Married The Crybaby Childhood Crush First, Then Fell in Love - Chapter 27.1

Inside the car, Lin Wanqing was trembling like a quail.

Yan Qiu held her by the shoulder and fed Lin Wanqing some hot water.

Hypoglycemia was very uncomfortable; her lips were pale and weak, and her mind was dizzy and slow to react to everything around her.

The car drove into the parking garage of the mansion. The butterscotch dissolved in Lin Wanqing’s mouth, and the discomfort of the low blood sugar gradually faded.

“Thank you, Sister Qiuqiu…”

Lin Wanqing’s face was pale, and she got out of the car like a delicate beauty, with a faint scent wafting from her to Yan Qiu as the wind blew.

“It was just a matter of convenience.” Yan Qiu put her jacket over her. “Rest for a while, then go take a shower and get some rest.”

The empty mansion had no sign of life; only when Lin Wanqing stepped inside did it gain some warmth.

Lin Wanqing leaned weakly against the sofa. Yan Qiu gently wiped the lipstick from her lips with a handkerchief. She was very beautiful; normally, just one coat of lipstick was enough to achieve the effect others took a long time to create with makeup.

“Is what you said at the school gate true?” Yan Qiu watched her quietly.

Her lips were grazed by the slightly coarse handkerchief, and the soft lips were rubbed back and forth. The lipstick was removed, but the color of her lips became even redder.

Lin Wanqing whimpered, shrinking into a little quail: “I…”

Lin Wanqing trembled slightly.

No matter how she answered, it would be wrong. “Sister’s legs are very beautiful. I don’t dislike them.”

After removing the lipstick from her lips, Yan Qiu pressed her thumb onto her lip, tracing from the center to the corner of her mouth…

“Really?”

Yan Qiu’s wheelchair was very close to her; their noses were almost touching.

Suddenly targeted by a predator, Lin Wanqing’s helpless tears streamed down from the corners of her eyes, and a muffled whimper escaped her throat.

What a delicate jasmine flower shivering in the wind.

Yan Qiu’s hand, which was meant to rest on her shoulder, was jerked by Lin Wanqing, and suddenly landed on her chest—

Wearing clothes, the girl’s figure wasn’t prominent, not particularly full, but the moment the fingers touched her, it felt extremely soft and bouncy.

She was wearing a thin bra, and the palm of Yan Qiu’s hand could instantly feel the shape.

Lin Wanqing: “!”

Her pale face turned red in an instant.

Lin Wanqing looked at her in horror, crying even harder.

Yan Qiu immediately withdrew her hand after realizing what had happened, with a rare look of embarrassment on her face, “I didn’t mean to, I apologize.”

Yan Qiu wheeled her chair back to a safe distance. She stared at her palm, as if she could still sense the marshmallow-like softness and the unique sweetness of the female body from moments ago.

Lin Wanqing quickly wiped away her tears with her hand. She didn’t want to cry, but whenever she encountered Yan Qiu, her tears would fall relentlessly.

She couldn’t stop them.

“It’s nothing. In the school bathroom, everyone often does this…”

“…”

Yan Qiu lowered her gaze, “In the school bathroom, you also touch each other?”

Lin Wanqing: “Not… often?”

Yan Qiu had an even bigger headache.

Yan Qiu finally waved her hand, “Go take a shower. I have work to deal with today. Go to bed early tonight.”

Lin Wanqing was flushed all over. She didn’t dare to stay any longer, grabbed the clothes the housekeeper had prepared, and ducked into the bathroom.

Just then, Yu Fei came up from the underground parking garage. “Huh, why are you crying?”

Lin Wanqing forced a smile and shook her head, saying she was fine.

Yu Fei walked towards her boss, “Why is Miss Lin crying like a commoner woman who’s been robbed by bandits?”

Lin Wanqing: “…”

Don’t say that in front of me.

Yan Qiu silently took out the delicate handkerchief that had been bitten by teeth from her pocket and rubbed it against the bridge of her nose.

The girl’s chest was indeed soft just now. If it felt like that to the palm of her hand, what about her cheek?

Yu Fei: “Boss, are you having a nosebleed? I’ll call the family doctor.”

With that mouth of hers, the fact that she hadn’t been fired showed how broad-minded Yan Qiu was.

Yan Qiu silently placed the files on her wheelchair and went to the study to work.

“It’s getting late, you should go home.”

