Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 153 - 151: Everything Goes Well

Chapter 153: Chapter 151: Everything Goes Well

One life handed over to another to carry.

Who is to be pitied more?

"The old movies have a flavor." Qin Guanglin closed his eyes to ponder for a moment, then couldn’t help but praise.

A profound movie can make one reflect for a long time, deeply thought-provoking.

"If Rose had jumped with him, the movie would have been second-rate at best, that kind of love is also grand, but it’s much inferior to what it is now." He was brought back to the movie by He Fang’s words, didn’t feel much when he watched it just now, but now, thinking about it, he felt somewhat moved.

The latter part "Never give up" elevated it more than just a notch higher than the beginning’s "If you jump, I jump."

Keeping loving Jack is not hard.

Living a happy life is not hard.

But to do both requires how much courage and persistence?

"It’s good that they did what they were supposed to do, otherwise, it would be even more regretful." Qin Guanglin pinched his soft flesh, sighing.

"Be gentle." He Fang frowned.

"That..."

"What?"

"Nothing."

Qin Guanglin hesitated to speak, then laid back down, his mind in turmoil.

Actually, helping out is quite nice... but then again, it feels a bit uncomfortable.

If mentioned, she probably wouldn’t refuse...

He Fang turned to look at him for a moment before speaking, "You were thinking about that, weren’t you?"

"Ah?" Qin Guanglin hesitated.

"You just refused to help."

Hmph, men are just stubborn.

"... Okay."

Qin Guanglin, feeling embarrassed, turned his head away, but couldn’t resist turning back to kiss her cheek as she was getting up, "Thank you."

Honestly, upon further reflection, doing some intimate things as a couple is not a big deal, whether it’s kissing, hugging, or helping out, all are expressions of love.

Everyone has needs, that’s an objective fact, and as long as both parties feel for each other, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.

"Should I help you too?" Qin Guanglin casually watched her movements, remembering the traces from before.

"You think I’m like you?" He Fang rolled her eyes, kneeling on the bed, helping him, "Close your eyes."

"..."

Hmph, women are just stubborn.

Whether because he got accustomed from last time or for some other reason, this time it took very long to finish the task, He Fang shook her sore hand, unable to refrain from complaining, "What’s going on?"

"I don’t know either." Qin Guanglin blinked innocently, feeling a bit embarrassed, "Are you tired? Maybe... maybe let’s not do it anymore..."

"That would be even worse." He Fang looked at the computer on the desk, "Should we find that part of the movie to show you?"

"It’s just a short clip."

"That’s true." He Fang rubbed her wrist and continued, "What should we do then?"

"Why don’t you come closer..." Qin Guanglin thought for a bit, vaguely reached out, and looked at her with questioning eyes, "Is that okay?"

"..."

He Fang pursed her lips, moved her body slightly closer, and said discontentedly, "You’re getting more and more over the top."

"I’m just seeing you’re tired..."

...

"Thank goodness it didn’t stain my quilt, hmph." He Fang muttered as she threw the paper ball into the trash can, "I’m exhausted."

"You did great, take a rest."

Qin Guanglin pulled her down, hugged her tightly and kissed her several times, "I’ll cook dinner tonight."

"Let go a bit, let me finish..."

"No, just like this." He held onto He Fang, preventing her from moving, "I like it."

"..."

"Really don’t need my help?"

"Help my ass."

Qin Guanglin remained silent for a long time before speaking again, "Does this count as something couples should do?"

"It should," He Fang was also not too sure.

She knew it was something spouses did, but for couples... probably?

"Didn’t you say that everything would be great if we just did what we needed to?" he continued, "So, would we also smoothly keep going on like this?"

"Of course."

"That’s great, I love you."

"I love you too."

Contentedly, Qin Guanglin buried his head in He Fang’s hair, took a deep breath of her scent, and closed his eyes, "Let’s take a nap. I’ll go buy groceries and cook dinner later."

