Chapter 18: What did you do just now? Is this true?

One day later.

Monday.

Time for school again.

After a whole day of calm yesterday, Lin Qingya sat hugging her legs, face stiff, bare-bottomed on Cheng Minghao’s bed.

Even when Cheng Minghao came in cheerfully to bring her dinner, she didn’t move her butt or shift at all.

She just let her springtime glory shine on her thighs, right in Cheng Minghao’s line of sight.

And the pink and white panties were right by her hand.

She pouted, looking impossible to coax, not sparing Cheng Minghao a glance.

She turned her head away, refused to eat, and sulked.

Now it was Monday, time to go to school again.

Outside the door, Cheng Minghao called out to Lin Qingya:

“Qingya, we’re heading out. Are you dressed? Should I help you with your bra?”

Cheng Minghao originally just wanted to ask if she was dressed, a gentleman’s rule.

But then he suddenly remembered Lin Qingya couldn’t put on a bra herself—she was so clumsy she’d even forget it.

He wasn’t even sure if Lin Qingya had properly put in her sanitary pad.

He was afraid she might forget that too, and if it fell out halfway or he had to redo it—

That… didn’t seem right either.

While he was talking, Cheng Minghao walked straight to ‘Lin Qingya’s room door’ and pushed it open.

Inside the room.

“Hmph~”

Lin Qingya sat on the bed, her pants on.

Her pink bra hung crookedly on her shoulder, clearly trying hard to put it on but not managing to fasten it.

She heard Cheng Minghao come in, but she sat with her bare back and the bra on her shoulders, not looking at him at all.

“Cough!”

Cheng Minghao coughed as he walked over, then helped Lin Qingya with her bra.

During the process, Lin Qingya obediently raised her hands, lifting her smooth, delicate arms, letting Cheng Minghao do as he pleased.

Even when he accidentally brushed or touched somewhere, she just blushed and pretended nothing happened, playing dead.

She’d already given up.

Cheng Minghao also helped her put on her clothes—a T-shirt and a jeans jacket.

There was some fumbling and pulling, and the two were intimately close.

Except for Lin Qingya’s cold, pretty face, they looked like an old married couple in their sweet days.

“All done~”

Cheng Minghao carefully zipped up the jeans jacket for Lin Qingya, pressing her chest a little to help the zipper go up.

Once her chest was fully restrained and bulging, he bent down to check her jeans.

Lin Qingya glanced at his actions, watching as he opened her jeans’ waistband zipper and pulled it up again.

He even helped her button the button outside the zipper.

Cheng Minghao laughed:

“You little lazybones, you don’t even do up the buttons. So lazy.”

“……”

Lin Qingya puffed her cheeks, playing with the air inside them.

She looked completely indifferent to Cheng Minghao.

“Alright!”

Cheng Minghao was full of energy as he admired his perfect wife.

Aside from Lin Qingya’s messy hair, her clothes were on.

Her upper body was tightly wrapped in denim, her chest so full and round it looked about to burst.

It was very eye-catching.

Of course, that was because the jeans jacket was deliberately a size small, just for visual effect.

But if Lin Qingya didn’t have such an impressive figure—even as a high school girl, already approaching a C or D cup—it wouldn’t have looked as good.

Clothes can squeeze and shape, but if there’s not enough to squeeze, it’s not attractive.

Not round, beautiful, or full enough.

Not enough to draw the eyes.

As for the feeling of fullness in the hand, only the two of them knew.

In Cheng Minghao’s view, Lin Qingya’s lower body was even more alluring.

Her hips were perked up, tightly encased in jeans, highlighting the tempting curves of a young girl.

Lin Qingya had always put careful thought into her clothes to appeal to Cheng Minghao and win his affection.

Even if she couldn’t afford expensive things, she could at least show off her best and attract a man’s attention.

Now, her body belonged to Chen Qing and Cheng Minghao.

She’d become something to be seen, played with, admired, and enjoyed.

