Mu Wan’s heart was spread with a layer of soft yarn.
She raised her leg and ran over.
When she got closer, Liu Qianxiu’s eyes gradually became clear. He looked at her, carrying a dark, off-white supermarket shopping bag, but Mu Wan could guess what was inside.
She ordered sweet and sour lotus roots this afternoon.
Like floating duckweed, Mu Wan crashed into his umbrella. A faint sandalwood fragrance rushed over her face. He protected her, and the rain could not hit her.
After her mother’s death, she did not remember how much rain she had been exposed to, but she couldn’t get it this time.
Mu Wan got wet from a short distance, and raindrops were on her delicate white face. She smiled and raised her hand to wipe the raindrop to avoid embarrassment. After wiping it away, she looked up at him, her eyes shining brightly.
“Liu Qianxiu, are you waiting for me?”
Her voice was still sweet, and her tone rose cheerfully, like the ripples of raindrops spreading on the water.
Liu Qianxiu quietly looked at Mu Wan under the umbrella. The street light was on, and her shadow grew slightly outside the umbrella. It was long and slender, like a cat’s tail.
“Yeah.” Liu Qianxiu replied.
The two of them returned home holding an umbrella. Because Mu Wan was drenched in the rain, she ran to the second bedroom’s bathroom to shower. After taking a bath, the heat on her body was steamed clean. She left the bedroom red-faced and still wore Liu Qianxiu’s shirt. The shirt is long and oversized. She is petite, so her white legs look thin and long.
The sweet and sour lotus root made by Liu Qianxiu tastes good. Mu Wan was filming all day today and didn’t have a good meal, so she ate two rice bowls for dinner. After eating, she took the three kittens to the living room.
As soon as she sat down, a flash of lightning broke the dark sky outside the window, illuminating the entire living room. The rain outside was pouring down heavily.
“There will be heavy rain tonight.” Mu Wan listened to the rolling thunder and said to Liu Qianxiu.
The three little ones in her arms were terrified, and they kept drilling into her arms. Mu Wan wrapped them in her arms and could feel the little guys trembling.
“They are so afraid of thunder.” Mu Wan said, hearing another thunder outside. The three little ones shuddered again, and there was some brisk panic in their cry.
They are too young, so they are scared of thunder. As a child, Mu Wan was also afraid of thunder but gradually became unafraid. Thunder is louder at best and won’t hit her, so she doesn’t need to fear it.
Liu Qianxiu was sitting in front of her. While his fingers gently picked up a page of the book, he looked down at the three kittens in Mu Wan’s arms and withdrew his gaze. The thunder and lightning flashed outside the window, and the wind and rain swayed. But the inside was quiet, warm, and comfortable.
Mu Wan stretched out her body, put her arms on the short table, and put her face on it. The sound of the rain, the sound of books turned in her ears, and the sandalwood fragrance that filled her nose calmed her nerves. It made Mu Wan curl up before the table and gradually close her eyes.
Liu Qianxiu has a very regular schedule for work and rest, so when the time comes, the tiredness gradually hits. Closing the book, Liu Qianxiu raised his eyes at the short table.
Mu Wan was asleep, and he could hear her well-proportioned long breath, her hands resting on her arms, and her thick black hair covering the small half of her face, like a veil over her face.
There are slender eyebrows, lifted corners of her eyes, slightly curled eyelashes, and shiny red lips under the black veil.
She slept quietly, and there was a sense of laziness in the quiet, as if a kitten had played enough and was tired. After finding a comfortable shelter, she stretched her waist and lay asleep.
The soft light made Mu Wan’s petite body like it opened up a shallow shadow in the living room.
She slept for a while and had no time to care for the three little ones afraid of thunder in her arms. The kitten yelled a few times and was not comforted. They quickly stepped forward to find another backing and were now sleeping in Liu Qianxiu’s arms.
Looking up at the time, it is already ten o’clock.
There was no lightning and thunder outside the window, but the rain was violent and showed no signs of abating.
Holding the three little ones in his arms, Liu Qianxiu got up and put them into the cat room. Liu Qianxiu put down the kitten, got out of the cats’ room, and stood outside the aperture of the table lamp in the living room.
Under the desk lamp, Mu Wan and the light, with the short table and a few books, are like a delicate painting. Her posture was uncomfortable. Her slender back was slightly slanted, and her shirt collar was wide open, revealing her thin shoulders. She didn’t sit cross-legged; her one leg stretched out from under the oversized shirt, slender and white.
Although uncomfortable, she showed no signs of waking up, and her breathing was still symmetrical and long.
Liu Qianxiu got up and walked into the painting.
When his left arm wrapped around Mu Wan’s waist, Liu Qianxiu smelled the fragrance of freesia and a thin layer of sandalwood on her body, which smelled of his shower gel and clothes. He pursed his lips slightly, pressed hard with one hand, put his right arm under her knee socket, and lifted her from the ground.
She is light and wears a white shirt, like a white feather. When Liu Qianxiu picked her up, she moved twice. Her little head was curled up in his arms, and her hands also grabbed his clothes.
There was even an unpleasant grunt.
Her breathing was warm, and she was caught in his arms.
Under the lamp, Liu Qianxiu hugged her and got up. Both of them escaped from the lamp’s dim shadow. In the dark shadow, the outline of the woman’s facial features was hazy, and he saw the corners of her eyes move.
“Are you awake?” said Liu in a low voice, as deep as night.
“I didn’t.” In his arms, Mu Wan said in a low voice, a little dumbness.
“...”
Mu Wan, who has no silver three hundred taels here*, finished speaking, and her heart was elevated in her chest. Nostalgic for this tenderness, she raised her hand and grabbed the skirt of his chest. Mu Wan’s voice was affectionate and lazy with a slight effort, like coming from a dream.
“Liu Qianxiu, can I stay tonight? I’m a little tired and don’t want to go home.”
She said it, still buried in his arms, smelling the faint scent of sandalwood. She seemed to have fallen asleep again.
Before going to bed, Mu Wan heard Liu Qianxiu’s answer. The rain outside the window was fierce, and his voice was exceptionally gentle.
“Yeah.” Liu Qianxiu answered quietly, “You can do whatever you want.”
* There is no silver three hundred taels here is a Chinese idiom, pronounced cǐ dì wú yín sān bǎi liǎng, which is a metaphor for trying to conceal things, but it turns out to be exposed.
Thanks for the chapter!
ReplyDeleteDun-dun-dunnn she's finally wrangled her way in to staying the night!
Stay safe!
Me: girl, I think you already gained the rights to slowly bring your clothes over--
ReplyDeleteMu Wan: Na ah, I still prefer the boyfriend's white shirt look 😎