Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again Chapter 35: The Little White Rabbit Understands

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It was unclear whether He Fang’s health was good or if rubbing her belly really worked, but after a long while, the pain didn’t co back.

Qin Guanglin sat on the bed and watched her, seeing that she seed fine. He took the cup to refill it with hot water.

"Don’t pour it. I don’t want any more," He Fang said, lying on the bed.

"I’ll just fill it up first, whether you drink it or not." Qin Guanglin didn’t stop, went outside, filled the cup, and then ca back to put it on the bedside table. Thinking about it, he put the lid back on.

"Do you want to rub it for a little longer?" He still wasn’t reassured.

"If you want to take advantage, just say so." He Fang rolled her eyes and turned away from him.

"A good deed turned into a donkey’s liver and lungs."

Qin Guanglin lay back on the bed and slowly scooted over to hold He Fang, putting his hand gently on her abdon through her clothes, "I’m here now, but when you go back and it hurts, who will rub it for you?"

"Hmph, pig feet." He Fang picked up her phone to play for a bit, then propped herself up to pull Qin Guanglin’s other arm over to rest under her neck, "Always being handsy with girls — aren’t you ashad?"

"It’s you who always teases . You should be the one feeling ashad."

While kissing, he’d pried at her lips for ages without success, only getting a kiss after being forced to call her Teacher He. After experiencing that, Qin Guanglin decided he was past caring about losing face, at least in front of He Fang.

Yes, he had lost it. At least in front of He Fang, he was past caring, so he just didn’t bother anymore.

"When have I ever teased you?" He Fang complained, "Clearly, it’s you who’s always teasing , you rascal."

"If you keep saying that, I’ll really be a rascal," Qin Guanglin walked his two fingers on the bed toward He Fang.

Slap!

He Fang smacked his hand hard, "You dare!"

"Hmph."

Qin Guanglin was just trying to scare her; he couldn’t really do sothing so shaless, at least not right now.

Saying it was one thing, but actually doing sothing inappropriate would be disrespectful to He Fang. Of course, when kissing, that wandering hand was purely instinctual and didn’t count.

"I’m out of beans," He Fang lanted, putting her phone aside, "It’s all your fault!"

"I didn’t even say anything this ti. How is it my fault?" Qin Guanglin found her soft little body irresistible.

"You’re beside , affecting my performance!"

He Fang thought for a mont, then picked up her phone again, tapped a few things, and handed it to him, "I want to use your account to play."

Qin Guanglin didn’t mind. He took the phone and quickly entered his account and password, noticing there were still over thirty thousand beans left — leftovers from playing in university, as he hadn’t played since graduating.

"So many beans!" He Fang was delighted.

"Here." Qin Guanglin handed the phone over, then suddenly lifted it high up.

He Fang reached up a couple of tis but couldn’t touch it, "What are you doing?"

"Do you want to play?" Qin Guanglin grinned.

After being forced to call her Teacher He just for a kiss, he had to get his revenge for that.

He Fang turned her head to glare at him.

"Here," Qin Guanglin gestured with his lips, "Kiss like you did just now."

"You learned this kind of thing so fast." He Fang kept glaring at Qin Guanglin, then glanced up at the phone, "I’m not playing!"

She turned her head away and ignored him, then reconsidered, annoyed, and bit him on the arm.

Once soone doesn’t care about face, there’s nothing left to tease them about.

"Then I’ll play," Qin Guanglin started a ga, deliberately letting her hear the ding-dong sounds of the music, "Having such good luck this round. Tsk, perfect."

"Take the landlord."

"Double."

"Three with one."

"Pass."

"Counter."

He Fang covered her ears and turned around to glare at him angrily.

"This ga is really fun," Qin Guanglin said with great admiration, "Do you want to play?"

"No!"

"Tell if you want to play. If you don’t tell , how will I know you want to play? If you want to play, I’ll give it to you, not that you...um!"

He Fang’s soft, smooth lips wandered around in his mouth. Then she wiped her mouth and glared at him, "Give it to !"

"I can tell you really want to play. Go ahead," Qin Guanglin was pleased to hand the phone to her, "You’re about to win, see how nice I am to you."

"Hmph!" He Fang pinched him, then picked up the phone and was happy again with more than thirty thousand beans, "You still owe a hundred thousand, don’t forget!"

"Can’t these thirty thousand offset the debt?"

If it were seventy thousand, it would be even easier.

"In your dreams, these thirty thousand are what I just earned back." He Fang pulled his hand over to her belly, letting him keep rubbing.

"Hmm..." Qin Guanglin thought about it, then leaned over and asked, "If I give you back that kiss, can these thirty thousand count toward that one hundred thousand?"

How strange, after losing face the world suddenly seed so colorful.

Kissing really could beco addictive. Whoever invented this truly did a service for all humanity — oh no, not for the single people — for them, it was a critical hit.

"What nonsense are you thinking?" He Fang didn’t even look at him, "If you dare to kiss randomly, you’re dead. The hundred thousand will turn into a million."

"..."

Qin Guanglin paused his descending lips, sulkily lay back down holding He Fang, and after a while, couldn’t behave himself again. He pulled her little hand over and planted a bunch of kisses.

Not on the face or the lips; kissing the little hand was fine.

He Fang slled great all over, making him want to take a bite out of her.

"Are you chewing on pig’s feet?" He Fang wiped her saliva on him in disgust.

"Even if they are pig’s feet, they’re fragrant ones," Qin Guanglin didn’t mind.

"Yours are the pig’s feet." He Fang refused to let him play with her hands; she still needed to play the ga.

"Fine, I am, I am."

Qin Guanglin hugged her, feeling a bit mystified. How could he like her so much?

It seed he’d heard soone say that when two people who like each other start dating, their feelings are most intense, like freshly brewed strong liquor, and then, over ti, those feelings can either deepen and turn into familial love or go sour, leading to a breakup.

Perhaps there was another possibility — Qin Guanglin wondered if he had been repressed by He Fang’s teasing for too long and now, upon being liberated, the rebound was too intense?

Whatever the case, if he liked it, it was right.

Qin Guanglin resud rubbing He Fang’s belly. This ailnt needed to be thoroughly cured; her face had just turned pale, indicating how painful it was.

He would research more thods tonight to prevent the next occurrence from requiring half a day of rubbing for relief.

"You really are big pig’s feet," He Fang suddenly interjected.

"Yes, I am," Qin Guanglin agreed, "Pig’s feet are massaging your belly."

"Hmph, already being so shaless so quickly," He Fang complained in a low voice.

Qin Guanglin felt inexplicably embarrassed, "Then should I act shy again?"

"I shouldn’t have let you taste the sweetness," He Fang continued to complain in a low voice, "It was more fun before."

"Not fun at all," Qin Guanglin recalled that failed kiss attempt, feeling it was a lifelong black mark, sure to be sothing she’d use to laugh at him in the future.

"I don’t care, you behave," He Fang grew more irritated thinking about how things had turned out this way.

A good little white rabbit suddenly wanted to beco a big bad wolf — how could this be?

She hadn’t gotten enough fun yet!

"I’ve always behaved."

Qin Guanglin felt this was love, not misbehavior.