Chapter 94
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Qi Yan put that photo away a long time ago. At that time, she considered disposing of it but thought it was a pity to throw it but it is not safe to give it away, so she decided to keep it in the study cabinet.
A few days after that fight, she came back to get her things, saw the big photo in the cabinet, thought she and Lu Zhiqiao probably had no more chance, so she took it out again and hung it up, then turned off the electricity and water then left.
After nearly three months, she had already forgotten about it.
This is terrible.
Qiao Qiao is the king of jealousy.
A jar of old vinegar has been overturned, does she need to kneel on the keyboard all night tonight?
This is such a joke, but they have just been together, and Qiao Qiao doesn't feel very assured. Seeing this photo, she can't help thinking wildly.
Lu Zhiqiao stared at the photo and her throat choked up, even just looking at it makes her angry so she turned around and looked at the person behind her coldly, "So you still keep it."
"I..." Qi Yan opened her mouth, not knowing how to explain for a moment.
She turned her head and went out, and not long after, she came in with scissors in her hand and cut the photo in two. Soon, the photo was cut to pieces and unrecognizable, then she picked the pieces and threw them into the trash without mercy.
After finishing all this, Qi Yan stood in front of Lu Zhiqiao and admitted her mistake in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I forgot to deal with it..."
Lu Zhiqiao turned her face away.
For most of the six months, Qi Yan pursued her fiercely and passionately. If she really had the intention, she should have thrown it away earlier, she had to wait until she saw it today to deal with it. Is it because she can't let go or does she like her?
Her heart surged with strong possessiveness, mixed with sourness, the thought that the person she loved kept someone else's body photos, she would choke on her breath, almost feeling suffocated.
"Qiao Qiao..." Qi Yan panicked and stretched out her arms to hug her, "I don't usually use the study room very much. That photo was originally placed in the cabinet, but I forgot... After we quarreled last time I came back to get something and hung it up when I saw it, at that time I thought we..."
She said it all at once with a somewhat hasty tone.
She admits that in the beginning she thought it was a pity to lose it, because it was really well taken, and it was really pleasing to the eye from an artistic point of view. Her personality of looking at beautiful women was fine when she was single, but it would be fatal if she has a partner, so she had to change.
Lu Zhiqiao listened quietly, her mood eased a little, but her heart was still uncomfortable, "When was it taken? Who is in the photo?"
"About two or three years ago, I went abroad to participate in an event and met an international student. She...looked good and had a good body proportion. She wanted to earn some extra money, but it was not safe for men to shoot her. It happened that I wanted to find a model to shoot this at that time, but I couldn’t find one that I was satisfied with, I thought she could do it, so we collaborated.”
Qi Yan confessed honestly and tightened her arms.
"And she's a straight girl, steel straight! I didn't tell her that I'm curvy. Generally, straight girls think of 'you have what I have' and don't think about other things."
When she was single, she would not deliberately keep a distance from her straight girl friends, but of course she would not be too intimate. But it's different now, she has Qiao Qiao, so special attention must be paid to this aspect.
In the past, she used to be promiscuous and loved to play and make trouble, but now she has become a family, she should be more careful.
"Yes, she has such a nice figure. You kept her here for so long", Lu Zhiqiao said sourly, glancing away.
She believes Qi Yan's explanation, she is not that unreasonable. Especially when she heard that the person in the photo is a straight girl, she felt more at ease. But it was probably caused by her possessiveness. As long as she thought that Yan Yan had taken someone else's photo, she would feel sad, bothered and feel very uncomfortable.
This person even praised someone else for their good figure.
Although she doesn't have a fit body, she unexpectedly has the curves in the right places.
In short, she is better than the person in the photo.
"I see it from an aesthetic perspective." Qi Yan coaxed softly, pursed her lips and kissed the corner of her mouth, "Besides, who can have a better figure than Qiao Qiao, huh? I really like your two little babies to death.” As she spoke, her eyes moved to the X, and couldn’t help reaching out to touch it.
Lu Zhiqiao shivered like being electrocuted, her face flushed immediately, she gave her a shy look, and broke free.
"Qiao Qiao~" Qi Yan swooped over and wrapped herself around again.
"Let go!"
"Don't want to."
"Who told you to hug me?"
Qi Yan blinked, pretending to be aggrieved: "I can't even hug my own wife?" Lu Zhiqiao is soft-hearted after all, and she became softer after being coaxed by a few words, she couldn't bear to give Yan Yan a cold face anymore, but her heart was still not feeling well. It wasn't jealousy, but a heavy feeling that she couldn't explain.
Everyone likes beautiful things, let alone a person like Yan Yan who deals with art, of course she can understand. Being too possessive is not a good thing. If not properly controlled, it can easily become a restriction on the freedom of speech. Obviously, she doesn't want Yan Yan to compromise in order to please her. If things go on like this, their passion will recede, and they will end up looking at each other with disgust.
A good relationship should be mutually achieved by each other, supporting each other, and sharing joys and sorrows.
She didn't want to make trouble for no reason.
But if she says something, she is afraid that Yan Yan, a fool, would misunderstand and oppress herself to tolerate her.
She doesn't want that.
"Wife~" with a whisper in her ear, the thin lips slowly crept up to her eyes, and stopped at her tear mole.
Qi Yan held her face in one hand, sucked the tear mole carefully and restrained, and made a very soft click, "I want to take a picture for you, then enlarge it, print many of them, and hang them all over the wall."
"Don't..."
Lu Zhiqiao collapsed weakly into Qi Yan's arms. Before she could finish her sentence, her lips were firmly blocked, and the plundering breath came in, making her dizzy.
Sparks sprang up everywhere, little by little, and gradually burning up.
"Alright, let's tidy up the things first." She blushed and pushed Qi Yan away, panting a bit and fleeing like a fugitive.
Qi Yan smiled and followed her out, but she didn't make a fuss anymore. She listened to her wife and packed up all the cleaning tools and electrical appliances, and checked the doors and windows again.
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The doors of the two houses are very convenient. Together, there are five bedrooms, four living rooms, three bathrooms and two kitchens. If the middle wall is opened, it can be made into a one-storey villa. But the two considered that this is a school district house and they will not live there for a long time. In the future, their daughter would have to move and sell it, and it would be difficult to sell after the renovation, so they gave up the idea.
