"Eating too much will cause indigestion, and you can't eat too much ice."
"Then I'll eat it hot too."
"Alternating between hot and cold foods can easily cause stomach upset."
"You did this on purpose!"
Wen Mubai leaned against the door frame, his smile fading as he supervised her brushing her teeth. "Maybe."
Xu Chacha took a mouthful of water and angrily spat out Wen Mubai, mistaking him for mint-flavored toothpaste foam.
Even my sister doesn't treat me like this.
"So I'm not your sister." Wen Mubai tilted his head, as if remembering something, "I cooked tangyuan for you, so you should pay back what you owe me."
"What do I owe you?"
Wen Mubai straightened up, took a step closer to her, and raised her eyebrows slightly. "What do you think?"
Xu Chacha felt a little overwhelmed by her direct gaze and leaned to the side, supporting herself on the sink. "Wife... wife."
Wen Mubai was still not satisfied, "Why are you shouting so unwillingly?"
"Then what do you want?" Xu Chacha was originally quite confident, but when she looked up and saw the dog-chewed teeth marks on Wen Mubai's collarbone through the open collar of her pajamas, her arrogance immediately weakened. "Anyway, I've already screamed."
Wen Mubai followed her gaze and saw his collarbone. He raised his fingertip and rubbed it there, a smile playing on his lips. He deliberately drew out the last syllable and said, "Ouch... I don't know where I got those mosquitoes last night. They still hurt."
Xu Chacha coughed to cover up her discomfort, and only after feeling her throat was less dry did she weakly say, "I didn't bite it on purpose."
She wondered why she couldn't grow strawberries. Every time she got up, Wen Mubai was clean and white, while she was covered in bruises.
"That's not fair," she said, throwing a little tantrum.
After listening to her complain in an awkward tone, Wen Mubai finally couldn't help but turn his head and laugh out loud.
"Just because of that?"
No wonder her comment last night, "You've been studying for so long and you still can't learn it," easily made this little brat explode.
It turns out that the grudge had been brewing for a long time.
Xu Chacha pursed her lips and didn't speak. The next second, Wen Mubai pulled her right hand over. In her stunned gaze, he lowered his head and bit a piece of soft flesh on the inside of her wrist.
First came the sensation of the tongue brushing against the skin, then a tingling, electric-like feeling. By the time Wen Mubai stepped back, a red mark had already appeared on that patch of skin.
Xu Chacha was so embarrassed that her fingers curled up, but the other person, as if he hadn't provoked her enough, asked, "Did you get it?"
She didn't say anything.
"Silence means consent. Since you understand, let's have a pop quiz." Wen Mubai smiled, lazily pulling open his collar with his right hand, his slender white fingers tapping on his still-intact collarbone. "This?"
Xu Chacha's head suddenly exploded; she knew how red her face was without even looking in the mirror.
"What's wrong? Your face is so red..." Before Wen Mubai could finish speaking, Xu Chacha made a quick decision and turned off the bathroom light.
The temperature of the heater gradually decreased, and it took some time before it went completely dark.
In the final few seconds before darkness fell, Wen Mubai saw Xu Chacha's wide, defiant almond-shaped eyes.
"Let's give it a try."
Practice makes perfect, and Xu Chacha is becoming more and more skilled at pulling her collar.
Despite her inner drive, when her lips actually touched his, she didn't know what to do. Fortunately, the sensation on her wrist reminded her of every detail that had just happened.
So Xu Chacha imitated Wen Mubai's actions and tried her best to put them into practice.
"Hiss—" A sudden cry of pain rang out in the quiet space.
"What's wrong."
My toothache.
She had burned her upper palate while eating a glutinous rice ball, which had already made her skin fragile. The sudden sucking had almost killed her.
"Let me see," Wen Mubai said softly.
Xu Chacha obediently raised her chin, originally thinking that Wen Mubai meant "look" with his eyes, but little did she know that she would directly extend her finger.
Worried about biting her, Xu Chacha could only keep her mouth slightly open.
Wen Mubai touched the broken skin with his fingertip, causing a slightly itchy sensation. "Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt when I touch it... but it hurts when I suck on it..."
"Then let's rest here for today." Wen Mubai put his arm around her waist and lifted her up to sit on the table.
"W-what are you doing?"
"We can't let Auntie's gift go to waste." Wen Mubai pressed his finger against her wet, soft tongue, his voice low and husky with an ambiguous undertone, "Take a little in; it'll be useful later."
Chapter 68 Swoosh Swoosh Swoosh
Xu Chacha doesn't have much time to rest. She usually has to attend classes, and she's even busier during holidays, rushing around to various events. Not to mention that she's going to fly abroad for a fashion show in September. So, before Fashion Week, the two of them were rushing around trying to make the most of this little bit of time to be affectionate.
As May passed into June and August, the weather grew hotter and hotter. After throwing a few tantrums, Wen's father's attitude gradually cooled down, as if the slow boiling of a frog had taken effect. When the topic of Xu Chacha and Wen Mubai came up again, he was no longer so irritable.
After all, if you think about it carefully, this is a good thing that would strengthen family ties.
Wen Mubai and his daughter only see each other a few times a year, so they don't usually argue. But Xu Chacha gets interrogated by her parents every time she comes home.
As she boarded the plane, she felt somewhat relieved, finally able to have some peace and quiet.
Wen Mubai will also be there, but he can't be with her the whole time. However, she promised that she would definitely sit in the audience that night.
