Chapter 10: Falling on me

Lin Qingya rushed into the kitchen.

“Bang!”

The kitchen door slammed shut, making the door tremble.

“……Eh.”

Cheng Minghao was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled lightly.

“Want me to help put on a bra? I guess that’s possible too?”

After he finished laughing, Cheng Minghao wondered,

“Qingya seduces like this… pfft!”

“She trusts me this much?”

He was puzzled, then resolved to behave properly.

He couldn’t let Lin Qingya down!

He couldn’t betray her trust!

Inside the kitchen.

“Shame, shame, shame! I’m dying of shame! Dying!”

The faucet gushed water, and Lin Qingya ignored whose water bill this was.

She just kept running the water, then scooped and splashed it.

She used cold water to keep cooling her cheeks, trying to bring her temperature down.

“Wearing a bra, wearing a bra—can’t I put it on myself? I’m such an idiot!”

“Do women really not know how to take off bras? Why would he know? Just because he has experience?!”

“Where did that experience come from? Hmm?!”

“Uuuuuu!”

Lin Qingya squatted down, hugged her knees, and cried again.

“My own experience… waaaah, ahhhh!”

She let out a small ‘crazy scream’ and ‘roar,’ looking adorably frantic.

She squatted in the kitchen for a long time, the faucet still wasting water.

Suddenly, Lin Qingya stood up.

Her ingrained frugality wouldn’t let her waste water.

She stood up and turned off the faucet.

“Squeak~”

The faucet made a less-than-smooth screech, the water flow weakening and shutting off.

After turning off the faucet, she paced and stomped around the kitchen a few times, then finally stormed out, fixing her hair angrily.

“Click!”

The kitchen door handle twisted, and the door opened.

Lin Qingya stood at the doorway, stamping her foot at Cheng Minghao.

Cheng Minghao sat on the sofa, looking back at her.

A man and a woman, both silent.

But soon.

“Help me tie my hair! Teach me how!”

Lin Qingya shouted, stamping her foot angrily, and walked straight up to Cheng Minghao.

Then she sat down with her back to him, her slender back facing Cheng Minghao as she asked for help.

“Why tie your hair at dusk…”

Cheng Minghao muttered, but seeing Lin Qingya sitting there unmoving, still facing away from him, he didn’t speak further.

“Then are you still wearing a bra?”

Cheng Minghao asked, puzzled.

Lin Qingya’s shoulders trembled, her small pink fists clenched, but she didn’t turn around.

“Oh! So you don’t want to wear it anymore.”

Cheng Minghao saw she was angry, realized he’d said something wrong, and quickly tried to soothe her.

He was actually pretty good at comforting people.

“Cheng Minghao!”

Lin Qingya couldn’t hold it in and shouted, then rushed forward and straddled Cheng Minghao.

Cheng Minghao lay on the sofa, and Lin Qingya pinned him down.

She sat on his waist, her chest pressing down on him, her presence overwhelming as she demanded:

“Do you want to die?!”

“No~”

Cheng Minghao could only utter one word, his eyes fixed near his mouth.

Or rather, right in front of his mouth.

The girl’s tight, thin white T-shirt was already stretched tight, but now it pressed right against his lips.

When he exhaled, his breath created a wet, lip-shaped mark on the fabric.

Beneath the semi-transparent outline, the girl’s chest was pressed softly against him.

Without meaning to, he had ‘taken’ it into his mouth, his hot breath spreading as he spoke.

Lin Qingya felt the heat on her chest, froze, then looked down, her cheeks turning crimson.

“Whoosh!”

She instantly straightened up, putting distance between their faces and chests.

Then, still wordless, she sat on Cheng Minghao’s waist and started shifting and grinding her perky hips.

Her long, tight jeans-clad legs moved, her bare feet brushing past Cheng Minghao’s head.

Her left foot’s cute, plump big toe curled, as if rubbing against something damp, and slid past his lips.

“Cough!”

Leaving Cheng Minghao’s body, Lin Qingya shifted away.

She wiped the moisture from her left big toe with her right hand, then sat on the right side of the sofa.

She tugged lightly and naturally at her shirt, trying to use her denim jacket to cover the wet mark on her chest.

“The weather’s so nice today! Right?”

Lin Qingya changed the subject, her face blushing as she tried to sound ‘natural’.

“Cough! Yes.”

Cheng Minghao glanced outside.

The sky was already overcast, on the verge of rain.

Night was falling.

It didn’t seem that nice at all.

“Rumble~”

Thunder suddenly rolled.

“The weather’s great~ Even thunder—how wonderful! I love this kind of weather!”

Lin Qingya’s face was red as she awkwardly explained.

As she spoke, she stood up, left the sofa, and randomly picked a room to walk into.

She yawned loudly.

“Ah~ I’m going to sleep.”

“Ah? Ah? Okay.”

Cheng Minghao watched as Lin Qingya unknowingly headed for his bedroom.

“Hey! Wait! No! You can’t go in there!”

Cheng Minghao’s face turned scarlet with embarrassment, and he flopped onto the sofa in despair.

There were secrets inside.

He couldn’t let Lin Qingya see!

How could he let the real person see them?!

“Wow~!”

From the bedroom came Lin Qingya’s cry of surprise.

She sounded quite pleased as she commented:

“Your bedroom is actually covered with drawings of Lin Qingya. Did you draw them all yourself?”

“They’re all ancient style, and some are Catgirls, Fox-tailed Girls, all looking shy and cute.”

“Some even have speech bubbles calling ‘Wife’, words floating from their mouths. You’re quite the Artist……”

Home!

Lin Qingya’s face turned bright red.

She suddenly realized something.

Her secret crush was being drawn every day in strange portraits, hung above beds and walls.

Always being missed and loved.

Although she already suspected that Cheng Minghao might, maybe, probably liked Lin Qingya.

Otherwise, as a man, if he didn’t like her, why would he let an annoying woman wander around him every day?

But now, this was solid proof!

“Oh my god! You actually drew me like this?! In sheer gauze?! Cheng Minghao! Ahhhh! Are you looking for death?!”

From the bedroom came Lin Qingya’s scream of rage.

Cheng Minghao couldn’t help but facepalm.

This was why he didn’t want to lose his composure.

His bedroom—if it were any other girl, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

But for Lin Qingya herself……

What kind of experience was it to stay in a room full of 17+ portraits of yourself?

And all drawn by another male classmate?

Hung above the bed and on the walls.

And now they were even living together?

“Heavens!”

Cheng Minghao closed his eyes and collapsed onto the sofa, ready to die.

……

Inside the bedroom.

Lin Qingya was still rummaging through the drawings.

The bedroom was a drawing room.

As an orphan, the house wasn’t big, and there definitely wasn’t a separate studio.

No one had that kind of luxury.

Lin Qingya was searching for any ‘nude’ drawings—looking for evidence, ready to hold Cheng Minghao accountable!