Our Love, A Public Service - Chapter 94 [END]

Chapter 94: Wen-Ning

"I want to eat you first."

In the ambiguous atmosphere, Ning Qian blurted it out.

An air of possessiveness closed in. Wen Jin's gaze lingered on her face, her breathing quickening imperceptibly.

Meeting Wen Jin's calm eyes, Ning Qian's face flushed. She suddenly realized she had said something she shouldn't have—some "dirty talk." Wen Jin was, after all, publicly acknowledged as an ethereal goddess who seemed above worldly desires. For her to say such a thing to Wen Jin was going too far...

Ning Qian lowered her eyes, feeling awkward and embarrassed.

Before Wen Jin could react, her waist was released. She saw Ning Qian bend down to get a plate from the cabinet, preparing to serve the pan-fried steak.

It was as if nothing had just happened.

Wen Jin's heart hadn't calmed down yet. She stood frozen for half a second, watching Ning Qian's busy, head-down figure, and couldn't help but want to smile. Ning Qian hadn't changed; she was still so easily embarrassed.

The aroma of food still lingered in the kitchen.

"Let me," Wen Jin said, taking the plates from Ning Qian's hands.

"Okay," Ning Qian replied, glancing at her quickly. She was still mortified by what she had just said.

Wen Jin also glanced at the person beside her, a small smile curving her lips as she looked down. She speared a small piece of steak with a fork and held it to Ning Qian's lips. "Try it."

Ning Qian immediately opened her mouth to take it, the rich meat juices spreading through her mouth.

"Is it good?"

"Delicious." Ning Qian savored it carefully, then looked at Wen Jin and said in a low voice, "So tender and juicy."

A subtle silence fell over them both.

Ning Qian gave a wry smile. Why was she talking like a hooligan tonight?

Wen Jin's ears also grew slightly hot. Every time they were intimate, Ning Qian was especially afraid of hurting her and would always soothe her with her lips and tongue for a long time first. So when Ning Qian said she wanted to "eat" her, an image immediately formed in her mind.

Speaking of which, the last time they had been together was half a year ago.

It had been a long time...

Wen Jin's expression was calm, but a restless heat was rising within her.

"I was fine before, but now smelling this is making me hungry. Let's eat," Ning Qian said with a relaxed smile, trying to salvage her "improper" image.

"Okay," Wen Jin smiled.

After dinner, the night grew deep.

Wen Jin looked up, her gaze fixed on Ning Qian's face, and couldn't help but ask softly, "Are you going to shower now?"

Ning Qian nodded. "Yes." It had been a long day of travel, and she felt dusty.

"You go first. I'll get you a bath towel," Wen Jin said.

Ning Qian didn't want to trouble her, but Wen Jin had already gotten up and walked toward the bedroom.

In the bathroom, Ning Qian was removing her light makeup. Soon, Wen Jin came in with a clean bath towel and a hand towel, placing them on the nearby shelf.

Wen Jin gently closed the door, then took the makeup remover pad from Ning Qian's hand and helped her carefully wipe her cheeks.

These small details, woven into their shared life, were the sweetest and most moving.

The thought of being able to see her every day from now on made Ning Qian unable to stop smiling. While Wen Jin was helping her with her makeup, she hugged her again, face to face.

"All done."

"Thank you, girlfriend," Ning Qian said in a low, affectionate voice.

Seeing Ning Qian's bare-faced smile, Wen Jin thought she looked even more like her university self. Although time had left its marks, she was still warm and clear. She smiled too, her eyelashes fluttering. "Time for a shower."

"Mmm," Ning Qian replied, reluctant to let go, and was about to release her.

But Wen Jin showed no intention of leaving. Her fingertips brushed across Ning Qian's collarbone, slowly unbuttoning her shirt, one by one, revealing a hint of spring scenery at the neckline.

A rush of heat shot to Ning Qian's brain as she realized the meaning behind Wen Jin's "shower." She stared at Wen Jin, stunned, her chest slowly rising and falling.

Wen Jin looked up at her, leaned a little closer, and the sound from her throat was extremely soft: "Help me take off my dress."

Ning Qian's arms, which were about to let go, tightened again, her heart pounding violently.

Their clothes ended up in a pile, hastily tossed on the floor before they could make it to the laundry basket.

Their faces were very close, and under the warm light, they let their breaths collide ambiguously. They were both wearing black underneath, like a tacitly matched couple's set.

Wen Jin pressed the person in her arms against the sink, tilted her head, and tried to lean in for a kiss.

Ning Qian's heart was racing, her mouth dry. But she restrained herself, not meeting Wen Jin's lips, instead just caressing her cheek with her hot palm.

