Chapter 71: Secretly
The temperature at night was much lower than in the afternoon. Ye Qizhen felt a chill on the back of Wen Yu’s hand, so she held it to warm it up for her. “Cold?”
“Mn.” Wen Yu hummed, a perfect excuse to hug a while longer.
“Told you, it’s very cold in Beilin recently.” Ye Qizhen muttered while hugging her tightly. “Why didn’t you wear more?”
Wen Yu didn’t argue, just quietly listening to Ye Qizhen’s nagging. Even when scolding people, her voice was soft and gentle; she wouldn’t get tired of listening no matter how much.
“Never taking my words to heart…” Ye Qizhen’s voice faded. She was speaking seriously, but Wen Yu kept staring at her lips. Faces close, staring like this, the next moment she quieted down, unable to resist kissing the corner of Wen Yu’s mouth.
The corner of Wen Yu’s mouth lifted slightly, and she leaned in again.
Just as they touched lightly, the giggling and laughing of children disturbed the tranquility of the alley. An adult followed behind, shouting “Walk slower.”
Ye Qizhen quickly lowered her head and licked her lips. Wen Yu buried her face in Ye Qizhen’s scarf; warm, with a faint fragrance.
Wait until the footsteps beside them faded away. They glanced at each other and smiled in unison.
The wind was strong at the alley entrance, swirling snowflakes dancing in the sky. The snow gradually became heavier.
Wen Yu let go of Ye Qizhen at this moment, held her hand, and pulled her towards the other end of the alley.
Ye Qizhen followed quickly behind Wen Yu, hurried and wanton, forgetting the chill for a moment. She didn’t ask where Wen Yu was taking her; she guessed.
A few minutes’ walk brought them to the old house.
Ye Qizhen reasonably suspected that Wen Yu deliberately chose to have dinner next to the school so it would be more convenient…
Having been here too many times, Ye Qizhen was familiar with the layout. Just as her hand touched the switch, before her fingertip could press it, she was hugged by Wen Yu in the dark.
Softness touched her lips, accompanied by a familiar breath, sweeping over gently yet urgently. Ye Qizhen’s heart beat wildly. For a moment, she couldn’t care about turning on the light, only focusing on kissing Wen Yu.
Wen Yu lowered her head further, tongue tip sweeping and tracing. The dry and slightly cool lips became moist under sucking, getting softer the more she kissed, not wanting to let go.
Ye Qizhen was the same. She raised her arms to circle Wen Yu, hugging tightly.
There was faint light in the room, reflected from the street lamp by the window. They could vaguely see each other’s cheeks and the passionate devotion during the kiss.
Neither wanted the other to worry, so during these days of separation, they tacitly didn’t say words like “I miss you.” But at this moment, many things could be truly felt even without being spoken, silent and intense.
After a long time, Ye Qizhen fumbled to turn on the light. Only then did she see Wen Yu’s face clearly; her body was already warm.
Wen Yu’s body was also hot. She took off her coat, then helped Ye Qizhen take off her scarf and bulky padded jacket, putting them on the sofa.
Wearing only a form-fitting sweater, hugging was obviously more comfortable, and so was kissing.
Ye Qizhen accidentally tripped over the sofa leg and fell backward due to inertia. Fortunately, Wen Yu was holding her. Recklessly falling onto the sofa, she was pressed by Wen Yu neither lightly nor heavily, bumping her head a little.
Wen Yu smiled and helped Ye Qizhen rub it, maintaining this hugging posture, not planning to move away. She cupped Ye Qizhen’s cheek and asked in a low voice, “Were you wronged at home?”
When not by her side, she always worried about Ye Qizhen. Such a crybaby, yet often holding grievances, having to pretend nothing was wrong.
Ye Qizhen looked at Wen Yu and shook her head. Compared to the happiness and satisfaction of being with Wen Yu, those trivial troubles were negligible.
“Hug me.” Wen Yu murmured.
Every time she saw Wen Yu actively ask for a hug, Ye Qizhen would smile until her eyes squinted. Once Wen Yu became childish, it was double the cuteness. The long journey must have been tiring, right? “Very tired?”
Wen Yu buried her cheek in the crook of Ye Qizhen’s neck. The scent on Ye Qizhen reassured her. She hummed vaguely.
Ye Qizhen didn’t hear clearly, stroking Wen Yu’s long hair like comforting a kitten, stroking to the ends, all the way to her waist. She had greeted her family early saying she wouldn’t be back; tonight she could sleep hugging her girlfriend.
Moist and warm breath swept over her ear and back of her neck; Wen Yu was kissing her. Ye Qizhen was made soft by Wen Yu in a few strokes. She restrained herself, changing the subject: “Did you have fun going out to play?”
