Give Me Heartthrobs 52

Chapter 52: Passion

Since I’m called a vixen, shouldn’t I act the part? Wen Yu smiled, her nose brushing past Ye Qizhen’s as her lips slowly approached, then stopped, deliberately hovering on the verge of a kiss.

Ye Qizhen was going crazy. A familiar trick, but no matter how many times Wen Yu used it on her, she would obediently take the bait. At this moment, her face was hot, and her heart was hot too.

Almost cheek to cheek close.

An angle that would be very comfortable for kissing.

Wen Yu lowered her eyes slightly, staring at Ye Qizhen’s flushed cheeks. Originally she just wanted to tease Ye Qizhen, but getting this close, her own heart was hooked along.

Ye Qizhen swallowed quietly. Meeting Wen Yu’s gaze, an uncontrollable heat rose from the bottom of her heart. Suddenly, she anxiously blocked Wen Yu’s lips. While kissing and sucking, one hand caressed Wen Yu’s cheek. Soft lips, delicate skin, and the fragrance on her body—she liked them all terribly.

A warm softness landed on her lips. Wen Yu closed her eyes, a wave of electric numbness sweeping across the tip of her heart.

Instantly, the room fell silent.

Ye Qizhen was still kissing the corner of Wen Yu’s lips urgently, releasing and then holding again, not wanting to stop.

Wen Yu tilted her head and pressed closer to Ye Qizhen’s lips, entangling with each other.

When two people kiss impatiently, the passion doubles.

After a long while, Ye Qizhen gradually calmed down her impulse. When she released Wen Yu’s lips, her eyes were hazy, and her breathing was a mess. Wen Yu hadn’t recovered either, probably not expecting someone to be so passionate.

Foreheads rubbing against each other, the air around their faces was still hot.

Ye Qizhen felt shy belatedly, her mind full of thoughts about whether she was too thirsty. Kissing so urgently, where was any reserve? On second thought, what reserve? She and Wen Yu had been coveting each other for a long time…

Every time after kissing, Wen Yu liked to stare at Ye Qizhen. Ye Qizhen would smile shyly, sweeter than usual, and exclusive to her. She gazed into Ye Qizhen’s eyes and whispered, “So sweet.”

Ye Qizhen was indeed shy again, pursing her lips in a smile, forcing herself to act calm.

Wen Yu whispered again, “Want more.”

Getting along for so long, Ye Qizhen was somewhat used to Wen Yu’s directness. Embarrassed yet liking it, she stammered awkwardly, “Can you… be a little more reserved?”

Wen Yu asked back, “Is a vixen reserved?”

Ye Qizhen was mute. Reasonable and well-founded, irrefutable. It was just a casual remark, but she had a premonition that Wen Yu would be fixated on the word “vixen” in the future.

Not wanting to end just like this, Wen Yu glanced at Ye Qizhen’s lips, her eyes hinting obviously. Ye Qizhen saw it and stiffened. She decided to be deliberate too, refusing to take the initiative.

So Wen Yu leaned over directly, propping one arm on the sofa beside Ye Qizhen, and pressed over. Her body pinned Ye Qizhen against the sofa back, and the next second her lips pressed against the same spot on Ye Qizhen, kissing.

Ye Qizhen just hummed, responding tacitly immediately, completely instinctively. How can I be reserved when Wen Yu treats me like this at the drop of a hat? Whenever they kissed, Wen Yu became passionate as if she were a different person, despite being so cold and aloof in public.

Receiving a response, the corners of Wen Yu’s mouth lifted, continuing to kiss unsatisfiedly, with possessiveness. Her personality was quite extreme: when she didn’t care, she truly didn’t care; when she cared, she truly cared. Since they were together, she wouldn’t hide anything. She would show as much liking as she had in her heart, giving it all, regardless of the outcome.

After their first kiss on the grass that night, they couldn’t resist kissing again in a corner of the library later. But after all, it was outside, unlike now where they had no scruples and could try anything, kissing for as long as they wanted.

With the person you like, kissing can be self-taught. For example, unconsciously wanting to kiss deeper and deeper. The tip of the tongue tested bit by bit, inch by inch, from shy and unfamiliar to gradually familiar. A faint mint scent rolled in the mouth, soft and sweet, making one unable to resist tasting repeatedly.

“Mn—” Deep kissing made Ye Qizhen forget to breathe. Despite restraint, broken moans spilled from her nose.

“What’s the rush?” Wen Yu laughed at her in a low voice, panting.

“I didn’t…” Ye Qizhen sighed with a blushing face.

“You did…”

After a few simple glances, the chatting voice was soon drowned between their lips again. Gradually heavier breaths and intermittent sucking sounds stirred up more unrest. Lips and tongues blindly entangled with each other. Just getting together, and both experiencing this taste for the first time, they couldn’t get enough at all.

The rain poured down, and the warm yellow floor lamp shone silently. In the corner of the sofa, two thin bodies pressed together, chests heaving in sync, lips still kissing deeply and shallowly, gentle yet urgent.

The passionate love of youth came even more intensely than a summer thunderstorm.

Don’t know how long they kissed, only know the rain outside had stopped, but their lips and corners of their mouths were kissed wet. Wen Yu wiped for Ye Qizhen, and Ye Qizhen blushed instantly again.

Wen Yu thought it was cute, leaning in to kiss again.

Ye Qizhen looked at Wen Yu, very curious how Wen Yu managed to have flushed cheeks like hers but without a trace of shyness.

After kissing, neither spoke, just lying lazily on the sofa together, quietly looking at each other, touching faces, holding hands.

Ye Qizhen always felt she couldn’t look at Wen Yu enough. The love she once imagined was a bit different from now; now it was sweeter than she imagined, and also… more shameless than she imagined. Her gaze swept over Wen Yu’s brows and eyes, wondering if it was because she used to complain about not understanding what a heart flutter was that she met Wen Yu.

