Chapter 69: Girlfriend
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[Every second I look at you makes me sick!]
Seeing the pain and unease in Wen Ruoxian's eyes, Song Qingluo finally realized that the hysterical words she had once shouted had become a scar between them. The burning desire in her body was instantly extinguished, and a chill surged to the top of her head.
“No...” Song Qingluo said in a panic, “That was just something I said in anger.”
Wen Ruoxian's eyes brightened slightly but then dimmed again. “Maybe at that moment... you truly felt disgusted. I made you so angry, and that’s understandable.”
“I don't mean to hold a grudge or bring up the past. It's just that I keep thinking, if you feel disgusted with me and don't want to see me, then I shouldn't come and bother you. But I can't control myself...”
She still felt a bit uneasy.
"That's not true," Song Qingluo shook her head frantically, her eyes turning red with urgency.
"I never felt sickened by you. I was angry at myself. Why can't I quit you? Why don't I have any backbone? Why am I like a pathetic, lovesick puppy..." As she spoke, tears flowed uncontrollably.
"On my birthday, I both hoped you would come but didn't want to be the one to ask. When you came to the club last time to find me, I wanted to accept you, but I was unwilling to give in. Every single thing related to you, I did out of spite. After coming to England, I missed you every day, missing you while cursing myself for being so useless. Sometimes I even regretted it and wanted to go back and find you, but I always felt like there was no way for us to go back. Thinking about it made me so sad... I just want your favor, for you to be unconditionally on my side."
She wiped her face, continuing to murmur, "I told you before, since the first time I met you at eighteen, I've always liked you. Even if you hate me or despise me, I'll still love you, and only you, in the future."
"When you show up in front of me, I'm too happy to even think about feeling sickened."
Wen Ruoxian's heart was moved. "Really?"
"Mm."
"Thank goodness, thank goodness..."
The dim light in Wen Ruoxian's eyes returned, and a relieved smile appeared on her face. "My persistence wasn't wrong after all."
Otherwise, she would have regretted it for the rest of her life.
What she owed Qingluo in response, she was now merely making up for.
"Ruoxian, you should scold me," Song Qingluo said, lowering her eyelids. "Scold me harshly, say whatever you want. I'll listen."
"I finally found you, and I almost missed the chance. Why would I scold you?" Wen Ruoxian hugged her, gently wiping away the tears from the corner of her eyes with her fingertips.
"It's enough to know that it was just words spoken in anger. It's enough to know you don't hate me."
After saying that, her lips clumsily touched Song Qingluo's cheek.
Song Qingluo was stunned.
The old-fashioned actually kissed her first.
At this moment, she felt embarrassed. She lowered her head as she blushed and leaned into Wen Ruoxian's embrace, picking up a strand of hair to cover her face.
The fire in the fireplace crackled with bright flames, and the clock made a "tick-tock" sound. The two of them hugged each other, enveloped in the warm air, feeling peaceful and at ease.
Wen Ruoxian tilted her head back to survey the surroundings, trying to change the subject. "What a beautiful house. Do you live here alone?"
The house was decorated in an English country style, with pure white wooden furniture, simple floral accents, and some quaint yet exquisite ornaments, resembling a garden cottage from a fairy tale.
It was entirely different from Song Qingluo's home in their country—one was fresh and romantic, the other luxurious and extravagant. It made Wen Ruoxian question her understanding of Song Qingluo's taste—which style did this little fox truly love?
"No," Song Qingluo lifted her head. "There's also an auntie, a chef, and a driver. The auntie lives on the first floor, while the chef and driver stay in the apartment in front and only come over when needed."
Wen Ruoxian suddenly felt like teasing her. "Are you afraid of ghosts at night?"
"This house is so big. Even with the auntie living on the first floor, staying on the second floor alone can be really scary, especially in the dead of night..."
"Ah, shut up, shut up!" Song Qingluo covered Wen Ruoxian's mouth.
Wen Ruoxian winked.
As soon as Song Qingluo let go, Wen Ruoxian immediately said, "I wouldn't mind keeping you company."
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Seeing the intention hidden in those eyes, Song Qingluo suddenly realized, “What? Where did you learn to be bad? Trying to scare me so you can stay with me, right?”
“Mm.”
“Just one minute without seeing you, and I’d miss you so much.”
She spoke these romantic words so seriously, looking both adorable and funny. Song Qingluo looked at her like she was seeing a stranger, her cheeks blushing slightly. But the romance only lasted a few seconds before she heard the next sentence:
“Hotels are expensive, four hundred pounds a night. I’m earning yuan but spending pounds; it’s not cost-effective.” Her expression was still deadpan, but her eyes held back a smile.