Lu Zhiqiao gave Qi Yan the key to 901.
Her heart was a little heavy, and she couldn't tell what it was, like a pimple, no matter how funny and coaxing Qi Yan was, she still felt powerless and unable to pull herself together.
Qi Yan cooked their dinner, and Lu Zhiqiao washed the dishes after the meal.
There was the sound of running water in the kitchen, clinking dishes and chopsticks, the sound of TV dramas in the living room, and the whispering of mother and daughter.
"Little Mom, have you made Mom angry again?"
"Cough cough cough."
Lu Wei is in Qi Yan's arms, hugging her neck, and said with a mature look: "You still want to hide it from me, I can see it, you put a lot of food for mom just now, and you always want to tease her, it looks like you committed a crime."
"Little clever ghost." Qi Yan poked her on the forehead, smiled, and sighed: "Yes, I made her angry, so I have to coax her well."
"Do you need my help?" The little girl winked, "I'm a 'mediation gold medalist', including reconciliation and sweetness package."
Qi Yan raised her brows: "Oh?"
"Let me introduce to you my specialties, such as making small reports, creating opportunities to talk and get along, consciously avoiding..." She counted on her fingers.
"Be honest, how many romance novels have you read?" Qi Yan interrupted, deliberately pulling her face down.
Lu Wei froze, thinking she was serious, and pouted, "Little mom, you're tearing down the bridge, the rabbit is dead, the dog is cooked, the bird is hidden*, you–"
*disposing something after it served its purpose
Qi Yan couldn't hold it back, and burst out laughing: "You've learned idioms pretty well."
"Ah."
"It seems that I taught well."
"I didn't expect you to be such a little mom." Lu Wei noticed that she was joking, and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that her young heart had been hurt, she curled her little mouth and turned her face away.
Qi Yan pinched her ears with a smile, and coaxed softly: "I'm just teasing you, don't worry, your little mom is the best at coaxing people."
There is a gentle and beautiful wife and a cute daughter at home. Qi Yan wished she could stick to the house and circle around the two of them every day. How can she have the heart to go wild? She naturally wants to hold them in her hands more, and she couldn't bear to let any of them be hurt.
The big one needs to be coaxed, and the young one also needs to be coaxed. She enjoys this feeling very much.
Lu Wei turned her head and looked at her suspiciously, "You really don't need my help?"
"I don't."
As the night deepened, the three of them each took a bath.
Qi Yan sat in her daughter's room checking her homework. The little girl had been playing like crazy these days, she didn't write much homework for the summer vacation, and there were still more than 20 days left before school started, so she had to supervise her carefully. Do the most difficult Mathematics first, then English, and finally Chinese.
Although she is no longer a teacher, she still has experience. At least she can help her daughter pass the high school entrance examination.
After resigning, she finally felt light-hearted. She no longer had to worry about being caught giving favors and no longer had to worry about rumors that would spread at any time. She can now openly dote on her daughter.
Before she knew it, it was half past nine. Qi Yan closed the exercise book, put it on the side of the table, got up and rubbed her daughter's head, "Okay, write the rest tomorrow, go to bed early."
"Little Mom, don't touch my head from now on." Lu Wei grabbed her hand and said dissatisfied.
"Why?"
"I'm not a child anymore." She raised her eyebrows, "You and mom are not allowed to touch, and you can't even pinch my face."
When she was a child, she liked her mother to touch her head very much, and even longed for more. But after entering junior high school, she found that she was different from her classmates. It turned out that everyone didn't like to be too close to their parents, and she's the only one who clings to her mothers like this all day.
Others hope to go out and play with their peers, but she can't wait to let her mother take her around. If she says that, she will be laughed at for not being weaned.
This won't work.
She wants to solve most of the things by herself like Sister Yaoyao who is cool.
Qi Yan looked at her daughter's serious appearance, pursed her lips and smiled, and nodded again and again: "Okay, okay, I won't touch your head or pinch your face from now on, Niu Niu is now grown, huh?"
"That's right." The little girl folded her arms.
"Then, good night, big girl~"
"Good night."
Lu Wei turned off the desk lamp, walked to the bedside and pulled the quilt in a dignified manner, pretending to sleep. As soon as her little mom went out, she loosened the quilt, she immediately took out her precious smartphone, opened WeChat, and poked into the chat box marked "Sister Yaoyao"
After coming out of her daughter's room, Qi Yan went to 902 to get a bottle of perfume and two boxes of finger gloves. After coming back, she hurriedly brushed her teeth, then walked lightly into the master bedroom, and locked the door behind her.
"Qiao Qiao~"
The warm yellow wall lamp was lit in the master bedroom. Lu Zhiqiao was sitting on the bed with the laptop in her hands, and was typing away. Hearing the sound, she raised her eyes then continued to stare at the computer without saying a word.
Qi Yan knows that her wife is angry and she shouldn't do anything more to annoy her. However, after the lesson of "no finger gloves" that night, she learned from it and decided to thicken her face. Wife is unhappy? Just kiss and cuddle. Wife doesn't want to do it? Just flirt and tease, just like what she's doing now.
"Qiao Qiao──" Qi Yan shook off her shoes and sat on the bed, salivating and leaning over, "It's really my fault today, I really know it's wrong, don't hold back if you feel uncomfortable, just scold me.”
Lu Zhiqiao still didn't speak, moved the mouse and clicked to save the document, shut down, and put the laptop on the table.
"Wife~"
She hugged Lu Zhiqiao, and kissed her ear with her thin lips.
The air conditioner is blowing cold, and the bedroom is cool and dim, very comfortable. Tonight, Lu Zhiqiao is still wearing a nightgown, an apricot colored silk, very ordinary style, round neck tightly covered, not even a bit of scenery can be seen.
Even so, the two little babies couldn't hide, and the outline of the arc faintly looms, like soft dough wrapped in syrup.
The air is filled with the scent of shower gel.
Qi Yan stared at the little babies, and her throat gulped, and it got more itchy. She looked away with difficulty to find the tear mole.
"Don't move." Lu Zhiqiao frowned, raised her hand to press her face away gently. After being stunned for a moment, Qi Yan sighed, tilted her head and leaned on Lu Zhiqiao's shoulder, and said to herself: "I'm too useless, making my girlfriend angry. Next time, I'll take my keyboard and I'll kneel all night."
