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March 15, 2023 at 2:02 AM

I have a love-hate-love opinion on Qi Yan 😑...I mean come on Lu Mama maybe an M, but Qi Yan never really expressed her intention other than the usual teasing, the nerve to act like that.

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March 15, 2023 at 7:24 AM

Qi Yan has that "Domineering CEO" personality that's so common in a lot of the romance novels from... certain places... She sorta started with the "you're not like other girls" cliché and now we're at the possessive, stalking, forceful s*dual advances... Not a fan no matter the gender, but it's been right at the edge of tolerable so far. Time will tell I guess.

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March 15, 2023 at 10:33 AM

Yeah, but don't wanna blame it on the culture, I've read much worse. I pretty much gobble up red flags for breakfast, but still they really leave a bad taste. The kabedon style, grab my wrist pin me to the wall kind of romance ought to be phased out... unless maybe it's the main genre.

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July 3, 2023 at 11:04 PM

Idk how to say this, i feel its not cross the line.. because LZQ don't push QY away (and gladly respond sometimes). Looks like LZQ not ready for changes and putting on guard. Maybe QY attitude made her think this is just a fling. It seems QY want a serious rship but she herself is not clear yet. They need to communicate seriously and express themselves more.

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January 24, 2024 at 1:04 PM

If they're not meant to be, their paths will not cross all the time now... So ambiguous though, I still very much like the 'when will they, when will they not' thingy going on, this author writes this style so well... Keep stringing us along haha 😂