Song Qingluo instinctively said, “Four hundred? That’s pretty cheap.” After saying it, she saw Wen Ruoxian’s blank look then immediately realized, “Wow, a crappy hotel actually costs four hundred pounds? That’s so greedy! How could it compare to staying in my big villa? Song Qingluo’s girlfriend can’t be treated so poorly.”
She wrapped her arms around Wen Ruoxian’s neck and kissed her lips.
That was close.
Almost ruined the moment by being clueless."
Wen Ruoxian asked softly, "What did you just say I was?"
“Girlfriend,” Song Qingluo rubbed against her lips, savoring the moment. “What, you disagree?”
So that’s how they became girlfriends? She still felt like something was missing. It wasn’t something very important, but still essential. Thinking about it, Wen Ruoxian shook her head, “Qingluo, I should be the one to ask you, ‘Would you like to be my girlfriend?’ And then you say yes, only then would we be...”
“Yes, yes, alright already, you old-fashioned who only knows to be romantic for three seconds. Just when I thought you’d learned to be a little bad, you’re still so prude.” Song Qingluo couldn’t wait any longer. She cupped her hands around Wen Ruoxian’s face and kissed her deeply.
“Wait—”
Wen Ruoxian still wanted to say something, but she wasn't given the chance.
Truly clueless.
Once she came to her senses, she laughed at herself. Their lips and teeth entwined over and over, she breathed in her breath, and her craving desire rose and fell in her heart. She was her addiction; as soon as they got close, as soon as they touched, a fierce chemical reaction would occur.
After squeezing out the last bit of air, Song Qingluo finally felt somewhat satisfied and let go of Wen Ruoxian, whose face was flushed from the kiss.
“Why is your face so red?”
“I couldn't breathe...”
“You mean you don't know how to breathe while kissing?” Song Qingluo teased her.
Wen Ruoxian smiled shyly, “I don't have any experience.”
“Even though I don't have much experience either, teaching my girlfriend is urgent.” Saying this, she leaned in to kiss her again.
“Okay, that's enough, Qingluo.”
Song Qingluo immediately stopped messing around and took her hand. “Then you stay here tonight, and tomorrow we'll go to the hotel to get your stuff.”
“Mm.”
….
Just like when Song Qingluo first went to Wen Ruoxian's house, where everything was prepared meticulously, today Wen Ruoxian entered Song Qingluo's home and found everything she needed. From pajamas to phone charging cables, she could settle in comfortably without needing to bring any luggage.
Soon, Wen Ruoxian noticed that the pajamas were her favorite pattern and style, the fabric felt fine and luxurious, not like ordinary guest pajamas. The underwear was not disposable and was the right size for her. The slippers were a matching pair.
“?”
“I bought these especially for you,” Song Qingluo said as she hugged her from behind.
“I think of you every day. With these, it feels like you’re right next to me, like when we used to live together… It won’t be too sad this way, and I won’t impulsively go back to find you.”
She wouldn’t turn into a bootlicker again.
Song Qingluo told herself in her heart.
She knew what size she wore and what styles and colors she liked.
Wen Ruoxian pressed on her waist: "It's my fault for coming too late, Qingluo."
If she had been more resolute back then, they wouldn't have endured such torment and wasted so much time.
"It's not too late now..." Song Qingluo murmured, rubbing her chin gently against Wen Ruoxian's cheek, like a clingy kitten that didn’t want to let go once it was close.
She hugged Wen Ruoxian and turned her around, stealing a deep kiss while she wasn’t paying attention.
Pushing her luck.
Wen Ruoxian was pinned against the wardrobe, allowing her to be so reckless. The sweater's collar was pulled out of shape, and her skin felt slightly cool, as if air had gotten inside. She then heard the person in her arms complain in a wronged tone:
"Why is it a turtleneck sweater? Ai, there are no buttons or zippers."
She snapped back to reality. She grabbed Song Qingluo's restless hands. "I'm going to take a shower. You get up first."
"Oh."
Wen Ruoxian grabbed the pajamas and quickly left.
The second floor had three bedrooms. The largest, with a balcony, was Song Qingluo's master bedroom. The others were all walk-in closets. This entire area had its own electronic lock and surveillance, ensuring high privacy and security.
The master bedroom was over sixty square meters, a large suite with a bathroom and a semi-open study just around the corner. When Wen Ruoxian came out of the shower, she saw Song Qingluo sitting at the desk, absorbed in a photo.
She quietly approached.
The album was open on the desk, with dried tear stains on the paper. It was the "gift" she had given Qingluo tonight.