"Qi Yan."
"Mm?"
The person who had just directed and acted in a bitter drama immediately pouted and leaned over to kiss.
"Do you think I'm making trouble for no reason?" Lu Zhiqiao turned to look at her with a serious expression.
Qi Yan was startled: "No."
"Actually, I... how should I put it, I always regard you as my exclusive, I'm always jealous, and I don't want to see other people's traces in your eyes... I am too narrow-minded, this might feel suffocating to you too..." Lu Zhiqiao lowered her eyes, her voice became deeper and deeper, and suddenly choked up.
She hugged Qi Yan sideways, her eyes slightly moist.
With the lessons learned from the last quarrel, she worried that she was "acting" with this mentality, and she didn't want to lose Yan Yan again, so she simply kept it to herself.
However, she has a soft ear when it comes to Yan Yan and she is coaxed into elation with just a few words, so grievance surges up, and she can't restrain it.
She takes Yan Yan too seriously.
It's like grabbing sand, the tighter she holds it, the faster the sand will flow out from her hands, and nothing will be left in the end.
After a moment of silence, Qi Yan hugged the person in her arms tightly and patted her on the back.
"Qiao Qiao, it's good if you can speak out. No matter what problems we have in the future, we must communicate in time, and you are not allowed to hold back alone."
Lu Zhiqiao's body froze, and she responded in a low voice, "...Okay."
The silk nightgown was slippery, and Qi Yan caressed it gently with her palms, she straightened her back, raised her hands to hold the woman's face, and said with a smile: "Qiao, you will only be jealous if you love me. Just like I love you, I will be jealous, and I can’t tolerate other people’s traces in your eyes too. I did make a mistake today, so don’t put a psychological burden on yourself. In addition to the business magazines in the company, I will only shoot you and our little girl, as well as the scenery.”
"You are not allowed to say that you are narrow-minded, and you will be beaten if you indiscriminately use words like that, you understand?"
Lu Zhiqiao was amused by her and the redness in her eyes gradually receded, she nodded lightly: "Got it, what Teacher Qi said is right."
The warm light fell on her face, like a layer of tulle, ambiguous and hazy, and the black tear mole at the end of her eyes became more vivid and passionate.
A fire in her heart suddenly ignited.
Qi Yan closed her eyes, moved to the corner of her mouth, touched it, and grinded on it, careful and restrained, encroaching bit by bit, the more she tasted the more greedy she got.
This person has rich experience and extremely sophisticated skills. Lu Zhiqiao couldn't help responding. After a while, she became dizzy and confused, as if sinking into a spring of oasis, falling continuously.
"Qiao."
"Mm."
"You smell so good."
The tip of her nose is lingering with the aroma of shower gel, but it's too light and lacks atmosphere.
This won't do.
Qi Yan picked up the perfume on the side, sprayed it a few times in the air, and a strong fragrance spread out.
At first, it is cold and sweet lemon and cedar, and then it gradually transitions to rose, iris and vetiver, with a bit of dangerous temptation, which attracts people to explore, and finally melts and sinks in the thick sandalwood.
Spicy, mysterious, and full of romance, it evokes a hidden sentiment.
Lu Zhiqiao sniffed, her heart beat violently, and she opened her dazed eyes, "What kind of perfume is this?"
"One Thousand and One Nights."
The mist in her eyes shines, like drunkenness, revealing a little warmth.
"Wife, can you help me put on the gloves?" Qi Yan whispered in her ear.
Lu Zhiqiao had already collapsed into mud, limp and boneless. She fell down without her support. She couldn't care less, so she could only agree to what she said.
"Okay."
She haven't touched meat in the past year, and already have accumulated a lot of fire, which is swallowed up at once, like oil dripping into honey, sticky and sweet, like a raging flood rushing down.
When passion is strong, it becomes more and more irresistible, but Lu Zhiqiao is extremely sensitive, fluctuating and sinking, making it difficult to control her throat.
At this time, Lu Wei was chatting with Yan Shuyao with her phone.
The sound from the master bedroom next door became louder and louder.
She curled her lips, and finally couldn't help it anymore. She turned over and got out of bed, went out, and knocked on the door of the room: "Mom, please keep your voice down."
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Qi Yan put that photo away a long time ago. At that time, she considered disposing of it but thought it was a pity to throw it but it is not safe to give it away, so she decided to keep it in the study cabinet.
A few days after that fight, she came back to get her things, saw the big photo in the cabinet, thought she and Lu Zhiqiao probably had no more chance, so she took it out again and hung it up, then turned off the electricity and water then left.
After nearly three months, she had already forgotten about it.
This is terrible.
Qiao Qiao is the king of jealousy.
A jar of old vinegar has been overturned, does she need to kneel on the keyboard all night tonight?
This is such a joke, but they have just been together, and Qiao Qiao doesn't feel very assured. Seeing this photo, she can't help thinking wildly.
Lu Zhiqiao stared at the photo and her throat choked up, even just looking at it makes her angry so she turned around and looked at the person behind her coldly, "So you still keep it."
"I..." Qi Yan opened her mouth, not knowing how to explain for a moment.
She turned her head and went out, and not long after, she came in with scissors in her hand and cut the photo in two. Soon, the photo was cut to pieces and unrecognizable, then she picked the pieces and threw them into the trash without mercy.
After finishing all this, Qi Yan stood in front of Lu Zhiqiao and admitted her mistake in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I forgot to deal with it..."
Lu Zhiqiao turned her face away.
For most of the six months, Qi Yan pursued her fiercely and passionately. If she really had the intention, she should have thrown it away earlier, she had to wait until she saw it today to deal with it. Is it because she can't let go or does she like her?
Her heart surged with strong possessiveness, mixed with sourness, the thought that the person she loved kept someone else's body photos, she would choke on her breath, almost feeling suffocated.
"Qiao Qiao..." Qi Yan panicked and stretched out her arms to hug her, "I don't usually use the study room very much. That photo was originally placed in the cabinet, but I forgot... After we quarreled last time I came back to get something and hung it up when I saw it, at that time I thought we..."
She said it all at once with a somewhat hasty tone.
