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Yu Chunmiao handed the Cotton Thread to him, and Qi Chong measured it himself before giving it back to her. After Yu Chunmiao left, Qi Chong rested his forehead against the table, sitting there for a long time. At seventeen, he had caught a glimpse of the little booklet his father had hidden away; even though it was just a quick glance, it was enough to make him understand the underlying meaning.
He thought that perhaps Yu Chunmiao simply didn’t understand; otherwise, he really wanted to hold her and kiss her all over. Wait! How could she not understand? She knew so many things, yet she didn’t grasp this?
Whether he was making excuses for himself or not, he swore that if Yu Chunmiao teased him again—whether intentionally or not—he wouldn’t let it slide.
The original owner’s sewing skills were quite impressive; the stitches were tight and neat, and the speed was quick. He finished a pair of men’s boxers in less than two hours. One for Qi Chong and one for her—this way, neither would mock the other.
Yu Chunmiao cheerfully walked back into Qi Chong’s room. He was trying to calm his mind by reading on the bed, but after two hours, he had only managed to read two pages.
When he saw Yu Chunmiao come in again and close the door, he had a premonition—he couldn’t tell if it was good or bad.
Yu Chunmiao sat beside him and proudly displayed the boxers she had made. “Look! I made you these. I even left an opening in the front, so you won’t have to take them off when you need to go at night.”
Qi Chong rubbed his forehead, his mind filled with key phrases: boxers, opening, no need to take them off. Great, she was definitely teasing him again.
Yu Chunmiao enthusiastically explained her creation, but Qi Chong’s expression remained indifferent as he covered his eyes with his hand, lost in thought.
She shyly asked, “Do you not like them?”
As Qi Chong lowered his hand, Yu Chunmiao caught sight of his unabashedly heated gaze. “Yu Chunmiao,” he said softly, “I’m just injured.”
Understanding dawned on her instantly; feeling embarrassed, she tried to escape but was pulled back into his embrace by Qi Chong.
His voice trembled as he struggled to breathe: “You come at just the right time. Are you trying to bully me?”
Yu Chunmiao recalled how he had reacted when she measured him earlier and suddenly realized what she had done to a wounded man.
It was all her fault for being so caught up in her sudden whimsical ideas that she overlooked the fact that he was her husband—one she hadn’t completely won over yet.
“Qi Chong, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” she said softly.
Qi Chong held her tightly against him. From his increasingly rapid heartbeat and tense breathing, Yu Chunmiao understood what this meant.
She whispered weakly, “We still can’t do that.”
Qi Chong grasped her chin and lifted her delicate face. His gaze moved from her bright, clear eyes down to her soft pink lips.
As Yu Chunmiao met the man's deep and affectionate gaze, even with her mind prepared, she couldn't help but feel her cheeks flush and her heart race.
She slowly closed her eyes, ready to embrace their first kiss.
At first, their kiss was clumsy, merely their lips brushing against each other. Perhaps it was the instinct of masculinity that urged him to explore further. The girl’s lips parted slightly for him, and he tentatively ventured inside, each time receiving a gentle response.
He kissed slowly, his tongue delicately tracing the softness of her lips, until Yu Chunmiao wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing them closer together, and the kiss grew more passionate.
They lost themselves in exchanging their unique breaths, a tingling sensation coursing through their bodies, causing a slight shiver. It felt as if they were submerged in warm water, on the verge of drowning in each other.
It was only when Yu Chunmiao sensed the limited oxygen within her body being gradually consumed that she let out a soft hum and pulled away from Qi Chong's lips.
She tilted her face upward, her expression dazed, her lips slightly parted and glistening from the kiss. This sight made her even more enticing in Qi Chong's eyes.
What had begun as a lingering and profound kiss transformed into gentle pecks as their noses touched. Neither of them took a further step; they silently agreed to calm themselves down.
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