Lin Qingping and Gu Juncheng

Chapter 141 Lin Qingping, what are you wearing?

Lin Qingping was only wearing this set of underwear.

The bright red silk fabric was lined with thin sponge, and according to her design, Meili did a great job of creating a gathered effect.

Lin Qingping admired her masterpiece in front of the mirror, thinking that this lingerie should be a bestseller.

Gu Juncheng appeared at this time.

It's just a bedroom door; opening it is a piece of cake for him.

However, he never expected that this would be the scene after the door opened.

Lin Qingping stood with her back to him, her snow-white skin glowing like jade under the lamplight, as if covered with a faint light.

From behind, all that could be seen was a narrow triangular piece of cloth covering her full, round buttocks, the bright red color making her skin appear even whiter than snow.

There was only a thin, bright red strap across its snow-white back, a striking sight that made one wonder what kind of scenery lay ahead.

Her curves were winding, and that section of her snow-white waist had never appeared so slender, so slender that it seemed he could pinch it with one hand...

With just a fleeting glance, Gu Juncheng's eyes flickered between light and darkness.

Lin Qingping heard the door open and saw him enter in the mirror. She instinctively crossed her arms to cover herself, but then heard a loud shout from behind, "Lin Qingping, what the hell are you wearing?!"

"What are you doing here?" Lin Qingping asked him, clutching her chest.

She hadn't forgotten that she had arranged for him to sleep on the sofa today!

Gu Juncheng's face darkened. "How would I know what kind of tricks you're playing if I don't come in?"

His face was dark, his tone was reprimanding, but his eyes were fixed on her.

Lin Qingping, who had been crossing her arms, simply let go, turned around, and asked him with her chin raised, "What trick did I play?"

The moment she turned around, Gu Juncheng's eyes widened.

More beautiful than a lychee after it has shed its shell, more stunning than a peony covered in snow.

"Lin Qingping!" His voice gruffed, "You need to know your limits!"

Lin Qingping snorted, placed her hands on his shoulders, and her eyes shimmered. "Where did I go too far? Tell me?"

Gu Juncheng's eyes were practically spitting fire, but it was unclear whether it was the fire of rage or something else entirely...

The fire clung to her body, as if it were about to melt her.

His voice grew increasingly hoarse, and he gripped her waist with both hands, his tone extremely stern, "What are you wearing? Where did you get this thing? How can you even wear it?"

"What's wrong with me wearing this?" Lin Qingping's provocative gaze grew even more pronounced. "Is it indecent?"

Gu Juncheng pursed his lips, his meaning all too clear: This wasn't my statement!

But that's exactly what you mean!

Lin Qingping snorted, "Why didn't you say I was indecent when I wasn't wearing clothes? I'm wearing clothes now!"

Gu Juncheng choked, "How can these be the same?"

"What's different?" Lin Qingping moved even closer to him, her bright red silk handkerchief gently brushing against his clothes. Her eyes sparkled, and her voice was so sweet it was almost dripping with water. "Since it's indecent, why are you grabbing me so tightly? You're almost breaking my waist!"

Gu Juncheng then realized that his hands, which were holding her slender waist, were already covered in sweat...

"You little vixen!" he gritted his teeth, pulling her tightly into his arms. "You can only wear this in front of me!"

Lin Qingping rolled her eyes. Did she think she could walk around in her underwear?

But today, she insisted on going against the grain, saying, "So what? They even have lingerie shows! Ah—"

As she spoke, she felt herself being lifted into the air, picked up by him, and then fall heavily onto the soft bed.

His burning lips were already on her neck. Hearing her words, he casually asked, "What does 'show' mean?"

"It's about walking around on stage and performing for people, with music, ah—" Lin Qingping felt a sharp pain in her neck; he had bitten her. "Gu Juncheng! Why did you bite me? It hurts!"

"I'll bite you? I'll hit you!" Gu Juncheng leaned over her, looking down at her with genuine anger in his eyes this time. "What did you just say? You want to walk around on stage in clothes like this for people to see? Lin Qingping, say that again!"

Lin Qingping pouted. She knew that if she talked about the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show to people of this era, no one would believe her. They would probably think she was crazy, let alone Gu Juncheng, that old-fashioned guy!

"I was just saying, why are you making such a fuss?" she muttered.

"Am I being overreacting? Or is it my fault? Lin Qingping, try saying this outside and see what the consequences will be!" Gu Juncheng's face was serious, genuinely serious.