She admits that in the beginning she thought it was a pity to lose it, because it was really well taken, and it was really pleasing to the eye from an artistic point of view. Her personality of looking at beautiful women was fine when she was single, but it would be fatal if she has a partner, so she had to change.
Lu Zhiqiao listened quietly, her mood eased a little, but her heart was still uncomfortable, "When was it taken? Who is in the photo?"
"About two or three years ago, I went abroad to participate in an event and met an international student. She...looked good and had a good body proportion. She wanted to earn some extra money, but it was not safe for men to shoot her. It happened that I wanted to find a model to shoot this at that time, but I couldn’t find one that I was satisfied with, I thought she could do it, so we collaborated.”
Qi Yan confessed honestly and tightened her arms.
"And she's a straight girl, steel straight! I didn't tell her that I'm curvy. Generally, straight girls think of 'you have what I have' and don't think about other things."
When she was single, she would not deliberately keep a distance from her straight girl friends, but of course she would not be too intimate. But it's different now, she has Qiao Qiao, so special attention must be paid to this aspect.
In the past, she used to be promiscuous and loved to play and make trouble, but now she has become a family, she should be more careful.
"Yes, she has such a nice figure. You kept her here for so long", Lu Zhiqiao said sourly, glancing away.
She believes Qi Yan's explanation, she is not that unreasonable. Especially when she heard that the person in the photo is a straight girl, she felt more at ease. But it was probably caused by her possessiveness. As long as she thought that Yan Yan had taken someone else's photo, she would feel sad, bothered and feel very uncomfortable.
This person even praised someone else for their good figure.
Although she doesn't have a fit body, she unexpectedly has the curves in the right places.
In short, she is better than the person in the photo.
"I see it from an aesthetic perspective." Qi Yan coaxed softly, pursed her lips and kissed the corner of her mouth, "Besides, who can have a better figure than Qiao Qiao, huh? I really like your two little babies to death.” As she spoke, her eyes moved to the X, and couldn’t help reaching out to touch it.
Lu Zhiqiao shivered like being electrocuted, her face flushed immediately, she gave her a shy look, and broke free.
"Qiao Qiao~" Qi Yan swooped over and wrapped herself around again.
"Let go!"
"Don't want to."
"Who told you to hug me?"
Qi Yan blinked, pretending to be aggrieved: "I can't even hug my own wife?" Lu Zhiqiao is soft-hearted after all, and she became softer after being coaxed by a few words, she couldn't bear to give Yan Yan a cold face anymore, but her heart was still not feeling well. It wasn't jealousy, but a heavy feeling that she couldn't explain.
Everyone likes beautiful things, let alone a person like Yan Yan who deals with art, of course she can understand. Being too possessive is not a good thing. If not properly controlled, it can easily become a restriction on the freedom of speech. Obviously, she doesn't want Yan Yan to compromise in order to please her. If things go on like this, their passion will recede, and they will end up looking at each other with disgust.
A good relationship should be mutually achieved by each other, supporting each other, and sharing joys and sorrows.
She didn't want to make trouble for no reason.
But if she says something, she is afraid that Yan Yan, a fool, would misunderstand and oppress herself to tolerate her.
She doesn't want that.
"Wife~" with a whisper in her ear, the thin lips slowly crept up to her eyes, and stopped at her tear mole.
Qi Yan held her face in one hand, sucked the tear mole carefully and restrained, and made a very soft click, "I want to take a picture for you, then enlarge it, print many of them, and hang them all over the wall."
"Don't..."
Lu Zhiqiao collapsed weakly into Qi Yan's arms. Before she could finish her sentence, her lips were firmly blocked, and the plundering breath came in, making her dizzy.
Sparks sprang up everywhere, little by little, and gradually burning up.
"Alright, let's tidy up the things first." She blushed and pushed Qi Yan away, panting a bit and fleeing like a fugitive.
Qi Yan smiled and followed her out, but she didn't make a fuss anymore. She listened to her wife and packed up all the cleaning tools and electrical appliances, and checked the doors and windows again.
Source: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=3975255
This translation is originally posted on https://love4baihe.blogspot.com please read it there. and check out other stories too.
The doors of the two houses are very convenient. Together, there are five bedrooms, four living rooms, three bathrooms and two kitchens. If the middle wall is opened, it can be made into a one-storey villa. But the two considered that this is a school district house and they will not live there for a long time. In the future, their daughter would have to move and sell it, and it would be difficult to sell after the renovation, so they gave up the idea.
Lu Zhiqiao gave Qi Yan the key to 901.
Her heart was a little heavy, and she couldn't tell what it was, like a pimple, no matter how funny and coaxing Qi Yan was, she still felt powerless and unable to pull herself together.
Qi Yan cooked their dinner, and Lu Zhiqiao washed the dishes after the meal.
There was the sound of running water in the kitchen, clinking dishes and chopsticks, the sound of TV dramas in the living room, and the whispering of mother and daughter.
"Little Mom, have you made Mom angry again?"
"Cough cough cough."
Lu Wei is in Qi Yan's arms, hugging her neck, and said with a mature look: "You still want to hide it from me, I can see it, you put a lot of food for mom just now, and you always want to tease her, it looks like you committed a crime."
"Little clever ghost." Qi Yan poked her on the forehead, smiled, and sighed: "Yes, I made her angry, so I have to coax her well."
"Do you need my help?" The little girl winked, "I'm a 'mediation gold medalist', including reconciliation and sweetness package."
Qi Yan raised her brows: "Oh?"
"Let me introduce to you my specialties, such as making small reports, creating opportunities to talk and get along, consciously avoiding..." She counted on her fingers.
"Be honest, how many romance novels have you read?" Qi Yan interrupted, deliberately pulling her face down.
Lu Wei froze, thinking she was serious, and pouted, "Little mom, you're tearing down the bridge, the rabbit is dead, the dog is cooked, the bird is hidden*, you–"
*disposing something after it served its purpose
Qi Yan couldn't hold it back, and burst out laughing: "You've learned idioms pretty well."
"Ah."
"It seems that I taught well."
"I didn't expect you to be such a little mom." Lu Wei noticed that she was joking, and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that her young heart had been hurt, she curled her little mouth and turned her face away.
Qi Yan pinched her ears with a smile, and coaxed softly: "I'm just teasing you, don't worry, your little mom is the best at coaxing people."
