yournovel Chapter 223 Pig and Cabbage
Chapter 223 Pig and Cabbage
Chapter 223 Pig and Cabbage
As soon as Lin Yourong finished speaking, she stood up lightly and was about to take a step.
Yu Huan instinctively grabbed the handle of the brown paper bag beside her, wanting to get up and follow.
But his legs felt like they were nailed to the ground; a wave of tingling numbness made him grimace, and he quickly called out to her:
"Honey, wait a minute!"
Lin Yourong stopped and turned to look at his slightly pained expression, asking with concern, "What's wrong?"
Yu Huan noticed that she was pursing her lips tightly, and concern was overflowing from the corners of her mouth. Her heart warmed, but she deliberately made a big fuss and exclaimed "Ouch!"
"Nothing much, it's just that some pig kept sitting there for over an hour until my legs went numb! He's so rude!"
Hearing this, Lin Yourong felt embarrassed, and her neck turned bright red.
She immediately stepped forward, lightly punched his shoulder, and said coquettishly, "You're the pig! You're the one who needs a kiss!"
Yu Huan released his grip on the brown paper bag, chuckled, and pulled her into his arms.
He held her back with one hand, lowered his head slightly, and brought his nose close to her snow-white, slender neck.
He rubbed his hand against her smooth skin, taking a deep breath at the same time.
Her unique body fragrance made him feel refreshed and happy.
Lin Yourong felt an itch on her neck, as if goosebumps had risen all over her body.
She placed her hands on Yu Huan's shoulders and heard him whisper, "My wife smells so good! Just one whiff of her, and I'll feel energized for days."
"Well……"
Although Lin Yourong was wearing sunglasses, she still turned her head away shyly.
I felt warm breath brushing against my neck.
I don't know what physical actions I should make.
She sensed his affection for her, yet she was reluctant to push him away...
I don't know what to say...
She subconsciously pushed up her sunglasses with her slender fingers.
Although extremely embarrassed, she did not run away.
Yu Huan raised her head.
Some people were surprised that Lin Yourong neither pushed him, nor did she scream the chicken, let alone make an angry statement.
He keenly observed that her snow-white neck was already flushed with a faint blush, but he said, "Well, compared to my wife, I do look more like a pig."
Hearing this, Lin Yourong couldn't help but chuckle: "What do you mean?"
Don't you think I look like a pig rooting for cabbage right now?
The words have not yet fallen.
Yu Huan lowered her head again, took a deep breath on her neck, and nuzzled around wildly.
Hearing his vivid description, Lin Yourong felt inexplicably delighted, her whole body itching with uncontrollable joy.
Yu Huan listened to her silvery laughter, looked up, and saw the corners of her mouth, which were deeply upturned and slightly trembling.
That enigmatic smile, half-concealed, is absolutely captivating!
The pig's rooting motion stopped.
Lin Yourong's laughter gradually faded and disappeared in the gentle breeze.
The night is getting darker.
The sky appeared as if it had been painted with thick ink.
A gentle breeze, carrying the scent of the river, blew softly past, its fragrance mingling with the fresh scent of green grass and her own body odor as it reached Yu Huan's nose.
Not long after.
She smiled as she got off his lap, took his hand, and pulled him up from his seat: "Stop fooling around, come on, let's go buy some water."
"Okay." Yu Huan nodded slightly.
With her help, he slowly straightened up.
Lin Yourong immediately released her hand, raised her arms, and straightened his crooked hat brim.
The two faced each other.
The distance is only a fraction of a millimeter.
Yu Huan casually reached out and touched her rounded breasts, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
"Sister Ru said this afternoon that my wife has a really hot body, big breasts, a slim waist, and a perky butt." He blurted out some suggestive words and asked, "Hmm, a slim waist and a perky butt are definitely true, I can tell, but are big breasts really that good?"
"What are you saying!?"
Lin Yourong gently pushed his shoulders down from his ears with both hands.
He said in a low, reproachful voice:
"You're a frivolous, bad man!"
Before he finished speaking, he turned around, head drooping, and took quick, small steps.
It was as if she was eager to escape this place that made her feel ashamed and indignant.
