An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 353 Absence Makes the Heart Blossom (Part 1)
On the third day of the National Day holiday, Meng Youyou sent Huo Qingshan a video of the wedding ceremony, with the caption: "[What a pity, the bride's bouquet was so beautiful. It was about to be thrown to me, but I couldn't catch it, and it bounced into someone else's arms.]"
Huo Qingshan didn't return until lunchtime: [What do flowers look like?]
Meng Youyou: [I don't recognize them. There are so many different kinds of flowers nowadays, with many having strange and unfamiliar names. Some look like roses but don't quite look like roses, and they're pretty pink and white.]
Huo Qingshan: [Hmm.]
Huo Qingshan: [When are you coming back?]
Meng Youyou originally planned to return to Fanzhou after attending the wedding, but her parents wanted her to stay home and spend more time with them. After all, she spent most of the year away from home. Meng Youyou felt that she couldn't forget her parents just because she had a boyfriend, which would be too irresponsible. Therefore, she changed her plans and decided to stay at home until the day before the end of the holiday before leaving.

Meng Youyou: [I probably can't go back tomorrow. My parents don't want me to leave, so I'll most likely have to go back on the 7th.] She felt a little guilty when she sent it, afraid that he would be disappointed or sad. She had only typed half of her comforting words when she received his reply.

Huo Qingshan: [Okay, remember to send me the time after you've booked the tickets, and I'll come pick you up.]
He seemed unfazed? After reading the message he sent her several times, Meng Youyou silently deleted "baby" and the long string of text that followed from the input box.

On the 7th, the flow of people in the train station and airport terminal was only slightly less than during the Spring Festival travel rush. Meng Youyou had traveled all the way, taking a plane, then a taxi, and then a train, which took a total of more than six hours. She looked a bit travel-worn.

Meng Youyou pushed her suitcase out of the station exit and immediately spotted the outstanding man waiting in the crowd. Her eyes lit up, her fatigue vanished, and she ran towards him. Huo Qingshan, seeing this, had a premonition and quickly tossed the bouquet of flowers he was holding to his side with one hand. The next second, a soft body flew into her arms: "Baby, I missed you so much!" she blurted out. The arrogant persona she had set for herself before getting off the train collapsed the moment she saw him.

The pink and white flowers narrowly escaped being crushed. Huo Qingshan symbolically hugged her with his free hand and gently patted the girl's back. The surrounding area was crowded with people. The man took a half step back, handed her the flowers, and then went to look for the suitcase that had been abandoned by its owner and slid more than two meters away.

Huo Qingshan pulled his suitcase back to her, took her hand, and said gently, "Let's go."

That's it? Meng Youyou was a little annoyed. She felt that the other party was a bit cold, which was completely different from the meeting scene she had imagined while sitting on the bullet train. You know, she was the first person to rush out of their carriage.

After rushing out in a moment of impulse, I realized I had been too unreserved. This was our first short separation since we started dating, and we hadn't seen each other for so many days. He hadn't even sent me a single message like "I miss you." So I deliberately slowed down and acted unhurriedly. But the moment I saw him, I immediately lost all composure.

The words she just uttered sounded exaggerated at first glance, like a careless joke, but they were actually the truth. She missed him so much that... Even though there were several return ticket options, one of which required getting up early to catch a red-eye flight, Meng Youyou didn't mind the trouble. When she checked the confirmation box, she didn't hesitate at all, just because it would allow her to see him two hours earlier.

There's a phrase, "eager to return home," that couldn't be more fitting for her.

But he was clearly not like that; he didn't share her feelings, and therefore couldn't give her the feedback she wanted.

On the way to the underground parking lot, hand in hand, there were moments when she wanted to pull her hand away from his. But after thinking about it, she felt she was making a mountain out of a molehill. Didn't they agree to be tolerant of each other and communicate properly? How could he change his mind after only a few days? Meng Youyou silently lectured herself.

So she suppressed her displeasure and chose not to vent it immediately, but instead silently processed it on her own. Unfortunately, the journey of less than two minutes was too short, and Meng Youyou was still a little unhappy until she got into the car.

Well, Meng Youyou has a long and arduous road ahead in becoming a qualified, understanding, and considerate girlfriend; it's not something that can be achieved overnight.

Meng Youyou sat listlessly in the passenger seat, reaching for the seatbelt to buckle it, but halfway through, she couldn't budge it; clearly, some resistance was holding her back. Meng Youyou turned her head to look, and the man suddenly leaned over and covered her, lifting her chin and planting a kiss on her lips.

“Me too,” he said, gazing into her eyes.

"What...?" Her words were muffled by the man's mouth, and she never heard from him again.

Instead, other sounds emerged: the slurping of water, the rapid, heavy breathing, the muffled sounds of swallowing, and the involuntary murmurs... all blending together in a tender, lingering melody.