There is a gentle and beautiful wife and a cute daughter at home. Qi Yan wished she could stick to the house and circle around the two of them every day. How can she have the heart to go wild? She naturally wants to hold them in her hands more, and she couldn't bear to let any of them be hurt.
The big one needs to be coaxed, and the young one also needs to be coaxed. She enjoys this feeling very much.
Lu Wei turned her head and looked at her suspiciously, "You really don't need my help?"
"I don't."
As the night deepened, the three of them each took a bath.
Qi Yan sat in her daughter's room checking her homework. The little girl had been playing like crazy these days, she didn't write much homework for the summer vacation, and there were still more than 20 days left before school started, so she had to supervise her carefully. Do the most difficult Mathematics first, then English, and finally Chinese.
Although she is no longer a teacher, she still has experience. At least she can help her daughter pass the high school entrance examination.
After resigning, she finally felt light-hearted. She no longer had to worry about being caught giving favors and no longer had to worry about rumors that would spread at any time. She can now openly dote on her daughter.
Before she knew it, it was half past nine. Qi Yan closed the exercise book, put it on the side of the table, got up and rubbed her daughter's head, "Okay, write the rest tomorrow, go to bed early."
"Little Mom, don't touch my head from now on." Lu Wei grabbed her hand and said dissatisfied.
"Why?"
"I'm not a child anymore." She raised her eyebrows, "You and mom are not allowed to touch, and you can't even pinch my face."
When she was a child, she liked her mother to touch her head very much, and even longed for more. But after entering junior high school, she found that she was different from her classmates. It turned out that everyone didn't like to be too close to their parents, and she's the only one who clings to her mothers like this all day.
Others hope to go out and play with their peers, but she can't wait to let her mother take her around. If she says that, she will be laughed at for not being weaned.
This won't work.
She wants to solve most of the things by herself like Sister Yaoyao who is cool.
Qi Yan looked at her daughter's serious appearance, pursed her lips and smiled, and nodded again and again: "Okay, okay, I won't touch your head or pinch your face from now on, Niu Niu is now grown, huh?"
"That's right." The little girl folded her arms.
"Then, good night, big girl~"
"Good night."
Lu Wei turned off the desk lamp, walked to the bedside and pulled the quilt in a dignified manner, pretending to sleep. As soon as her little mom went out, she loosened the quilt, she immediately took out her precious smartphone, opened WeChat, and poked into the chat box marked "Sister Yaoyao"
After coming out of her daughter's room, Qi Yan went to 902 to get a bottle of perfume and two boxes of finger gloves. After coming back, she hurriedly brushed her teeth, then walked lightly into the master bedroom, and locked the door behind her.
"Qiao Qiao~"
The warm yellow wall lamp was lit in the master bedroom. Lu Zhiqiao was sitting on the bed with the laptop in her hands, and was typing away. Hearing the sound, she raised her eyes then continued to stare at the computer without saying a word.
Qi Yan knows that her wife is angry and she shouldn't do anything more to annoy her. However, after the lesson of "no finger gloves" that night, she learned from it and decided to thicken her face. Wife is unhappy? Just kiss and cuddle. Wife doesn't want to do it? Just flirt and tease, just like what she's doing now.
"Qiao Qiao──" Qi Yan shook off her shoes and sat on the bed, salivating and leaning over, "It's really my fault today, I really know it's wrong, don't hold back if you feel uncomfortable, just scold me.”
Lu Zhiqiao still didn't speak, moved the mouse and clicked to save the document, shut down, and put the laptop on the table.
"Wife~"
She hugged Lu Zhiqiao, and kissed her ear with her thin lips.
The air conditioner is blowing cold, and the bedroom is cool and dim, very comfortable. Tonight, Lu Zhiqiao is still wearing a nightgown, an apricot colored silk, very ordinary style, round neck tightly covered, not even a bit of scenery can be seen.
Even so, the two little babies couldn't hide, and the outline of the arc faintly looms, like soft dough wrapped in syrup.
The air is filled with the scent of shower gel.
Qi Yan stared at the little babies, and her throat gulped, and it got more itchy. She looked away with difficulty to find the tear mole.
"Don't move." Lu Zhiqiao frowned, raised her hand to press her face away gently. After being stunned for a moment, Qi Yan sighed, tilted her head and leaned on Lu Zhiqiao's shoulder, and said to herself: "I'm too useless, making my girlfriend angry. Next time, I'll take my keyboard and I'll kneel all night."
"Qi Yan."
"Mm?"
The person who had just directed and acted in a bitter drama immediately pouted and leaned over to kiss.
"Do you think I'm making trouble for no reason?" Lu Zhiqiao turned to look at her with a serious expression.
Qi Yan was startled: "No."
"Actually, I... how should I put it, I always regard you as my exclusive, I'm always jealous, and I don't want to see other people's traces in your eyes... I am too narrow-minded, this might feel suffocating to you too..." Lu Zhiqiao lowered her eyes, her voice became deeper and deeper, and suddenly choked up.
She hugged Qi Yan sideways, her eyes slightly moist.
With the lessons learned from the last quarrel, she worried that she was "acting" with this mentality, and she didn't want to lose Yan Yan again, so she simply kept it to herself.
However, she has a soft ear when it comes to Yan Yan and she is coaxed into elation with just a few words, so grievance surges up, and she can't restrain it.
She takes Yan Yan too seriously.
It's like grabbing sand, the tighter she holds it, the faster the sand will flow out from her hands, and nothing will be left in the end.
After a moment of silence, Qi Yan hugged the person in her arms tightly and patted her on the back.
"Qiao Qiao, it's good if you can speak out. No matter what problems we have in the future, we must communicate in time, and you are not allowed to hold back alone."
Lu Zhiqiao's body froze, and she responded in a low voice, "...Okay."
The silk nightgown was slippery, and Qi Yan caressed it gently with her palms, she straightened her back, raised her hands to hold the woman's face, and said with a smile: "Qiao, you will only be jealous if you love me. Just like I love you, I will be jealous, and I can’t tolerate other people’s traces in your eyes too. I did make a mistake today, so don’t put a psychological burden on yourself. In addition to the business magazines in the company, I will only shoot you and our little girl, as well as the scenery.”
