A small candy

Chapter 42 Super Large Warm Baby
After soaking in the hot spring, her skin became as soft, smooth, white and tender as a peeled egg. Jian Ling carefully applied body lotion, put on her clothes, and waited for Cheng Zhixu at the door.

There was a convenience store next door that was still open. Incandescent lights shone through the window glass and fell on the patterned floor tiles.

Jian Ling buried her chin in her scarf and walked in with her hands in her pockets. It was a very small store with only a few rows of shelves. An employee in a blue work uniform was standing by to sort the goods.

After walking around, Jian Ling picked up a few bags of snacks and went to the counter to pay. On one side of the counter was an old-fashioned freezer filled with colorful ice creams.

On a whim, Jian Ling opened the freezer, picked out a mango-flavored ice cream, put it together with the pile of snacks, and pushed it to the cashier.

After paying, she hung the handle of the plastic bag on her wrist and peeled off the wrapping paper as she walked. Inside was a light yellow mango-shaped ice cream with a layer of white frost on the surface, which gave off a hint of coolness.

She opened her mouth and took a big bite, then shivered from the cold. Her mouth and temples felt numb, and she truly experienced the feeling of a frozen headache. She opened her mouth and exhaled, reluctant to spit out the ice cream in her mouth, but afraid to chew it. Tears were almost frozen to her eyes.

A cold wind blew and I felt cold all over.

Jian Ling stomped her feet on the spot, looked up, and saw the man five steps away from her. She was stunned and felt panicked as if she was caught red-handed.

Cheng Zhixu walked over and knew what was going on without asking. He pinched her chin with his fingers, frowning: "Why don't you spit it out? Are you afraid of getting sick from eating ice cream in the middle of winter?"

"I've already bought it, it would be a waste if I don't eat it." Jian Ling had a large piece of ice cream in her mouth that hadn't melted yet. Her tongue was numb from the cold and her words were slurred. "I bought it on impulse. Who knew it would be so cold?"

"pig."

Cheng Zhixu held the back of her neck with his hand, pressed her head over, lowered his head and covered hers. The moment their lips touched, he knew how cold this thing was.

With a flick of his tongue, the ice cream came into his mouth. Cheng Zhixu frowned and chewed and swallowed it in a few bites. His mouth was also cold. With his other hand, he snatched the remaining ice cream from Jian Ling's hand.

He didn't like to eat this thing, so he glanced around and threw it into the trash can without hesitation.

Jian Ling stood there stupidly, staring at him blankly. She pursed her lips, which were still cold and without any temperature. However, the touch of the soft lips that had touched her just a second ago had not yet disappeared.

While she was distracted, Cheng Zhixu checked the snacks she bought and only felt relieved after making sure that there was nothing messy.

"Why are you like a child, eating random things when the adults are away for a while?" Cheng Zhixu said, "If I don't come out, are you going to eat the whole thing?"

Jian Ling touched her nose and said embarrassedly: "I said I bought it on a whim."

The two of them took a car back to the B&B. After getting off, Cheng Zhixu took her hand and went straight into his room: "Are you hungry? I'll order you a midnight snack."

I saw she bought a lot of snacks, I wonder if she didn’t have enough for dinner.

"No, I'm not hungry, I just feel a little greedy." Jian Ling took out a bag of snacks from the bag, tore it open with a rustle, kicked off her shoes, and sat on the sofa to eat.

Cheng Zhixu poured her a glass of water, took off his down jacket and hung it on the hanger, rolled up his sweater sleeves, sat at the table, opened his laptop, and checked his email.

Jian Ling ate and played with her phone, occasionally making a squeaking sound like a mouse. She turned her head and looked at Cheng Zhixu: "The photo you sent me doesn't have the one on the bridge. I saw it when you took it, and it was quite beautiful. Can you send it to me?"

Cheng Zhixu put his finger on his lower lip, staring intently at the computer screen. Without looking up, he said, "Get it yourself."

Jian Ling put down the snacks, crawled over to get his phone, pressed the unlock button familiarly, and automatically entered the home page. She really wanted to remind him that it was safer to set a password on the phone.

She opened the album and found that the photos Cheng Zhixu sent her at that time were just a drop in the bucket. There were many more photos in his album. She picked out the good-looking ones and transferred them to her mobile phone.

Jian Ling's fingers swiped across the screen and scrolled down, but she accidentally swiped past the head. Her fingertips suddenly paused and she pressed on one of the pictures to open it.

It was a photo of her concentrating on eating. When had Cheng Zhixu taken it? She didn't even know.

If she scrolled down any further, Jian Ling’s eyes would pop out.

Hmm, hmm, hmm… How come the photos she deleted are still in the album?! Is her memory messed up???
"Cheng Zhixu!" Jian Ling climbed up and lay on the back of the sofa, shouting at the man behind the desk.

Cheng Zhixu's fingers trembled, and he made a typo. He pressed the delete key, deleted the word, and looked up, bewildered: "What are you doing?"