"What's wrong? Didn't you want to..." Wen Jin gazed at her, her voice ambiguous. "Did you miss me?"

Ning Qian was the one who wanted to ask Wen Jin what was wrong. Why was she so seductive tonight? So seductive she was driving her crazy! She looked at Wen Jin and said softly, "You don't have to accommodate me."

Wen Jin smiled. Sometimes she really didn't know what to do with Ning Qian. "Why do you always think I'm accommodating you?" She didn't want Ning Qian to mistake her affection for a kind of compensation for the past.

"I..."

Wen Jin bit her slightly parted lips, a hint of punishment in the gesture, but the bite was light and gentle.

Ning Qian would willingly accept such a punishment a thousand times over.

"Actually, you can ask for more from me," Wen Jin said. In front of her, Ning Qian was like the easiest child to please, happy and satisfied with just a single piece of candy.

"Don't wrong yourself," Wen Jin added.

"How am I wronging myself? I couldn't be happier to be with you."

How could a secret crush not involve feeling wronged? It was just that she had become accustomed to a humble kind of love, and over time, she no longer saw that humble posture as a grievance, but took it for granted.

Wen Jin hugged Ning Qian tightly. "Don't forget, I love you too." While she might often feel a pang of sympathy and a desire to make it up to her, for two people to walk forward together, it had to be out of mutual love, not compensation.

Ning Qian understood. "Mmm."

They were both too considerate of each other's feelings.

Wen Jin smiled and kissed her forehead, burying her head in the crook of her neck, enveloped by the scent she loved, full of fondness. Ning Qian had aroused her in the kitchen but hadn't followed through.

Ning Qian closed her eyes and sighed. She hooked her arms around Wen Jin's neck, eagerly lowering her head to capture Wen Jin's lips. Their tongues intertwined, using a deep kiss to quench the dryness in her throat.

A metal clasp popped open under her fingertips, and two black garments fell onto the sink, swaying ambiguously.

Ning Qian ran her fingers through Wen Jin's hair, which she had mussed up, and kissed her lips, asking in a sticky, muffled voice, "So tonight, can I ask for more?"

Wen Jin, also dazed from the kiss, replied just as indistinctly, "You can."

Steam filled the air as hot water gushed from the showerhead, sending splashes of water blooming freely.

Perhaps because it had been over half a year, or perhaps because it was their first time in the bathroom, the small, warm space brought an unprecedented joy and freedom.

Ning Qian leaned over from behind and kissed the reddened corner of Wen Jin's eye. That captivated gaze was something only revealed in moments of deep passion.

Wen Jin turned around and held her water-beaded waist.

Ning Qian bit her lip, annoyed at her own lack of composure, and couldn't help but let out a hum.

Wen Jin smiled with tender affection, gently kissing the tip of Ning Qian's nose. She had originally thought she was naturally cold, until she was with Ning Qian—

The most blissful and peaceful thing was, after the satisfaction of exhaustion, to be held warmly by the person you love and sleep through the night, and moreover, not have to leave the next day.

Ning Qian was very clingy all night, holding Wen Jin tightly even into the early morning.

Wen Jin didn't wake her, carefully tidying the messy strands of hair by her ear.

Ning Qian had actually been awake for a while, just wanting to hold her a bit longer. She closed her eyes and hummed, "Wen Jin~"

Hearing her being coquettish again, Wen Jin kissed the corner of her mouth. "Mmm."

A smile spread across Ning Qian's lips. Just having her name answered made her happy, let alone with a sweet kiss. She now felt like the happiest person in the world.

"Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry." Ning Qian opened her eyes to look at her. "Let's hug a little longer."

Wen Jin laughed at her. "Haven't you had enough?"

Ning Qian shook her head. How could she ever have enough? It seemed she and Wen Jin were always apart: ten years of a secret crush, one year of no contact, and another two years of a long-distance relationship.

Wen Jin hugged her. "We can hug every day now."

Being treated so sweetly first thing in the morning, Ning Qian couldn't stop smiling. She twirled a strand of Wen Jin's hair with her finger, then thought of how she was last night. "I never realized you were so shameless before."

Wen Jin smiled and pinched her waist.

Ning Qian squirmed, then took the opportunity to pull her closer, kissing her way down her neck.

Wen Jin murmured a laughing "don't mess around," but soon fell silent. Her palm just stroked Ning Qian's hair, her gaze gradually softening.

Low, husky laughter filled the room.

The morning was, once again, passionate and just right.

---

Having just handed over her work, Ning Qian wasn't too busy.

After work, she drove to a familiar building. In the outdoor parking lot, she saw a flashy red sports car from a distance. Leaning against the car was a woman with a bewitching and enchanting figure.

