Heartthrob, Your Image is Crumbling!

Chapter 367: Old Couple

Seeing Su Qing keeping her head down in silence and ignoring his questions, Zhou Yuwen curiously leaned over to take a look. To his surprise, he found her eyes already brimming with tears.This thoroughly confused him. "What's wrong?" he asked. "No matter how good the egg fried rice is, it couldn't possibly make you cry, could it?"

"No, it's not that." Realizing she had lost her composure, Su Qing hurriedly wiped her tears away, though the rims of her eyes remained a bit red.

She looked at him and finally asked, "Zhou Yuwen, can we reconcile?"

"..."

Speechless for a moment, Zhou Yuwen could only lower his head and take a couple of sips of cola. "Everything is fine right now. Why bring this up again?" he asked.

"Doesn't how we are right now count as having reconciled?"

"No, it doesn't. We need to get married. This time, we will never separate, and I'm going to have your children."

As she spoke, Su Qing took the initiative to straddle Zhou Yuwen's lap.

Having just taken a shower, she still smelled wonderfully fragrant. Her white shirt was made of a silky satin material, exceptionally smooth to the touch, and her beautiful legs were sheathed in nude stockings.

Naturally, when she straddled him, Zhou Yuwen's hands ended up resting against her stockings.

Zhou Yuwen noticed she had put on a fresh pair. There was a hollow pattern near her thighs that felt almost like reading Braille under his fingertips. It looked incredibly appealing.

Resting her hands on his shoulders, Su Qing spoke with utter seriousness. "Zhou Yuwen, let's reconcile. I can ignore your past with Yan Yan, and I can turn a blind eye to the other women. Just marry me again, okay?"

Sitting on his lap, her head was half a head higher than his. She cupped his chin as she made her earnest plea.

"You're doing this again," Zhou Yuwen sighed.

"It's not a question of whether I'll marry you or not. Even if I wanted to, we aren't old enough yet," Zhou Yuwen said, wrapping his arms around her slender waist.

During this exchange, Su Qing gently brushed her lips against his.

It was like a shallow kiss.

And Zhou Yuwen didn't reject her.

"Then when we reach the right age, will you marry me?" she asked, pressing her forehead against his with a pout.

Meanwhile, Zhou Yuwen gladly accepted the affection, but when it came to answering, he simply deflected. "We'll talk about it when the time comes."

Hearing his response, Su Qing felt a bit discouraged.

Zhou Yuwen, however, wasn't thinking that far ahead. While they were kissing just a moment ago, his hands had already started misbehaving.

Now, he sounded surprised. "Huh, you aren't wearing any underwear?"

Su Qing rolled her eyes at him. "I just finished showering. Why would I put on underwear?"

Zhou Yuwen thought about it for a second. That made sense.

'If she wasn't wearing underwear up top,'

'What about down below?'

With that thought, he lifted the hem of her shirt.

"You just showered, so why are you dressed so neatly down here?"

Annoyed, Su Qing rolled her eyes again. She pinched his ears with both hands and scolded him for being indecent.

Zhou Yuwen pretended to be in immense pain, crying out, "Ahhh! It hurts, it hurts!"

Even as he complained, he nuzzled deeper into her embrace.

He left her completely helpless against his antics.

Hugging her slender waist tightly with both hands, he pulled her flush against his chest and asked, "Are you still hungry?"

"Of course I am! I barely had a few bites!"

Under the dim lighting of the two-bedroom, one-living room apartment.

The woman in the white shirt straddled the man's lap. The collar of her shirt had been unbuttoned, and their playful tugging had already exposed half of a beautiful shoulder.

Her beautiful legs in stockings hovered slightly in the air, not touching the ground. To maintain her balance, her dainty feet were slightly flexed, perfectly accentuating the graceful curve of her calves.

Resting his chin against her chest, Zhou Yuwen murmured, "Then can you wait a little longer to eat? Let me fill my stomach first, okay?"

"Hmph!"

Su Qing shot him another eye roll.

But as she looked down at the stinky hubby resting in her arms, she lowered her head slightly.

Then, the two began to kiss.

This time, it was a long, deep kiss.

At first, Zhou Yuwen's hands moved with gentle tenderness.

But as everyone knows, wandering hands always grow bolder the longer a kiss lasts.

"Mmm..."

Eventually, his caresses grew much heavier.

Unable to hold back any longer, Su Qing began to let out soft whimpers.

The two made out passionately right there in the kitchen. Soon enough, Zhou Yuwen couldn't hold back anymore. He stood up abruptly, lifting her entirely off her feet.

In response, Su Qing tightly wrapped her beautiful legs in stockings around his waist.

Zhou Yuwen carried her over and set her down on the dining table.

Never breaking the kiss.

By now, the buttons on her shirt were completely undone.

Zhou Yuwen kept his face buried in her chest.

Su Qing kept her eyes squeezed shut.

Leaning back on the dining table, she held his head tightly with both hands, letting out breathy sounds from time to time.

Beneath the dim light of the chandelier, her expression was exceptionally alluring. She looked as though she was enduring some kind of torture, yet this punishment was anything but agonizing. Her eyes remained tightly shut.

A deep blush was glaringly obvious under the light.

One moment her small mouth was slightly parted, and the next, she was biting hard on her lower lip.

Sitting on the table, she raised her beautiful legs in stockings high on either side of him, locking them securely around his waist.

With quick and efficient movements.

Zhou Yuwen slipped the pale pink small clothing item from beneath the hem of her shirt, pulling it all the way down her beautiful legs in stockings.

