Chapter 51: Where Are the Hooks?
Too soft.
Really too soft.
Clearly Lu Qianqian’s thighs didn’t look particularly plump, but her skin was incredibly tender. Now wrapped tightly in silky white stockings, they felt sandy to the touch, making his fingertips slightly itchy.
Gu Qing’s hand began unconsciously caressing her legs. After quite a while, he realized this behavior was really too inappropriate. Seeing Lu Qianqian’s flushed cheeks, he sheepishly withdrew his hand.
The girl actually wasn’t as bold as he had imagined.
“Do you really, really want me to try undoing the hooks?”
“Yes, if you succeed, there’s a reward.” Lu Qianqian’s voice was gentle, but now trembling slightly from shyness.
“What’s the reward?” Gu Qing was full of anticipation.
“How about feeding you some saliva?”
“Qianqian, you’re so perverted.”
Lu Qianqian covered her face with both hands, peeking at Gu Qing’s eyes through her fingers: “I brushed my teeth.”
“But it’s still very perverted.”
“Eh… I thought a pervert like you would like this kind of thing.”
“So in Qianqian’s heart, I’ve unknowingly been leaning toward being a pervert?”
“Eh?” Lu Qianqian tilted her head. “Weren’t you already one long ago?”
Gu Qing slowly reached out, carefully touching the girl’s back, trying to undo her bra hooks through the thin T-shirt. But after fumbling for a long time, he still couldn’t find where the hooks were. Not believing it, he carefully started from the girl’s waist, slowly slipping his hand under her T-shirt, feeling around on her smooth, silky back until he finally found the bra strap, but still couldn’t find the hooks.
“Where are the hooks?” Gu Qing blinked in confusion.
“Because this is a bra with hooks in the front.” Lu Qianqian answered gently, her voice already grown soft and fine.
“Foul! Foul!” Gu Qing answered indignantly. “I never learned this one.”
“Eh… then want to learn?”
“Better not. Qianqian is still young. I’d feel terrible about bullying you.”
“Okay then.” Lu Qianqian nodded obediently, no longer trying to tempt him. She just asked: “Want to see what this kind of bra looks like?”
Gu Qing hesitated. He watched the girl’s fingertips slowly grab the hem of her T-shirt, lifting it bit by bit before his eyes. Her slender waist was completely exposed, and just as it was about to reveal her full, snowy mounds, Gu Qing’s eyes widened, not wanting to miss any detail.
But Lu Qianqian suddenly stopped.
She suddenly let go of the T-shirt hem and instead leaned close to Gu Qing’s ear: “I’ll take a photo for you when we sleep tonight, okay?”
“Is Qianqian afraid that if I see it, I won’t be able to control myself and pounce on you?”
“No.” Lu Qianqian shook her head, gently biting his earlobe, her voice trembling.
“It’s because I’m shy.”

So before bed, Gu Qing’s phone received two messages.
One was from Lu Qianqian—a photo of her pink lips biting the hem of her T-shirt, seriously photographing her chest in the mirror. Her chest was tightly fastened by a white lace-trimmed bra, but because of the full curves, some white, tender flesh was exposed, looking absolutely sinful.
The action of biting the T-shirt hem, her flushed cheeks, her bashful eyes—major points added. Gu Qing silently saved and bookmarked it, then opened another chat record. This was Ji Yueling’s promise to him today.
The condition for the promise was: she suddenly had some very lewd photo ideas.
Gu Qing opened the photo.
She had two especially cute butterfly clips attached to her chest.
Indeed very lewd. Gu Qing silently saved and bookmarked the image, then began calculating how to get out of Ji Yueling’s invitation. Maybe tomorrow he should go return the motorcycle first? That way he’d have no vehicle to take Ji Yueling on a ride.

Lu Qianqian was starting school.
If it weren’t for her starting school, Gu Qing would have almost forgotten that Lu Qianqian was still a high school student. Her high school wasn’t far from home—a half-hour walk, but only about ten minutes if Gu Qing rode the bike to take her.
So Gu Qing kept the motorcycle as a tool for taking Lu Qianqian to school.