Lin Qingping knew that at this time, the issue of conduct was still a very serious one. Even some young people who were learning to wear bell-bottoms were disapproved of by many people who thought it was immoral. She certainly wasn't going to say what she was saying in public, and she wouldn't say it anyway! Wasn't this deliberately challenging him?

But Lin Qingping snorted, "If it's not your fault, is it mine? Then hit me! Didn't you say you were going to hit me? Go ahead and hit me!"

Gu Juncheng: ...

"Hmph, a man who's about to punch his wife, isn't he right? Or is it my fault?" Lin Qingping rolled her eyes to the heavens.

"When did I..."

"You just said it yourself! You're denying what you said? You dare to say it but not to admit it? Gu Juncheng, are you even a man?"

Gu Juncheng: ...

"I was just saying that casually, how could I possibly..."

"How can I believe you just said it casually? You said it yourself, how far are you from doing it? Isn't a gentleman's word a bond?"

Gu Juncheng: ...

Lin Qingping glanced at him discreetly, noticing his troubled expression. She snorted, then struggled beneath him forcefully, even managing to force tears to well up in her eyes. "Let me go! I... I'm going to write a letter to Mom and tell her you hit me..."

Gu Juncheng looked bewildered and innocent, "When did I hit you..."

Just now, people were criticizing him for saying that, and now it's become a reality?

"You have it, you have it!" Lin Qingping struggled even more fiercely.

Gu Juncheng was already aroused by her outfit tonight, and he couldn't stand her lingering any longer. He felt his breath was burning hot and pressed her down, saying, "Stop moving around, grandma."

"I'm going to move! Are you trying to restrict my freedom? You won't even let me move?" She looked at him with her watery eyes full of grievance.

Gu Juncheng: ...

What is this all about?

The person beneath her continued to writhe restlessly, his rough hands brushing against her lower back as he pressed her tightly against him. "Lin Qingping, look what you've got to do!"

"No!" Lin Qingping supported his shoulders with both hands and pushed him outward with all her might.

"Why not?" He was starting to lose control of himself.

"We haven't finished talking yet! I'm not happy!"

Gu Juncheng sighed helplessly, barely managing to control himself, "What would make you happy? Is there anything else you haven't said?"

"Write a guarantee!"

Gu Juncheng: ...

"Promise me you'll never hit me again. Also, you promised me I'd make the decisions at home, but you didn't do that today. You need to reflect on your actions."

So that's where he was waiting...

Is he referring to the fact that he invited Yun Yan and his son to his home for dinner?

"You need to understand this deeply. Write 600 words. You're not allowed to go back to your room until you finish. No, you can't go back even after you finish. And you're not allowed to break down the door. I'm tired and I'm going to sleep."

Gu Juncheng looked down at this tormenting thing. He could disregard her feelings and force himself to satisfy her. He also believed that if he really did that, she would be helpless and might even be brought to pleasure by him.

But in the end, he was defeated by her pitiful eyes and her pouting lips.

"You really are..." He sucked hard on her pouting lips, then got off her. "Okay, I'll get off."

The person is finally gone.

Lin Qingping got up and changed back into her pajamas, but the air was still unbearably hot, filled with the suffocating lingering scent he had left behind.

She touched her face; it was burning hot.

Asking Gu Juncheng to promise not to hit her was just a way of being coquettish; she always believed him and that he would never lay a finger on her. However, the presence of Yun Yan and his son did make her feel vaguely uneasy.

Yun Yan is a teacher at her school, so she couldn't afford to offend him. That's why she didn't stop them from coming home for dinner today. However, she didn't want them to have any closer contact anymore, and she didn't want Zhiyuan and Yun Xiaoshan to have too much interaction...

She drifted off to sleep, lost in her own thoughts.

Early in the morning, a few raindrops fell. It was a rare cool weekend morning, and Lin Qingping was sleeping very comfortably when she was awakened by a knock on the door.

"Am I in?" the person outside said.

Lin Qingping woke up, but didn't make a sound.

"If you don't speak, I'll take that as a yes?"

The people outside waited for a while, but she didn't say anything. They took it as a yes, pushed the door open, and locked it from the inside.

"What are you doing?" Lin Qingping asked alertly as she turned over.

"Hand in your homework! No, hand in a guarantee." Gu Juncheng handed her a piece of paper.

He actually wrote it...

Lin Qingping stretched out her snow-white arm, snatched it, and examined it.

First, count each character to see if it reaches 600 characters.

