Although They're Mentally ill, They're Extremely Easy to Comfort - Chapter 64

The lingering, intense kiss submerged them in an irresistible tenderness.

In this moment, Ling Xi unexpectedly wanted to hide Qiao Bo’er. She couldn’t bear to let heaven, earth, and the green landscape pry into such peerless beauty.

Ling Xi’s face showed no sign of shy flushing, only an urgent request: “The ground is wet, let’s go inside.”

Qiao Bo’er flushed, becoming like a little woman, her whispered consent full of a passionate, rosy flavor. Of course, she would listen to Ling Xi.

Standing up, Ling Xi’s hand clasped around her waist showed no intention of letting go. She greedily inhaled the scent of Bo’er’s neck.

The world inside the house was something they had no time to appreciate.

The heavy wooden door emitted a muffled closing sound, and their figures instantly disappeared into the darkness.

Ling Xi urgently pressed Qiao Bo’er against the door, raising her hand to block her path.

The little deer that had been confined for too long finally burst forth with immense energy. Their fervent kisses were like their emotions—uncontrolled and unwilling to stop.

From her ear came Qiao Bo’er’s sighing moan, which was simply pouring fuel onto an already intense flame.

Qiao Bo’er’s fingertips traced Ling Xi’s features. The day she had longed for had finally stepped out of her dreams.

“Ling Xi…” she whispered her lover’s name in a gap between breaths. Ling Xi’s nose gently brushed Qiao Bo’er’s cheek, responding earnestly, “I’m here.”

“Ling Xi.”

“I’m here.”

Every response was filled with heartfelt patience. Although Ling Xi was reluctant to separate from the kiss, she worked hard to shed that feeling of distance, wanting to truly pamper the woman in front of her.

“Can you always answer me every time I call you like this?” Qiao Bo’er’s request stemmed from a fear of loss. Ling Xi squeezed her hand and kissed it against her lips: “Yes.”

Finally regaining some composure, Qiao Bo’er moved to turn on the living room light, but Ling Xi stopped her.

She didn’t want a quick end; she only wanted to grant Qiao Bo’er every kiss she desired within this darkness.

Their shifting figures lingered from the living room sofa to the stairs, and the unbearable surge of emotion pushed them towards the bedroom, until they finally stepped out onto the balcony.

Leaning against the railing, Qiao Bo’er gazed at Ling Xi’s face in the moonlight, then suddenly burst into light giggles.

Ling Xi was puzzled, tilting her head to smooth the stray hairs by her temples: “What are you laughing at?”

“I’m laughing at your silly expression the first time I kissed you.”

“And?”

“And… your face also had my lipstick mark on it then.”

At this moment, Ling Xi’s face was covered in Qiao Bo’er’s red lipstick marks, her mouth also bearing a vibrant smear of color, and she, too, began to giggle foolishly.

Between laughs, Ling Xi turned her eyes to the back garden downstairs. The entire area was covered with a green tarp, concealing what was hidden beneath.

Ling Xi curiously pointed: “Why is it covered with a cloth?”

Qiao Bo’er nestled into her embrace, murmuring sweetly: “I won’t tell you, it’s a secret.”

“You seem to have many little secrets.”

“But the fact that I like you isn’t a secret,” Qiao Bo’er playfully poked Ling Xi’s chin with her nose, and Ling Xi’s embrace tightened, becoming even more inseparable.

Reason compelled Ling Xi to instinctively check the time. It was time to go home, but Qiao Bo’er acted like a spoiled child, refusing to let go: “Stay over tonight. We have plenty of rooms, and I’m scared staying alone.”

Qiao Bo’er feigned a pitiful look, and Ling Xi reluctantly agreed: “Alright, but this is an exception.”

“Still not enough.” She whispered intimately close to Ling Xi’s ear. Ling Xi didn’t understand: “Not enough?”

“Mhm, not enough.” Qiao Bo’er responded vaguely, and the kissing became unrestrained again. Ling Xi met her lips: “It’s a case of wanting more.”

A jarring ringtone suddenly broke their intimacy. Ling Xi pulled out her phone and saw an unfamiliar number. After a moment’s hesitation, she answered.

Li Song’en was speeding along Xuanhai Avenue. He had long since figured out the routine of Ling Xi and Qiao Bo’er and immediately drove to their residential complex.

Seeing that the two opposing houses had no lights on, he realized neither was home tonight.

Although he had been delayed by Lin Fangwan, this didn’t stop Li Song’en. He unhesitatingly dialed Ling Xi’s number, ready to unleash his trump card.

The moment the call was connected, Li Song’en smiled—

“If you don’t want anything to happen to Lin Fangwan, be at the abandoned container yard at Xuancheng Pier tonight at 11 PM sharp. You must come alone. If you dare to call the police or bring anyone else, I guarantee you won’t want to see Lin Fangwan again for the rest of your life.”

The caller’s voice was very low. When Lin Fangwan was mentioned, Ling Xi’s heart still involuntarily skipped a beat.

Only then did she realize that after Lin Fangwan’s sudden reappearance, she had consistently sought opportunities to get close to her. Although her intention was unclear, this threatening call explained everything—something had happened to Lin Fangwan.

Ling Xi calmly hung up the phone, her brow slightly furrowed.

Qiao Bo’er instinctively felt that Ling Xi’s mood had changed and worriedly asked: “What’s wrong?”

Ling Xi calmly found an excuse: “Xiao Mo said he needs to see me urgently. I have to rush over to his place.”

“It’s so late, did something happen?” Qiao Bo’er held Ling Xi’s arm, not wanting her to leave.

Ling Xi feigned a look of trouble, sighing: “You rest well at home. Once I solve the problem, I’ll call you to let you know I’m safe, okay?”