Xu Chacha replied with a smile, "You have to come, even with such high ticket prices."
Wen Mubai stroked her lips with his thumb, but that wasn't what he was thinking. Xu Chacha didn't want to miss any of her firsts in life.
So she cancelled all her schedules for that day.
...
The first outfit Xu Chacha was to wear was a collection of small-scale designs, a gold fishtail dress with a very long train, and the smooth and delicate folds and wrinkles on the dress resembled the ripples on the sea.
The makeup artist took a large blush brush, dipped it in gold powder, and told her to close her eyes. Then she gently flicked the gold powder onto her face, mainly focusing on her cheeks, and also applied some to her eyelids.
"Okay, try opening your eyes."
Xu Chacha's eyelashes trembled a few times, and when she slowly opened her eyes, she was as stunning as a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, making people almost forget to breathe.
The final piece of the design is the over 20-pound gold crown, with each ruby personally glued on by the designer; its value is directly proportional to its weight.
During rehearsals, Xu Chacha wore the mask, and after more than two minutes, her neck became incredibly sore. However, she couldn't afford to make any mistakes on the actual performance, so she could only hold both of them to support her head and distribute some of the weight.
This fashion week kept up with the trends and even started live streaming.
Xu Chacha did not hide her schedule, and fans who heard the news waited in the live broadcast room for her to appear.
Fortunately, the models were all tall and slim, making the wait for Xu Chacha less tedious.
Finally, it was TY's turn. After the closing models from the previous series disappeared, a white curtain slowly fell.
The TY logo was visible through the screen. The lights dimmed and then brightened again, revealing a slender figure on the white screen.
[Tea Treasure!!!]
[I'm ready, shall I start barking now!]
The curtain slowly rose, revealing first a gorgeous skirt, then a slender waist, and finally, when it reached that exquisitely beautiful face, the comments section erupted in screams of delight.
Having walked this many times, Xu Chacha's body was already in sync with the music. As soon as the beat started, she stepped out with her right leg, straightened her back, and walked out.
With a wasp waist and straight shoulders, she had the perfect figure for a clothes hanger. A golden crown adorned her long neck. The crown was so ornate that it was almost overwhelming to look at, but Xu Chacha, who wore it, appeared relaxed and calm.
The makeup artist put on light blue contact lenses for her, and with gold powder sprinkled around her eyes and eyelashes, Xu Chacha looked like a goddess who had stepped out of an oil painting from the last century. She was dignified and noble, and everyone had to look up to her with an invincible aura. Only this kind of powerful aura could support this dress and crown.
The person wore the clothes, and the clothes wore the person; she and the dress seemed to have merged into one. The designer in the audience was clapping so hard he almost broke.
In close-up shots, Xu Chacha possesses an unreal beauty that makes viewers hold their breath, afraid of disturbing or angering her.
[Help, I can't stop breathing, she's so beautiful!!!][As a fan, I'm so happy I'm about to ascend to heaven, sob sob sob]
Every step she took was graceful, and the pendants on her golden crown swayed gently with her movements.
Unlike the audience who could only watch through a screen, Wen Mubai sat in the front row below the stage.
Today, she, like everyone else, needs to look up to her daughter.
Xu Chacha's transformation may have occurred at some point, or perhaps she was always like this, constantly surprising people.
The Xu Chacha of today and the Xu Chacha of her childhood don't seem much different. Perhaps she was too sensible when she was young, and her occasional childishness now seems all the more precious.
After setting the location, Xu Chacha slowly turned around, revealing a "V" shaped opening on the back of her dress, exposing the red birthmark on her back.
The butterfly-shaped birthmark was attached to her shoulder blade, flapping back and forth, as if she were really about to take flight. Its stunning beauty made people's gaze follow Xu Chacha's back until she disappeared before they came to their senses.
One of the main reasons TY assigned her this dress was because of this birthmark. After seeing it in Yang Zhou's magazine, the designer immediately decided to include it. (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly spam/advertisement. It includes phrases like "GZH gl yuri ebooks," "love and sex," and "yuri resources you want to see," followed by a girl contacting the account.)
The first thing Xu Chacha did after stepping off the stage was to remove the golden crown from her head, which required two people to help her remove it intact.
Wen Mubai had disappeared from the audience and had somehow bent down and slipped backstage.
"You're here!" Xu Chacha felt relieved after taking off her heavy clothes. Her first reaction upon seeing Wen Mubai walking over was to rush up and hug him.
Just like every time before, Wen Mubai opened his arms and caught the person who jumped into his arms.
Xu Chacha wrapped her legs around her waist and her arms around her neck, her eyes sparkling, her face clearly saying "Praise me, praise me."
How could Wen Mubai not go along with her wishes? He smiled and said, "You walked very well. At least in my eyes, you were the most dazzling person tonight."
Xu Chacha was very pleased with the compliment and couldn't help but lower her head to touch her lips. When she was about to leave, she was pulled back and the kiss deepened.
She felt the same way; when she saw Wen Mubai below the stage at the end of the line, her heart almost jumped out of her chest.
After being separated for several days, the two missed each other terribly. The kiss lasted a bit too long, and the director's camera panned backstage, quickly glancing at them before returning to the set. Then, as if glued together, the camera remained fixed on the two, unable to move away.
The comments section is buzzing with excitement.
[Who is this? Who is this? Who is this!]
[Help! Is this content I can watch for free?!]
[This must be Wen Mubai, the founder of BC, who used to be the editor-in-chief of HN.]