Chapter 2: Dinner Together After Becoming Her Girlfriend
“Me… me?”
Startled by Leng Qing Qiu’s words, Lu Zhiyin pointed to her own face, feeling flustered. Becoming someone’s girlfriend was something she had never imagined before crossing dimensions.
“Mhm.”
Leng Qing Qiu softly hummed and nodded, leaning closer. She even dipped her hand into the cup, stroking Lu Zhiyin’s waist.
“Don’t… don’t touch there… please…”
A familiar, electric sensation brought Lu Zhiyin back to the subtle pleasure she felt vaguely the previous night. Her face heated up rapidly, and she instinctively pleaded.
“Mhm, then quickly give me the answer, Zhiyin.”
Choosing to comply with Lu Zhiyin’s request, Leng Qing Qiu stopped her actions, but her hand remained on Lu Zhiyin’s waist, reluctant to leave.
“…”
Her brain struggling to function, Lu Zhiyin considered whether to agree to Leng Qing Qiu’s demand. She didn’t know why Leng Qing Qiu suddenly proposed this, but it seemed that becoming her girlfriend wasn’t so bad? After all, they were destined to reach this kind of relationship eventually, so getting a head start would be more convenient for building goodwill.
Her thinking didn’t take long, but Leng Qing Qiu was already growing impatient. Just as Lu Zhiyin was about to speak, Leng Qing Qiu reopened her phone, resuming the video that recorded Lu Zhiyin’s plea.
“If you don’t agree… I’ll show this to Long Qinxin. You care a lot about her, right?”
Squinting her eyes, Leng Qing Qiu threatened Lu Zhiyin while lamenting her own baseness. Her words made Lu Zhiyin feel inexplicably uncomfortable. She truly hated being threatened.
“Gulp…”
Swallowing, Lu Zhiyin reached out to turn off the video, but before she could touch Leng Qing Qiu’s phone, her wrist was grabbed.
“That… actually, you don’t need to threaten me, do you?”
Slightly raising her eyes, Lu Zhiyin looked at Leng Qing Qiu. She braced herself internally for a moment, then shifted her body, trying to lean against Leng Qing Qiu. Her movement caused Leng Qing Qiu’s fingertips to sink slightly into the soft flesh of her waist, and Lu Zhiyin’s eyes trembled.
“…”
Leng Qing Qiu didn’t reply, remaining silent.
“…Do as you please, anyway, I can only rely on you, right? Leng Qing Qiu…”
In the end, she couldn’t bring herself to say the shameful words “I want to be your girlfriend,” instead brushing it off as acquiescence to Leng Qing Qiu’s demands. With Lu Zhiyin’s agreement, Leng Qing Qiu finally turned off the video, and Lu Zhiyin felt a little relieved.
“Get up, it’s getting late.”
Throwing back the blanket, Leng Qing Qiu retrieved the clothes Lu Zhiyin had taken off earlier. “I washed your clothes; they’re clean.” After speaking, Leng Qing Qiu quietly observed Lu Zhiyin.
“…Thanks.”
Lu Zhiyin thanked her softly, thinking that Leng Qing Qiu was probably waiting to watch her get dressed. Although still a bit embarrassed, she had already done most of the necessary things, so Lu Zhiyin didn’t feel she could say much. She proceeded to dress in front of Leng Qing Qiu.
After putting on her underwear and school uniform again, Leng Qing Qiu picked her up, carried her out of the bedroom, and placed her on the sofa. Looking around the living room, Lu Zhiyin finally discovered her wheelchair. It was silently parked by the doorway, quite far from her. She couldn’t quite understand why Leng Qing Qiu had placed the wheelchair so far away. Was it an intentional restriction of her freedom, or simply because it was unsightly elsewhere? Lu Zhiyin suspected it was likely the former.
“I’m going to make dinner.”
Ignoring Lu Zhiyin’s thanks, Leng Qing Qiu shook her head and walked towards the kitchen. Lu Zhiyin sat on the sofa, lost in thought. She suddenly realized her phone was still in the bedroom and wondered if clients might be messaging her. If a client sent a message and she couldn’t see it promptly, she might lose a way to earn money. Squinting her eyes, Lu Zhiyin leaned on the coffee table, her eyes slightly closed. She hadn’t woken up long ago, and for some reason, she felt sleepy again. She dozed off on the coffee table until Leng Qing Qiu called her awake when dinner was ready.
“Dinner’s ready.”
Placing the dishes on the coffee table, Leng Qing Qiu handed Lu Zhiyin a pair of chopsticks.
“Mhm.”
Lu Zhiyin hummed softly and took the chopsticks. The dish tonight was stir-fried chicken breast with chili. The chicken looked a bit dry, and the edges of the chili peppers were slightly yellowed, exuding a peppery aroma. Lu Zhiyin pondered for a moment. She was now Leng Qing Qiu’s nominal girlfriend, so perhaps she should show her some consideration? Feeling a little apprehensive, Lu Zhiyin picked up a piece of chicken breast and placed it in Leng Qing Qiu’s bowl.
“Hmm?”
Leng Qing Qiu seemed a bit perplexed, not quite understanding why Lu Zhiyin was serving her food, especially after she had done something rather excessive to her. Was she trying to appease her? Stroking her chin, Leng Qing Qiu stopped overthinking and ate the meat Lu Zhiyin gave her, taking a couple of bites of rice as well. It had been late after they were intimate yesterday, and Leng Qing Qiu had even gone to the red-haired thug’s house to catch him. By the time she knocked him out, stuffed him into the trunk of a van, and started her journey back, it was almost midnight. The meat and vegetables at the supermarket weren’t very fresh, so Leng Qing Qiu had only bought a few bags of frozen chicken breast and some green peppers.
“Um, Leng Qing Qiu…”
As Leng Qing Qiu reminisced about her actions the previous night, Lu Zhiyin poked her shoulder with the tail end of her chopsticks, bringing her back to the present.
“What is it, Zhiyin?”
Thinking about how she would be able to kill that red-haired thug soon, Leng Qing Qiu’s mood lightened, and her attitude towards Lu Zhiyin softened considerably. She hadn’t killed anyone in several days.
“Can you delete that video?”
Lu Zhiyin asked softly, unable to accept having leverage held over her, disliking being controlled.
“No.”
Lu Zhiyin’s words caused Leng Qing Qiu’s recently improved mood to plummet. Her tone turned cold.
“…Understood…”
Glancing at Leng Qing Qiu’s crestfallen face, Lu Zhiyin thought that asking her to delete the video was probably hopeless. Perhaps she could find an opportunity to delete it herself later? Leng Qing Qiu would eventually fall asleep, and her lock screen password wouldn’t be too difficult to discover. If she deleted the video, she would likely face abuse, but that didn’t matter anymore, did it? Lost in thought, Lu Zhiyin dazedly picked up a piece of slightly charred green pepper and put it in her mouth.
“Cough, cough, cough… cough…”
She successfully burned her mouth with the spice and, turning her head, coughed incessantly, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. This body’s tear ducts were still a bit too sensitive. Thinking this, after a while, Lu Zhiyin recovered. She stopped touching the peppers and focused on eating the meat and rice. The dinner ended rather quickly, with neither of them in a good mood.
