Quenching

"No, it's not a green hat. These are matching outfits, we're both wearing green, so what?"

"My brother disdains wearing clothes made of this material, do you understand?"

Huang Qiaqia stared wide-eyed, stamped her feet, and ran back to her room, panting.

Wu Haofeng glanced at the clothes Xing Songfeng was holding, sighed, and went into the study.

Wanli Fuguang slowly walked towards the coffee table and coldly uttered a sentence.

"Go apologize to the neighbor across the street."

"Why should I apologize to them? Who are they?"

"Uncle and Auntie, they are good to Huang Qiaqia and they care about Huang Qiaqia."

Xing Songfeng threw down his green coral fleece pajamas, walked sullenly to the coffee table, and took the instruction manual for listening to music that Huang Qiaqia had drawn for the uncle.

The middle-aged man, dressed in a coral fleece jacket, took the instruction manual, smiled, and closed the door. Wanli Fuguang, dressed in a green coral fleece jacket, pushed open Huang Qiaqia's door.

Huang Qiaqia grinned, opened her arms, and Wanli Fuguang carried her to the bed, lying down with her for a while.

Huang Qiaqia glanced at her phone; Kong Yanfei hadn't replied yet. She sighed, got up, and idly smoothed out Wanli Fuguang's coral fleece clothes.

Huang Qiaqia's chubby little fingers traced lines on Wanli Fuguang's chest over and over again, stirring up ripples in Wanli Fuguang's heart, like being burned or scratched, unbearable and oppressive.

Huang Qiaqia smoothed the coral fleece on Wanli Fuguang's chest, her little hands drawing strokes again, while Wanli Fuguang swallowed several times, her blood still rushing to her head.

Huang Qiaqia slowly moved down Wanli Fuguang's chest. Wanli Fuguang felt the bed beneath him getting softer and softer, and it gradually began to shake. As Huang Qiaqia's small hand moved slowly, the bed shook more and more violently, and he felt dizzy and short of breath.

Huang Qiaqia didn't notice that Wanli Fuguang's chest was heaving violently as he continued paddling earnestly.

At this moment, the bed seemed to be soaking in water, and Wanli Fuguang's whole body was also immersed in water. The water flowed over his hands, gently and comfortably, and over his knees, making him feel refreshed and comfortable. Wanli Fuguang was completely swimming in the water.

Where does this water come from? A trickling stream, a mighty river, or a vast ocean with crashing waves—Wanli Fuguang doesn't know. He simply lets his body float freely and comfortably in the water.

No, the bed is shaking too badly, and the water is almost up to his face. He has to get out, get out quickly! He can't breathe, he's suffocating, he's sinking in, he's going to pass out...

"Is it hot?"

The faint scent of daisies wafted into his nostrils, and Wanli Fuguang's cheeks became even more flushed. He suddenly stood up, grabbed Huang Qiaqia's hand, and said breathlessly.

"Go to bed early."

"You have sweat on your head."

Huang Qiaqia hasn't used the tissue in her hand yet.

Why didn't he wait a moment and let me wipe his sweat? Why did he run so fast? The sweat on his head was dripping onto his face.

Huang Qiaqia put down the tissue, lay down on the bed, and continued writing Sheng Shanxing and Kong Yanfei's names on the bed.

******

Cuckoo urged Huang Qiaqia to start plowing early. Huang Qiaqia's eyes were full of smiles. Wearing her pajamas and holding her phone, she quickly ran to the study, pushed open the door, and pushed it open to reveal the person covered with a blanket on the bed.

The figure on the bed suddenly turned around, startling Huang Qiaqia so much that her eyes widened and she fell to the ground.

What are your intentions towards me?

“I…I…can…have any intentions toward you.”

"If you have no designs on me, why did you pull off my blanket?"

Huang Qiaqia's expression changed instantly, and she frowned deeply.

"I...I...when did I pull the covers off you?"

Xing Songfeng, his brows furrowed and his voice sharp with anger, questioned Huang Qiaqia.

"You first woke me up, then the next step was to pull off my blanket, and then you made advances towards me..."

"I...I...I..."

Huang Qiaqia, who was sitting slumped down, suddenly turned pale and began to breathe rapidly. Just as she was about to prop herself up, Wanli Fuguang's strong and powerful arms gave her a warm feeling, and Huang Qiaqia leaned steadily against him.

A sharp glint flashed in Wanli Fuguang's eyes, followed by a low, warning.

"There's not enough room for you to sleep on the living room sofa."

"I want a bed."

"Go home and sleep if you want."

"I'm not leaving..."

Xing Songfeng's eyebrows shot up, and with a flip, the blanket was tightly wrapped around his back.

Huang Qiaqia rolled her eyes at Xing Songfeng, then turned around and, beaming, handed the message on her phone to Wanli Fuguang.

The sun peeked out with a cheerful smile, like a thick, warm quilt covering everyone, making them feel warm, soft, and cozy.

Xing Songfeng's brows relaxed as he warmed the teapot and cups, placed the tea leaves, and brewed the tea. A delicate fragrance wafted over, refreshing and invigorating. He picked up a cup, leaned comfortably against the sofa, half-closed his eyes, and savored the sweet black tea.

Across from him, Wu Haofeng picked up a spoon, spread tea leaves on a slice of bread, poured some honey on it, crossed his legs, took a big bite of bread, and comfortably leaned back on the sofa, looking at the report on his tablet with a smile in his eyes.

Wanli Fuguang, who was in the kitchen, wiped the water from his hands onto his apron, took out sandwiches and steamed buns, looked at Huang Qiaqia's chubby little face, smiled indulgently, and gently called to her.

"time to eat."

Huang Qiaqia jumped up happily in front of Wu Haofeng and Xing Songfeng. Just as she was about to call the two of them to eat, she glanced at the coffee table, her face darkened, and she coldly questioned them.

"You moved?"

"Yes! Aren't all those jars of yours for holding water?"

"Did you use water?"

"Nonsense, why would I open it if I wasn't going to drink water? To make tea? Didn't you see?"

Huang Qiaqia's eyes were red, she was breathing heavily, and she was secretly exerting force with both hands.

Why do you want to drink the water from there?

"I...I just wanted some water, what's wrong with that? Besides, can you please stop targeting me all the time..."

With a disdainful look, Xing Songfeng greedily enjoyed the sunbathing, lazily closing his eyes, preparing to have a nice nap.

Huang Qiaqia stared intently at Xing Songfeng with bloodshot eyes. He clenched his teeth angrily, then pushed him away with all his might.

With a "thud," the slice of bread in Wu Haofeng's hand fell to the ground.

"Do you know? The water in this white porcelain is from snow I swept from the plum blossoms in winter and put in the white porcelain. I didn't open it until early autumn."

Wu Haofeng bent down, picked up a slice of bread, and asked a question in a weak voice.

"White porcelain?"

Xing Songfeng pouted, tilted his head back, and said indignantly.

"Didn't you say that the water in the white jar on the balcony was for Wu Haofeng to make tea? Why can't it be the same for me? Can you stop targeting me all the time?"

Wu Haofeng sighed, shook his head, and apologized to Huang Qiaqia with a look of regret.

"Excuse me, we probably didn't use much water. You see... that..."

"No, Wu Haofeng, what are you apologizing for? She said it was okay to drink, and now that we've drunk it, she's unhappy. Are you deliberately framing me? You little brat, you're quite cunning! Let me tell you... you... cousin, cousin, this woman, she..."