Quenching

"Yes! Your usual steady and thoughtful demeanor is exactly like that of the old man?"

Huang Qiaqia helped Wanli Fuguang put on a black robe, turned on the light on the dressing table, took out a makeup box, and found the foundation.

"I don't see you usually wear makeup, how come you have so many cosmetics?"

"I'm the one who does the makeup for my mom's cotton mill employees' annual party and for my dad's class activities. However, I'm only good at makeup, not at matching clothes. Of course, my roommates say I don't look good even when I wear makeup."

"You don't like makeup? Why do you still want to learn?"

Wanli Fuguang held the foundation box, which made it easier for Huang Qiaqia to hold it.

“My mom is always very busy, and I rarely see her. So, I find all sorts of excuses to go to her factory so that I can see her more often.”

Huang Qiaqia chuckled as she picked up the eyebrow pencil and leaned closer to Wanli Fuguang. Her round, jade-like face, the wafting fragrance, and her soft breathing caused Wanli Fuguang's Adam's apple to bob slightly.

"you……"

What do your parents usually do at home?

Huang Qiaqia put down her eyebrow pencil and tucked the hair from her temples behind her ears. Her fair skin, alluring pink face, and jet-black hair captivated Wanli Fuguang.

Staring at the beautiful woman beside him, her crimson lips reflecting the sunlight, Wanli Fuguang's breathing became a little rapid. He pulled Huang Qiaqia into his arms and suddenly kissed her tender cheek.

Huang Qiaqia held up the brush and glared fiercely at Wanli Fuguang.

"You... dare to kiss me? Don't you want to get a permanent position?"

I kissed your face, not your lips.

"you……"

“My mother initially fell in love with my father. Later, my mother focused on three things: setting up a charitable foundation, shopping sprees, and disciplining my father. My father focused on three things: working, pleasing my mother, and disciplining my cousin.”

Wanli Fuguang's hand naturally wrapped around Huang Qiaqia's waist, and Huang Qiaqia also started brushing Wanli Fuguang's face.

Why doesn't your father hit you?

"I guess I'm the heir to the Wanli family, so I can't fight."

"What does an heir do?"

Huang Qiaqia blocked Wanli Fuguang's view, not wanting him to see her reflection in the mirror. She twisted her lipstick with her chubby little hand, suppressing a laugh, and began to gently spread her lips outwards along Wanli Fuguang's lips.

"It's like my dad has a golden bowl to give me, and I'm going to accept it."

Huang Qiaqia quietly put away her lipstick and discreetly took out her phone.

Wanli Fuguang greedily inhaled the faint fragrance, silently watching Huang Qiaqia's subtle movements.

"Click." A photo of sausage lips remains on Huang Qiaqia's phone.

Looking at Wanli Fuguang's bright red lips on her phone, Huang Qiaqia smiled broadly, her eyes sparkling.

The person in his arms was laughing so hard that he was shaking. Wanli Fuguang's heart felt like it had been electrified, slightly numb, and surging with emotions. He really wanted to kiss and suckle the lovely person in his arms deeply, without letting go of any corner, to invade and plunder, to possess her endlessly.

Huang Qiaqia laughed so hard she almost fell over, her little hand unconsciously grabbing Wanli Fuguang's arm. Wanli Fuguang's heart felt stirred and agitated, his body restless.

Wanli Fuguang swallowed slightly, staring intently at her flawless skin and jet-black hair.

The tempting "prey" was completely unaware of its own abnormality.

A faint fragrance wafted through the air, and Wanli Fuguang's sharp eyes were fixed on Huang Qiaqia's trembling collar. He really wanted to tear off the clothes that were in the way, firmly press her down, tightly restrain her struggling little hands, and possess her wildly, demanding without restraint.

Even when she slapped, begged, and struggled, Wanli Fuguang stubbornly sucked, nibbled, and plundered, releasing his long-accumulated desires indefinitely.