"You are not allowed to say that you are narrow-minded, and you will be beaten if you indiscriminately use words like that, you understand?"
Lu Zhiqiao was amused by her and the redness in her eyes gradually receded, she nodded lightly: "Got it, what Teacher Qi said is right."
The warm light fell on her face, like a layer of tulle, ambiguous and hazy, and the black tear mole at the end of her eyes became more vivid and passionate.
A fire in her heart suddenly ignited.
Qi Yan closed her eyes, moved to the corner of her mouth, touched it, and grinded on it, careful and restrained, encroaching bit by bit, the more she tasted the more greedy she got.
This person has rich experience and extremely sophisticated skills. Lu Zhiqiao couldn't help responding. After a while, she became dizzy and confused, as if sinking into a spring of oasis, falling continuously.
"Qiao."
"Mm."
"You smell so good."
The tip of her nose is lingering with the aroma of shower gel, but it's too light and lacks atmosphere.
This won't do.
Qi Yan picked up the perfume on the side, sprayed it a few times in the air, and a strong fragrance spread out.
At first, it is cold and sweet lemon and cedar, and then it gradually transitions to rose, iris and vetiver, with a bit of dangerous temptation, which attracts people to explore, and finally melts and sinks in the thick sandalwood.
Spicy, mysterious, and full of romance, it evokes a hidden sentiment.
Lu Zhiqiao sniffed, her heart beat violently, and she opened her dazed eyes, "What kind of perfume is this?"
"One Thousand and One Nights."
The mist in her eyes shines, like drunkenness, revealing a little warmth.
"Wife, can you help me put on the gloves?" Qi Yan whispered in her ear.
Lu Zhiqiao had already collapsed into mud, limp and boneless. She fell down without her support. She couldn't care less, so she could only agree to what she said.
"Okay."
She haven't touched meat in the past year, and already have accumulated a lot of fire, which is swallowed up at once, like oil dripping into honey, sticky and sweet, like a raging flood rushing down.
When passion is strong, it becomes more and more irresistible, but Lu Zhiqiao is extremely sensitive, fluctuating and sinking, making it difficult to control her throat.
At this time, Lu Wei was chatting with Yan Shuyao with her phone.
The sound from the master bedroom next door became louder and louder.
She curled her lips, and finally couldn't help it anymore. She turned over and got out of bed, went out, and knocked on the door of the room: "Mom, please keep your voice down."
Author's Note:
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Qi Yan put that photo away a long time ago. At that time, she considered disposing of it but thought it was a pity to throw it but it is not safe to give it away, so she decided to keep it in the study cabinet.A few days after that fight, she came back to get her things, saw the big photo in the cabinet, thought she and Lu Zhiqiao probably had no more chance, so she took it out again and hung it up, then turned off the electricity and water then left.After nearly three months, she had already forgotten about it.This is terrible.Qiao Qiao is the king of jealousy.A jar of old vinegar has been overturned, does she need to kneel on the keyboard all night tonight?This is such a joke, but they have just been together, and Qiao Qiao doesn't feel very assured. Seeing this photo, she can't help thinking wildly.Lu Zhiqiao stared at the photo and her throat choked up, even just looking at it makes her angry so she turned around and looked at the person behind her coldly, "So you still keep it.""I..." Qi Yan opened her mouth, not knowing how to explain for a moment.She turned her head and went out, and not long after, she came in with scissors in her hand and cut the photo in two. Soon, the photo was cut to pieces and unrecognizable, then she picked the pieces and threw them into the trash without mercy.After finishing all this, Qi Yan stood in front of Lu Zhiqiao and admitted her mistake in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I forgot to deal with it..."Lu Zhiqiao turned her face away.For most of the six months, Qi Yan pursued her fiercely and passionately. If she really had the intention, she should have thrown it away earlier, she had to wait until she saw it today to deal with it. Is it because she can't let go or does she like her?Her heart surged with strong possessiveness, mixed with sourness, the thought that the person she loved kept someone else's body photos, she would choke on her breath, almost feeling suffocated."Qiao Qiao..." Qi Yan panicked and stretched out her arms to hug her, "I don't usually use the study room very much. That photo was originally placed in the cabinet, but I forgot... After we quarreled last time I came back to get something and hung it up when I saw it, at that time I thought we..."She said it all at once with a somewhat hasty tone.She admits that in the beginning she thought it was a pity to lose it, because it was really well taken, and it was really pleasing to the eye from an artistic point of view. Her personality of looking at beautiful women was fine when she was single, but it would be fatal if she has a partner, so she had to change.Lu Zhiqiao listened quietly, her mood eased a little, but her heart was still uncomfortable, "When was it taken? Who is in the photo?""About two or three years ago, I went abroad to participate in an event and met an international student. She...looked good and had a good body proportion. She wanted to earn some extra money, but it was not safe for men to shoot her. It happened that I wanted to find a model to shoot this at that time, but I couldn't find one that I was satisfied with, I thought she could do it, so we collaborated.Qi Yan confessed honestly and tightened her arms."And she's a straight girl, steel straight! I didn't tell her that I'm curvy. Generally, straight girls think of 'you have what I have' and don't think about other things."When she was single, she would not deliberately keep a distance from her straight girl friends, but of course she would not be too intimate. But it's different now, she has Qiao Qiao, so special attention must be paid to this aspect.In the past, she used to be promiscuous and loved to play and make trouble, but now she has become a family, she should be more careful."Yes, she has such a nice figure. You kept her here for so long", Lu Zhiqiao said sourly, glancing away.She believes Qi Yan's explanation, she is not that unreasonable. Especially when she heard that the person in the photo is a straight girl, she felt more at ease. But it was probably caused by her possessiveness. As long as she thought that Yan Yan had taken someone else's photo, she would feel sad, bothered and feel very uncomfortable.This person even praised someone else for their good figure.Although she doesn't have a fit body, she unexpectedly has the curves in the right places.In short, she is better than the person in the photo."I see it from an aesthetic perspective." Qi Yan coaxed softly, pursed her lips and kissed the corner of her mouth, "Besides, who can have a better figure than Qiao Qiao, huh? I really like your