Capturing Qingqing's Heart (3)

"Qingqing, I'll help you upstairs." After turning on the lights in the third-floor room, Ye Xiaofeng helped Qingqing over to the bed and sat her down.

"Um, rest here. I'm going out for a while." Ye Xiaofeng did not want to take advantage of her vulnerability. Besides, they were still young.

"You're not allowed to leave! Ye Xiaofeng, you bastard! You chased me halfway, and now you want to let go?" Whether Qingqing was truly drunk or using the alcohol to speak her mind, she grabbed Ye Xiaofeng's hand as he turned to leave.

"Alright, alright, I won't leave. Get some rest. I'll stay with you—I'll sleep on the sofa." Ye Xiaofeng had no choice but to agree. He did not take Qingqing's cursing to heart.

Qingqing was thoroughly drunk and collapsed dazedly onto the bed. Ye Xiaofeng could only take off her shoes. Under the light, her drunken face was flushed, and her chest strained against her clothes, but Ye Xiaofeng did not take advantage of her. There should be boundaries between men and women, so he did not remove her clothes, only tucked her in properly.

Ye Xiaofeng switched off the light and returned to the sofa. The moonlight was particularly bright that night, so he could still see inside the room. But he had no interest in admiring the moon. He lay on the sofa and closed his eyes. After being out all day and drinking a little, he was indeed tired. He did not know when he fell asleep.

Deep into the night, he was awakened by the sound of crying. Ye Xiaofeng's senses had always been sharper than those of ordinary people. Seeing Qingqing crying by herself, he hurriedly got up.

"Qingqing, why are you crying? What happened?" Ye Xiaofeng walked to the bedside by the moonlight and asked with concern.

"Do you not like me?" Qingqing looked at Ye Xiaofeng through her tears. She had pretended to be drunk while half-drunk in the first place just to see how Ye Xiaofeng felt about her.

If Ye Xiaofeng had chosen to take advantage of her, then even if he had gotten her, she would never have let him into her heart. But when she saw his gentlemanly side, her heart ached. She was afraid that she was not pretty enough, which was why Ye Xiaofeng had not touched her.

Without realizing it, she had placed Ye Xiaofeng in the most important place in her heart. She had lost both her parents when she was young, so she craved Ye Xiaofeng's concern and affection even more.

"No. Why would you think that?" Seeing Qingqing's reddened eyes, Ye Xiaofeng felt an inexplicable ache in his heart and could not help pulling her into his embrace.

It would have been better if he had not hugged her. Once he did, she cried even harder than before. Ye Xiaofeng had no idea how to comfort her.

"I'm scared to sleep alone." After waiting for a long time, Qingqing finally stopped crying and spoke softly to Ye Xiaofeng.

"What are you scared of? I'm sleeping on the sofa." Ye Xiaofeng still did not understand what Qingqing meant.

"Can you sleep with me?" Qingqing bit her lip and said it with a flushed face, then buried her head deeply in Ye Xiaofeng's chest.

"Silly Qingqing, aren't I staying here with you? Did the alcohol muddle your head?" Ye Xiaofeng said as he touched Qingqing's forehead.

"Sleep over here." Qingqing still had her head buried against him, speaking in a tiny voice, but Ye Xiaofeng heard her clearly.

Ye Xiaofeng suddenly understood why Qingqing had cried, why she had said she was scared. It was all because of him. She did not like being treated warmly one moment and coldly the next; she longed for more warmth.

Qingqing pulled away from Ye Xiaofeng's embrace and shifted farther inward on the bed. Ye Xiaofeng took off his shoes and lay down at the very edge.

"Why are you sleeping in your clothes?" Qingqing complained unhappily.

Ye Xiaofeng did not argue. He took off his coat and pants, lay at the edge of the bed, and closed his eyes, wanting to fall asleep as soon as possible.

"Xiaofeng, why is your forehead so sweaty? Are you sick? Don't sleep at the edge—sleep in the middle. It'll be warmer." As she spoke, she tugged on Ye Xiaofeng's arm.

"I'm fine. I'm used to sleeping by the edge of the bed." Ye Xiaofeng's heart was in turmoil. What sin had he committed? This little vixen tormented him every moment. He kept telling himself, Ye Xiaofeng, stay calm. Stay calm.

"Are you disgusted by me?" Qingqing's eyes reddened again as if she were about to cry. Ye Xiaofeng could not bear it, so he quickly shifted to the middle of the bed.

"Alright, Qingqing, now we can sleep." Ye Xiaofeng looked at Qingqing calmly, then hurriedly shut his eyes.

"Mhm, I'll listen to you." Seeing Ye Xiaofeng's eyes tightly closed and cold sweat beading on his forehead, Qingqing suddenly gave a mischievous smile.

Ye Xiaofeng thought Qingqing had settled down to sleep, but this clever girl began fidgeting again.

"Qingqing, you... why aren't you wearing any clothes?" Qingqing kept moving around against him, and Ye Xiaofeng sensed something was wrong. He had not noticed while she was crying, but the silly girl was now wearing only her last layer.

"Do you want me to die of heat by sleeping in clothes? Besides, I'm still wearing something, aren't I? Have you ever seen a girl sleep fully dressed?" Qingqing cheekily shot back at Ye Xiaofeng.

"Xiaofeng, are you uncomfortable?" Qingqing burrowed into Ye Xiaofeng's arms and traced circles on his body with her finger.

"Little vixen, stop fooling around and go to sleep." Ye Xiaofeng's throat was dry.

"I'm going to fool around. What are you going to do about it?" Qingqing said, pressing herself closer to Ye Xiaofeng.

"Nothing. Go to sleep." Ye Xiaofeng became even more nervous.

"No, I want to see." Qingqing grew even more curious and directly rolled over, straddling Ye Xiaofeng.

"No!" Ye Xiaofeng did not have time to stop her before Qingqing tossed away his final piece of clothing.

"Ye Xiaofeng, get lost!" Qingqing saw what she should not have seen and immediately turned scarlet.

"You were the one seducing me." With the arrow on the string, there was no turning back. Ye Xiaofeng stopped caring about anything else.

Because of their antics the night before, Ye Xiaofeng did not wake until noon. The two were naked, and Qingqing was still in his arms. Ye Xiaofeng carefully got up and went to fill the bathtub with hot water.

After what had happened the previous night, Ye Xiaofeng wanted to protect the girl before him even more. At the most critical moment the night before, he had restrained himself. He did not want to ruin Qingqing like that.

"What are you thinking about?" Qingqing opened her eyes and saw Ye Xiaofeng standing by the bed looking at her. Still groggy, she rubbed her eyes.

"Nothing. Just thinking that this little vixen stole my heart." Ye Xiaofeng smiled.

"Who knows how many girls you've deceived with that rotten mouth of yours?" Qingqing said that, but inwardly she was delighted.

"Is my mouth rotten? I wonder who kissed it all night last night." Ye Xiaofeng deliberately teased her.

"You're asking for it! It's broad daylight, and you still aren't dressed. Aren't you ashamed?" Qingqing scolded Ye Xiaofeng as she looked at his naked, well-built body.

"You've got some nerve saying that. Look at yourself." Ye Xiaofeng pointed at Qingqing's body.

"Ah! Ye Xiaofeng, you big bastard! You filthy pervert!" Qingqing hurriedly wrapped herself in the blanket and grabbed a pillow, hurling it at him.

"Hehe, you can't hit me." Ye Xiaofeng caught the pillow and walked toward the bed with a lewd grin.

"Go away, you big bad guy!" Qingqing immediately swung her right hand at him, but how could Ye Xiaofeng let her succeed? He caught her arm in midair.