Lu Jingchen looked at Song Qiao’s back, then glanced down at his own stirred reaction, unable to resist rubbing his forehead, and in a deep voice, uttered three words, "Little troublemaker."
...
That night, after Song Qiao finished her bath, she lay in bed chatting with Ning Wan on WeChat. They didn’t really talk about anything special, mostly just discussing how to tease Xi Mohan.
Her hair was newly washed and hadn’t been blow-dried in the bathroom. Since it was still early and she wasn’t ready for bed imdiately, blow-drying could easily cause split ends or hair loss. So, unless she washed her hair too late, she usually let her long hair dry naturally.
Her hair was of very good quality, as she had never dyed or perd it since she was young and occasionally had hair treatnts, so her hair was not only in great condition but also long and black.
Lu Jingchen had once ntioned that he really liked her long hair, especially during intimate monts. He loved running his fingers through it, watching it fall onto the pillow.
Reaching for the towel beside her to dry her hair, Song Qiao casually tapped on the voice ssage Ning Wan had sent.
Imdiately, a gentle and pleasant voice ca from her phone, "Qiaoqiao, I feel like I can’t resist the urge to take a brick and knock that guy silly."
Song Qiao was stunned, thinking she misheard, played it again, and confird that it was indeed from Ning Wan.
She lifted her phone to her mouth, her voice tinged with concern, "What’s wrong? Did Xi Mohan bully you?"
She then let go of the phone, watched as the voice ssage was sent successfully, and sat cross-legged on the bed, continuing to dry her hair.
A few seconds later, Ning Wan sent another voice ssage, "I don’t know what got into that man tonight. He used to always insist on getting midnight snacks from the sa place. I got it for him tonight, but he said he wanted it from another place. Once I got it, he said he suddenly didn’t want it, wanted cake instead from our favorite cake shop..."
Just as Song Qiao finished listening, Ning Wan sent another voice ssage, "I just got the cake, and he took one bite, said it’s too sweet and doesn’t want it, asked to get the usual midnight snack. Now I’m not only tempted to smash the cake in his face but also to knock so sense into him with a brick."
Hearing Ning Wan’s words, Song Qiao couldn’t help but twitch the corners of her mouth, hesitated a bit, then sent a few words, "Keep calm, keep calm. Killing would require paying with your life."
Honestly, Xi Mohan wasn’t the type to act so irrationally. The word ’irrational’ hardly applied to him at all.
But hearing Wanwan’s voice, that uncontrollable anger seed enough to prove Xi Mohan had really gone too far today.
Before long, Ning Wan sent a voice ssage roughly saying that after talking to her, she felt a lot better and would continue the conversation tomorrow. She was off to get Xi Mohan his midnight snack and then head ho to sleep.
After sending her a ssage to be careful on her way, Song Qiao tossed the phone aside and continued drying her hair. However, at this mont, her brows were furrowed tightly.
When Lu Jingchen returned to the bedroom, Song Qiao was sitting cross-legged on the bed, deep in thought. As he opened the door, he was greeted by a pensive little face, hair still damp but not dripping.
His heart filled with warmth and tenderness as he gently closed the door, took a few strides over to her, wrapped her in his strong arms, circled her waist with one hand, and lifted her chin with the other, giving her a kiss.
The kiss didn’t last long before he released her lips. His fingers played with her damp hair, his deep voice slightly raspy, "What’s got you so deep in thought?"
Song Qiao caught a faint whiff of smoke from the man’s body, and instead of answering, she asked, "You smoked again?"
"Yeah, two cigarettes," he replied without hiding, then kissed her cheek again with a deep voice, "You don’t like it?"
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