The handkerchief was rubbed back and forth in her palm. The rabbit-hugging-the-moon embroidery on it had been kissed countless times.

…

The shower sprayed on her face, and Lin Wanqing barely managed to calm herself down.

In the rising heat, her mind became even more hazy. When she walked out of the bathroom, she almost forgot to wrap herself in a bath towel.

A hint of bud was just beginning to show.

Lin Wanqing couldn’t help but turn her gaze to the pink and white camellia bud in the moon-white porcelain basin in the corner of the wall.

The camellia modestly closed its petals. The door was right next to Yan Qiu’s study.

The light was on inside. Lin Wanqing, flushed pink by the steam, didn’t dare to disturb her.

She changed into her pajamas and lay down in Yan Qiu’s cool bed. All she could smell was the bitter orange blossom scent of Yan Qiu.

“Sister Qiuqiu…” Lin Wanqing buried her head in the pillow. She was enveloped by Yan Qiu’s scent, and there was a long, curly hair on the pillow that obviously wasn’t hers.

The pillow, sheets, and duvet were all used by Yan Qiu. Lying there felt like being embraced tightly.

Lin Wanqing placed her hand on her chest. She had never touched her own body like this before.

The strange, yet not unpleasant, sensation just now made her not dislike it.

If it were Yan Qiu touching her, she would be perfectly fine with it.

“Why are you burying your head in my duvet and touching your chest?”

Yan Qiu pushed the door open and saw this scene.

Lin Wanqing sat up in a panic, only to realize that the pillow she was just burying her head in was not hers, but Yan Qiu’s side.

Lin Wanqing quickly moved back, “I… I was warming the bed for Sister.”

Yan Qiu’s eyes showed a hint of fatigue and satisfaction, perhaps from work or something else.

“Thank you, Sweetheart, for warming up the pillow too. Go to sleep now.”

Lin Wanqing stammered, “Good night, Sister Qiuqiu.”

Yan Qiu walked out of the bedroom, “Good night.”

Lin Wanqing curled up on her side of the bed. As she moved her legs, she suddenly touched something inside the covers.

“What is that?” Lin Wanqing reached out to hook it.

It was Yan Qiu’s silk camisole pajama. Perhaps the housekeeper who tidied up the room hadn’t noticed it and had buried it in the covers.

Lin Wanqing picked up the pajama. It was short and thin, and could be easily crumpled into a ball and held in her palm.

The cold-to-the-touch silk felt scalding hot in her hand. Lin Wanqing quickly smoothed the pajama and placed it on the bedside table.

Just by looking at the cut of the pajama, she could tell the size. Lin Wanqing compared it to herself and felt a little pitiful.

She couldn’t let go of this thought until she fell asleep in the middle of the night.

Lin Wanqing, sleeping peacefully, had no idea that there was a small camera on the clock hanging opposite the bed.

In the study, Yan Qiu was intently watching the screen, which showed the girl holding, measuring, and smelling her pajama.

She used one hand to grasp the handkerchief and untied her belt.

Yan Qiu’s eyes were slightly red. Seeing Lin Wanqing tossing and turning and unable to sleep, she read a fairy tale to herself, trying hard to lull herself to sleep.

The handkerchief was wrinkled and dirty. Yan Qiu turned off the monitor, undressed, and got into the bathtub, washing the handkerchief clean as she went.

…

The next day at work.

Yu Fei: “Boss, I am also a person with principles. Before joining this company, I never did anything sneaky.”

Yan Qiu raised an eyebrow: “Is stealing homework difficult?”

Yu Fei lowered her head and explained that most of Lin Wanqing’s assignments were sculptures and oil paintings. “Boss, I can’t carry those assignments by myself, and you wouldn’t want to pay for work injury, would you?”

Yan Qiu was very dissatisfied with her secretary’s professional abilities.

Yan Qiu rubbed the handkerchief in her pocket, “How are the perfume studio preparations coming along?”

Yu Fei: “It’s all ready. We’ve ordered a batch of the most advanced equipment from abroad, and it can be used at any time.”

Yan Qiu looked at the actual photos, “Lin Wanqing won’t accept it; she doesn’t want to work at the headquarters.”

Yu Fei had been busy for almost a month, so she couldn’t let her efforts go to waste.

“Why don’t we have someone move this equipment to the studio Miss Lin is currently using?”

