Chapter 39: You Can Touch
Gu Qing and Lu Qianqian finished their amusement park visit with satisfaction.
They challenged all the thrilling rides together. Even though Gu Qing’s legs went weak afterward and he needed Lu Qianqian’s support to walk, she never forced him. She even asked if he wanted to rest below for a while, but Gu Qing insisted on putting his hands on his hips in a chuunibyou pose, loudly declaring that true warriors dare to face the bloodiest aspects of life. His voice was so loud it made Lu Qianqian beside him feel embarrassed.
It was quite laughable really—he could face bullets from a revolver blowing his head off without fear, yet was afraid of various thrilling rides that he knew wouldn’t kill him.
Besides that, they also went to the haunted house. He wasn’t afraid of that at all. Instead, Lu Qianqian and several other girls huddled behind him in fear, as if he were the mother hen in a game of eagle catching chicks, properly protecting them as they walked out of the haunted house. There was also a goldfish scooping game in the amusement park. Lu Qianqian kept watching but never actually played.
Her reason was that she felt she couldn’t take good care of them if she brought them home, and would be sad when the little goldfish died.
They also rowed a boat together on the park’s lake. White clouds leisurely drifted above the quiet lake water, sunshine warming their bodies, making Gu Qing feel as if his corpse was warming up too.
So warm—if only time could stop at this moment.
Life always seemed to have such fantasies, but time ultimately couldn’t stop.
Near evening, they used the money saved from buying couple tickets to eat hotpot, ordering many plates of meat. Gu Qing ate with satisfaction and took a taxi home with Lu Qianqian.
After getting home, they took turns showering in the bathroom. The sound of rushing water came from inside, and he seemed to faintly hear Lu Qianqian humming. But when Lu Qianqian came out, Gu Qing rubbed his eyes.
“So…” Gu Qing suddenly didn’t know what to say.
At this moment, Lu Qianqian was wearing what must be the nightgown she’d bought a few days ago but never worn. It was a simply designed slip nightgown, white, with cute lace trim on the hem. Perhaps for comfort, it was slightly low-cut, revealing a small part of the girl’s soft, full chest.
Just from this small exposed part, all the contours could be glimpsed. But most excessive was that she wasn’t wearing a bra under the nightgown’s neckline. Though the fabric at the chest was somewhat thicker, Gu Qing could still faintly see the pointed outline pressed tightly against the fabric.
The nightgown’s hem wasn’t long either, with slits at the sides. The girl’s long legs were fully displayed, pearly and pink under the light. When she turned slightly, there were glimpses of side curves. Rather than a nightgown, it was more like lingerie.
“No no no no no.” Gu Qing covered his eyes like a vampire struck by holy light.
Lu Qianqian tilted her head. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Too lewd, too lewd… I’m corrupted, I’m not pure anymore.”
“…” Lu Qianqian’s eyes suddenly became distant. Her earlier shyness gradually melted away due to Gu Qing’s silly reaction. Her fingers lightly gripped her dress, asking herself, “Is it lewd?”
Gu Qing lowered his hands, looking at the girl in front of him, at her innocent, pure eyes.
“Lewd.”
“Where is it lewd?” Lu Qianqian tilted her head, her fingertip lightly grasping the neckline and tugging slightly, then looking down, muttering softly, “I’m not showing much chest.”
“Legs, legs!”
“But when I wear shorts normally, I show a lot of leg too.” Lu Qianqian turned slightly, showing him the hollow waistline of her dress. The girl’s waist was slender and white, like a sprouting willow branch. Gu Qing knew her waist was soft—he’d held her in his arms just two days ago and gently rubbed her stomach.
Those two days were her period. Her voice carried a crying tone saying it hurt so much, but after Gu Qing rubbed her, it was all better. Dr. Gu had advanced techniques for treating menstrual pain.