two little babies to death. As she spoke, her eyes moved to the X, and couldn't help reaching out to touch it.Lu Zhiqiao shivered like being electrocuted, her face flushed immediately, she gave her a shy look, and broke free."Qiao Qiao~" Qi Yan swooped over and wrapped herself around again."Let go!""Don't want to.""Who told you to hug me?"Qi Yan blinked, pretending to be aggrieved: "I can't even hug my own wife?" Lu Zhiqiao is soft-hearted after all, and she became softer after being coaxed by a few words, she couldn't bear to give Yan Yan a cold face anymore, but her heart was still not feeling well. It wasn't jealousy, but a heavy feeling that she couldn't explain.Everyone likes beautiful things, let alone a person like Yan Yan who deals with art, of course she can understand. Being too possessive is not a good thing. If not properly controlled, it can easily become a restriction on the freedom of speech. Obviously, she doesn't want Yan Yan to compromise in order to please her. If things go on like this, their passion will recede, and they will end up looking at each other with disgust.A good relationship should be mutually achieved by each other, supporting each other, and sharing joys and sorrows.She didn't want to make trouble for no reason.But if she says something, she is afraid that Yan Yan, a fool, would misunderstand and oppress herself to tolerate her.She doesn't want that."Wife~" with a whisper in her ear, the thin lips slowly crept up to her eyes, and stopped at her tear mole.Qi Yan held her face in one hand, sucked the tear mole carefully and restrained, and made a very soft click, "I want to take a picture for you, then enlarge it, print many of them, and hang them all over the wall.""Don't..."Lu Zhiqiao collapsed weakly into Qi Yan's arms. Before she could finish her sentence, her lips were firmly blocked, and the plundering breath came in, making her dizzy.Sparks sprang up everywhere, little by little, and gradually burning up."Alright, let's tidy up the things first." She blushed and pushed Qi Yan away, panting a bit and fleeing like a fugitive.Qi Yan smiled and followed her out, but she didn't make a fuss anymore. She listened to her wife and packed up all the cleaning tools and electrical appliances, and checked the doors and windows again.Source: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=3975255This translation is originally posted on https://love4baihe.blogspot.com please read it there. and check out other stories too.The doors of the two houses are very convenient. Together, there are five bedrooms, four living rooms, three bathrooms and two kitchens. If the middle wall is opened, it can be made into a one-storey villa. But the two considered that this is a school district house and they will not live there for a long time. In the future, their daughter would have to move and sell it, and it would be difficult to sell after the renovation, so they gave up the idea.Lu Zhiqiao gave Qi Yan the key to 901.Her heart was a little heavy, and she couldn't tell what it was, like a pimple, no matter how funny and coaxing Qi Yan was, she still felt powerless and unable to pull herself together.Qi Yan cooked their dinner, and Lu Zhiqiao washed the dishes after the meal.There was the sound of running water in the kitchen, clinking dishes and chopsticks, the sound of TV dramas in the living room, and the whispering of mother and daughter."Little Mom, have you made Mom angry again?""Cough cough cough."Lu Wei is in Qi Yan's arms, hugging her neck, and said with a mature look: "You still want to hide it from me, I can see it, you put a lot of food for mom just now, and you always want to tease her, it looks like you committed a crime.""Little clever ghost." Qi Yan poked her on the forehead, smiled, and sighed: "Yes, I made her angry, so I have to coax her well.""Do you need my help?" The little girl winked, "I'm a 'mediation gold medalist', including reconciliation and sweetness package."Qi Yan raised her brows: "Oh?""Let me introduce to you my specialties, such as making small reports, creating opportunities to talk and get along, consciously avoiding..." She counted on her fingers."Be honest, how many romance novels have you read?" Qi Yan interrupted, deliberately pulling her face down.Lu Wei froze, thinking she was serious, and pouted, "Little mom, you're tearing down the bridge, the rabbit is dead, the dog is cooked, the bird is hidden*, you"*disposing something after it served its purposeQi Yan couldn't hold it back, and burst out laughing: "You've learned idioms pretty well.""Ah.""It seems that I taught well.""I didn't expect you to be such a little mom." Lu Wei noticed that she was joking, and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that her young heart had been hurt, she curled her little mouth and turned her face away.Qi Yan pinched her ears with a smile, and coaxed softly: "I'm just teasing you, don't worry, your little mom is the best at coaxing people."There is a gentle and beautiful wife and a cute daughter at home. Qi Yan wished she could stick to the house and circle around the two of them every day. How can she have the heart to go wild? She naturally wants to hold them in her hands more, and she couldn't bear to let any of them be hurt.The big one needs to be coaxed, and the young one also needs to be coaxed. She enjoys this feeling very much.Lu Wei turned her head and looked at her suspiciously, "You really don't need my help?""I don't."As the night deepened, the three of them each took a bath.Qi Yan sat in her daughter's room checking her homework. The little girl had been playing like crazy these days, she didn't write much homework for the summer vacation, and there were still more than 20 days left before school started, so she had to supervise her carefully. Do the most difficult Mathematics first, then English, and finally Chinese.Although she is no longer a teacher, she still has experience. At least she can help her daughter pass the high school entrance examination.After resigning, she finally felt light-hearted. She no longer had to worry about being caught giving favors and no longer had to worry about rumors that would spread at any time. She can now openly dote on her daughter.Before she knew it, it was half past nine. Qi Yan closed the exercise book, put it on the side of the table, got up and rubbed her daughter's head, "Okay, write the rest tomorrow, go to bed early.""Little Mom, don't touch my head from now on." Lu Wei grabbed her hand and said dissatisfied."Why?""I'm not a child anymore." She raised her eyebrows, "You and mom are not allowed to touch, and you can't even pinch my face."When she was a child, she liked her mother to touch her head very much, and even longed for more. But after entering junior high school, she found that she was different from her classmates. It turned out that everyone didn't like to be too close to their parents, and she's the only one who clings to her mothers like this all day.Others hope to go out and play with their peers, but she can't wait to let her mother take her around. If she says that, she will be laughed at for not being weaned.This won't work.She wants to solve most of the things by herself like