A small mishap occurred while grabbing the soda. Since the fridge was packed full, the can slipped out of Liu Changqing’s hand and rolled across the floor. He quickly picked it up and carefully pushed the other items back into place before heading to the living room.
He held the soda out to An Yuanyao.
“Here.”
She took it with a bright smile, twisting the cap open.
Though it took a bit of effort, she managed to do it without any trouble.
The mont the cap loosened, the soda inside erupted like a fountain.
Before she could fully remove the cap, she shrieked and hurriedly twisted it back on.
But it was too late—so of the soda had already splashed onto her clothes and even her face.
Holding the bottle in one hand, she stretched out the other, letting the soda drip from her fingers, her expression montarily dazed.
Then, she slowly looked up at Liu Changqing.
The unexpected turn of events had startled him as well.
He hadn’t shaken the bottle—just dropped it from the fridge…
“I’ll get you a towel!”
Snapping out of it, Liu Changqing rushed into the bathroom, grabbed his own face towel, and handed it to her.
An Yuanyao placed the soda on the coffee table and used the towel to wipe her face.
But her clothes…
Feeling the dampness on her chest, she pouted.
“My clothes are wet… it’s so uncomfortable…”
“My bad. I should’ve warned you that I dropped the soda earlier…”
Feeling guilty, Liu Changqing sighed. Looking at her discomfort, he made a decision.
Liu Changqing sat stiffly on the couch, his eyes on the TV, though he wasn’t really watching it.
The sound of running water ca from the bathroom.
An Yuanyao was showering.
She had taken off her soda-stained clothes before going in.
Since there weren’t any won’s clothes in his house, Liu Changqing had given her one of his short-sleeved T-shirts to wear.
For so reason, he felt restless.
This body was 35 years old, perfectly healthy, and had two children.
His eldest son, Liu Zhiyue.
His youngest daughter, Liu Xiazhi.
No dical conditions, strong physique, and after so recent exercise, he had even noticeably improved his leg and core strength.
Back when Lan Yixian and her daughter had been staying over, Liu Changqing had once had a dream.
A dream… that wasn’t appropriate to discuss.
When he woke up and saw Lan Yixian making breakfast, he had instinctively avoided eye contact with her.
It had taken him a few days to shake off the awkwardness.
Now, with the sound of water running in the bathroom, he found himself unable to focus on the TV.
This was supposed to be completely normal.
When his son or daughter took a shower, he never felt this uneasy.
But now, he was painfully aware that the person in there… was An Yuanyao.
The woman who, just an hour ago, had officially beco his girlfriend.
That was when it hit him.
He should have taken her straight ho after dinner instead of stupidly bringing her back here.
Would she think he was the type to casually bring won ho?
If so… wouldn’t that ruin the dignified and righteous image he had built in her mind?
The water stopped.
A mont later, the hum of a hairdryer started.
To stop himself from overthinking, Liu Changqing focused on the remote and started flipping through channels.
There was nothing decent on at noon.
Just brainless inforcials or those obstacle-course reality shows that had recently beco popular.
He stopped flipping.
This was at least watchable.
The bathroom door opened.
An Yuanyao walked out, holding a pink toothbrush.
She was wearing his T-shirt, which barely reached her thighs.
“Changqing…”
She had adjusted quickly.
Even though they had only been an official couple for just over an hour, she had already changed the way she addressed him.
That single word pulled Liu Changqing’s attention from the TV.
And then, his eyes locked onto her.
First, her face.
Then, slowly downward.
“…”
His throat bobbed as he swallowed.
“You… you showered fast.”
“Whose toothbrush is this? I saw five of them on the sink…”
Instead of answering him, she asked her own question.
Liu Changqing snapped out of his daze and glanced at the toothbrush in her hand.
Oh, right.
“That’s… Lan Yixian’s. She forgot to take it when she left. I just never got around to throwing it away.”
“Lan Yixian?”
She repeated the na, her brows furrowing slightly.
Her eyes flickered between Liu Changqing and the toothbrush in her hand.
She still rembered that woman.
That kind of presence—impossible for another woman to forget.
For so reason, an inexplicable sense of crisis rose in her heart.
After thinking for a mont, she said,
“Then I’ll just throw out all of their toothbrushes for you?”
“Do whatever you want.”
With his casual approval, she turned and walked back into the bathroom.
The mont she disappeared, Liu Changqing’s carefully maintained composure shattered.
His mouth, which had been tightly shut, suddenly opened as he sucked in several deep breaths.
His mind was blank, save for one thought.
She’s thirty-four?
How…
Before he could think further, she was back.
After disposing of Lan Yixian and her daughter’s old belongings, she walked out of the bathroom.
Noticing her presence, Liu Changqing quickly wiped any emotion from his face and focused on the TV, pretending to be deeply engrossed.
An Yuanyao, still wearing his oversized T-shirt, watched him for a mont before walking over.
Then, she stopped directly in front of him, blocking the TV screen.
Liu Changqing felt his neck stiffen.
Slowly, he raised his head to look at her.
He swallowed.
“You…”
He didn’t get to finish.
An Yuanyao turned slightly and sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Her head dipped slightly, eyes eting his.
Whether it was the heat in the room or the warmth of her freshly showered body, her cheeks were noticeably flushed.
Her upper teeth gently bit her lower lip.
Then, she released it.
She hesitated for a mont, struggling internally.
She thought of Lan Yixian.
A tiny flicker of jealousy and a sense of urgency surged within her.
Finally, gathering her courage, she slowly lowered her head.
Her forehead gently touched his.
She could feel his deepened breathing.
Her voice, barely above a whisper, trembled as she spoke.
“…Do you want to go to your room… and turn on the air conditioning?”
At that mont, ti seed to freeze.
Liu Changqing could sll the faint scent of her body wash.
His mind went blank.
And purely by instinct—
He gave an honest answer.
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