Married The Crybaby Childhood Crush First, Then Fell in Love - Chapter 54.2

As the bass melody gradually rose, Lin Wanqing’s gaze toward Yan Qiu also became increasingly fiery and passionate.

“The galaxy falls into my hand, turning into a candle to burn the soul.”

“I throw myself into your embrace, constantly repeating ‘I love you.'”

Constantly repeating “I love you.”

The girl’s seemingly effortless singing contained complex emotions.

I know this shallow love is a bonus to your life, and I know I am not qualified to stand with you.

I like you. I like your respect, your indulgence, your gentleness, and I crave the scent of your body heat.

I indulge you in doing anything offensive to me.

As long as it’s you, everything is fine.

The New Game

Until today’s practice ended, Lin Wanqing put away the instrument case, which was filled with paper money and cash.

The city lights were coming on. The last lingering audience member left, and Yan Qiu wheeled her chair forward.

She took out a still-warm cup of milk tea from her coat. Snowflakes were fluttering outside, and the milk tea was at the perfect temperature for drinking.

“I couldn’t find that song online. It’s very beautiful. I really like it.”

The sweet but not cloying milk tea melted between her lips and teeth. Lin Wanqing leaned down and kissed her beautiful wife.

“I made it up when I saw you. What should I do? I really like Sister Qiuqiu.”

The direct confession startled Yan Qiu. She took Lin Wanqing’s hand, warming her cold paws.

“Mmm, I like Tiantian Little Friend too.”

Putting Lin Wanqing’s two little paws inside her collar, Yan Qiu shivered from the cold and kissed the back of Lin Wanqing’s hand.

“Your hands are so cold. Be careful of getting chilblains.” Yan Qiu rubbed the little rabbit lady’s paws until they were warm.

Yu Fei waited in the car until the two returned. “Boss, I bought the paint. It’s a hundred and twenty colors!”

Lin Wanqing looked back at the person next to her. “What paint?”

Yan Qiu felt she understood Lin Wanqing’s intention. “You’ll know when we get home. We’ll play something different tonight.”

Yu Fei immediately showed a “shipping” expression. “I know a shortcut that gets us back to the mansion very quickly!”

Lin Wanqing vaguely sensed something was wrong, but seeing Yan Qiu proactively asking her to play, she figured it couldn’t be wrong.

She had already bought all kinds of tools.

She had custom-ordered a lambskin whip, handcuffs sewn with soft fur on the inside, hemp rope that would leave visible marks on a person’s body, and low-temperature burning candles…

If Yan Qiu was willing, they could dedicate a room in the mansion for this.

She had studied interior design for a while and could completely decorate it according to her wishes.

Perhaps they could even add a golden cage inside.

Lin Wanqing’s mind wandered, and when she snapped back to reality, she was already standing in the bedroom.

Yan Qiu hugged her from behind, unbuttoning her clothes. “The bath water is ready. Tiantian can go soak first and wash herself clean.”

Wash clean…

Wash clean inside and out.

Lin Wanqing turned completely pink. Her fingers pressed against her close-fitting clothes, trembling slightly with excitement.

The good girl who had been constrained by various rules was guided by Yan Qiu into the adult world.

And tasted the sweetness of the adult world.

“Okay, I’ll wash thoroughly.”

Yan Qiu placed the body paint prepared by the secretary on the table. She had studied painting since childhood, so her skill was naturally excellent.

Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, Yan Qiu gradually became distracted.

So, Lin Wanqing liked to play like this.

She sat in the wheelchair, cleaning the paintbrushes one by one. Lin Wanqing walked out of the bathroom, only wrapped in a white towel.

She picked up the oil placed on the table.

The light-yellow oil was bright and warm to the touch, with a faint, peculiar scent.

The heat burning in Lin Wanqing’s heart suddenly scared her. Why did they need to use this kind of oil to play…

Would it really not break?

Yan Qiu looked back and smiled at her. “Mmm, this oil protects the body from injury. Tiantian’s skin is delicate and needs good care.”

Lin Wanqing: ?

Is this oil meant to be applied to…

Yan Qiu: “Take off the towel and apply it to your skin to prevent the paint from staining your skin. Redness and swelling from allergies wouldn’t be beautiful.”

Lin Wanqing: ???

Lin Wanqing looked at her inexplicably. “This oil is for painting the skin?”

Yan Qiu was equally surprised. “What else?”

Lin Wanqing murmured, “I thought it was for use in…”

The unspoken words were self-explanatory.

The two instantly fell silent simultaneously.

Yan Qiu untied her towel and applied body oil to her snow-white skin.

Every place her fingers touched that soft, firm skin seemed to tremble slightly.

Tall and slender, a standard nine-head body proportion.

Lin Wanqing usually liked to wear light-colored clothes, which made her look gentle and cute. Once the clothes were removed, her figure was almost identical to a professionally trained model.

It was clear she paid great attention to maintenance.

Lin Wanqing was so hot from being touched all over. “Sister Qiuqiu, stop…”

She could barely stand steadily, only holding onto Yan Qiu’s shoulder, swaying precariously.

She was wearing a pair of ten-centimeter red-soled high heels.

Wearing high heels, Lin Wanqing’s legs had to exert extra force to maintain balance.

The girl in high heels unconsciously leaned forward, her curves displayed even more perfectly in front of Yan Qiu.

A towel was wrapped around her waist.

Yan Qiu used a brush dipped in body paint to paint on Lin Wanqing’s body.

“Tiantian means she doesn’t want to paint?” Yan Qiu’s voice sounded by her ear. Lin Wanqing bit her lip, trying hard not to make a sound.

