Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 126 - 125: The Vastness of the Universe

Chapter 126: Chapter 125: The Vastness of the Universe

As the square gradually emptied, the two of them had rested enough and stood up, ready to go back home.

Qin Guanglin wanted to take the bus, as there was a station nearby, which was very convenient, but ultimately he couldn’t win against He Fang. Holding hands, they slowly walked home in the moonlight, arriving around eleven o’clock at night.

"Aren’t you going back?" He Fang stood aside, waiting for him to take out the keys to open the door, taking the opportunity to bend down and rub her calves.

She really hadn’t exercised in a long time, her legs felt sore and weak.

"I need to make sure you soak your feet properly."

Qin Guanglin switched on the lights as he entered, and turned back to see He Fang just straightening up, shaking his head, "Tired, aren’t you? Always pretending to be strong."

"It’s okay. You should go back. I’ll soak them after I take a shower."

"I have to see you lie down and get ready for sleep, and then help you turn off the lights and lock the door before I can go."

"It’s really inconvenient."

"We’ve been living and eating together while going out, what’s inconvenient about this?" Qin Guanglin’s skin was getting thicker by the minute, unapologetically pouring two glasses of water and sitting on the sofa without intending to budge.

"Fine then."

He Fang took the water and drank a sip, reached inside her clothes to fiddle around, and then pulled out a small piece of clothing from the neckline with her finger, teasing him by waving it and laughing with a squint, "I’m worried you won’t be able to sleep when you get back tonight."

"..."

"Still looking? Go turn on the air conditioning for me." Seeing him in a daze, He Fang turned to throw her clothes into the washing machine, found some clean clothes, and took them into the bathroom, "You’re sweaty, don’t lie on my bed."

Qin Guanglin sat on the sofa and turned to watch her close the door, then the sound of the shower running reached his ears, and he snapped back to reality. Standing up, he went into the bedroom to turn on the air conditioning and sat down at the desk chair to enjoy the cool breeze.

For him, a man in his twenties, Teacher He was like a living demon.

Every single move she made could shake his heart, as if a little cat was clawing at his insides.

Unbearable.

The sound of water in the bathroom ceased, and He Fang, with a towel wrapped around her hair, pushed open the door and came in. As soon as she got close, Qin Guanglin could smell the fragrance of gardenia, faint but rich, sweet but not cloying.

That was the scent of her shower gel, indeed lovely.

"You used too much yesterday, just a little is enough," He Fang said, grabbing two handfuls of mugwort from the bag and throwing them into the bucket. "Go and fill up the water, and while you’re at it, help me dry my hair."

"Okay."

Qin Guanglin couldn’t help but want to hug her as he watched her face flush with a pinkish shade, but thinking of his sweat, he could only regretfully divert his gaze, bending down to pick up the bucket and head to the bathroom to fill it with water.

The bathroom was still filled with steam. He wondered whether it was Teacher He who was odd for preferring hot showers in summer or if all girls were like that. Shaking his head, he turned on the shower, filling the bucket with hot water, while images he couldn’t control started to appear in his mind.

Hold back, hold back.

With his eyes closed, Qin Guanglin took a deep breath, tested the water temperature with his hand, feeling it was about right, and then decided to add a little cold water before carrying the bucket to the bedroom.

He Fang, who was drying her hair at the desk, saw the water droplets falling from her hair tips, probably sat there to avoid wetting the bed.

"Try this." Qin Guanglin directly placed her feet over the bucket, splashed them a bit with the hot water, and then looked up to ask her, "Is it too hot?"

"Just a bit." He Fang instinctively pulled back, "Go get the hairdryer, it’s on top of the bag in the living room."

"Alright."

The sleepwear wasn’t as loose as a T-shirt, so He Fang didn’t bother to be cautious of Qin Guanglin, who was Fool Qin behind her, blowing her hair. Resting her arms on the chair with her feet dipping slowly into the water to get used to the temperature, she hummed comfortably as he moved the dryer over her hair, her eyes closing in pleasure.

"This is just too good," she sighed.

As he massaged her hair, Qin Guanglin asked, "What’s too good?"

"Comfortable hot water to soak my feet below, and you helping me dry my hair above. I don’t have to do anything, it’s just bliss."

He Fang got used to the water temperature, submerged her feet into the bucket, and couldn’t help but let out a comfortable sigh, "I love you so much, Classmate Qin."

"You’re just like an ancient feudal lord, enjoying all this luxury," Qin Guanglin clicked his tongue, "No, I need to experience this too someday. You bring the water and dry my hair while I sit here and enjoy it luxuriously."

"Your hair dries with a pat, blowing what?"

"Then let’s change it to a shoulder massage and back pounding. Hmm, your massages must be comforting." He tilted his head to look at He Fang’s hands, he definitely needed to experience this.