Jian Ling extended her arm and handed him her phone screen. It showed a photo of her sitting in a cafe, one hand on her chin, her head tilted to look cute. Cheng Zhixu raised an eyebrow. "Any questions? I took this for you."

"No!" Jian Ling thought he hadn't seen clearly, so she jumped off the sofa and ran to him in her socks, pointing to the date displayed above the photo. "It's obvious that this wasn't taken by you in the cafe this afternoon. This is my selfie! It was the day we first met, and I mistook your phone for Ye Guizhou's and took a few selfies!"

Cheng Zhixu's expression changed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal: "Really?"

"Yes." Jian Ling didn't know that the man was playing dumb, and tried to explain the origin of the photo. "Look at the clothes in the photo, they are not what I am wearing today."

As she said that, she flipped through the pages, her eyes widening. There was not just one photo, but all the photos she had deleted were lying intact in her phone album.

Cheng Zhixu saw that he could no longer hide it, so he raised his lips and smiled: "Yeah."

"Hmm, what? Aren't you going to explain why the photos are here? I remember I found you later and deleted them all in front of you." She didn't keep a single photo. At that time, she didn't know him well, and she took the initiative to find him despite the embarrassment.

"What's there to explain?" Cheng Zhixu continued to laugh. "Deleted photos can be retrieved within thirty days."

Jian Ling was silent for a moment. She poked his arm and asked, "Why did you recover?"

Cheng Zhixu turned his gaze back to the computer screen, unwilling to say more.

In the past, knowing that he was dealing with work, Jian Ling would never be so ignorant as to interrupt him, but now she couldn't control her curiosity: "Will you tell me?"

"I thought the photos you took were interesting, so I kept them." Cheng Zhixu was pestered by her and had no choice but to tell the truth.

Jian Ling turned to the previous photo and looked at the date. It was the night they confirmed their relationship. They were having dinner together in the apartment. He might have taken the photo when she wasn't paying attention.

"Then how do you explain this one?" She pouted.

"Jian Ling."

"Ok?"

"Is it illegal for me to take pictures of my girlfriend?" Cheng Zhixu asked as a matter of course, his fingers resting on the keyboard.

Jian Ling opened her mouth and swallowed back the words that were about to come out. She couldn't argue with him because it was indeed not illegal.

"Put on your shoes. I've told you so many times, don't walk barefoot in the middle of winter." Cheng Zhixu was interrupted by her thoughts. He paused in the middle of replying to the email, his eyes falling on her feet. "I'm not in good health, so I don't know how to take care of myself."

Jian Ling trotted back on tiptoe, curled up on the sofa again, and looked at photos on his phone.

Cheng Zhixu thought of something and warned, "Don't delete it." "Delete it, you're so stupid." Jian Ling turned to look at him.

Cheng Zhixu hissed and said with amusement, "I don't think you're stupid, but you do?" Afraid that she would really delete it, he softened his tone, "Keep it. After all, it's proof of our acquaintance."

These words made Jian Ling's heart move. Her finger was almost on the "Delete" key, but she paused, retracted it, and pressed the return key.

Cheng Zhixu put aside his playful thoughts and focused on his work, letting her play here. Jian Ling ate some snacks for a while, but felt bored, so she put down his phone, said hello to him, and went back to her room.

After spending so much time in Cheng Zhixu's room, she didn't feel cold anymore. But now, alone in her own room, she felt strangely empty and cold, and suddenly felt a bit lonely. She had never been in a relationship before, so she didn't realize that being with a boyfriend for so long could become addictive, and she always felt a little lost when she was alone.

She turned up the temperature a few degrees, but it was still cold, so she took a basin of hot water to soak her feet and then lay down in bed.

Skiing in the morning and strolling around the town in the afternoon, she was almost busy the whole day. Jian Ling lay on the bed and took a drowsy nap, but was woken up by the cold in the middle of the night.

It wasn't her illusion, it was really cold, her hands and feet were icy.

Jian Ling squinted her eyes, fumbled around on the pillow for a while, found her phone and turned on the screen. It was exactly 12:05 in the morning local time, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

After enduring for ten minutes, Jian Ling finally succumbed to reality and bit her lip, sending a message to Cheng Zhixu: "Are you asleep?"

Less than a minute later, she received a reply: "Not asleep, what's up?"

Palm Mingzhu: "Cheng Zhixu, the heating in my room seems to be broken. It's so cold."

In the next room, Cheng Zhixu saw the message and without wasting a second, he closed his laptop, put on some clothes, went out, and knocked on Jian Ling's door: "I'm coming in?"

Hearing the response from the person inside, Cheng Zhixu turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

The lights in the room were on, and as soon as he stepped in, he could feel the coolness of the air, which was almost the same as the temperature outside. He was shocked and looked at the display screen of the heating equipment. The temperature had been set quite high. It was obvious that it was not working.

I don’t know when it broke or how long Jian Ling was frozen.

Cheng Zhixu felt that he did not have the ability to fix the heater, and it was not realistic to call a maintenance worker over so late at night. Without hesitation, he walked to the bed in two or three steps, bent down, picked up the person and the quilt from the bed, and strode towards his room.

