A Beijing socialite stole my boyfriend; she went crazy after I got married.

Xie Jing withdrew his hand from her hair, placed it on her shoulder, and did not move it away.

He looked up at himself in the mirror.

In the mirror, there are two people, one sitting and one standing.

The young woman sat there with an elegant posture, her back straight, and a smile on her face.

The man leaned over from behind, his chin almost touching the top of her head.

Her eyes were filled with a smile, sparkling, with a hint of teasing, but mostly happiness and sweetness.

Xie Jing looked at her in the mirror.

The look in his eyes was much gentler than usual, like the deepest stream of water beneath the ice in winter, illuminated by light, revealing a layer of barely perceptible warmth.

"It looks good," he said.

Jiang Chu met his gaze in the mirror, and her heart skipped a beat.

She pursed her lips, deliberately tilting her head to make the tassels of the hairpin sway even more: "Is the hairpin prettier or am I prettier?"

Xie Jing didn't answer, but simply reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair that had fallen across her neck behind her ear. His fingertips traced the edge of her earlobe, the texture rough and calloused, neither too light nor too heavy.

"The hair ornament is beautiful."

He said.

Jiang Chu puffed out her cheeks.

Xie Jing's lips curved into a barely perceptible smile. "You're prettier."

Jiang Chu's ears turned red instantly.

She glared at him in the mirror, wanting to say something to salvage the situation, but for a moment she didn't know how to start, so she simply shut up.

Xie Jing looked down at her.

Although her hair was styled crookedly, a few stray strands of hair fell from her temples and the sides of her neck, which made her neck appear exceptionally long and fair.

The man bent over.

He didn't speak, but slowly turned his face to the side, the tip of his nose brushing against the edge of a wisp of hair behind her ear, his warm breath caressing the most sensitive skin above her earlobe.

Jiang Chu's shoulders tensed slightly involuntarily, then slowly relaxed. "...What are you doing?"

The voice was soft and gentle.

His lips landed lightly on the girl's hair, almost as light as a feather. He paused for a moment, then slowly moved down along the curve of her earlobe, kissing the edge of her earlobe.

As if trying to stretch out this moment inch by inch, Xie Jing slowly nuzzled and kissed the person in his arms.

Jiang Chu took a soft breath.

She tilted her head slightly to make the angle more comfortable, then raised her hand and grasped the large hand resting on her shoulder, her fingertips gently closing.

Xie Jing's kiss paused for a moment at the corner of her jawline, then he straightened up, cupped her chin with one hand, and gently turned her face toward him.

He lowered his head and kissed her earnestly.

Their lips intertwined, drawing in each other's air, tender and affectionate.

Jiang Chu raised her hand, her fingertips threading through the man's hair, pressed against the back of his head, and pulled him closer to her.

The bronze mirror reflected the overlapping profiles of two people. A gold filigree plum blossom hairpin trembled in her hair, the tassels swaying gently and reflecting a warm light.

a long time.

Xie Jing stepped back slightly.

Their foreheads touched.

Jiang Chu's eyelashes trembled slightly.

At that moment, so close, she gazed into the man's eyes, in the dim glow of the sunset and the flickering lights—

The jet-black color, which I usually only glance at briefly, now has an unusual grayish-green tinge.

Like a lake in late autumn, reflecting the swaying shadows of the trees, calm and secluded, with only a faint trace showing at the edge of the iris.

It was as if a distant, extremely low glacier, flowing through his veins, had finally settled in his eyes.

"Your eyes..."

Jiang Chu spoke softly, her voice slightly hoarse from the kiss, "So beautiful."

Xie Jing remained silent.

Jiang Chu reached out and gently touched the corner of his eye with her fingertips, the movement extremely light, as if afraid of disturbing the greenery hidden at the bottom of the deep pool.

She gently kissed the corner of his eye again.

The man's breathing became slightly heavier, his breath brushing against her brow, as if he were letting out a suppressed sigh.

"...The hair ornament is crooked."

He spoke slowly.

Jiang Chu slightly raised her chin. "That means your technique still needs more practice."

Xie Jing raised an eyebrow. "What kind of technique? Kissing? Or combing hair?"

Jiang Chu's face flushed again, and she couldn't help but tug at the man's collar, "...You're being indecent."

He chuckled softly, "If I were serious, I wouldn't be able to win you over."

Jiang Chu wanted to say something back to him, but looking at his expression, she leaned in and pecked the man's lips again.

Just as she was about to step back, Xie Jing's hand firmly gripped her lower back, lifting her up.

Jiang Chu let out a soft cry and instinctively placed her hands on his shoulders. Then he turned around and sat down, placing the girl steadily on his lap.

The embroidered stool in front of the dressing table creaked slightly.

Jiang Chu: "...Don't break the chair!"

Xie Jing put his arm around her with a half-smile, "Didn't you just say I was thin?"

Before Jiang Chu could refute, the man's kiss landed on her lips, carrying an irresistible sense of possession.

He pried open her teeth, hooked her tongue, and gently sucked on it, controlling the force perfectly.

Jiang Chu hugged his neck, her waist went weak from the kisses, and her body slid down involuntarily, only to be held firmly by his hands and pressed into his arms.

They whispered sweet nothings to each other, their breaths mingling with each other's warmth.

After a while, Xie Jing slowly released her, his eyes filled with a satisfied languor. He gently brushed his thumb across her slightly swollen lower lip, which was still red from the kiss, and his voice was low and husky:

Do you still think I need to practice?

Jiang Chu caught her breath, raised her eyes to glare at him, but it wasn't very intimidating.

As dusk faded outside the window, a sliver of moonlight slanted in through the cracks in the windowpane.

Tiny dust particles hung suspended in mid-air, as if frozen in this moment of silence.

Xie Jing picked her up and stood up. "Let's go home."

Jiang Chu leaned on his shoulder. "Are you really planning to go out like this?"

They passed through the half-open hidden door, where diamond-shaped light spots filled the flower hall in the night, and the blue stone threshold under the passageway was polished to a shine by the years.

Jiang Chu saw the two figures fall to the ground together, the hair ornaments in their hair still trembling.

Jiang Chu: "...Wait, I forgot to pick this."

Xie Jing didn't seem to care much. "Take it with you, it looks quite nice."

Jiang Chu looked at her clothes, which clashed terribly with the ancient headdress, and said, "This doesn't look right. Look at what I'm wearing!"

"It's alright," Xie Jing said calmly. "Go back and have someone make you a few more matching dresses."

"..."