Give Me Heartthrobs 62

Chapter 62: Gentle as Water

It wasn’t until dusk that the two finished tidying up the room.

Ye Qizhen hadn’t rested yet, standing by the bed, organizing clothes into the closet one by one. Seeing Ye Qizhen bustling about all day without taking a breath, Wen Yu hugged her from behind, tilting her head to look at Ye Qizhen’s face.

Ye Qizhen turned her head to meet Wen Yu’s gaze and smiled. She discovered that Wen Yu seemed to particularly like hugging her from behind. This kind of hug was something she used to dream about, and now it had come true.

Wen Yu kissed the corner of her mouth first. “Not tired? Leave it, I’ll help you organize tomorrow.”

“Not tired.” Ye Qizhen had a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder; what’s done today is done today.

Wen Yu said nothing, lowering her eyes to kiss her again.

Kissed twice, Ye Qizhen forgot about organizing clothes. Maintaining the turned-head posture, she met Wen Yu’s approaching lips and kissed back, smiling.

Is this the joy of cohabitation?

A world of two, hugging whenever we want, kissing whenever we want.

After kissing clingily for half a minute, Ye Qizhen stopped. “I haven’t finished organizing.”

“I’ll do it, you rest.” Wen Yu let go of Ye Qizhen then, thinking that since they lived together anyway, they had plenty of time.

“It’s okay, almost done.” Ye Qizhen continued to be busy.

Seeing their clothes hanging squeezed together in the closet, the two couldn’t help looking at each other and smiling tacitly, feeling a special sense of satisfaction.

Twilight sank in the west; it was dinner time. Wen Yu leaned against the cabinet. “What do you want to eat? My treat.”

It wasn’t dark yet, so there was still time to cook themselves. Ye Qizhen said enthusiastically, “How about eating at home? Your girlfriend will cook personally.” First day of cohabitation, wanted something special.

“Okay.” Wen Yu followed her lead.

A large supermarket was just two bus stops away, very convenient.

The weekend was lively. The two pushed a shopping cart side by side, wandering around the supermarket, chatting and laughing. Following the shopping list, Ye Qizhen quickly bought almost everything.

Considering they would cook often in the future, Wen Yu grabbed a pack of kitchen paper towels.

Ye Qizhen secretly compared the prices on the labels and pointed. “Take that bigger combo pack, better value.”

Wen Yu: “You’re so good at managing a household?”

“Yes, you lucked out.” Ye Qizhen said playfully, standing on tiptoe to reach the large pack on the highest shelf. Just as her hand was about to touch the packaging, Wen Yu used her height advantage to reach out and easily take it down for her, putting it into the cart.

Ye Qizhen turned to look at Wen Yu behind her, stubbornly saying, “I could reach it.”

Wen Yu was amused. She wrapped her arm around Ye Qizhen’s waist and pinched lightly. An intimate little gesture.

Ye Qizhen happened to touch cheeks with Wen Yu. Being half-hugged by Wen Yu like this, the fragrance on her body enveloped her, leaving only one thought in her mind: Want to go back.

“Cough…” A light cough came from behind, and the sound of wheels rolling on the ground got closer.

Someone was there. Ye Qizhen restrained herself, but didn’t expect to run into Tang Tang when she turned around. Tang Tang was looking at her and Wen Yu intently. “Sweetie.”

This was the only slightly larger supermarket near the university town, so basically everyone came here; meeting acquaintances wasn’t strange. Tang Tang had already started school for a week; the Medical University always started earlier than them.

Tang Tang had noticed Ye Qizhen for a while. Originally she was preparing to come over and say hello, but seeing the two… it felt inconvenient.

Pushing the cart closer, Tang Tang let out a long “Tsk tsk tsk” at Ye Qizhen first.

Ye Qizhen: “…”

Wen Yu remained calm throughout, greeting Tang Tang with a faint smile. “What a coincidence.”

“Yeah, you guys are buying things too.” Tang Tang responded properly. Although she didn’t meet Wen Yu many times, she was stunned every time. Glimpsing the contents of Ye Qizhen’s cart—food and daily necessities—and seeing her shopping with Wen Yu, she asked, “Are you guys living together?”

“Mn,” Ye Qizhen was faintly shy, knowing Tang Tang would definitely imagine a lot, “Living together this semester.”

With this cohabitation speed, Tang Tang didn’t need to think. With Ye Qizhen’s level, meeting a vixen like Wen Yu, she was probably eaten clean long ago.

But seeing Ye Qizhen with Wen Yu, her happiness was genuine. Didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

She knew Ye Qizhen. Ye Qizhen wasn’t like Tang Xiao who acted on whims. Since she was dating Wen Yu, she must be serious about it, considering no less than herself. Feelings were like drinking water, knowing whether it’s cold or warm oneself; she had nothing to say.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Tang Tang said she still had things to buy and left first.

Wen Yu looked in the direction Tang Tang left, remembering that day Ye Qizhen had an unpleasant moment with Tang Tang because of her.

“Let’s go back.” Ye Qizhen pulled Wen Yu’s hand.

“Mn.” Wen Yu smiled.

When they returned to the apartment, night had fallen.

Although the furnishings in the room remained the same, Wen Yu intuitively felt the difference from before. Many things became double portions, and a faint citrus scent could be smelled—Ye Qizhen’s favorite aromatherapy scent, which she liked too. Every bit of change brightened her mood suddenly.

