An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 87 No Reason
After an unknown amount of time, Huo Qingshan finally let her go.

Forehead to forehead, their breaths still mingling, Meng Youyou slowly opened her eyes, her gaze hazy. She saw a pair of lingering eyes, his gaze still holding the afterglow of passion.

Their lips were slightly parted, but if one of them spoke at that moment, they would touch the other.

A belated wave of shyness washed over her, and Meng Youyou lowered her head, too embarrassed to look at him.

The man gently raised his hand, his fingers passing through her hair and sliding down to her cheek, caressing her with a hint of reluctance and tenderness, his fingertips gently tracing her contours.

Meng Youyou's chest was still rising and falling gently. She subconsciously licked her slightly swollen lower lip, which had been kissed by him. This touch, still carrying his scent, made her heart beat even faster.

Meng Youyou tried hard to calm herself down, not wanting him to see the turmoil in her heart. She started talking to distract herself, asking him, "Have you really never been in a relationship before?"

"Ah."

Meng Youyou casually said "Oh," and then heard a soft laugh from above her head.

She asked curiously, "What are you laughing at?"

"Then why did you ask that question?"

Meng Youyou pursed her lips, not wanting to answer him, then reached out and pinched him, "You're still laughing, don't laugh."

The man said mischievously, "It seems my girlfriend is quite satisfied with my kissing skills; she's even starting to wonder if this is my first time dating."

Enraged, Meng Youyou pushed the man away, saying, "I'm going back."

Huo Qingshan pulled her back and put something that felt a little cold on Meng Youyou's wrist.

The room was dark, and the light filtering through the curtains was very limited, so Meng Youyou couldn't see clearly and could only touch things with her hands.

In no time, she figured out what it was—a sandalwood and jade bracelet, very similar to the one she had worn last time. Although she had only worn it for less than three hours that day, Meng Youyou could still tell the difference; it wasn't the same bracelet.

She joked, "Commander Huo is so corny. He only ever uses the same old tricks to woo girls. He has no originality at all."

Huo Qingshan smiled and simply said, "This one is different; I guarantee it's one of a kind."

...Huo Qingshan and Meng Youyou went downstairs together.

Although Meng Youyou refused once, saying it was just a short walk and there was no need to see her off, Huo Qingshan said he wanted to spend more time with her.

Meng Youyou's heart softened, and she agreed.

After the two people had completely disappeared from the stairwell, Zhou Shiyan came out of the hot water room carrying a thermos of hot water.

He didn't miss catching a glimpse of Huo Qingshan's profile as he passed by the boiler room, the upturned corners of his mouth, and the overflowing, blissful contentment in his eyes.

He was in a good mood, Zhou Shiyan could tell.

At this moment, Zhou Shiyan's long-standing confusion and bewilderment truly vanished.

In the room, after he turned around, his brother said to him, "Shiyan, even if what you said is true, even if she is as you say, I still want to be with her."

As long as she's willing to be with me, I don't mind any of those things.

And... on the windowsill at the end of this corridor, he answered that question.

"Time delay, you might not believe it."

When my dad married his current wife, I asked him the exact same question you asked.

Why does it have to be her? She clearly wronged you before.

He didn't answer me at the time.

But now I think I understand.

Some people, once you meet them, you know from that moment on that you can't live without them, for no reason at all.

Zhou Shiyan thought that as long as he was happy, that was enough.