A gift carrying all her heart.
In the photo, there was a yacht illuminated by colorful lights and an enticing chocolate cake in the candlelight. Song Qingluo stared blankly, with tears glistening in her eyes.
“Qingluo...” Wen Ruoxian called her.
Song Qingluo slowly looked up at Wen Ruoxian, then put down the photo. “Was the Black Forest cake good?”
“It was good.”
“Especially sweet, with a strong chocolate flavor.”
So sweet that it made her throat sore.
“Did you finish it all?”
“Mm.”
“I want to have it again next year.”
Wen Ruoxian hugged her tightly. “Alright, next year I’ll buy a bigger one, and we’ll eat it together.”
“You owe me a birthday, Wen Ruoxian.”
“I’ll be here for all your birthdays in the future.”
Song Qingluo rested her head on her shoulder and smiled. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the wall clock approaching ten-thirty. There was only an hour and a half left—such a significant day, and she felt reluctant to see it end.
“Speaking of which, it’s your birthday today. I didn’t give you a gift, but instead, I received yours…”
“The gift is right in front of me, isn’t it?” Wen Ruoxian smiled with her eyes squinted.
“Ah, you old-fashioned, you’ve learned to be bad again. Learn a bit more, I love to hear it,” Song Qingluo said, raising her head in a playful manner. She wanted to say something more but yawned suddenly.
“Ha-humm—”
She was really exhausted today.
She started preparing for the performance look early in the morning. The entire afternoon was filled with activities, and her emotions were all over the place.
But she still hadn’t had enough of Wen Ruoxian.
Not enough to see, not enough to hug, not enough to kiss.
Though they had been apart for only two or three months, it felt like they hadn't seen each other for two or three years. She was afraid this was a dream, a Halloween prank. If she fell asleep, she might wake up to find Wen Ruoxian gone, and her joy would be empty.
"Are you tired?" Wen Ruoxian kissed her forehead. "We'll talk about being bad later. Rest early tonight."
"Where are you going?"
"To the guest room."
"Guest room yourself!"
Wen Ruoxian looked confused, stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "Oh, I..."
"What on earth are you thinking, wanting to sleep in the guest room? Ai, old-fashioned, you’re really going to drive me crazy someday." Song Qingluo muttered angrily as she dragged her into the bedroom.
The round bed was covered with light and soft goose down comforter. On it was a half-sized Q-version doll, and on closer inspection, it is actually modeled after Wen Ruoxian herself.
Wen Ruoxian was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Before she could ask, Song Qingluo pushed her onto the bed.
Her body sank into the fluffy, warm goose down comforter.
The ceiling was adorned with a gorgeous chandelier, its soft light casting shadows of crystal on the walls. The pure white curtains hung down, creating a dreamy, surreal feeling with a touch of dizziness.
Song Qingluo climbed on top of her, supporting herself with her hands on either side of Wen Ruoxian.
In an instant, their hearts were racing.
“Qingluo…”
“Mm?”
“Is this real?”
“What?”
Wen Ruoxian reached out her hands, carefully touching her face, inch by inch, murmuring, “You, me, you and me… will we wake up from this and find it’s all gone?”
She was thinking about it, and so was Song Qingluo. They were thinking the same thing, and feeling the same way.
“Of course it’s real.” Song Qingluo sank, pressing closely against her, and held her hand to her own cheek.
After saying this, she lowered her head to kiss her lips.
“When we wake up, we’ll still be here. You and I, we’ll both be here. You’ll end up on my hair, and I’ll be on yours. We’ll just see who wakes up first.”
Soft lips, hot breath, and the warmth carrying the scent of shower gel—all were incredibly real. The person she thought she had lost was right beside her, whispering softly, soothing her gently.
Wen Ruoxian's whole body began to tremble, feeling a bit cold and itchy, while a burning sensation erupted in her chest.
This familiar feeling...
It was from the first time they had been intimate.
[Not here, okay?]
[Where do you want to go? Cheng Suran's room? ]
[No…]
The blurred light, the fiery breath, and the restless thoughts abruptly stirred her memories.
She remembered her own complete surrender, and she also remembered Qingluo's resolute departure. On that morning she woke up, everything was gone. The room was empty, and her heart was empty as well...
The pajamas had buttons, making them more convenient than the turtleneck sweater.
Song Qingluo was already impatient.
Wen Ruoxian suddenly grabbed her hand. “Qingluo, you won’t leave, right? Tomorrow… tomorrow will I still see you?”
Author's Note:
Xiao Qingluo: I really want to give myself a big slap.jpg