Sister Yaoyao who is cool.Qi Yan looked at her daughter's serious appearance, pursed her lips and smiled, and nodded again and again: "Okay, okay, I won't touch your head or pinch your face from now on, Niu Niu is now grown, huh?""That's right." The little girl folded her arms."Then, good night, big girl~""Good night."Lu Wei turned off the desk lamp, walked to the bedside and pulled the quilt in a dignified manner, pretending to sleep. As soon as her little mom went out, she loosened the quilt, she immediately took out her precious smartphone, opened WeChat, and poked into the chat box marked "Sister Yaoyao"After coming out of her daughter's room, Qi Yan went to 902 to get a bottle of perfume and two boxes of finger gloves. After coming back, she hurriedly brushed her teeth, then walked lightly into the master bedroom, and locked the door behind her."Qiao Qiao~"The warm yellow wall lamp was lit in the master bedroom. Lu Zhiqiao was sitting on the bed with the laptop in her hands, and was typing away. Hearing the sound, she raised her eyes then continued to stare at the computer without saying a word.Qi Yan knows that her wife is angry and she shouldn't do anything more to annoy her. However, after the lesson of "no finger gloves" that night, she learned from it and decided to thicken her face. Wife is unhappy? Just kiss and cuddle. Wife doesn't want to do it? Just flirt and tease, just like what she's doing now."Qiao Qiao" Qi Yan shook off her shoes and sat on the bed, salivating and leaning over, "It's really my fault today, I really know it's wrong, don't hold back if you feel uncomfortable, just scold me.Lu Zhiqiao still didn't speak, moved the mouse and clicked to save the document, shut down, and put the laptop on the table."Wife~"She hugged Lu Zhiqiao, and kissed her ear with her thin lips.The air conditioner is blowing cold, and the bedroom is cool and dim, very comfortable. Tonight, Lu Zhiqiao is still wearing a nightgown, an apricot colored silk, very ordinary style, round neck tightly covered, not even a bit of scenery can be seen.Even so, the two little babies couldn't hide, and the outline of the arc faintly looms, like soft dough wrapped in syrup.The air is filled with the scent of shower gel.Qi Yan stared at the little babies, and her throat gulped, and it got more itchy. She looked away with difficulty to find the tear mole."Don't move." Lu Zhiqiao frowned, raised her hand to press her face away gently. After being stunned for a moment, Qi Yan sighed, tilted her head and leaned on Lu Zhiqiao's shoulder, and said to herself: "I'm too useless, making my girlfriend angry. Next time, I'll take my keyboard and I'll kneel all night.""Qi Yan.""Mm?"The person who had just directed and acted in a bitter drama immediately pouted and leaned over to kiss."Do you think I'm making trouble for no reason?" Lu Zhiqiao turned to look at her with a serious expression.Qi Yan was startled: "No.""Actually, I... how should I put it, I always regard you as my exclusive, I'm always jealous, and I don't want to see other people's traces in your eyes... I am too narrow-minded, this might feel suffocating to you too..." Lu Zhiqiao lowered her eyes, her voice became deeper and deeper, and suddenly choked up.She hugged Qi Yan sideways, her eyes slightly moist.With the lessons learned from the last quarrel, she worried that she was "acting" with this mentality, and she didn't want to lose Yan Yan again, so she simply kept it to herself.However, she has a soft ear when it comes to Yan Yan and she is coaxed into elation with just a few words, so grievance surges up, and she can't restrain it.She takes Yan Yan too seriously.It's like grabbing sand, the tighter she holds it, the faster the sand will flow out from her hands, and nothing will be left in the end.After a moment of silence, Qi Yan hugged the person in her arms tightly and patted her on the back."Qiao Qiao, it's good if you can speak out. No matter what problems we have in the future, we must communicate in time, and you are not allowed to hold back alone."Lu Zhiqiao's body froze, and she responded in a low voice, "...Okay."The silk nightgown was slippery, and Qi Yan caressed it gently with her palms, she straightened her back, raised her hands to hold the woman's face, and said with a smile: "Qiao, you will only be jealous if you love me. Just like I love you, I will be jealous, and I can't tolerate other people's traces in your eyes too. I did make a mistake today, so don't put a psychological burden on yourself. In addition to the business magazines in the company, I will only shoot you and our little girl, as well as the scenery."You are not allowed to say that you are narrow-minded, and you will be beaten if you indiscriminately use words like that, you understand?"Lu Zhiqiao was amused by her and the redness in her eyes gradually receded, she nodded lightly: "Got it, what Teacher Qi said is right."The warm light fell on her face, like a layer of tulle, ambiguous and hazy, and the black tear mole at the end of her eyes became more vivid and passionate.A fire in her heart suddenly ignited.Qi Yan closed her eyes, moved to the corner of her mouth, touched it, and grinded on it, careful and restrained, encroaching bit by bit, the more she tasted the more greedy she got.This person has rich experience and extremely sophisticated skills. Lu Zhiqiao couldn't help responding. After a while, she became dizzy and confused, as if sinking into a spring of oasis, falling continuously."Qiao.""Mm.""You smell so good."The tip of her nose is lingering with the aroma of shower gel, but it's too light and lacks atmosphere.This won't do.Qi Yan picked up the perfume on the side, sprayed it a few times in the air, and a strong fragrance spread out.At first, it is cold and sweet lemon and cedar, and then it gradually transitions to rose, iris and vetiver, with a bit of dangerous temptation, which attracts people to explore, and finally melts and sinks in the thick sandalwood.Spicy, mysterious, and full of romance, it evokes a hidden sentiment.Lu Zhiqiao sniffed, her heart beat violently, and she opened her dazed eyes, "What kind of perfume is this?""One Thousand and One Nights."The mist in her eyes shines, like drunkenness, revealing a little warmth."Wife, can you help me put on the gloves?" Qi Yan whispered in her ear.Lu Zhiqiao had already collapsed into mud, limp and boneless. She fell down without her support. She couldn't care less, so she could only agree to what she said."Okay."She haven't touched meat in the past year, and already have accumulated a lot of fire, which is swallowed up at once, like oil dripping into honey, sticky and sweet, like a raging flood rushing down.When passion is strong, it becomes more and more irresistible, but Lu Zhiqiao is extremely sensitive, fluctuating and sinking, making it difficult to control her throat.At this time, Lu Wei was chatting with Yan Shuyao with her phone.The sound from the master bedroom next door became louder and louder.She curled her lips, and finally couldn't help it anymore. She turned over and got out of bed, went out, and knocked on the door of the room: "Mom, please keep your voice down."Author's Note:Baby walker.jpg