Qiao Bo’er pouted but obediently nodded: “Alright, then I’ll walk you to the car.”

Throughout, Ling Xi maintained absolute composure; she didn’t want to involve Qiao Bo’er. Because issues concerning new and old flames are never straightforward.

Of course, Ling Xi had no feelings for Lin Fangwan. But she wasn’t a cold-blooded animal to stand by and do nothing; at least, she needed to know what the other party’s goal was.

After seeing Ling Xi into the car, Qiao Bo’er was still worried: “Call me as soon as you get to Xiao Mo’s place, or I’ll be very uneasy.”

Qiao Bo’er had a woman’s keen sixth sense. To alleviate her worry, Ling Xi deliberately showed a relaxed expression: “Okay.”

“What would you like for breakfast tomorrow? I’ll ask Qu Ye to prepare it early.”

“No need to go to all that trouble.”

Qiao Bo’er leaned toward the car window, reluctant to part. Ling Xi knew what she wanted and leaned in for a farewell kiss: “Go on inside.”

“Drive safely.”

Starting the engine, Ling Xi watched Qiao Bo’er’s silhouette walk away. Suddenly, she spoke: “Bo’er, don’t mind Lin Fangwan’s existence. She’s an old acquaintance—as the name suggests, someone from the past. I don’t like her, let alone love her.”

Qiao Bo’er froze for a moment. Lin Fangwan was the root of Ling Xi’s depression; why this sudden relief?

But she held her question and turned back, waving goodbye gently to Ling Xi: “I don’t mind. I’ll give you plenty of time to consider our relationship.”

Upon reaching their destination, this place was not as easy as Lu Jiuzhe’s old apartment to tell if anyone was inside. After all, the hallways were new, suggesting the property management cleaned them daily.

Ji Nancen could only knock openly, but after a long time, there was no answer. She then shot a glance at Qu Ye, who was leaning against the wall, indicating they had missed him.

Qu Ye figured since they were already here, it wouldn’t hurt to check inside, so he motioned for them to break the door down.

Ji Nancen understood and nodded. Despite having both hands seemingly empty, she rummaged in her pocket and magically produced a palm-sized box.

Using the bright hallway light, she picked out a lock-picking tool, tested its size in the keyhole, and, dissatisfied, switched to another.

Finally finding a suitable tool, she put her ear to the door to listen for the mechanism, then inserted the folding iron tension wrench into the keyhole and tried to twist it a few times.

It wasn’t right, so she tried another position and listened again. Suddenly, with a click, the lock opened.

Qu Ye watched, dumbfounded. Logically, modern security doors shouldn’t be easy to unlock; usually, you’d have to pry open the handle and destroy the lock cylinder to succeed.

It had to be said that Ji Nancen had a few tricks up her sleeve; at least she had mastered the essentials of breaking and entering.

Ji Nancen carefully placed her precious tools back into the box, gave Qu Ye a proud wink, and swaggered inside, pulling the door open.

Because the curtains on the doors, windows, and balcony were drawn, the room was pitch black, impossible to see anything.

“Ahem, ahem…”

Unlike others who sneak in without a sound, Ji Nancen did the opposite, clearing her throat to try and determine if anyone was inside; if so, the person would surely make a noise.

It seemed no one was home, so Ji Nancen directly turned on the living room light.

The room was a mess. The ashtray on the coffee table was overflowing with old cigarette butts, and the floor was littered with discarded beer cans.

Ji Nancen was itching to collect them, regretting not bringing her backpack. Otherwise, she could have bundled all these things up and sold them for money. (The new novel’s blurb mentions her love for crushing soda cans and collecting recyclables.)

“Check inside,” Qu Ye’s gaze fell on the tightly shut bedroom door, and he nudged Ji Nancen.

Ji Nancen walked to the door first, checked that no one was inside, and then gently pushed the door open.

Wow, what a discovery.

Inside the bedroom was an old small bed and a dim table lamp. A whiteboard spanning the width of one wall attracted their attention.

Ji Nancen immediately took a photo, then put her hands on her hips and asked Qu Ye: “What do you make of this?”

Qu Ye rubbed his chin, carefully examining the content on the whiteboard. It was plastered with all the information about Qiao Bo’er, even a relationship diagram, including photos of Ling Xi, and records of their schedules and home addresses.

Evidently, the owner of this room had been plotting for some time.

“So, they were watched early on,” Qu Ye stated firmly. After surveying the room once more, he decided they needed to leave immediately: “Let’s go.”

“Shouldn’t we wait for the rabbit?” (a Chinese idiom meaning to wait for an opportunity, or a surprise encounter)

“From a long-term perspective, waiting for the rabbit won’t solve the fundamental problem.”

“You mean the problem still lies with Emerald City (Fei Leng Cui)?”

“Clearly, this is someone sent by that mad dog, so… the fire at Xiao Yunxi’s studio was his warning.”

“But we can’t just stand by, can we? Just leave the person exposed like this?”

Ji Nancen wanted to act but was stopped by Qu Ye: “We can’t alert the enemy. Now is not the time. I need to inform Miss Bo’er and come up with a strategy first.”

“You have a point. Let’s go.” Ji Nancen pushed Qu Ye’s shoulder, ready to leave, but was suddenly drawn by a string of dates circled on the whiteboard. She stopped and called out to Qu Ye: “Wait.”

“What is it?”

“Look at this.” Ji Nancen pointed to the circled date. Qu Ye suspiciously took out his phone to check the date. It was today: “Damn it, the boss and Ling Xi might be in danger!”

“Quickly contact Qiao Bo’er!” Ji Nancen snapped, and the two hurriedly left.

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