"Sure, someday I’ll let you be the lord too," He Fang lowered her head, fiddling with the water with her feet, and pondered, "I’ll be it ten times, and you get once, how about that?"

"Sure, that sounds great."

Qin Guanglin happily agreed to what seemed like an unequal treaty.

He Fang was toiling in the kitchen, drenched in sweat while he sat in the bedroom enjoying the air conditioning and reading novels. It was only fair for him to let He Fang comfortably enjoy herself now. He didn’t mind even if it meant they only switched places once every month or so.

He pampered Teacher He until she was utterly comfortable; not only was Teacher He happy, he himself felt equally content.

"Then you keep it up," He Fang reached behind herself, searching, "Come on, give my tummy a rub."

Soaking feet, blow-drying hair, and then a belly rub, this life wouldn’t even be traded by immortals.

"Mm," Qin Guanglin grunted, annoyed as he seized her hand, "Stop messing around!"

"My mistake..." He Fang sheepishly moved her hand upward, "I just wanted to rub your tummy, ah... You haven’t showered yet, I’m not rubbing it."

"Lucky I didn’t, or you’d be harassing me again."

"Pfft, who’s harassing you?"

"You are."

Qin Guanglin slid his fingers through He Fang’s hair, smoothing it down, and after appreciating its silky softness, he set the hairdryer aside, squatted down in front of her, "You must be tired from running today, huh?"

"It feels much better after the soak." He Fang kept her feet pressed down in the bucket to stop him from picking them up, "Do you like feet that much?"

"Who, who likes them?!" Qin Guanglin was taken aback before realizing what she meant, and then indignantly retorted, "Saying something as sweet as helping your girlfriend wash her feet makes it sound perverted when you say it."

"I’ll pretend I believe you," He Fang curled her lip, lifting her nightgown up and pressing it down at her knees, "Since you’ve been behaving so well, I’ll let you massage my legs. They were so sore after running."

Every once in a while, she had to give him some perks to make him happy.

"Clearly it’s me who’s serving you, but you talk like I’m getting a huge benefit."

"One of these days when I’m in a good mood, I’ll let you massage my legs as a treat." He’d gotten the upper hand and was feigning innocence, acting tough as ever.

"Is this a massage or a caress?" He Fang couldn’t be bothered with his stubborn retorts, "Just massage properly."

Hey, looking at it this way, it really seemed like a grand landlord enjoying life.

After experiencing the feeling of being a landlord for ten minutes, He Fang reached back for the towel on the chair, "That’s enough, move aside."

"Good deeds should be seen through to the end." Qin Guanglin snatched the towel from her hands, "Lift your foot."

"..."

He Fang bit her lip in frustration and simply closed her eyes, lifting her foot out of the bucket.

One gets used to it, all in good time.

"Hehehe." Qin Guanglin dried her foot and gave her little foot a squeeze, and seeing her eyes open wide in anger, he couldn’t help chuckling.

He had finally found her weak spot.

"That’s too much!" He Fang tightly gripped the edges of the chair, gently squirming.

Qin Guanglin was just teasing her and didn’t continue, "Alright, alright, no more teasing."

He released her foot and stood up, stepping forward to scoop Teacher He in his arms and place her on the bed, lightly pecking her forehead, "Go to sleep soon."

"Hmph!" He Fang covered herself with the thin blanket and turned her head away from him to show she was angry, "Turn off the lights, lock the door, thank you."

Qin Guanglin had been planning to leave, but seeing her act this way, he bent down again, turning her face toward him to plant a firm kiss, then proudly picked up the bucket and headed for the door, "Sleep early, I’m turning off the lights."

"Hurry up and go."

With the bedroom light off, He Fang closed her eyes in the darkness, listening to the sound of him moving around in the living room, pouring water, and a smile crept across her face.

After lying quietly for a while, she turned over and groped beside the pillow, grabbing the Doraemon plush toy to give it a kiss before hugging it to prepare for sleep.

...

Night.

Tranquil and beautiful.

Qin Guanglin finished showering and returned home, standing by the window, looking up at the sky.

The universe is so vast, and every life is solitary.

In one’s fleeting lifetime, how should one live to find satisfaction?

"Waking up together every day, lazing in bed a while longer, then having breakfast together before heading out; coming home from work in the evening to shop for groceries together, I cook, you wash the dishes... then repeat, and repeat, ad infinitum, never getting tired of it."

Never getting tired no matter how many times it repeats.

Savoring the words He Fang had said on the bench, Qin Guanglin’s face broke into a smile, glanced once more in her direction, drew the curtains, and flopped onto the bed.

Who cares how life is lived, having Teacher He is enough.