Yu Huan, who was pushed and stumbled, watched her hurried figure as she fled, smiled, picked up the brown paper shopping bag from the bench, and followed her with her slightly stiff legs.
Lin Yourong started very quickly.
When she glanced back and realized she was several dozen steps away from him, she slowed her pace and waited for the bad man to catch up.
Yu Huan walked along the path paved with small pavers. When she was ten steps away from Lin Yourong, she took two steps at a time, quickly closing the distance between them.
After catching up with her, I gently put my arm around her shoulder.
Lin Yourong showed no resistance whatsoever; instead, she took small steps to get closer to him.
The two began to walk slowly side by side.
Yu Huan thought for a moment and picked up where she left off: "I'm just being indecent to you, acting like a hooligan, because you're my wife. I don't do that to just anyone!"
"Well……"
To Yu Huan's surprise.
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong surprisingly took the initiative to put her arm around his waist.
She hung her head, looked at the ground, and slowly murmured:
"Um... I just think you're being indecent, not that you're being a pervert... If I felt that your intimate actions towards me were being a pervert, then it means I don't like you at all... It's just... I'm embarrassed... I just think you're too impatient, and sometimes you don't even consider my feelings..."
As she finished speaking, Yu Huan, having heard her heartfelt confession, couldn't help but hug her even tighter.
She didn't argue that he was very considerate of her feelings.
Instead, she smiled and said, "One of us is impatient, and the other is slow-paced. That means we complement each other perfectly, doesn't it?"
Lin Yourong gave a light "humph," pouting feigned anger: "You're just good at spouting sweet talk!"
"How can this be considered sweet talk? There's an old saying: 'A couple who are alike won't last until dawn—'"
Yu Huan's hand, which was on her shoulder, moved down and gently ruffled her soft, round breasts, smiling as she said:
"And this is based on scientific evidence."
This man was lecturing her on profound principles while simultaneously rubbing her buttocks.
so bad!
Although Lin Yourong felt her face burning and her heart pounding like a drum, she kept walking and suppressed her embarrassment, speaking in a slightly hoarse voice: "One of you is in a hurry, and the other is slow. Won't that cause conflict?"
Listening to her soft words, Yu Huan carefully felt the texture in her palm.
Her body was no longer as tense as before.
The increasingly soft curves made him want to rub them a few more times.
"Opposites attract, and this isn't just about gender attraction, but also about complementary personalities." Yu Huan, having had her fill of holding hands, put her hand back on her shoulder. "Besides, your name is You Rong (meaning tolerant), so don't you think we can be tolerant of each other?"
Lin Yourong replied without hesitation, "Of course!"
The two strolled out onto the green lawn while talking.
Upon hearing her response, Yu Huan's lips curled into a slight smile.
A young man was jogging towards us from directly in front of us.
Yu Huan quickly moved her hand from Lin Yourong's shoulder up, turned her baseball cap forward and put it on properly, and pulled the brim down for her.
A sweet feeling welled up in Lin Yourong's heart. She let him tidy her up carefully, and then said in a sweet voice, "Darling, I noticed a Da Kou Jiu restaurant next to the residential area behind the hotel. I suddenly really want to eat double-skin milk pudding!"
Da Kou Jiu, a local brand from Guangdong Province, was once very popular and spread all over the country. It can be called a veteran in the milk tea industry.
However, with the rise of new milk tea brands, Da Kou Jiu gradually declined and faded from people's sight, becoming a relic of the past.
It's become very difficult to see them outside of Guangdong Province.
Yu Huan was also quite moved at this moment, and a feeling of searching for childhood memories welled up in her heart.
He smiled as he looked at Lin Yourong's delicate chin and teased, "Weren't you trying to control your weight?"
Lin Yourong's lips moved slightly: "With you here, I only need to eat a few bites."
"No problem." Yu Huan patted her chest: "We've walked so far today, we need to replenish our energy. Your husband will arrange it for you."
Now that she has gotten into the habit of calling him "darling," Yu Huan feels that when referring to himself in front of her, he must always use "husband."
One day I will hear her call me "husband" from her little mouth!
"Hmm..." Lin Yourong responded softly.
The two quickened their pace slightly, retracing their steps.
