion and satisfaction.

Through the school uniform, Wen Yu stroked Ye Qizhen’s back gently, suddenly asking her, “Does it feel like we’re secretly dating early (puppy love)?”

Ye Qizhen nodded in agreement. Today felt like their passionate love had been advanced by several years.

Hope that many, many years later, they would still be like this.

Wen Yu rested her chin on Ye Qizhen’s shoulder, her gaze quietly sweeping over this room—old and familiar, sealing too many of her lonely and sad memories.

But after knowing Ye Qizhen, she started to like this room. Ye Qizhen was like a warm breeze, sweeping into her world, blowing away the terrible old dust bit by bit, leaving her warmth she had never dared to hope for.

Suddenly holding me without speaking, is she thinking of those past events?

Ye Qizhen hugged the person in her arms as tightly as possible, turning her face to look at Wen Yu. “What are you thinking about again?”

Wen Yu came back to her senses. “Thinking why my girlfriend is so cute.”

Childish dialogue between a young couple.

“So you feel very happy,” Ye Qizhen joked smugly, “Right?”

Wen Yu responded seriously this time: “Yes.”

Ye Qizhen looked at Wen Yu for a moment, unable to help calling out gently: “Baby.”

Wen Yu’s heart warmed. “Mn.”

Ye Qizhen smiled shyly. “Everything is getting better.”

Wen Yu reached out and rubbed Ye Qizhen’s cheek. If anyone else said this to her, she would have been dismissive, but hearing Ye Qizhen say it by her side, she felt that everything really would get better. The little positivity and optimism she had deep down were all given by Ye Qizhen.

Hugged for a while longer.

It was quite hot strolling in the afternoon. Ye Qizhen was afraid the smell of sweat on her body would make Wen Yu uncomfortable. “I’m sweaty, I’ll go shower.”

Wen Yu didn’t let go. “Haven’t hugged enough.”

Ye Qizhen: “Let you hug after washing.”

Really had a way with coaxing her girlfriend. Thinking they could stay together all night and had plenty of time, Wen Yu hummed an “Mn,” kissed Ye Qizhen on the cheek, and let her go.

Night fell. Ye Qizhen didn’t plan to take Wen Yu out for a stroll again. This old apartment had become their secret base since who knows when; it was the place they met most often in Beilin.

Holding many youthful and ambiguous memories.

Ye Qizhen would always remember that night on the rooftop when Wen Yu suddenly kissed her, making her heart beat like a drum.

Turns out liking someone is really like a flood or a beast, uncontrollable.

While Wen Yu was showering, Ye Qizhen called home, saying she was staying at a friend’s house tonight. Chen Yin lectured her on the phone, saying she wasn’t afraid of attracting gossip. But she couldn’t do anything about her.

After showering, both changed into fresh and loose white T-shirts, a proper couple outfit. Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the bedroom, they helped each other blow-dry their hair.

Ye Qizhen was naturally meticulous and caring, needless to say towards Wen Yu. Her fingertips were gentle, teasing and blowing Wen Yu’s half-dry hair fluffy bit by bit.

After drying the hair.

Wen Yu turned around and asked Ye Qizhen, “Told your family you’re not going back?”

“Just called.” Ye Qizhen put down the hairdryer and thoughtfully helped Wen Yu tidy the stray hairs on her forehead. “Didn’t argue with Auntie these past few days, right?”

“No, very harmonious.” Wen Yu found it incredible herself.

Ye Qizhen was relieved. “So well-behaved?”

The corner of Wen Yu’s mouth lifted slightly. Ye Qizhen’s appearance after showering was what you called well-behaved—long black straight hair loose like a waterfall, skin fair and flushed. Looking a bit more, she couldn’t help pulling Ye Qizhen into a hug. “Want a reward, can I?”

Ye Qizhen responded to every request, kissing Wen Yu on the lips with a “mwah” sound.

The belated sweetness after a short separation; getting along tonight was even more cloying than before, evident in every look at each other.

Wen Yu cupped Ye Qizhen’s cheek with her palm, pressing her head closer to Ye Qizhen. “Not enough.” The subtext in her movements and eyes was obvious.

Breaths getting closer and closer, making the air ambiguous. Ye Qizhen’s chest rose and fell slowly. She smiled knowingly, lowered her eyes, and kissed Wen Yu’s lips.

Just showered, body fragrant, lips wet and soft, kissing felt exceptionally comfortable.

Kissed lightly a few times, tongues tracing each other. Just as Wen Yu wanted to kiss deeper.

Interrupted right on time by a phone call.

Ye Qizhen stopped, slowed down first, then went to pick up the phone on the side seriously.

Kissed until her face was red. Seeing Ye Qizhen’s reaction now, Wen Yu wanted to laugh.

Ye Qizhen thought it was a call from home again, but result—she gave Wen Yu a look signaling she had to answer the phone.

Wen Yu remained silent. Glimpsing the word “Senior Sister” on the caller ID.

Guessed who it was.

Calming herself down in front of the mirror, Ye Qizhen dared to answer.

Wen Yu stood by the side. Stopping so abruptly made her mouth dry. While Ye Qizhen answered the phone, she walked over and hugged Ye Qizhen from behind, pulling her into her arms.

Ye Qizhen stiffened, caught off guard.

Wen Yu scraped her nose tip against her ear, snickering, and whispered very, very lightly, “Hurry up.”

Ye Qizhen looked at Wen Yu hugging her deeply from behind in the mirror. Meeting her gaze, it was simply sweet to the core, almost forgetting to speak. “Hello, Senior Sister…”

Does she have to be so sweet when talking to others too? Wen Yu was already unable to hold back, plus possessiveness was at work. She lowered her head, burying her face directly into the crook of Ye Qizhen’s shoulder, arms tightening around Ye Qizhen’s waist simultaneously.

With the increasingly intimate posture, Ye Qizhen’s nerves tightened.

Wen Yu pushed her luck, kissing finely on Ye Qizhen’s neck, then bit by bit to behind the ear, breath spraying, wetly kissing the root of Ye Qizhen’s ear. She clearly remembered every preference of Ye Qizhen, including that kissing her ear would make Ye Qizhen blush and sensitive, and hug her tightly.

A wave of numbness instantly swept every corner of her body. Ye Qizhen couldn’t quite hear what the senior sister was saying on the other end of the phone anymore; seemed to be saying she was in a bad mood and wanted to chat. But at this time, how could she have the mind to chat with anyone?

Holding back, she turned her head to look at Wen Yu, wanting Wen Yu to tone it down. But as soon as she turned back Wen Yu took the opportunity to block her lips.

Wen Yu half-opened her eyes, holding Ye Qizhen’s upper lip and deliberately sucking audibly. Just once, not too excessive, leaving Ye Qizhen a chance to speak.

But with this disturbance, things got a bit out of control. Her forehead rubbed against Ye Qizhen’s hair, her palm wandering over flatness, then brushing past warmth and softness. Suddenly her heart exploded… Ye Qizhen wasn’t as thin and dry as she imagined.

Ye Qizhen’s head was completely hot. She bit her lower lip tightly, daring not to make a sound. Standing in front of the mirror, she took in every move of Wen Yu behind her.

“Senior Sister, I still have something to do…” Ye Qizhen was going crazy, struggling to squeeze out this sentence. As soon as she hung up, she was almost trembling as she panted—

Wen Yu’s nose tip pressed against Ye Qizhen’s ear. When she spoke, her breath was scorching, filled with possessiveness: “Calling you again. Your senior sister is so clingy to you, does she like you?”