Snow-white skin, intertwined figures, shy reproaches, soft sobs, deep entanglement—it must be sweet, mellow, and unforgettable.

"Look at your big red lips?"

Huang Qiaqia showed the photos on her phone to Wanli Fuguang, a smile still lingering on her face.

Wanli Fuguang took a deep breath, pushed away the phone in front of him, brushed aside Huang Qiaqia's hair at the back of her neck, and unexpectedly pressed his bright red lips onto Huang Qiaqia's fair neck.

"you……"

Huang Qiaqia frowned slightly, clenched her small fist, and gently pounded Wanli Fuguang's chest.

Wanli Fuguang's phone left another lip print on Huang Qiaqia's neck.

"show me?"

Huang Qiaqia stretched out her hand and straightened her body.

"Let me kiss you."

"No."

Huang Qiaqia puffed out her cheeks, gave a soft snort, and Wanli Fuguang handed over the phone, his eyes full of resentment.

"Thump, thump, thump. Time to go."

Wu Haofeng knocked on the door from outside. Wanli Fuguang wiped the lipstick mark off Huang Qiaqia's neck, took Huang Qiaqia's hand, and started walking.

******

The starlight adorned the dazzling night, like drawing back a deep blue curtain. Wanli Fuguang and the students were all a little tired.

"That's about enough!"

Dad communicated with the person in charge.

"That's about it, that's about it. Thank you for your hard work!"

"Kids, let's get on the bus!"

Dad waved, and dozens of boys and girls prepared to go home.

Huang Qiaqia also got on the car and helped the children remove their makeup.

"Teacher, let my sister and I go."

A boy had his arm around Huang Qiaqia's right shoulder, and his head rested casually on Huang Qiaqia's shoulder.

"Okay, Huang Qiaqia, you take him home. Come on, let's count the number of people."

Dad and the rest of the students left on the bus.

Wanli Fuguang and Wu Haofeng exchanged glances unintentionally. This boy was already a high school student, and there was a difference between boys and girls.

However, the father seemed completely unconcerned about Huang Qiaqia's intimate actions with the boy.

Huang Qiaqia's eyelids were drooping, and with heavy steps, she opened the back door of the Sibel supercar, and the boy got in the back as well.

Wanli Fuguang could only go around to the passenger side. Wu Haofeng closed the car door and asked the boy softly.

"where is your house?"

"Sis, I'm hungry, let me come to your house for dinner!"

Huang Qiaqia yawned and looked for his seatbelt.

"Is no one home?"

"They've made a fortune again, and the seatbelt is still here?"

The boy rested his head completely on Huang Qiaqia's shoulder, pulled out the seatbelt, and fastened it with his hand almost touching Huang Qiaqia's chest.

Wu Haofeng noticed a hint of displeasure on Wanli Fuguang's face.

Huang Qiaqia stared at her phone, her eyelids feeling incredibly heavy. She took out her phone to order takeout.

"What do you want to eat?"

"There was still some frozen pizza in the fridge last time, did you forget?"

The boy wrapped his arm around Huang Qiaqia's neck, took Huang Qiaqia's phone, and looked through the photos taken today, finding that most of them were of Wanli Fuguang.

"What about you two? Is there anything you'd like to eat?"

Huang Qiaqia handed her phone to the boy with peace of mind, then yawned widely and asked the two people in front of the car, who clearly didn't care that the boy's body was pressed tightly against them.

"Doesn't the housekeeper at home know how to make pizza? Why use frozen pizza?"

Wu Haofeng and Wanli Fuguang both turned their heads at the same time to look at Huang Qiaqia.

"Sis, your boyfriend doesn't even know where you live, does he?!"

The boy raised an eyebrow and pulled Huang Qiaqia closer into his arms.

Wu Haofeng and Wanli Fuguang looked at each other again.

Huang Qiaqia was almost completely embraced by the boy, but she didn't seem to mind at all that this boy, who was a few years younger than her, was hugging her so intimately.

"They don't know about this family yet."