Chapter 45

Unconsciously, the red sun had already moved to the zenith. Qing Ying bathed in the noon sunlight, the chill completely gone, as if a warm current was slowly circulating within him, making him feel incredibly refreshed and comfortable.

A few feet away, the door to the lolita's room remained closed, showing no sign of opening. Qing Ying shook his head helplessly, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. At a time like this, how could this lolita still be sleeping? No matter how drowsy she was, lunch was always essential, right?

He walked up and gently knocked on the door. After a short while, a rustling sound came from the other side of the wooden door, like a squirrel scurrying over sand or a bird flying through the forest. Listening to this unique sound of the lolita waking up, Qing Ying couldn't help but laugh. Just as he was about to speak, a voice like the gentle clinking of jade, tinged with disbelief and urgency, came from inside the door: "What? It's already noon? I remember I only slept for a little while! What about lunch, waaah..."

As the lolita wailed, the room was filled with a cacophony of strange sounds, one after another, without end. Qing Ying's face twitched slightly, and he had already made up his mind that once the lolita came out, he would definitely mess up her long, flowing hair as a punishment for her excessive sleepiness.

Before he could finish his thought, the wooden latch loosened, and the door was suddenly flung open. A small figure ran out, and without hesitation, Qing Ying stretched out his hands to touch the lolita's head. However, the lolita, in a panic, ran much faster than usual, and Qing Ying's grab missed. Before he could react, she had already collided heavily with his chest, letting out a startled cry as she fell backward. Qing Ying, quick on his feet, endured the pain and caught her from behind.

In another parallel universe, Qing Ying was a young man in his early twenties, full of vigor and vitality. Although he had been reborn as a young boy, his consciousness and memories from his previous life were fully intact. After living with Xue'er for two months, his lolita-loving tendencies gradually emerged, and his affection and attachment to the lolita grew day by day.

Seeing the lolita's cheeks flushed, her clear and innocent face tinged with a touch of coquettish charm, Qing Ying's mind buzzed. He suddenly felt a surge of courage and tightly embraced her. With a soft, surprised exclamation, a warm and soft body suddenly fell into his arms, carrying the unique, fresh scent of a young girl. The fragrance was like the snow lotus of Tianshan, intoxicating and captivating, making him want to drown in it forever.

The air around him was filled with the scent of orchids in a secluded valley, and his fingertips touched smooth, soft skin. The slightly developed breasts were now pressed against his chest, the soft and full sensation making Qing Ying involuntarily let out a low moan.

The lolita's body suddenly stiffened, her eyes wide with surprise and embarrassment, seemingly not expecting Qing Ying to suddenly act this way. However, this expression quickly turned into one of joy and satisfaction. She smiled sweetly, her arms gently wrapping around Qing Ying's neck. Looking at his handsome, delicate face so close, her smile grew even wider, as sweet as honey.

"Qing Ying, it's you, it's you..." the lolita whispered, her heart filled with boundless joy.

After an unknown amount of time, Qing Ying finally recovered from his mental short-circuit. Thinking about how he had forcibly embraced the lolita who had just woken up, he felt embarrassed. Just as he was worrying about how to explain himself to the lolita, he felt a pair of smooth, slender arms gently hooking around his neck. His heart stirred, and he glanced sideways to see the lolita's eyes tightly closed, her beautiful face wearing a deep, sweet smile, as if she were in a peaceful and beautiful dream. Seeing this, a surge of joy filled his heart.

She didn't resist his actions as much as he had imagined; instead, she seemed to welcome them! Although Qing Ying had known for some time that the lolita had some affection for him, he never expected that this affection would turn into love and admiration! The thought made his heart swell with joy.

A gentle breeze blew, scattering the lolita's bangs. Qing Ying withdrew his hand and carefully combed her jet-black hair, his fingers trembling as they traced her smooth forehead and delicate face. The lolita let out a soft hum, snuggling against him like a cat, a mix of pride and laziness in her demeanor.

"Be good, you can't be so sleepy from now on, okay?" Qing Ying patted the lolita's head, speaking softly. The small body in his arms squirmed restlessly, her eyes fluttering, her lips pouting. Her two hands, which had been around Qing Ying's neck, suddenly climbed to his head, playfully messing up his black hair, muttering, "Rude person, rude person. You're just a stupid kid two years younger than me, and you dare to bully me."