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 Chapter 22: DrunkSource: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=3975255<div> Standing outside for a long time, Lu Zhiqiao's body was cold; her face and nose were icy cold. Qi Yan traces the biting chill, breathing with anger, eager and short, venting arrogantly. It spread from the lips, and finally stopped on the tear mole, leaving only gentleness and care. Inside the knitted jacket is a cotton long sleeved blouse, clinging close to the body. Lu Zhiqiao was restrained and could not move. Feeling the warmth of the woman's palm, she struggled a few times, but it was useless, so she closed her eyes helplessly. The corner of Zhiqiao's eye is hot, feeling the slightly burning breath, Qi Yan became careful, afraid to make her uncomfortable.  Qi Yan loves her tear mole very much, it's in the right position, it's vivid and sympathetic, giving soft kisses, probing around it, the more she tastes it, the more addictive it becomes, and she can't control herself. Focusing only on the mole, she let go of her hands, and just stuck to the long-sleeved shirt without moving. Lu Zhiqiao's back was tense, her brain was inexplicably stimulated, and she felt a vague sense of excitement. She subconsciously hugged Qi Yan's shoulders, a little afraid but also a little expectant. Curiosity and shame surged up, making her like an obedient lamb. "Lying to me." Qi Yan sucked her tear mole and snorted, "Huh?" "Working overtime? At the company? Huh?" "You're guilty that's why you lied right?" "No..." Lu Zhiqiao turned her face away. The tear mole under her lips was gone, Qi Yan frowned, grabbed her chin, carefully moved it over, and said angrily, "Don't move around." After speaking, she kissed her again. Lu Zhiqiao: "..." After pressing and kissing her for a while, Qi Yan was finally willing to let go of her poor tear mole, her eyes were still a little unsatisfied, and her slender arms held her firmly, "When I called you, right at the gate of the complex..." "I asked that on purpose." Lu Zhiqiao knew she was wrong, so she didn't say a word. "Why did you lie to me?" Qi Yan buried her face in her hair, not wanting to be seen with a messy expression on her face. That car and that man were not enough to disturb her peaceful heart, but the lie changed the nature of the matter. She didn't know Lu Zhiqiao at all, and she knew nothing about this woman, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, it would never be possible to know that she would lie to her. Because they  have no relationship, there is no obligation to explain. Lu Zhiqiao's reaction in the corridor just now is the best proof. Thinking about this, she felt a little disgusted with herself. She had been playing the role of a stalker all along, and the person she stalked was the deepest sea. She only saw the calm sea and the tip of the iceberg, but she didn't know how much water there was. Deep, with continuous glaciers underneath. For so many years, except for her first love, she has never taken the initiative to any woman. She has always been pursued by others. Others are her licking dogs, some are greedy for her skin and beauty, some want her to be rich, and some people really like her. But she is a bitch, and she didn't like any of them. She wanted to save a little dignity, coaxing herself that this was just for fun, but she couldn't resist Lu Zhiqiao coming to the door to confess and losing to that little mole of tears. Ah, she's about to start being obnoxious again. "Don't leave until I say so." Lu Zhiqiao couldn't help trembling. After all, she felt guilty in her heart. She let her make a move, and said in a low voice: "I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid you would ask what it was, and  I'd have to explain again, last time you..." "Okay." Qi Yan interrupted, pecking her lips, her cold and deep eyes bent into crescents, "I Got it, I believe it." "You don't have to say anything you don't want to say in the future, but you can't lie to me." Lu Zhiqiao took a light breath and nodded. Due to this person's occupational disease, she looks like a teacher lecturing, how could she dare to disagree. "I'm going back to cook, let go." "Aren't you eating here?" Lu Zhiqiao immediately frowned, and was just about to speak, Qi Yan let go of her, and raised the corner of her mouth: "I'm just teasing you." As she spoke, she straightened her hair, fastened the buttons one by one, and opened the door, "Go back, spend more time with your daughter." "Okay." The cold wind came in through the crack of the door, and just as Lu Zhiqiao stepped out with one foot, Qi Yan suddenly grabbed her again. Wrist, "Wait a minute." She turned her head. "Next Friday, Christmas Eve, are you free?" "I have an appointment with a client." Lu Zhiqiao truthfully said that her work schedule has been scheduled until the day before New Year's Eve, and there will be many things to be busy after the new year. This time it is not a lie. Qi Yan lowered her eyelids to hide the disappointment in her eyes, nodded, and slowly let go of her hand: "It's okay, let's go." On Christmas Eve, several commercial streets in the urban area were very lively. The flow of people is significantly larger than usual, and young couples walking hand in hand can be seen everywhere. Qi Yan and her friends went out for dinner, and it happened that someone had a birthday today, and the banquet hall of a five-star hotel was booked for a party. Those who had partners brought their partners and those who didn’t, brought friends. A large group of people had fun until after nine o’clock. She didn't  know who proposed to go to the bar, saying that tonight there is an event to quit singlehood. According to Qi Yan's usual temperament, they expected her to go, find a mature woman who suits her taste to open a room, and solve her physical needs. But today she was not in the mood. She thought the place was noisy, so she declined the invitation and left early. Tonight is cloudy, without stars and moon, and the whole city is shrouded in darkness. To go back, you have to pass a road full of exotic buildings. This road is wide and has few cars and is relatively quiet. Qi Yan slowed down the speed of the car to 30 yards, crawled slowly, and then turned on the music player. She hadn't  listened to it for a long time. The song she heard last time is automatically played. The melody is very familiar.  ——You said that we met each other too late, and I said that I was not brave enough to love you  ... She still remembers very old songs, and her first love especially likes to listen to them. She didn't delete it. Pooh. Qi Yan spat in her heart, and was about to change the song, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a very familiar figure on the side of the road diagonally ahead, she subconsciously stepped on the brake lightly, and when she slowed down to the point where she slowly slid past, she floored the brakes and stopped. The headlights were strong, dyeing the surroundings as bright as day, which also made her see more clearly—the woman was slender, with an apricot-colored windbreaker that covers up to her calves, and her shoulder-length curly hair was messed up by the wind. She was leaning on the electric pole, vomiting in the dark. Qi Yan frowned, got out of her car and ran over, holding her shoulders: "What's the matter?" Lu Zhiqiao raised her head, but before she could take a look at her, her stomach churned again to, and she bent down and vomited in the trash can, before taking a breath, she vomited two or three times in succession. A strong smell of alcohol spread out, and the smell was very offensive. Looks like she drank a lot. Qi Yan patted her on the back, turned around and brought paper towels and mineral water from the car, took several times to wipe her mouth, then unscrewed the bottle cap, brought it to her mouth, and coaxed softly: "Drink a little, rinse your mouth." Lu Zhiqiao panted low, her face was so red that it seemed almost on fire, she trembled to take a sip of water, held it in her mouth for a moment, spit it out, then her hind leg went limp, and she fell into Qi Yan's arms… The night was thick and the sky was dark. The neon lights on both sides of the street quickly passed by the window of the white car. After a while, they finally arrived at the complex. "Come on, slow down, give me your hand." Qi Yan helped the drunk Lu Zhiqiao out of the car, raised her arms around her neck, put them on her shoulders, and entered the elevator with her arms half on her back. This person looked thin, but she was not light. Because she was drunk and couldn't stand steadily, all her weight was on Qi Yan's body, and her mind was dizzy. They were so close that the scorching breath with the smell of alcohol rushed to Qi Yan's ears, making it a little numb and itchy. On the ninth floor, she led them to 901. "Hmm." Lu Zhiqiao suddenly whispered, raised her eyelids, and said in a hoarse voice: "Let's go to your house..." <a href="https://love4baihe.blogspot.com/2023/03/ch-21-there-are-always-teachers-who.html" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; text-decoration-line: none; white-space: normal;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><<PREV</a> | <a href="https://love4baihe.blogspot.com/2023/03/there-are-always-teachers-who-want-to.html" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; text-decoration-line: none; white-space: normal;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">TOC</a> |  <a href="https://love4baihe.blogspot.com/2023/03/index.html" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; text-decoration-line: none; white-space: normal;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">INDEX</a> | <a href="https://love4baihe.blogspot.com/2023/03/ch-23-there-are-always-teachers-who.html">NEXT>></a></div>

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