“Come on! Let’s brush your hair!”

Cheng Minghao pulled Lin Qingya by the left shoulder, making her stumble into his arms like a puppet.

She kept her face stiff, her soft body falling into his embrace.

He straightened her up, turned her back to him, and picked up the comb from the side of the bed.

The comb was by Lin Qingya’s left thigh.

He brushed her hair, the comb gliding along the smooth, tight curves of her jeans.

Once, twice, three times—slowly and carefully.

Cheng Minghao was afraid of pulling her hair or hurting her head.

He only allowed Lin Qingya to cry on the bed or sofa.

Crying elsewhere—maybe in the basin?

After all, Lin Qingya liked to act like a dog.

But in normal, everyday moments, he didn’t want her to cry.

Sorrow and joy should be balanced.

So, if there was sadness on the bed, there should be happiness off it.

“All done! Ponytail’s ready.”

Cheng Minghao said.

A standard ponytail, just like the school required, was tied up neatly.

Lin Qingya touched the back of her head, then shook it twice.

“Ow!”

Cheng Minghao yelped in pain from behind, hurriedly closing his eyes:

“Be careful! The ponytail hit me!”

The scent of a young girl’s hair drifted into his nose.

It was obviously the smell of cheap shampoo, but to Cheng Minghao, it was wonderful.

He even used the same kind, but it always seemed better on Lin Qingya’s hair.

“Hehehe!”

Lin Qingya, who had been cold and stiff all day yesterday and this morning, finally broke into a smile after unintentionally scolding Cheng Minghao.

The smile flashed for a moment, unseen by Cheng Minghao.

Even the laughter was quickly hidden.

Lin Qingya’s face stayed cold as she got up quickly, flicked her ponytail, and tossed Cheng Minghao aside after using him as an ‘automatic hair-combing machine.’

She walked out of the bedroom.

The machine’s use was over, so she ignored it.

She went to the door, patted her feet, put on her shoes, slipped on white socks and small white shoes, tied her shoelaces, and stepped out.

School, high school section.

Homeroom Door, Back Door.

Lin Qingya walked into the classroom first.

“Qingya!”

Several girls gathered together, calling out to her.

“Huh?”

Lin Qingya turned to the right, looking at the girl who called.

She remembered—the girl waving was her deskmate, a quiet, well-behaved short-haired girl.

“Do you need something?”

Lin Qingya called back, looking at the group of girls.

Class hadn’t started yet, and she was walking toward ‘Chen Qing’s’ desk.

The classroom was noisy, everyone chatting, so she had to shout.

Suddenly, she noticed the girls were all staring past her, their eyes neatly focused.

Lin Qingya turned around.

Oh, Cheng Minghao had come in.

That guy was standing right behind her.

“Not leaving?”

Cheng Minghao asked Lin Qingya.

“None of your business?!”

Lin Qingya glared at him, puffing up with anger.

She walked straight into the circle of girls to chat with the four of them.

Among the four, her quiet deskmate asked:

“Hey, Qingya, are you really dating Cheng Minghao? Are you his girlfriend? Some classmates said…”

The quiet deskmate explained:

“They said you two are living together, in the same building, maybe as co-residents. Is that true?”

Although her deskmate was quiet, she asked a lot of questions.

The other three girls, and even nearby classmates, were eavesdropping with eager expressions.

Lin Qingya blushed, feeling shy and awkward as she explained:

“That’s not true! If you don’t believe me, ask Cheng Minghao.”

She pointed to Cheng Minghao’s seat.

“We just live in the same building. Why didn’t anyone gossip before? And now, just like that, you all know? Someone must be spreading rumors! That’s illegal!”

Lin Qingya concluded angrily.

“Just like that?”

Another girl asked, confused, then continued:

“What did you two do just now? Could it be… hmm?! Hehehe!”

The girl giggled, making Lin Qingya blush.

The group of girls could sense something, and some wanted to keep teasing and joking.