Her small hands danced, turning Qing Ying's hair into a mess. Seeing his hair now resembling a bird's nest, the lolita giggled, her eyes curved into crescent moons with delight. Qing Ying, helpless, grabbed her arms and wrists that were wreaking havoc on his head. As he was about to speak, his eyes were drawn to her, unable to look away.

Noticing that he was staring at her without blinking, the lolita was puzzled. Following his gaze downward, she froze in shock. In her haste to leave, she had only put on an undergarment, and her outer clothes were still not properly on. Large areas of her snow-white skin were exposed, and even the two slightly raised mounds were peeking out from her undergarment.

"Ah!" The lolita let out a startled cry, her eyes wide with surprise and embarrassment. She suddenly broke free from Qing Ying's embrace and fumbled to put on her outer clothes. For some reason, her heart was pounding, and in her nervousness, she became clumsy, struggling to figure out which part of the clothes went where.

After living with the lolita for so long, Qing Ying had never seen her in such a cute and clumsy state, and his heart was filled with tenderness. He smiled, took the white qipao from her hands, and skillfully helped her find the sleeves and put it on. As she fastened the last button, Qing Ying suddenly felt a bit reluctant, wondering when he would see such a scene again.

Feeling her body once again wrapped in clothes, the lolita let out a long sigh, realizing that her body felt somewhat stiff. She quickly adjusted her clothes and tried to calm her racing heart. Even so, thinking about how she had been half-naked and embraced by Qing Ying for so long, her face flushed, and a hint of a happy smile appeared on her face.

She looked up and saw him smiling at her: admiration, indulgence, warmth, and tenderness... gentle as flowing water, clear as a spring. A thought suddenly crossed her mind: When did he start looking at her with such admiration?

The thought flashed through her mind, but before she could dwell on it, her stomach growled in protest. She was startled, and a hand was placed on her head. She heard him smile and say, "I knew you would be sleepy, so I already bought lunch. It's all your favorite dishes."

"Oh, oh, oh!" The lolita exclaimed, her clear face beaming with joy. Just as she was about to rush to the dining table, the pressure on her head suddenly increased, and Qing Ying pressed her down again. The lolita turned her head in confusion and saw Qing Ying extend a finger, gently shaking it. "But before that, there's one more thing to do."

"What is it?" The lolita tilted her head slightly, asking softly. The unintentional cuteness and coquettishness she displayed would have made all the lolita fans in the future burst into thunderous cheers.

Qing Ying pointed to a small stove in the hall, where a pot was emitting wisps of blue smoke over the dying embers. The lolita let out a "hmm" and looked at him with puzzled eyes. She had never seen this stove or pot before.

Seeing her curious expression, Qing Ying chuckled, "Didn't you say you didn't sleep well last night?"

"I didn't sleep well last night? I slept pretty well last night." The lolita tilted her head, her eyes full of confusion and reminiscence. After a moment of blankness, she suddenly remembered. This was the excuse she had given when she was hesitating and Qing Ying saw her. Although she felt a bit regretful, she had to continue the lie. "Yes, that's right. What about it?"

Qing Ying patted the lolita's head, his eyes full of tenderness and indulgence. "Hearing that you didn't sleep well, I went out and bought some medicine to boil. The doctor specifically instructed that it must be taken before lunch. I'll bring it over, and you should drink it."

So, he cared about her so much? Just for a casual excuse, he went out to buy a stove and a pot to boil medicine for her... She remembered how her mother used to take care of her when she was sick as a child. Being cared for felt so good.

The lolita thought to herself, a happy smile appearing on her face again. Seeing her smile, Qing Ying felt a sense of relief, like a cloud lifting after a rain. He walked to the stove, peeked into the pot, glanced at the clock, and then sealed the air intake of the stove. Without air, the charcoal inside quickly went out, leaving only a few sparks flickering quietly.

PS: I posted 6000 words yesterday, but the number of favorites increased very little, which made the author very sad... If you have any suggestions for the plot, please leave them in the review section. Thank you very much.

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