Huh? Are villainous bosses this easy to flirt with?

Chapter 148 A little sweetness is quite delicious too.

Time slips away silently, like sand through your fingers.

Spring has passed and summer has arrived. The new green leaves on the branches have become lush, and the intense sunlight pours down without reservation, filling the air with heat and vitality.

After working non-stop for a month, Xie Qing took a few days off and then started attending the opera classes that Xiang Yiting had enrolled him in.

His next work, "Like a Dream," is set in the turbulent Republican era, with the protagonist being an apprentice who joined a theatrical troupe at a young age and diligently learned his craft.

With more than a month to go before filming begins, Xie Qing knew that if he wanted to play this role well, he would have to work hard on his basic opera skills.

……

At seven o'clock in the evening, Xie Qing finished her opera lessons for the day. She gently rubbed her throat, which was slightly tight from practicing her voice for a long time, and strolled leisurely toward the roadside.

Not far away, a familiar black sedan was parked quietly, its body gilded by the setting sun.

Xie Qing opened the back door and sat down. As soon as she sat down, a glass with the lid unscrewed was handed to her. Wisps of steam rose up, carrying a familiar sweet fragrance.

"Gently, drink some honey water to soothe your throat."

Huo Yunting's voice came from beside him, with a barely perceptible hint of tension in his eyes.

Xie Qing didn't notice the other person's expression. She took the cup, sipped a few times, and then looked puzzled. "Huh... why is the honey water so sweet today?"

Huo Yunting asked casually, "Is it hard to drink?"

Xie frowned slightly and commented, "It's not that it tastes bad, it's just too sweet, a bit cloyingly sweet."

Huo Yunting: "It's possible that Aunt Lan didn't notice and put in too much honey."

He pursed his lips, reached out and took the cup back from Xie Qing's hand, "If it's too greasy, don't drink it. Go back and pour it out, then make yourself a fresh cup."

Xie Qing was a little tired today. She leaned on Huo Yunting's shoulder, hummed softly, and fell asleep shortly after.

……

As the last rays of the setting sun faded, night gently enveloped [Yunlan].

After dinner, the two sat on the sofa, enjoying a moment of peaceful relaxation and sharing the interesting things that happened during the day.

After a while, Xie Qing moved to a different spot and gently nudged Huo Yunting, "Go take a shower."

Huo Yunting immediately put on a pitiful look, "Qingqing, aren't you going to stay with me?"

Xie Qing laughed in exasperation at Huo Yunting, "Haven't I spent three nights with you enough?"

"You have to let me rest for a day."

Seeing that his methods were ineffective, Huo Yunting could only take a bath alone.

A short while later, he emerged from the bathroom, his body still damp with steam and his hair slightly wet.

Walking into the living room, Xie Qing nestled on the sofa under the warm yellow light, holding a nearly empty glass of honey water and sipping it little by little.

Huo Yunting assumed that Aunt Lan had brewed it again. Thinking this, he walked towards Xie Qing and took the empty cup that she handed him.

Huo Yunting paused as his outstretched hand touched the cool glass, then casually set it down and asked Xie Qing softly, "Didn't you say it was too sweet?"

Xie Qing smiled, her eyes curving into crescents. "Actually... it tastes pretty good when it's a little sweet."

He tilted his head slightly, looked at Huo Yunting, and added, "I quite like it."

Huo Yunting turned to the side, his right fist pressed against his lips to conceal the slight upturn of his mouth. "Really?"

Xie nodded lightly, "Of course it's true."

Huo Yunting was momentarily blinded by Xie Qing's sweet talk and didn't think anything was wrong at first glance.

When he returned to his bedroom and prepared to rest, his mind cleared up a bit. He looked at Xie Qing, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed reading a script, and hesitated before speaking.

"Qingqing...do you know that I made that honey water, that's why you said that?"

Xie Qing's eyes widened in surprise. "What! So it was you who made it?"

"No wonder it tastes so good."

Huo Yunting looked at Xie Qing's exaggerated surprise, remained silent for a few seconds, and then said, "Just a few hours ago you said it was a bit too sweet."

Xie Qing's performance faltered, and she doubled over with laughter. "But just a few hours ago you said that Aunt Lan had added too much honey."

If Aunt Lan hadn't noticed that almost no one had drunk any honey water on the table while clearing away the dishes, and hadn't come into the living room to ask, "Young Master Xie, is the honey water the head of the family makes not good?"

He genuinely believed it was Aunt Lan's mistake.

Xie Qing laughed as she said, "Does Aunt Lan know she's been taken on this mess?"

Huo Yunting's ear tips grew increasingly red amidst Xie Qing's hearty laughter, almost to the point of bleeding.

Enraged, he suddenly pounced on Xie Qing, pinning her down. "Stop laughing."

"Okay, okay, I won't laugh."

Xie Qing pushed away Huo Yunting, who was pressing heavily on her, and said, "Get off me first."

Instead of getting up, the other party tightened their grip on Xie Qing even more.

A large, well-defined hand slipped under Xie Qing's loose pajamas, its hot palm resting on his smooth lower back, caressing and playing with it back and forth.

A hoarse yet passionate voice, brimming with undisguised desire, exploded in Xie Qing's ears: "Qingqing, I'm going to the US on a business trip tomorrow."

"I won't be able to come back for another two weeks."

Xie Qing was aroused by his touch, her face gradually flushing red, and her voice became a little unsteady, "So you... want me to make it up to you again?"

"Qingqing is so clever."

"..."

Huo Yunting continued, "Qingqing, I promise it will only be once."

Xie Qing looked up at him, "You said the same thing yesterday."

"..."

"You also said this the day before yesterday and the day before that."

"..."

Huo Yunting, a tall man over 1.9 meters, put on a "pitiful" expression and stared at Xie Qing.

"Is it really not possible?"

Xie Qing covered her eyes with a pillow. "No."

He was having sex three or four times a day for several days in a row, and he really couldn't take it anymore.

However, the sensitive tinnitus started again.

She kept repeating things like, "You don't love me anymore," "You don't cherish what you've got," and "I'm disliked by you," making Xie Qing almost think she was some kind of scumbag who cheated her out of money and sex.

But in reality, he neither cheated him out of money nor sexually assaulted him (though a little bit). He was the one who was taken advantage of, while Huo Yunting was the one who was complaining without cause.

"stop!"

Xie Qing finally gave in and removed the pillow, saying, "Just once."

"it is good."

Huo Yunting responded almost impatiently, and as soon as he finished speaking, he eagerly kissed her.

His tall figure, when he bent down, almost enveloped Xie Qing entirely in his shadow, as if trying to merge him into his own bones and blood.

……

This time, Huo Yunting truly kept his promise and only came once.

This time, however, time seemed to stretch out infinitely, with every minute and second relentlessly stimulating the nerves, making it long and agonizing.

Xie Qing: I should have known better than to agree.