It ended up dangling from one of her ankles.

By now, she was lying completely flat on the dining table.

Her head was tilted back, facing the chandelier directly.

The brightness made her squint slightly.

She could only watch as Zhou Yuwen hovered over her, teasingly saying, "You made such a fuss about coming up here, but it's exactly the same up here anyway."

"It is not the same," she retorted with a pout.

"Stubborn."

Zhou Yuwen chuckled softly. Leaning in close to her ear, he placed a kiss on her earlobe and whispered, "Wife, I think we're finally getting the complete experience this time."

"Hmph, you're so... annoying..."

Under the light, Su Qing had started out giggling and smiling, but her brows suddenly furrowed.

Her small wooden dining table wasn't exactly the sturdiest piece of furniture. While it could easily support her weight, it began to creak and groan under the rhythmic strain.

Come to think of it, despite having been married to her for two years in his previous life, they had never actually tried anything in a setting like this.

Most notably, as she broke a sweat and let out soft whimpers, Zhou Yuwen warned her in a low voice, "You have to keep it down this time."

"The soundproofing in your place... isn't very good."

"What if... someone else hears?"

His words were punctuated by the relentless squeaking of the table.

Her gorgeous feet, clad in stockings, swayed back and forth right in front of his eyes.

Well, she had just taken a shower anyway.

Not feeling disgusted in the slightest, Zhou Yuwen directly grabbed hold of both of her feet.

He brought them up to his nose and took a deep, deliberate sniff.

"Mmph... you bad guy!"

"If... if you know our soundproofing... is bad, why are we still... in the living room? The bedroom... has better soundproofing. Stop tickling the soles of my feet, it tickles..."

"Alright, to the bedroom it is!"

With that, he released her feet, gave a forceful thrust of his hips, and scooped her right up into his arms.

"Ah! Are you crazy?!"

She was genuinely startled.

Wrapping her beautiful legs around his waist, she clung to him for dear life.

Chuckling as he held her securely, he said, "Didn't you just say the soundproofing out here is terrible? Then let's head to the bedroom."

Saying that, he jogged toward the bedrooms with her still in his arms.

Seeing his eager, high-spirited expression, she couldn't help but find it amusing. Even in the middle of this, he still had the energy to carry her around.

Being younger than in his previous life really did have its perks.

"You scoundrel!"

She muttered, wrapping her arms tightly around his shoulders.

"You've got the wrong room! That's my mom's room."

"Oh, right!"

Zhou Yuwen quickly changed directions.

Alright, they were in.

He had been inside once in his previous life, but his memory of it was vague.

Su Qing's bedroom still retained the layout of a high school student. It had a small desk and a wardrobe.

And a single bed.

Though called a single bed, it was slightly larger than a standard dorm bed.

After all, it was just her and Pan Min living in the house.

Their material living standards were actually quite comfortable.

Of course, none of that mattered right now.

What was important now was that Zhou Yuwen laid her down on the bed and resumed what they had started.

The bedframe immediately began to squeak and rattle.

The soundproofing in the bedroom was indeed better than out in the living area.

Kissing deeply, they intertwined their fingers.

The soft whimpering continued.

"You devil... how are you so good at this...?"

"You're only just realizing?"

"Click!"

Right in the middle of their exchange, the unmistakable sound of the front door unlocking echoed through the apartment.

The noise gave them both a massive fright. They had been completely immersed in the moment, but instantly froze in place, all their movements grinding to a sudden, absolute halt.

"Shh."

Thankfully, when they had come into the bedroom, they hadn't turned on the light.

"Your mom is back," Zhou Yuwen whispered. The very first thing he did was grab the blanket beside them and throw it over the both of them.

"That's impossible, my mom isn't supposed to be back until after ten!" Panic flashed across her face as she glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand.

It was barely past eight o'clock.

'Why did Mom come home so early?'

"That's not the issue here," he hissed under his breath. "The issue is, what do we do now?"

She made a shushing gesture, urging him to stay completely quiet.

"I'm thinking," she breathed.

Exasperated, Zhou Yuwen whispered, "At this rate, I have no idea how I'm supposed to sneak out of here."

"Ah, just stop talking."

Frowning, she still couldn't believe her mother had returned so soon. She wanted him to stay absolutely still so she could listen closely—maybe it was just the neighbors next door.

She strained her ears, listening intently.

Suddenly, she let out another soft whimper and glared at him. "Stop moving!"

"How can I possibly not move...? Are we going to leave things halfway done again?"

"Mmm..." Su Qing couldn't help but furrow her brows.

Panic was bubbling in her chest, but the problem was that Zhou Yuwen was way past the point of caring.

"Zhou Yuwen, you..."

Biting down hard on her lower lip, she gripped the back of his head.

Meanwhile, out in the entryway, the front door clicked completely open.

Just off work, Pan Min walked inside, dressed in her sharp professional attire and stepping in her black high heels.

Today was just two days away from New Year's Eve, and children were outside setting off firecrackers.

She didn't hear the commotion from the back room. In fact, she found the living room exceptionally quiet. Only the small chandelier in the dining area was switched on.

'Has my daughter returned?'

'Why is there some egg fried rice left not finished eating?'

Having been busy all day up until now, Pan Min was already starving.

She noticed the fried rice was still warm.

"Qingqing?"

Pan Min called out tentatively toward the inner rooms a couple of times.

'But why are the lights in Su Qing's room turned off?'