It can all be summarized as a compound sound of "absence makes the heart grow fonder".

She felt his passion and overflowing longing, which no longer needed to be restrained. Like a volcanic eruption, it instantly illuminated and ignited her gray little universe. Although there were signs of oxygen deprivation, the fire showed no signs of abating.

Some skills seem to be acquired naturally without needing to be taught; once the time is right, they will come naturally. This is what Meng Youyou was thinking about with her few remaining thoughts.

For example, during their third kiss, her boyfriend underwent a significant transformation. His hand slowly moved down to her waist; she was wearing a loose-fitting argyle knit sweater, the fabric drooping loosely, and his large hand encircled her waist.

The knitted hem of the dress would sometimes tug up and sometimes hang down as the girl moved her body, whether actively or passively. The man's palm would sometimes press against her delicate, smooth skin, and sometimes be blocked by the woolen fabric... His hand moved stealthily, like a pickpocket on a bus reaching into a passenger's bag, trying to make it as casual as possible. He didn't dare to be too fast or too obvious. He was unsure of himself, but he didn't want to stop there. He wasn't satisfied with this.

A thin layer of fabric reveals two completely different worlds inside and out. Will we move forward, or stop here for now? Does this mean that some invisible boundary will be crossed today?

Meng Youyou could probably sense his intentions. Without much thought, she withdrew the hand that was hooking around his neck, then changed tactics, directly covering the lump on his abdomen. She didn't hesitate at all, treating him just like that time in the darkened classroom, and even more so.

Upon hearing this, the man seemed to receive some kind of encouragement or permission. Without further hesitation, he slipped all his knuckles into his sweater.

It was a hidden paradise. It was a place he had never truly set foot in before. He was curious and had a strong desire, which led to an exploration driven by instinct. Without any external intervention or restraint, it was difficult for him to restrain himself, let alone the fact that he was welcomed. She seemed to have no resistance at all, and he could even feel her expectation from the bottom of her heart. This excited Huo Qingshan, both psychologically and physiologically.

Actually, she had expected that he would touch there, but when his calloused fingertips actually touched her, Meng Youyou still couldn't help but tremble all over. She was much more sensitive than she thought. This kind of physical sensation had long become extremely unfamiliar to her, as if she were experiencing it for the first time, feeling awkward and nervous.

But he was far more "dishonest" than she had imagined. Several times, Meng Youyou felt that his initial unease and hesitation were all an act, just to trick her into nodding and opening the door. His touches, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, made her switch back and forth between feeling comfortable and at ease and subconsciously wanting to comply, and being caught off guard by strange stimulation.

Honestly, it's a bit torturous, but overall it's not unpleasant; in fact, most of the time it's quite the opposite.

Gradually, Meng Youyou sensed that he might have gotten carried away, or perhaps he had adapted and figured out some tricks, becoming more adept at it. Otherwise... how could he be... becoming more and more... unpredictable? This was completely out of character for his conservative and self-disciplined nature. Meng Youyou was somewhat surprised and couldn't take it anymore, wanting to tell him to be gentler.

But Meng Youyou held back. She felt she couldn't show weakness and couldn't let some "big bad wolf" discover that she was just a little lamb in wolf's clothing.

One person indulges, the other cooperates—what will happen in the end with this model? How far will it go? Neither of them is thinking about this question. It would be amazing if they could still have the extra mental energy to calmly consider it at this moment. They are simply following their inner desires.

Until... an untimely telephone ring suddenly broke the tranquility of the cramped cabin, shattering the already heated atmosphere.

The overly lively ringtone made it immediately clear whose phone was ringing. Meng Youyou whimpered twice and pushed his shoulder several times before she could barely push him away.

She took her phone out of her bag. It was an unfamiliar out-of-town number, marked as spam by multiple people. Meng Youyou intended to hang up, but her fingers went limp and she accidentally answered. A mechanical, rapid-fire female voice immediately came through the receiver, enthusiastically introducing a medical insurance package. Meng Youyou promptly hung up.

The car cabin fell silent. The underground garage was dimly lit. His hand was still inside her clothes, his index finger seemingly entangled by a thin strap.

Meng Youyou put her phone back in her bag, and when she looked up, she met his staring eyes. His gaze was fixed on her lips. Meng Youyou suddenly tilted her head and smiled. She slipped one hand inside the collar of her shirt to adjust the bra strap, which was pulled so loosely that it was almost unbearable. She also freed his index finger, which was wrapped around her finger, and said, "Okay, let's drive."

He didn't move, his hands didn't move, and he didn't move at all, but just kept staring at her. Seeing this, Meng Youyou deliberately asked, "What?"

A few seconds later, he managed to stammer, "I... want to continue."

"Oh." Meng Youyou nodded, raising her eyebrows and asking, "So you're asking for my opinion now?"