When I counted them, there were over eight hundred.

"Too much nonsense! Just padding the word count!" Lin Qingping snorted, but there was nothing wrong with the word count itself; it was all about the content.

First, she wrote a guarantee that she would not hit anyone, which was about 400 words long. Then she wrote that she would respect her ideas in the future and would not get too close to the Yun family.

"Is this the truth?" Lin Qingping returned the guarantee to him.

"Of course." He nodded. "Actually, that's what I was thinking yesterday. You must have your reasons for doing this. Yesterday, since they were already at my doorstep and I happened to come back, it wouldn't be right to not let them in. But I'll be more careful about how I conduct myself in the future."

"Aren't you going to ask me why I dislike them so much?" Lin Qingping couldn't say that she categorized people as unapproachable because of a dream and vague memories from her past life.

"Tell me if you want to, or it's okay if you don't," he said, and then sat on the edge of the bed.

"I will not say!"

"Fine, then I won't say."

Lin Qingping belatedly realized that the person had moved from the edge of the bed into the blankets, and that there was now a pair of burning hands on her body.

"Gu Juncheng!" she whispered.

"Why aren't you wearing it?" he whispered in her ear.

Lin Qingping: ...

"Gu Juncheng, what did you say last night?"

His rough fingertips brushed against her skin. "I said, you can only wear it for me to see."

Lin Qingping struggled to resist the shivers that his fingers sent shivers down her spine and kicked him.

"Gu Juncheng, you're the one who's offensive to public morals! You're shameless!"

"Gu Juncheng, tell me, is it because of this that you wrote such a sincere guarantee?"

"Gu Juncheng, let me go..."

No matter what she said, this time, Gu Juncheng did not let her off the hook.

In her increasingly soft voice, she knew she too was succumbing to the heat, the heat that had dissipated last night due to the rain reigniting this morning.

In the end, Lin Qingping was left with only regret.

If I had known, I would have gone along with him last night; it would have been better than being tormented for the entire morning.

In broad daylight, with Zhiyuan and Sister Zhao both at home, she dared not make a sound. When she couldn't control herself, she could only bite Gu Juncheng's shoulder, leaving one tooth mark after another.

But so what?

All morning, they didn't go down to eat breakfast or prepare lunch. Zhiyuan, that little brat, doesn't understand anything. Doesn't Sister Zhao know what they're doing?

That's absolutely embarrassing!

Finally, Lin Qingping's stomach started growling, which was particularly clear in the room where only heavy breathing could be heard, making Gu Juncheng chuckle.

"Try laughing again! It's all your fault!" Lin Qingping's eyes were flushed, and she looked at him with a reproachful gaze.

He bent down and kissed her. "I'll go bring you your food."

"No!" What kind of talk is that! Are they afraid others won't know what they're doing?

Lin Qingping glared at him fiercely, endured the soreness and got out of bed. When she came downstairs after taking a shower, her face was still flushed.

Sister Zhao wouldn't say anything; they've all been through this before, and they understand each other implicitly.

Zhiyuan, however, glanced at her and suddenly became nervous, "You two...you're not going to fight, are you?"

Lin Qingping: ...

Is the fight this child is talking about the kind of fight she's thinking about?

Zhiyuan's face was very serious. "You can't beat him! Next time you get into a fight, call me and I'll help you!"

Lin Qingping: ...

Okay, she was wrong. It's all Gu Juncheng's fault. Her mind is full of dirty thoughts right now!

"We didn't fight, don't overthink it." A harmonious family is beneficial for a child's healthy growth. Besides, they really didn't fight.

Sister Zhao brought over the dishes and gave her a wink.

She suddenly realized something and touched her neck...

"It wasn't a fight, it was an insect bite. I didn't close the window when I went to sleep last night."

Zhiyuan's eyes widened. "What kind of insect bit me like this?"

"Bed bugs!" Lin Qingping said without hesitation.

Gu Juncheng, who was coming downstairs: ...

"So... have you two made up?" Zhiyuan glanced at Gu Juncheng and asked in a low voice.

"I guess so." Lin Qingping took a sip of porridge and felt some relief from her rumbling stomach.

Zhiyuan nodded maturely, "That's alright. He wrote a guarantee of 800 words last night."

Lin Qingping: ...

"You pay a lot of attention!" Lin Qingping tapped his head.

"That's what my Uncle Gu said. He told me to learn from this, because I'll have plenty of opportunities to write this stuff when I go to school."

Lin Qingping: ...