"Boss Jing," Ning Qian greeted as she approached.

Who else could be so flashy and high-profile but Jing Rui?

Jing Rui had been staring straight ahead. Hearing the voice, she noticed Ning Qian walking over. She tilted her head with a smile, looking Ning Qian up and down, and said playfully, "Our Boss Ning is really different now. One look and you can tell she's glowing from being well-loved."

"Not as well-loved as you two," Ning Qian said with a smiling frown, used to Jing Rui's improper ways.

"Here to pick up your wife from work?" Jing Rui asked.

"Aren't you?"

"My little vixen is here," Jing Rui said, jutting her chin to the side with a smile.

Chi Jia had originally intended to greet Ning Qian first, but hearing what Jing Rui said, she immediately protested, "Jing Rui! Who are you calling a little vixen? Is that any way to call your own girlfriend?!"

"You call me a vixen all day long, so I can't call you a little vixen? Are you being reasonable?"

Chi Jia pouted, ignored her, and turned to smile at Ning Qian. "Boss Ning, long time no see."

"Long time no see." Seeing an old friend, Ning Qian was enthusiastic. "Let's have dinner together sometime."

"Sure!" Chi Jia smiled sweetly. She loved lively gatherings the most.

Jing Rui glanced at Chi Jia, feeling truly wronged. "Miss Chi, can't you be a little sweeter to your own girlfriend sometimes?"

"How am I not sweet?" Chi Jia looked at her. "What, are you thinking of finding a sweet young thing to date instead?"

Jing Rui: "Chi Jia."

Chi Jia pressed her lips together, realizing she had said the wrong thing. Normally, they could joke about anything, but Jing Rui was very sensitive about her joking about breaking up.

She fell silent, then secretly tugged Jing Rui's hand with a shameless smile.

Jing Rui was helpless and just stared at her.

Chi Jia knew that look from Jing Rui meant she was going to get "dealt with" when they got back.

Ning Qian watched from the side, smiling. So many years had passed, but these two hadn't changed a bit. It was nice. After a few simple pleasantries, she bid them farewell.

Wen Jin was still busy in her office. When she saw Ning Qian knock and enter, she smiled and asked, "The workaholic isn't working overtime today?"

"When was I ever a workaholic?" Ning Qian walked over and sat on the sofa.

"Weren't you?" Wen Jin put down the file in her hand and turned to look at her. "Back then, Director Ning was always the last to leave."

Ning Qian looked at her up close and retorted, "And why do you think I was always the last to leave?"

The silly girl, it was to keep her company. Wen Jin's eyes flickered. She took Ning Qian's hand, her voice filled with the special tenderness reserved for a lover. "I'll be done soon, just wait a little longer."

"Mmm." Ning Qian was still staring at her.

So Wen Jin kissed the corner of her lips.

Ning Qian was much greedier now. She leaned over and kissed Wen Jin's lips for a while longer, her soft tongue skillfully prying open her lips.

"Mmm—" Wen Jin leaned back softly against the sofa, her hand on Ning Qian's waist as she couldn't help but respond, then shifted from being passive to taking the lead.

It wasn't a long kiss, but it was deep and lingering.

The kiss left Ning Qian's heart feeling sweet. They were in their honeymoon phase.

Their life rhythm was simple. They had dinner together after work, sometimes cooking themselves, sometimes eating out. If they had enough time, they would go see a movie to relax, just like tonight.

It was a rather romantic love movie, and most of the audience were couples.

Ning Qian held Wen Jin's hand as they walked down the street. A young couple brushed past them, their faces a mix of maturity and a hint of youthful innocence. They were clearly university students.

Ning Qian looked back at Wen Jin, thought for a moment, and said, "Wen Jin."

"What?"

"If," Ning Qian said, as if joking, "I had been the one to confess to you back in university, would you have been... even a little bit moved?"

This hypothetical question instantly transported Wen Jin back many years.

They actually had many memories together, all of them beautiful. It was just that one didn't dare to speak of her love, and the other didn't dare to think of their relationship in that way, and so time flowed by uneventfully.

Wen Jin had thought she wouldn't be able to answer, but at this moment, looking at Ning Qian's face in the night, a clear answer surprisingly formed in her heart. "Yes."

Ning Qian looked at her, feeling like the moment you peel an orange—the sharp sourness makes you want to cry, but it's accompanied by a fresh sweetness.

The two looked at each other in silence for a long time, their smiles of acceptance tinged with a hint of helplessness.

Perhaps there was regret.

But regret makes one cherish things more.

Without a word, they both instinctively tightened their grip on each other's hands.

They still had a long road to walk together for the rest of their lives.

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