Yu Fei’s smile became even more charming, “If Miss Lin doesn’t want it, she won’t be able to move it away either.”

Yan Qiu was somewhat satisfied, “Go handle it.”

These past few days, Yu Fei had been rushing back and forth to Y University, marveling that Lin Wanqing could spare time during her lunch break to cook two home-style dishes for the boss and have her bring the lunch box to the company.

Yan Qiu would personally wash the lunch box after eating, and if she finished work early, she would drive to Lin Wanqing’s studio in the evening.

Yu Fei parked the car, “Miss Lin cooks for you with her own hands; she is truly deeply in love with you.”

Yan Qiu was pleased, a faint smile playing on the corner of her mouth.

Yu Fei: “Although Miss Lin has many admirers at school, she has never accepted anyone.”

Yan Qiu got out of the car and saw the lights of the studio still on from a distance.

Yan Qiu said faintly, “Since that day… Lin Wanqing hasn’t spoken to me.”

She claims to be busy with her studies every day, only going to sleep after midnight, quietly climbing into bed next to her, unlike before when she would embrace her from behind.

She doesn’t send a single message during the day when she’s in class. When Yan Qiu proactively sends a message, she replies only after a long time.

Only the occasional lunch box at noon proves that they have an intimate relationship.

A faint trace of worry crossed Yan Qiu’s eyes. Her wheelchair silently approached the door of the studio.

Yan Qiu had a splitting headache and vaguely told her secretary about accidentally touching Lin Wanqing’s chest that day.

The secretary nodded repeatedly when she first heard it, but her gaze gradually turned horrified when she heard that the handkerchief was ripped by teeth.

Is this the boss? This is clearly a pervert.

Yu Fei moved her lips, “Partners should give and take. How about… you let Miss Lin take advantage of you a little?”

As soon as she said it, the secretary felt she was about to be fired.

…

Inside the studio.

Lan Xiaoxiao yawned while lying on the desk, “Qingqing, I can’t memorize any more.”

In front of her were three stacks of thick books.

There were no empty seats in the school library, and there was no study atmosphere in the dorm. Lin Wanqing and her roommate were studying in the studio.

The new intern had already gone home by this time. The mixed scents in the studio made people sleepy.

Lin Wanqing rubbed her red eyes, “Think about your scholarship.”

Lan Xiaoxiao pouted, saying money wasn’t that important.

Lin Wanqing: “That’s not what you said at the beginning of the semester.”

Both of their attention was on the books. Neither noticed that the tightly closed door opened a crack.

Lan Xiaoxiao grew increasingly frustrated with studying. Thinking that the scholarship wasn’t worth it after all, she stood up abruptly and strode over to Lin Wanqing, embracing her fragrant and soft roommate tightly.

Lin Wanqing was stiff all over from the sudden hug.

“Quick, let go.”

“How strange. The heating is on so high, why are you still wearing long sleeves? I’m sweating.”

Lan Xiaoxiao rolled up her sleeves to her elbows, sweating profusely from the heat. In contrast, Lin Wanqing had her buttons meticulously fastened all the way to the top.

Not an inch of skin was exposed.

Lin Wanqing’s expression was unnatural, “Don’t touch me.”

Lan Xiaoxiao looked around, “Strange, why does the back of my neck feel cold?”

Lan Xiaoxiao touched Lin Wanqing’s back, shoulder, and waist. Her straight-girl actions were more intimate than a lover’s.

“A bathhouse opened next door. The scrub master there has great technique. Shall we go together for a scrub?”

“If you don’t want to, I can scrub you myself. I’m from the Northeast, and I’ll definitely scrub you until you look like a steamed shrimp.”

The bathhouse was full of naked bodies. Lin Wanqing inexplicably recalled the strange feeling of being touched by Yan Qiu that day.

“Forget it, you go alone.”

Every day, lying in a bed full of Yan Qiu’s scent and feeling another warm body next to her, Lin Wanqing couldn’t help but feel nervous.

Her body would produce waves of heat, leaving her confused and helpless.

Lan Xiaoxiao had no more intention of studying and was driven out by Lin Wanqing to eat dinner.

She stood in the deserted corridor. The entire creative park was very quiet at night, with only the sound of the wind blowing and the traffic outside the park.

No one was around.

Lan Xiaoxiao touched her cold body. When she was touching her roommate just now, the feeling of being watched was particularly strong.

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