A brushstroke landed on her scapula.

Lin Wanqing involuntarily squirmed a little, but was held still by Yan Qiu, unable to move.

It was another kind of torture.

Lin Wanqing turned her head away, remaining silent, biting her lip to maintain her last bit of dignity.

This was no better than the game she had envisioned. On the contrary, it was more difficult to face.

There was a mirror in front of her. Lin Wanqing looked at herself in the mirror. The pink camellia on her back, ready to bloom, opened its petals slightly in the air conditioning, its tender yellow pistil faintly visible.

The cold brush stroke wound down her spine. “Why isn’t Tiantian talking?”

“What kind of gentle play does Tiantian like?” Yan Qiu was like a patient teacher, tirelessly reminding the student to speak her true inner thoughts.

A few simple strokes outlined a half-open peony on her back. A rabbit was chewing on the peony petals, munching giggle-giggle.

Yan Qiu’s brush stroke gently swept across Lin Wanqing’s dimple of Venus.

The little rabbit lady let out a whimper from her throat, her body weakly leaning against Yan Qiu’s shoulder.

So uncomfortable…

Her back was so ticklish.

“What are you looking at me for? Look at the mirror. How’s my painting?” Yan Qiu bit Lin Wanqing’s earlobe. “My painting skill isn’t worse than Tiantian’s, is it?”

Lin Wanqing’s eyes were red and swollen. She didn’t dare to look at herself in the mirror, but Yan Qiu held her chin.

“Why are you not talking?”

“I want to play… some adult games with Sister Qiuqiu.” Lin Wanqing said through gritted teeth, but her voice was smaller than a mosquito’s hum.

“What game?” Yan Qiu continued to sketch the details of the rabbit. “Tiantian is so hesitant to speak. How can I know what Tiantian wants?”

“S. M. …”

Lin Wanqing’s body was completely red, and steam rose all over her.

Yan Qiu raised an eyebrow, suddenly realizing Lin Wanqing’s almost humiliating actions toward her in her office, without any resistance, and instead looking at her with a profound expression.

At that time, when Lin Wanqing was massaging her legs and feet, Yan Qiu had pressed one foot onto Lin Wanqing’s shoulder.

If that action were done to anyone else, they would have been angry long ago.

Yan Qiu understood. Her lips curled into a faint arc. “So Tiantian likes this. I was afraid of offending Tiantian.”

Lin Wanqing was ashamed and wanted to die. “I don’t like it!”

Painting on her back was embarrassing enough, let alone actually playing that kind of thing.

Lin Wanqing had only seen it in small movies. How could she have experienced it in person?

She was held by the chin and looked at closely. In the mirror, there was a body painting of a peony and a rabbit on her back.

Every stroke was brightly colored and meticulously painted, a lifelike work of art. But painted on a person’s body, it took on another kind of suggestion.

Yan Qiu’s hand touched Lin Wanqing’s waist. “Tiantian’s body hair is very light, almost non-existent, which actually makes painting much easier.”

Yan Qiu, wearing gold-rimmed glasses on her nose, carefully commented on the painting on her back, as if appraising a work of art.

The warm air from the air conditioner blew onto her body, and Lin Wanqing shivered.

An unexplainable feeling of grievance arose in her heart.

Yan Qiu was treating her like an object, an item, casually examining and playing with her.

She had just showered, and the heat from her body quickly dissipated. Now her body temperature was cool.

So mean, so bullying.

Lin Wanqing’s eyes were red. Tears streamed down her cheeks and dripped onto the floor.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, and the rabbit on her back seemed to come alive.

Yan Qiu used the paintbrush to detail the painting. “Why are you crying?”

Could it be that her little rabbit lady was unhappy because she hadn’t used the small leather whip?

Yan Qiu stopped the final stroke and kissed Lin Wanqing’s butterfly bone, which seemed ready to fly.

“If Tiantian likes it, I will study it well. We can play next time, okay?”

As soon as Yan Qiu saw Lin Wanqing cry, how could she hold back? Her fingers wiped away the excess tears from the corners of her eyes.

The more she wiped, the more tears flowed.

Lin Wanqing buried her face in Yan Qiu’s embrace, sobbing softly, stubbornly refusing to look at the mirror.

The girl’s figure was graceful, and she cried pitifully in the embrace, having been wronged.

A strange sense of satisfaction arose in Yan Qiu’s heart. “Don’t cry anymore. If you cry any more, you’ll really turn into a little rabbit.”

Warm lips kissed away her tears. Dense kisses, carrying warmth and emotion, fell on the corner of her lips.

The delicate Lin Wanqing said, “You can’t just draw on me. You have to soothe me first, hug me first, and only do this after getting my permission.”

“Okay, I was reckless today. I apologize to Tiantian.”

Who says they are reckless…

Lin Wanqing, who was afraid of the cold, held Yan Qiu tightly. “I’ll draw a rabbit on Sister’s leg too. We’ll be a pair.”

Lin Wanqing put on a thin, translucent gauze coat. She knelt on the carpet with one knee and took off Yan Qiu’s skirt.

She didn’t care how sweet and tempting this beautiful scene looked to Yan Qiu.

She applied a layer of protective body oil to her leg.

Just as the first stroke was about to land on her skin, Yan Qiu gripped the wheelchair tightly, her hands tensing with veins popping out from the effort.

She was enduring.

Lin Wanqing raised her tearful eyes. “Do you think a handkerchief and gloves are better to use, or am I better to use?”

Lin Wanqing didn’t want to be just a beautiful object next to Yan Qiu. She wanted all of Yan Qiu’s love.

All the burning, passionate love. She wanted to possess it all.