"Okay."

He Fang nestled into his embrace and closed her eyes, not bothering to adjust her shoulder strap as she prepared to take an afternoon nap.

She wasn’t sure if what she was doing was right or appropriate, nor did she know if things would gradually spiral out of control.

She just couldn’t, and didn’t want to, refuse Qin Guanglin’s requests.

From their first meeting to now, everything they did was just to give him a perfect romantic experience, wasn’t it?

No matter what, as long as she maintained her bottom line, everything else was fine if he liked it.

When she woke up, it was no longer bright outside; the room was dim without the lights on, and the warm embrace behind her was nowhere to be found, leaving her alone on the vast bed. He Fang opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, momentarily unable to distinguish where she was.

"Husband?" she called out tentatively, then promptly got up and opened the bedroom door. The sound of frying instantly reached her ears.

"Qin Guanglin!"

"Hey, why are you shouting my full name?" Qin Guanglin responded from the kitchen, then came over with a spatula after a moment, "What’s up?"

"Why didn’t you wake me up?!" He Fang stood barefoot on the floor and hugged him tightly, "Why didn’t you turn on the lights?!"

"I’m wearing an apron, didn’t want to get dirt on you..." Qin Guanglin instinctively stepped back, falling silent when he noticed her clothes were still askew.

He Fang, displeased, adjusted her shoulder strap, "Were you cooking?"

"Yes."

"Next time we take an afternoon nap, you have to wake me up. Otherwise, waking up in the dark all alone, without you here, I get scared."

"Scared of what?" Qin Guanglin kicked a pair of slippers towards her, "Hurry and put the shoes on. I wouldn’t leave; I didn’t wake you because you were sleeping soundly."

"Did you remember?"

"Oh, I remembered."

Qin Guanglin turned and went back to the kitchen to continue cooking, "I was halfway through cooking when you called me by my full name... Did you have a nightmare?"

"No."

He Fang followed him into the living room and sat on the sofa, still wearing her slippers, "I just don’t like waking up all alone, the feeling of just me by myself."

It was a completely different feeling, waking up with him there and not being there.

Especially during the afternoon when she was drowsy, her rest would make her feel even worse, and waking up groggy made it even more difficult to distinguish where she was or what time it was.

"Then you shouldn’t have let me sleep," Qin Guanglin glanced back at her, "What if I don’t go home tonight?"

"That won’t work. Nights and afternoons are different; I’m used to sleeping by myself at night, and I don’t feel that way after a full night’s sleep."

He Fang pouted, continuing her complaint, "Did you remember? Next time, don’t touch me at all; no hugs, no..."

"Alright, alright, I remembered," Qin Guanglin brought out the dishes and kissed her, "I promise it won’t happen again."

Low blood sugar would make anyone cranky upon waking, but he didn’t find her nagging annoying. In fact, he found it endearing.

"How many more dishes?"

"Just two more; they’ll be ready soon." Qin Guanglin returned to the kitchen, "Go wash your hands and get ready for dinner. You didn’t wash your hands this afternoon."

"...It’s your fault for insisting on holding me as we slept." He Fang shuffled to the bathroom in her slippers and was washing her hands when she suddenly froze, "Where are the panties I changed out of this afternoon?"

"I washed them for you." Qin Guanglin smiled, expecting praise, "I also washed the clothes in your washing machine and your socks."

"..."

Annoyed, He Fang walked out and glared at him, "You’re just randomly touching a girl’s clothes! Shameless!"

"What’s the big deal?" Qin Guanglin shrugged, "We’ve already slept together, so what’s wrong with washing some panties?" he paused, "Don’t worry, I didn’t see anything."

"..."

"Ah!" He Fang, red with embarrassment and anger, grabbed his arm and bit him, "Are you asking for trouble?"

"Okay, okay, actually, I really could help... Ouch, don’t squeeze so hard; it hurts."

"Want to keep talking?"

"...Hurry up and serve the rice."