Jian Ling, wrapped in the quilt, was completely confused. Somehow, she vaguely thought that at this moment she was just like the concubines in ancient times who were wrapped in a quilt and carried into the emperor's bedroom by the eunuchs.

Jian Ling was embarrassed by her own thoughts.

Suddenly entering the warm room, she couldn't help shivering. The temperature contrast between the two rooms was so obvious that she realized that her room was like an ice cellar.

The next second, her body was laid flat on Cheng Zhixu's bed, with his quilt outside. He placed her on the inside of the bed and knelt on one knee beside the bed, looking at her.

Jian Ling felt embarrassed by being stared at. She turned her head away, scratched her hair to hide her embarrassment, and asked softly, "Where are you sleeping?"

"What do you think?" Cheng Zhixu was no longer in the mood to work. He shook his legs, and his slippers fell to the ground with a clatter. He turned over and lay down on the other quilt, his hands supporting his head as he stared at her. "If I don't sleep here, am I going to call the boss over in the middle of the night and get another room?"

Jian Ling said "Oh", there was no other way. The sofa in the room was pitifully small, not enough for one person to lie down, so they could only sleep on the same bed.

Jian Ling comforted herself that it was okay, they sometimes took naps together, in the same quilt, so there was nothing to worry about.

She slowly adjusted her breathing and took the initiative to move inward to make room for Cheng Zhixu.

Cheng Zhixu frowned, stretched out his long arms, and hugged the person in his arms through the quilt: "Don't move around, aren't you cold?"

Who said it wasn't cold? I'd been freezing for so long, and within three minutes of entering a heated environment, my body hadn't even started to warm up. Jian Ling's teeth were chattering from the cold, and if you were close enough, you could probably hear the sound of teeth chattering.

"When did you find out the heating was broken?" Cheng Zhixu asked.

"When I came back from your room, I felt that the heating was not very effective. I thought that I could just get into bed. Later, I was too tired and sleepy, so I fell asleep without realizing it. Then I was woken up by the cold." As Jian Ling was talking, she found that it was warmer on the side of the bed closer to him, and she couldn't control herself and stretched her feet over there.

Cheng Zhixu patted her head: "Are you stupid?"

Jian Ling buried her face in the pillow and didn't say anything. After a while, she said in a low voice: "When I sent you a message, were you still awake?" If you were asleep, you probably wouldn't reply so quickly.

"I was dealing with some work emails, so I didn't..." Before Cheng Zhixu could finish his words, something suddenly hit his leg.

He was wearing pajamas, a very loose style, and the trouser legs rubbed against his calves. Suddenly, an ice-like object was pressed against his calves, and he shuddered.

Jian Ling noticed it and quickly pulled her feet back into her quilt: "...I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Cheng Zhixu was too lazy to scold her. He sighed softly and stared at her frozen white face. He couldn't care less and asked for her opinion: "Come over?"

Where are you going? Jian Ling blinked and looked at him in confusion.

Cheng Zhixu shook the quilt and signaled with his eyes. Jian Ling understood, hesitated for a moment, and then couldn't resist the temptation. She rolled from her own quilt into his quilt, and her body was instantly surrounded by the warm breath.

It’s so warm, Cheng Zhixu is simply a super-large hot water bottle!

Cheng Zhixu put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to him.

At this moment, Jian Ling forgot how to write the word "reserved". She hugged his waist with her hands, and rubbed her two little feet against his calves subconsciously.

In just a moment, Cheng Zhixu's facial expression tightened, his Adam's apple rolling. He wanted to warn her, "Don't mess around," but when he felt her icy hands and feet, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue, leaving only a self-deprecating remark: "Now I really have to be the one warming the bed."

This followed up on her joke from last night.

Jian Ling chuckled and slid her hand under his shirt on the back, feeling how warm it was there. Their arms intertwined, their bodies pressed against each other, their softness and hardness blending seamlessly, allowing them to feel everything they wanted to feel clearly.

Jian Ling was only focused on keeping him warm and not thinking about other things, so Cheng Zhixu was no longer so pure. As time went on, his mind became so distracted that he could no longer suppress it. Yet, Jian Ling said innocently, "Cheng Zhixu, your waist is so thin."

Cheng Zhixu's forehead twitched, and he closed his eyes, unable to bear it any longer, and said, "Yours is thinner."

The man's voice was low and hoarse, brushing against her ear. Jian Ling felt as if someone had plucked a thin string in her ear. She was slightly startled, then realized that they seemed to be too close to each other, and they could hardly distinguish each other's breathing.

She wanted to move back, but his arms were tightly clasped around her waist, preventing her from moving.

"Cheng Zhixu..."

Jian Ling raised her head, wanting to warn him, but unexpectedly, this action just made it easier for Cheng Zhixu. He lowered his head slightly and bit her lower lip.

　Jian Ling: Ahhhhhhhhh!!! I got fooled... TAT
　　
　
(End of this chapter)