CH 13

13. His heart felt a little itchy

Seeing that Leng Feng had come back, Qiao Han put down the things in her hand, got up and went to greet him. She helped him took off the dark blue military coat, and hung it on the clothes rack.

“What are you looking at?” Leng Feng found that Qiao Han was in a good mood tonight and seemed a little excited. Unlike before, she was always a little stiff whenever he came back.

It must have something to do with what she had been fiddling with.

“Ye Lihong’s cosmetics!” Qiao Han was really excited tonight. Hearing Leng Feng’s interest in her affairs, she immediately pulled his hand to the dressing table.

Her parents were more conservative and didn’t like her applying makeup very much. They said that the girls who had not left their budoir shouldn’t wear heavy makeup every day, and those who adorned themselves with it were women from the Yuan theater(similar to performers or prostitutes). So she used to put on makeup only when she was in her room. She would apply a little blush and simple lipstick, and wash it off after she was satified with looking at herself in the mirror.

Every time she saw women with cheongsam on the street wearing delicate makeup, she couldn’t help but envy.

Now she has a whole set of cosmetics, which was still Ye Lihong’s signature top product. After taking a bath, she appreciated the exquisite packaging one by one. After admiring the packaging, she opened it and looked at the contents inside. She didn’t feel tired looking at it all night.

Leng Feng looked at Qiao Han’s small hands holding his big palms with some surprise. They were white and soft, like a ball of cotton. He didn’t dare to squeeze them back, for fear of crushing her.

This was the first time she had offered to invite him to do something.

Leng Feng’s heart suddenly beat a little faster, and it was a little itchy.

Qiao Han came to the dressing table and sat down. She held the cosmetics one by one, and showed them to Leng Feng, “These are the signature top cosmetics of Ye Lihong which were sent by my… good friend.”

Qiao Han thought for a while. She didn’t know if she and Ye Lihai could be regarded as childhood sweethearts, after all, they didn’t grow up together. Although she always called him Brother Li Hai, but after all, he wasn’t her own brother, and it was also hard to say that he was a brother. So at this moment, she felt that a “good friend” would best describe their current relationship.

“It’s very beautiful.” Leng Feng lost half of his interest when he saw that it was cosmetics. He really didn’t know anything about these powders, and he had no interest in them. But these products were beautifully packaged, and Qiao Han introduced them with great interest. No matter what, he should compliment them.

This compliment really worked, and Qiao Han became even more energetic. She nodded in satisfaction and said, “It’s also very fragrant. Ye Lihong’s cosmetics are famous for its fragrance. They really smell very good, such as this blush.”

Qiao Han said, opened a box of orange-pink blush, leaned in front of the Leng Feng for him to smell.

The faint scent that lingered on his nose smelt really good, but Leng Feng felt that these were far less than the delicate fragrance of Qiao Han.

“And this—” Qiao Han opened another box of powder, but just as she was about to let Leng Feng smelt it, her voice suddenly stopped.

It turned out that the man’s warm big palm caught her small peach-shaped breast feeling it through the silk nightgown, and the fingertips rubbed the tip of the breast, causing Qiao Han’s body to go numb.

Leng Feng leaned closer to her ear and said charmingly, “It doesn’t smell as good as you.”

“!”

Qiao Han felt electricity running up her spine when she heard the man’s deep and magnetic voice. Her little face slowly turned red and she pursed her rosy lips nervously, not daring to answer.

Looking at Qiao Han’s shy face in the dressing mirror, Leng Feng stopped teasing her. He just wanted to take a quick and comfortable bath, and then press her on the bed for a while.

“I’m going to take a bath.” He rubbed her little peaches again and dropped those words, then he got up and walked to the bathroom, unbuttoning his white shirt on the way.

Qiao Han saw Leng Feng taking off his shirt from the mirror. The rigid and powerful back muscles showed the strength of the man. The tight strong waist and abdomen immediately reminded her of the time whenever he went deep into her private place. The powerful force of the movement always made her lower abdomen feel sore and numb, giving the illusion of being broken.