In the kitchen, chopping and stir-frying, Ye Qizhen was a bit flustered. Wen Yu watched the fun from the side. Several times she wanted to help, but Ye Qizhen wouldn’t let her touch anything, insisting on doing it herself.

“Ye Qizhen, you really are clumsy.”

“As long as it tastes good.”

“Are you sure it will taste good?”

…

Shopping together, cooking together, watching a movie together after dinner to kill time. Just living together, doing even the most mundane things felt very fresh.

Ye Qizhen belonged to the type with an extremely low laughing point. Even movies with sparse jokes could keep her amused throughout.

Wen Yu was infected. She turned her head to look at the person beside her, zoning out unconsciously. Because of Ye Qizhen, the always deserted small apartment began to liven up, and even every minute and second became vibrant. Unlike when Ye Qizhen stayed overnight before, living together meant she no longer had to endure doubled loneliness and desolation after Ye Qizhen left.

Ye Qizhen noticed Wen Yu’s attention wasn’t on the movie at all. “Why are you looking at me?”

Wen Yu said unhurriedly, “If not looking at you, who should I look at?”

Ye Qizhen could never win against Wen Yu. Just then, catching a supporting character in the movie dropping a joke, she burst out laughing.

Wen Yu laughed along, complaining by the way: “Ye Qizhen, can your laughing point be any lower?”

“Aren’t you laughing too?” Ye Qizhen retorted.

“I’m laughing at you.” Wen Yu said bluntly.

Being stared at by Wen Yu constantly, Ye Qizhen’s mind wandered too, her gaze locking on Wen Yu’s face. Wen Yu’s gaze also never left Ye Qizhen’s brows and eyes.

Just living together, they simultaneously harbored many not-so-mundane thoughts.

Wen Yu couldn’t help pulling Ye Qizhen into a hug.

Ye Qizhen turned sideways and hugged Wen Yu back. They had hugged so many times, but this action had an indescribable clumsiness. Revealing something.

From the moment Ye Qizhen came out of the shower just now, smelling the scent of body wash on her, Wen Yu had long been distracted. Hugging now, her heart thumped.

Silence.

Neither looked at the TV screen anymore.

Staring at each other for too long would change the atmosphere.

Ye Qizhen’s eyelashes fluttered, her gaze sweeping over Wen Yu’s slightly parted red lips. Just as her heart itched with desire, Wen Yu gently kissed her lips—

Breath light and shallow, soft rubbing, gentle as water.

Wen Yu stroked Ye Qizhen’s spine, fingertips scraping the fabric of the pajamas, feeling as if they were burning. She whispered, “Gone yet?”

Ye Qizhen touched Wen Yu’s forehead and hummed a muffled “Mn.”

Accompanying the gradually increasing rise and fall of her chest, Wen Yu’s extremely low voice trembled. “I want…” She always followed her heart, having no self-control in front of Ye Qizhen, just like how she, indifferent to everything, couldn’t resist flirting with Ye Qizhen back then.

Ye Qizhen gazed at Wen Yu’s face, ear tips burning, not just from shyness.

Seeing Ye Qizhen blush, Wen Yu found it even harder to control her liking. She rubbed her nose tip against Ye Qizhen’s cheek, then watched quietly, waiting expectantly for a response.

Wen Yu rarely said “I want” directly; more often she asked “Can I,” in everything. So hearing Wen Yu say this, after meeting her gaze for less than half a second, Ye Qizhen hugged Wen Yu tightly while blocking Wen Yu’s hovering lips. Giving her the answer.

Lips warm and soft, Wen Yu lowered her eyes at the right time.

Hugging on the sofa, lips and tongues grinding together, lacking the reckless impulse of anxiety, adding delicate and lingering gentleness, yet stirring up more ripples in the bottom of the heart. Just kissing shallowly and deeply a few times, breathing became terribly messy, probably knowing what they could have tonight.

The light and shadow cast by the TV screen reflected on their faces, flickering. Ye Qizhen still cupped Wen Yu’s cheek with her palm, staring only at the person in front of her, unable to care about anything else.

Wen Yu turned her head and kissed Ye Qizhen’s palm.

Ye Qizhen saw it. She kissed Wen Yu’s forehead lightly, then pressed closer to Wen Yu.

Wen Yu sensed Ye Qizhen was stiff all over. “Why are you so nervous?”

Seen through, Ye Qizhen bit her lip, hesitating to speak. She rested her head on Wen Yu’s shoulder muffledly, hugging the person in her arms tightly.

Wen Yu touched the back of Ye Qizhen’s head, feeling her own heartbeat as fast as Ye Qizhen’s. Cheek pressing against Ye Qizhen’s hair, she couldn’t help turning her head to kiss Ye Qizhen’s ear, breath sweeping over the root of the ear.

Touching my ear again. Ye Qizhen gritted her teeth lightly. After a while, she pressed her lips to kiss Wen Yu’s jaw, all the way to her lips.

Wen Yu smiled successfully. Before Ye Qizhen could kiss, she held the back of Ye Qizhen’s head, opened her lips, and delivered her own lips and tongue in time.

The familiar kiss stirred up unfamiliar palpitations. Wen Yu was reluctant to separate, asking Ye Qizhen while kissing, “On the sofa?”