On the first day of school, the sun was shining brightly. Lu Qianqian had washed her previous school uniform early. High school uniforms were always quite loose, perfectly concealing her figure.
These past two years, because of her mother’s condition, Lu Qianqian was always taking leave from school, running around busy. But her high school was a great school that she had gotten into through her own efforts. Although she’d fallen behind in coursework, with Gu Qing tutoring her during winter break, she had now caught up considerably.
Before leaving, Lu Qianqian was trying hard to tie her shoulder-length hair into a small ponytail. Her cheeks were fair and tender, fresh-faced but full of youthful beauty, her dark pupils overflowing with sunshine.
Before going out, Gu Qing put on a mask. Lu Qianqian tilted her head in confusion.
“Although the probability is extremely low, I still need to avoid the possibility of meeting acquaintances.”
“Acquaintances?” Lu Qianqian didn’t understand.
“As far as I know, a girl I used to tutor should be about your age now and also at this school.” Gu Qing wore his mask tightly and even borrowed Lu Qianqian’s beret to put on his head, looking sneaky.
“What would happen if you met her?”
“I might get slapped.” Gu Qing answered with utmost seriousness.
Lu Qianqian couldn’t help but laugh. She went downstairs with him, sat on the back seat and gently hugged his waist. Gu Qing didn’t ride fast—the weather was still a bit cold, and riding fast would just be cold with no benefits.
Ten minutes later, he brought Lu Qianqian to the high school entrance. The entrance was now filled with all kinds of luxury cars—parents dropping off their children. Gu Qing on his motorcycle naturally attracted many gazes.
Because his motorcycle was really cool. Just the metallic material alone looked valuable, with azure flames spurting from the exhaust pipe. Even though Gu Qing had turned off the sound effects in the alchemical matrix, it was still quite eye-catching.
Lu Qianqian got off the bike, put her hands behind her back, and looked at his face: “Will you pick me up tonight?”
“Of course.” Gu Qing answered as if it were obvious.
He watched Lu Qianqian walk into campus. It was clearly just a short distance, but she looked back several times. Each time she turned around, she found Gu Qing still there, so her eyes remained bright and gentle.
Only after she completely disappeared from sight did Gu Qing finally ride away. His shirt pocket still contained the lunch money and evening grocery money Lu Qianqian had given him. Gu Qing rode to Shaxian County, ordered fried rice with egg and a big duck leg. After eating his fill, he went to the market to buy fresh ingredients, preparing dinner for Lu Qianqian.
When he was lying on the living room sofa watching TV, staring at the boring TV programs and tossing and turning on the sofa for nearly an hour, he suddenly sat up and rubbed his messy hair.
Why was he feeling lonely?
Gu Qing turned off the TV and looked at his reflection in the screen.
In past years at this time, he was either spacing out under bridges or thinking about where to solve his lunch problem. But these past days at this time, he should have been tutoring Lu Qianqian with homework. After finishing, he could enjoy Qianqian-sama’s massage service, then start thinking about what to eat for dinner. After eating his fill, they could hug each other or lean on the sofa watching boring TV programs.
He never used to feel lonely, but now he felt his bones aching emptily, as if ants had eaten out his bone marrow. He neither wanted to lie down nor move. Looking at the bright spring outside the window, he began instinctively going crazy.
He picked up the utility knife he always carried, but after hesitating for a long time, he still didn’t cut his wrist open again.
He began wrapping himself tightly in blankets trying to sleep deeply, but when he woke up it was only 1 PM.
He had never felt time become so long on any single day—long enough to be frightening. His mind began wandering uncontrollably: why did people have to study? Learning the rigid knowledge in books, being influenced by that knowledge to become identical people. Lu Qianqian actually didn’t need to study—her very existence was part of the world’s truth.
Gu Qing suddenly wanted to bang his head against the wall, but was afraid of getting blood on the wall and being punished by Qianqian-sama when she returned.
He began rolling around on the floor, started doing housework, cleaning the room, even getting so bored that he carefully refolded all the clothes in Lu Qianqian’s closet, folding them neatly.
This action made him accidentally discover Lu Qianqian’s newly bought, still unopened, white silk nearly transparent underwear. It was sinfully light and sheer. Gu Qing carefully put it back in place, pret