Just over ten minutes later, I turned right and crossed the pedestrian crossing, leaving the Pearl River scenic area.
Walk a short distance further, turn left at an intersection, and you'll see the hotel where Lin Yourong is staying.
But Yu Huan followed Lin Yourong's path, and the two chose to go straight.
A moment later, they stopped in front of the Da Kou Jiu milk tea shop.
After Yu Huan finished talking to the young lady who spoke with a strong Cantonese accent, he ordered two drinks:
A cup of strawberry double-skin milk pudding.
A cup of kumquat lemonade.
After the meal was served, the two of them each took a glass and walked into the open-style old residential area next door, which was lush with greenery.
It was nearly eight o'clock. Under the streetlights in the outdoor fitness area, several elderly people were chatting happily in Cantonese, while some little kids were running and playing nearby.
Yu Huan and Lin Yourong had a clear purpose and walked straight to the empty granite bench.
After sitting down side by side, Lin Yourong gently rested her head on Yu Huan's shoulder, sipping her kumquat lemon tea and enjoying the tranquility and warmth.
Seeing Yu Huan feed her a spoonful of double-skin milk, she removed her lips from the straw and let him put the spoon into her mouth.
"How does it taste? Is it delicious?"
I heard him ask gently.
Lin Yourong savored it carefully, swallowed it, and said, "It's very tender and smooth, and has a strong milky flavor."
"right."
His voice suddenly softened by seven-tenths, and he whispered in her ear:
"When it comes to tenderness and smoothness, it can't even compare to one ten-thousandth of my wife's sweet tongue."
Lin Yourong's earlobes, which had already regained their fair complexion, instantly turned rosy like roses.
Small, fragrant tongue?
The combination of these three ordinary words sent chills down her spine.
She couldn't help but shyly punch his shoulder.
The words of reproach turned into a coquettish tantrum the moment they left her lips: "You're so annoying!"
"That's how it is—"
Lin Yourong suddenly turned to the side and shoved the straw from her kumquat lemon tea into Yu Huan's mouth:
"Hurry up and drink it!"
Her cheeks flushed, and she feigned anger as she looked away, but her eyes were fixed on Yu Huan's profile, her heart filled with sweetness.
"Even the nagging old woman's mouth tastes sweet!"
He mumbled indistinctly, gulped down his drink, leaned back slightly, spat out the straw, let out a long, comfortable sigh, and continued:
"Then let me ask you, how did you feel at that time? You were very proactive!"
Before he finished speaking, Lin Yourong couldn't help but open her mouth and accept a feeding from him.
Hearing him say that she was very proactive, she immediately lowered her head, her lips moved slightly, wanting to retort without showing weakness, but she was speechless for a moment.
Through the lenses of her sunglasses, in the dim light, she glimpsed him gazing at her with a slightly expectant expression, as if waiting for her reply, after he finished asking his question.
It felt like I was back in the classroom, daydreaming and confused, when the teacher called on me to answer a question.
She took a sip of the kumquat lemonade, her voice lacking confidence, and stammered as she spoke:
"Hmm... At that moment, my mind went blank, and I felt surrounded by your scent... in my nose... in my mouth, and then... and then yours... so warm, so soft..."
Yu Huan asked with a smile, "Is it because my tongue is so warm and soft?" "Mmm..."
Lin Yourong nodded slightly.
She turned away shyly, her back to him at an angle, but her heart was pounding wildly.
"Okay, I'll take you to the hotel entrance later. Get some sleep."
"Mmm," Lin Yourong replied softly.
When is your album signing event in Changsha?
"Number thirteen."
Next Sunday?
Seeing that Yu Huan was no longer talking about those embarrassing topics, Lin Yourong turned around and sat up straight.
She glanced briefly at Yu Huan's sharply defined profile, and after a moment's thought, said:
“Yes, Changsha is the last stop. Then I have to go back to Shanghai that night, and the next morning I have to go to the Canwen headquarters in person to sign off on the final details.”
"Huh? You mean you're going to pass by your own home without going in?" His voice was filled with surprise, and his tone instantly turned somber.
"Um...please don't think that way! Besides finalizing the contract termination, I'm mainly in a hurry to pack everything up in Shanghai," Lin Yourong explained. "That day, Sister Ru and I will take turns driving home on the highway..."