“It was okay.” Wen Yu rested her chin on her, looking at her. “Just…”
“What?” Ye Qizhen asked.
Wen Yu didn’t speak. While Ye Qizhen was speaking, she kissed her with a smile, not hurriedly but deeply. Explaining the unfinished words in another way.
Being kissed, Ye Qizhen’s palm rubbed randomly on Wen Yu’s waist, her heart messed up along with it.
“Wen Yu.” Couldn’t kiss anymore, Ye Qizhen was getting anxious. She released her lips at the right time, but Wen Yu didn’t leave a second of gap, blocking and advancing again. “Mn—”
Ye Qizhen could feel that Wen Yu probably… wanted it too. Her voice trembled. “Aren’t you very tired?”
Wen Yu pressed her lips against Ye Qizhen’s, saying coquettishly, “Then you help me shower.”
The feeling of acting coquettishly with each other was really good. Besides, naked temptation. Ye Qizhen admitted defeat. At this moment, she couldn’t resist anymore, anxiously kissing her.
Wen Yu dodged a few times, smiling at Ye Qizhen’s aggrieved and impatient expression.
Just as Ye Qizhen felt restless from missing, she was caught off guard and forcefully kissed. She sucked Wen Yu’s lips, turning passivity into initiative, not letting her let go again.
Wen Yu responded with a light laugh. With Ye Qizhen, playing hard to get worked anytime.
Not seeing each other for so long, it wasn’t just mental longing. Didn’t stay in the bathroom for too long; the bed was more comfortable.
Ye Qizhen hid half her face in the pillow, biting her lip but still spilling sounds. Her face was terribly red; probably not having touched for a long time, she felt intense with just a slight touch from Wen Yu.
Tossing and turning. Wen Yu was also sensitive, becoming emotional in no time. She pulled Ye Qizhen over, voice hoarse: “Did you secretly take extra lessons?”
Ye Qizhen was shy, embarrassed to admit it. She just felt Wen Yu would like it; doing a bit more homework was nothing, as long as Wen Yu liked it.
“Tired?” Ye Qizhen asked.
Wen Yu turned over, helped Ye Qizhen up, and changed position—
Silence only after a long time.
Ye Qizhen hugged Wen Yu, rubbing her nose against her shoulder and neck. Liked the hug after indulgence, enjoying it even more than physical satisfaction.
“Puppy.” The blush on Wen Yu’s cheeks hadn’t faded. She closed her eyes and let Ye Qizhen rub, the corners of her lips always raised; liked it too much.
Ye Qizhen kissed her chin, tireless. Puppy it is.
The wind and snow were heavy at night, but it was warm and comfortable under the covers. Wen Yu hugged Ye Qizhen, falling asleep quickly due to exhaustion. Ye Qizhen carefully tucked in the quilt. Seeing Wen Yu sleeping soundly, she loved to watch a while longer.
Waking up every morning, Wen Yu would subconsciously reach out to hug Ye Qizhen, a natural action.
Her arm lightly swept the side, but brushed over an empty sheet. Wen Yu opened her eyes from half-dreaming; the pillow beside her was empty. Ye Qizhen wasn’t there.
Gradually waking up, Wen Yu sat up from the bed, tidied her slightly messy long hair, and walked out of the bedroom, still not seeing Ye Qizhen.
The room seemed to have been tidied up; the clothes scattered on the floor last night were neatly folded on the sofa.
Wen Yu looked around before seeing breakfast left on the dining table, and a note under the keys.
She picked up the note and read it. The message was in Ye Qizhen’s handwriting: Something came up, went home for a bit. Remember to heat up breakfast if it’s cold.
Gone already? Wen Yu rubbed her forehead. Slept too deeply, didn’t notice at all. Ye Qizhen didn’t wake her up either; didn’t know when she left.
The breakfast on the table was still warm; she must have left not long ago.
…
Ye Qizhen received a call from Chen Yin around eight in the morning urging her to go back. She didn’t say specifically what it was about; she guessed it was probably guests visiting home again today.
However, after returning home, only Chen Yin was there, quiet and deserted.
“Mom.” Ye Qizhen quickly sensed the atmosphere was wrong. She saw Chen Yin’s expression wasn’t good either. “What’s the matter?”
But Chen Yin remained silent.
Ye Qizhen knew very well that although Chen Yin was strict, only when extremely dissatisfied would she be like this—saying nothing, staring at you with oppressive eyes first, as if waiting for you to admit your mistake first.
Chen Yin took a breath and questioned in a voice neither loud nor quiet: “Where did you stay last night?”