Wen Yu played with Ye Qizhen’s hair with her fingers. After a while, she asked softly, “How long are you going for summer vacation?” Actually, she wanted to ask last time, but seeing Ye Qizhen being clingy with the senior sister, she didn’t ask.

Ye Qizhen remembered she hadn’t told Wen Yu yet. “More than a month, forty days.”

Wen Yu sighed lightly. “So long.”

Ye Qizhen paused, saying softly, “I’ll call you every day.”

Wen Yu said, “Isn’t that the most basic thing?”

Ye Qizhen puffed her cheeks. Last time she mentioned this matter, the reaction was so faint she thought Wen Yu didn’t care. She tilted her head looking at Wen Yu, asking with a somewhat smug smile, “You can’t bear to part with me?”

Wen Yu blinked. “You’re quite thick-skinned too.”

A bit thick-skinned, but secure in the knowledge that she has backing. Obviously reluctant to part. After thinking, she kept her in suspense with great interest: “If you say you can’t bear to part, I’ll prepare a gift for you!”

Wen Yu gazed at Ye Qizhen quietly for a moment, didn’t answer, but turned sideways to rest her head on Ye Qizhen’s shoulder, arm draped over her waist in a half-hugging posture. She closed her eyes, faintly smelling the fragrance from the crook of Ye Qizhen’s neck, unable to resist leaning closer to smell. She always felt Ye Qizhen had a very special light fragrance on her, clean and pleasant, comfortable like the sun; smelling it too much was addictive.

Compared to a direct answer, Wen Yu’s reaction at this moment moved Ye Qizhen even more. An inexplicable happiness and satisfaction rose from the bottom of her heart; she knew Wen Yu would be reluctant to part with her. She turned her head, rubbing her nose tip against Wen Yu’s fluffy hair, stealing a kiss quietly.

After a long time, Wen Yu leaned against Ye Qizhen’s ear and asked, “What gift are you giving me?”

Ye Qizhen smiled at her, whispering softly: “You’ll know when you receive it.”

…

On the first day of summer vacation, Ye Qizhen set off with seven or eight classmates.

This time they were going to a mountainous area for volunteer teaching. Accompanied by photography students, they also planned to shoot a documentary about left-behind children. The senior sister started planning this summer practice activity very early, and Ye Qizhen had always been quite interested.

Twelve hours, a long journey.

Ye Qizhen sat by the window on the high-speed train, absent-minded.

Before, no matter how long they were apart, she always worried about Wen Yu, let alone going out of town for more than a month this time. When alone, Wen Yu liked to coop herself up in her room, wouldn’t eat properly, and often had stomachaches. Recalling carefully, since college, she and Wen Yu had been together almost all the time—attending classes together usually, staying in Nancheng together for summer vacation, returning to Beilin together for winter vacation. Unknowingly, they had long become each other’s habit.

“Want some water?” The senior sister beside her asked.

Ye Qizhen’s mind was elsewhere, no reaction at all.

“Ye Qizhen?” Shu Chen called again.

Only then did Ye Qizhen turn her head. She shook her head a beat slow, smiling politely. “Thank you.”

“Didn’t sleep well yesterday?” Shu Chen put the purified water back on the small table. “Want to lean on my shoulder to catch up on sleep?”

Ye Qizhen said repeatedly, “No need, no need.”

Shu Chen was amused. “What are you shy about?”

Ye Qizhen just smiled.

For some reason, she suddenly imagined Wen Yu’s reaction upon hearing this. Wen Yu would definitely torment her again.

She didn’t sleep well last night. She got sleepy easily when riding in vehicles. At this moment, she couldn’t help thinking: If only Wen Yu were by my side. Every time they rode in a vehicle, Wen Yu wouldn’t ask if she wanted to lean on her shoulder to sleep; usually, she would directly pull her head onto her shoulder and let her hug her arm comfortably.

Mn, miss girlfriend.

Missing her after only being apart for just over an hour.

She took out her phone and sent WeChat messages to Wen Yu, wishing she could report her location in real-time.

Wen Yu had pitifully few friends on WeChat. Except for Ye Qizhen, everyone else was muted. So as long as the phone’s WeChat rang, it must be from Ye Qizhen.

She picked up her phone to check in time.

Ye Puppy: Student Wen, remember to start opening tomorrow.

Wen Yu looked at the transparent glass jar on the desk, smiled, and replied: Got it.

The gift was stuffed to her by Ye Qizhen just before departure—a small jar of folded paper stars, colorful. Ye Qizhen told her to open one a day, saying that when the stars were finished, they could meet.

Ye Qizhen arrived at the local county town past ten at night. Several people booked a homestay in advance, staying overnight before transferring to a bus to the destination the next day. Arriving at the homestay, the first thing Ye Qizhen did was send a WeChat message to Wen Yu. She knew Wen Yu must be awake waiting for her message.

Wen Yu was still painting. Seeing Ye Qizhen message her to sleep early, she got up to shower. Lying in bed after showering, she couldn’t sleep well either. Her sleep quality had always been like this, rarely stable; she was used to it.

Late night at 11:30, time flowed unusually slowly.

Wen Yu turned over several times. It wasn’t until the phone screen showed 0:00 the next day that she sat up from the bed, took the glass jar from the bedside table, opened it, picked an orange paper star from inside, and unfolded it extremely carefully.

She guessed Ye Qizhen probably left her a sentence every day and folded it into a star, but when her gaze fixed on a line of small characters, she was still sweet and moved, smiling with hooked lips.

On the small paper strip full of creases, the handwriting was familiar: I like when you lower your head and smile.