“Fine, fine. If you don’t like it, I’ll wear pajamas from now on?” Lu Qianqian stuck her tongue out at him. Gu Qing looked at Lu Qianqian in front of him and swallowed. “Let me adapt a little bit.”
“Oh…” Lu Qianqian turned slightly, showing him her bare back, like carelessly displaying her doll, but her display wasn’t meant to seduce Gu Qing into doing anything. She blinked at Gu Qing. “I picked this out for a long time…”
The girl had picked for a long time to choose this nightgown that seemed to be between proper and lewd.
“Wait for me…”
Lu Qianqian said this and went to her room. Gu Qing thought she was going to change out of the nightgown and breathed a sigh of relief. But when she came out again, she had put on white stockings over her legs under the dress, wrapping her white tender skin completely. The stockings she chose were between 15D and 30D, the sheer, soft white silk fully displaying her white tender skin.
“I put on socks?” Lu Qianqian looked at him in confusion. “Is it less lewd now?”
“Even more lewd. What color is Qianqian’s underwear today?”
“Pervert.” Lu Qianqian grabbed an orange from the table and threw it at him.
…
“Qianqian.” Gu Qing looked at Lu Qianqian sitting beside him, currently cross-legged peeling an orange, looking at her profile with sudden gravity.
“What is it?” Lu Qianqian turned back, puzzled.
“I have something I really want to do right now that needs your cooperation.”
“Huh?”
“Could you please step on my face hard with your white-socked little feet to humiliate me so I can sober up?”
“Hah?” Lu Qianqian’s eyes widened. She was stunned for a moment, then puffed out her cheeks. “I won’t.”
“I’m going to break.”
“You’re really talking about stepping on your face?”
“Yes.”
“So strange.”
“This would make me think of that bastard woman, my sister. She always beats me down then humiliates and mocks me severely. Thinking of her makes my teeth itch with hatred, and then I won’t think about strange things.”
“So it’s because you’re thinking strange things?” Lu Qianqian hesitated, then lifted one long, snowy leg beside him, bringing her white-socked little foot over and placing it in his palm. Her eyes were peaceful, the corners gentle, without any teasing or playfulness. Instead, she seemed generous and serious, saying softly, “If you want to touch, you can touch.”
The girl’s little foot was slender and delicate. Though her chest was full, her bone structure was actually quite petite. Such a petite frame made her little feet very beautiful, and her skin was so white, like a baby’s milky white color. Gu Qing looked at the white-socked little foot in his hand, seeming to still hear the girl’s gentle tone in his ears.
He couldn’t help reaching out to gently stroke the girl’s instep. The white silk brought a silky rustling sensation, but her skin was so soft and tender. The hazy white silk seemed to veil her delicate little foot, adding a dreamy allure.
Lu Qianqian spread her toes from his movement, making the already sheer stocking toe even more transparent.
Gu Qing swallowed.
She has a pair of white tender little feet, and I have a mouth. How could there be such a coincidence in this world?
Thinking this, a piece of orange was brought to his mouth by Lu Qianqian. Gu Qing instinctively opened his mouth to eat it. The sweet orange juice gradually restored his consciousness. He touched Lu Qianqian’s white tender little foot for a short while more, then withdrew his hand with satisfaction. “Satisfied!”
“Okay.” Lu Qianqian answered softly beside him, then separated another piece of orange for him.
…
In the morning, Gu Qing looked at Lu Qianqian coming out of her room, already changed into home pajamas, looking at her bright face, then glanced at the calendar, wanting to speak but stopping.
“Huh? You woke up so early today.” Lu Qianqian looked at him with some surprise.
Usually Lu Qianqian woke up first, and Gu Qing habitually stayed in bed until she finished cooking breakfast before getting up to wash. Gu Qing nodded, answering yes, but again wanted to speak but stopped.
He wanted to tell Lu Qianqian that he should leave in ten more days, but when the words reached his lips, he suddenly found he couldn’t say them at all.
How strange.
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