"Clam?"
Lin Yourong noticed that his fingers, which were holding the spoon and scooping up the double-skin milk, trembled slightly.
Simultaneously.
His urgent voice reached my ears:
"I'll take time off and drive for you!"
"No need. Sister Ru and I have traveled back and forth on the highway before, it's not our first time. Besides, we have too much luggage, there's no room for one more person."
"You can pack some of your less valuable luggage into larger items and send them by mail!"
"Well... Ru-jie and I have agreed to throw away those inexpensive odds and ends. She doesn't plan to stay in Shanghai for long anymore..."
"No, I'm not worried."
"Don't worry, there aren't many cars on the highway on Mondays. Ru-jie and I are both experienced drivers who have had our licenses for several years!" Lin You-rong tried to dispel his concerns.
"Your driving skills—"
Lin Yourong immediately straightened her long neck and interrupted him: "What's wrong with my driving skills? Are they that bad? I've never scratched a car while driving!"
"Fine……"
Lin Yourong turned around and saw him deep in thought, his expression seemingly conflicted.
He let out a long sigh, then said seriously:
“Okay, I’ll speed up the production of the third song when I get back today, and try to deliver it to you before next Sunday. You and Sister Ru can stay in Shanghai and record the song in Li Xiaodong’s recording studio. I’ll go to Shanghai early on the weekend morning, let Sister Ru fly back to Changsha, and then you and I will drive her car home.”
Lin Yourong pondered his suggestion for a moment, her heart feeling as if it were enveloped in a gentle, tender embrace.
He is so nice!
All the warmth and affection were hidden behind sunglasses.
She subconsciously opened her mouth to accept his feeding, enjoying the feeling of being cared for.
Lin Yourong nodded her chin: "Alright, but that would be too much work for you!"
"Do you like it when I kiss you?"
Lin Yourong readily agreed and answered without hesitation, "I like it!"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, she suddenly realized the meaning behind his words, and a feeling of shyness welled up inside her.
This feeling made her turn her head away again, her back to him at an angle.
"Everyone's gone, not a single noisy little kid is left, it's just the two of us here."
Hearing his sly words...
Lin Yourong immediately fell into deep thought:
"Well……"
"It's 7:56, I should go."
These slightly dejected words, accompanied by a long sigh, entered my ears.
Lin Yourong, with a sudden burst of courage and motivation, turned around abruptly and casually placed the empty cup aside.
She wrapped her arms around his neck.
He obediently lowered his head, face to face with hers.
Without hesitation, she raised her chin and pressed her lips to his.
The brims of their hats collided, causing them to tilt precariously.
Until he put his hand into her mouth.
After getting high.
Lin Yourong suddenly came to her senses.
She was a little confused.
They were shocked and caught off guard by their sudden and bold move.
Despite the shock, it didn't stop her from getting entangled with him.
Lingering affection.
However, the sunglasses pressed against the corners and sockets of her eyes, making her feel somewhat uncomfortable.
The immersive feeling of being completely absorbed in something is gone...
My thoughts drifted back to that moment before.
Was Yu Huan's decision to let her sit on his lap a coincidence, or was he already prepared for it?
And when he kissed her passionately, there was not a trace of awkwardness in his movements.
Not long after, Lin Yourong gently pushed Yu Huan away and pursed her moist cherry lips: "You need to hurry to Yangcheng South Station. It takes half an hour by taxi. I need to go back to the hotel to rest too."
"See you next weekend! I'll be at the book signing and watching you from afar!"
"Hmm... I'll try to finish work before five o'clock, then we can have dinner together and go for a walk..."
"It's mainly because you want a kiss, right?"
Looking at Yu Huan's mocking smile.
She raised a finger, pushed up her sunglasses, and gave a coquettish snort: "Just you wait and see if you kiss me! If I find out you're kissing someone else, then just like you said before, we might as well both die!"
He expressed his feelings in one breath.
I felt my face getting hot and swollen.
"You, you promised you wouldn't suspect me of having someone else on the side anymore?" He looked at her, both amused and exasperated.
Lin Yourong hung her head and said, "Um..."
She suddenly caught a glimpse of him placing a fisherman's hat on her lap; their parting seemed imminent.
Lin Yourong couldn't help but turn to the side, raise her chin, and lightly peck him on the cheek, then raise her hand to tidy his slightly messy hair.
All tenderness is conveyed without words.
Lin Yourong looked into his bright eyes; his affectionate gaze seemed to penetrate her heart through his sunglasses.
In an instant, her fingers became even gentler.
"Okay~" Lin Yourong put down her hand, picked up the empty glass next to her, and grabbed the fisherman's hat on her lap with her other hand: "Are you sure you don't want this hat and sunglasses?"
"No need, I have enough."
"Oh~" Lin Yourong responded softly.
The two walked side by side to a trash can and each threw their empty cups in.
They immediately intertwined their fingers and slowly walked out of the residential compound. A moment of silence followed, filled only with a sense of reluctance to part.
In just a few minutes, we arrived at the hotel entrance.
Before the two could even exchange a word, a taxi with a green light indicating it was available slowly drove up.
Lin Yourong took the sunglasses from him and helped him into a taxi. Through the car window, they waved goodbye to each other.
"Goodbye, wife, remember to miss me!" His voice echoed in the night.
"Goodbye!" she whispered, her eyes filled with longing.
She stood there, watching the red taillights gradually disappear into the distance until they vanished into the vast night.
He then slowly turned around and walked into the hotel.
Her steps were no longer as light as before; they were heavy, as if she had lost her soul.
She doesn't even remember how she got on the elevator or how she opened the door.
Communication with Sister Ru also became unclear.
She took a quick shower first, then slipped on her slippers and lay down on the soft bed.
Sister Ru seemed to notice her unusual behavior and tried to strike up a conversation with her.
But she simply turned to the side, staring blankly at the tightly closed curtains, as if the whole world had nothing to do with her.
The bedside lamp went out with a "click," and darkness enveloped the entire room.
After her mind went blank, she finally came to her senses.
Suddenly, she felt a cool sensation around her eyes. She gently ran her fingertips over it and carefully examined it.
Oh, so those were her tears.
At this moment, she finally couldn't hold back anymore, and her emotions burst forth.
She tried to cover her face with a pillow to hide her vulnerability, but before she could even begin, she burst into uncontrollable sobs.
The bedside lamp suddenly turned on, filling the dark room with soft light.
A slight sound reached my ears, and the bed gently sank down.
She turned her head and, through her teary eyes, saw Sister Ru lying beside her, one hand gently resting on her shoulder.
"Susu, what's wrong? Did some bad man bully you?" Sister Ru's voice was full of concern.
Lin Yourong sobbed, saying intermittently, "No, he didn't bully me... I just... don't want to be separated from my husband..."
Sister Ru quickly comforted her gently, "Hey, you didn't quarrel, so what's there to cry about? We have a long life ahead of us, and besides, we're going back to Xingcheng soon, aren't we?"
Lin Yourong nodded, sobbing as she said, "I know, I'm just feeling a little sad right now... I'll feel better after crying for a while."
After saying that, she lay face down on the bed and buried her face deeply in the soft pillow.
Sister Ru listened to her gradually fading sobs and looked at her gently trembling shoulders.
I couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
In a relationship, the one who invests their whole heart is most likely to suffer losses.
This is especially true for people like Su Su, who are not good at expressing themselves and lack dating experience.
I hope Yu Huan really is a good man.
Sister Ru got up and sat on her bed: "Susu, you should go to sleep early. You have to get up at three in the morning to catch your flight."
After he finished speaking, there was no response for a long time.
She glanced away.
Lin Yourong was lying face down, her face turned towards her.
Her eyes were already closed.
Sister Ru tiptoed forward and sized her up.
Her eyelashes were wet, and there were tear stains at the corners of her eyes, but she was already fast asleep.
After a moment's thought, Sister Ru shuffled to the temperature control panel in her slippers.
With a light tap of your fingertip, adjust the temperature to 26 degrees Celsius.
Sleeping like this, even without a blanket, will prevent you from getting cold.
After we finished, I turned off the bedside lamp, and the whole room was plunged into darkness again.
(End of this chapter)