Chapter 8.1 (1/2)

Chapter Eight (Part 1)

Qin Song’s left hand was officially… broken.

Zhang Yu drew a chicken on Qin Song’s cast. For the eightieth time she tried to pry her son’s tight lips. ‘Song Song, what magic trick did you want to show Ting Ting that made you break your left arm?’

Qin Song laid on the sofa, his right arm draped over his face and pretended he died.

Qin Yun pulled his wife. ‘Zhang Yu… stop asking him.’

‘I want Song Song to show me a magic trick too,’ Zhang Yu sulked.

Qin Yun sighed helplessly. ‘Do you want our son to break his right arm too?’

Zhang Yu shook her head, let go of Qin Song and stopped asking about his first and last failed attempt performing a magic trick.

Han Ting Ting farewelled the electrician and returned to the room. ‘The electrician finished fixing the fuse box.’

‘Fixed that quick?’ Zhang Yu said heartlessly.

Qin Song’s left arm was broken but both of his unbroken ears heard Zhang Yu’s unintentional jab. He got up from the sofa and put on his slippers.

‘Song Song, where are you going?’ Zhang Yu asked.

‘To the bathroom,’ Qin Song said.

‘One arm isn’t convenient,’ Zhang Yu said. ‘Ting Ting, go help your husband.’

Han Ting Ting was drinking apple juice and almost choked on it after she was requested to go to the bathroom with Qin Song.

‘Qin Song,’ Han Ting Ting called from outside the bathroom door. ‘Are you done?’

‘Why?’ Qin Song asked.

‘Mum asked me to ask you if you need my help,’ Han Ting Ting said and her hands covered her hot face.

Han Ting Ting didn’t hear any sounds from the bathroom. A moment later the door was opened… her radiant rescuer stood in front of her with one hand pulling his pants… her poor face was boiled red but couldn’t look away.

Qin Song scrunched his face. He wanted to pull his ‘little country bun’ into the bathroom. But his left arm was supported by a sling in front of his chest and his right hand was busy keeping his pants up.

‘Come in,’ Qin Song said.

A dazed Han Ting Ting quietly followed Qin Song into the bathroom. The bathroom was not small but having two people inside at the same time cramped the bathroom.

Qin Song pointed at his pants. ‘b.u.t.ton my pants for me.’

Qin Song was never going to buy pants with b.u.t.tons again. He spent a long time trying to b.u.t.ton his pants with one hand but the b.u.t.ton refused to go through the b.u.t.ton hole.

Han Ting Ting immediately bent over to b.u.t.ton Qin Song’s pants. Her eyes were at eye level with his pants and she suddenly remembered the day he threw her phone out the window and her text conversation with Tu Tu – ‘How’s the size of his package?’ ‘One… big package!’

Han Ting Ting’s face felt completely melted and she was scared she’d need to have a face implant to replace it.

Qin Song’s male pride was injured from his failed magic performance. He searched around the sofa and didn’t find the gift he prepared for Han Ting Ting. It must have been flung off the string. To top off his failure, he couldn’t fix the fuse box and ended up with a broken arm. Why did he always show the most embarra.s.sing side of himself in front of her? But her shyness trying to carefully b.u.t.ton his pants returned his manliness. He watched her struggle to b.u.t.ton his pants for a while. She kept unzipping then zipping his zipper to bring the b.u.t.ton and the b.u.t.ton hole closer together. It made him realised along with the return of his manliness, his attraction toward her was fully evident between her tensed hands.

‘Pull… pull… pull… I can’t pull it up,’ Han Ting Ting stuttered.

Han Ting Ting’s radiant rescuer bent his head down and bit her red lips. She was stunned and before she could react she was already pressed to his chest. His lips seized her lips, his tongue was inside her mouth and in a frenzy wrestled with her tongue.

Qin Song heard weak moans escaped from Ting Ting’s throat then her body was limp on his chest and his whole body was lit on fire. He tightened his hold around her waist and pulled her closer to his chest. Everywhere his fingers touched was soft. The mouth he swallowed trembled then the rest of her body trembled. He pulled her closer to him until it was hard to breathe. Even if he deprived both of them air, he didn’t want to let her go.

Ting Ting felt there was no air going into her body. Qin Song’s hold on her increasingly became tighter. When she felt she was going to be unconscious, he loosened his arm around her waist. She leaned into his chest and he rested his forehead onto her forehead. They were both breathing heavily. She was able to rest for no longer than five seconds before his body pressed against her body.

Qin Song felt Ting Ting’s body was burning hot. He kissed her and his fingers wandered inside her s.h.i.+rt. He caressed her waist and slowly moved upward. Under his fingers was soft skin and loveable goose b.u.mps rose wherever his fingers lingered for too long. In his crazy haze he realised he lost control of his senses. His tongue mingled with her tongue. He gave into his urge and bit her tongue. She cried out in pain. Her sweaty forehead pulled away from his own sweaty forehead and she pushed him back. He lifted his arm to pull her back but she opened the door and fled from the bathroom.

Zhang Yu heard a m.u.f.fled cry from the bathroom. A moment later Zhang Yu saw her darling daughter-in-law running outside like there was a beast chasing her from behind.

‘What happened?’ Zhang Yu asked.

‘A a o a o…’ Han Ting Ting muttered.

Han Ting Ting wanted to say nothing was wrong. But her bitten tongue was too sore.

Zhang Yu probed her daughter-in-law. Zhang Yu saw a sweaty flushed face and swollen lips. Zhang Yu was once a newlywed and understood what happened… Zhang Yu was going to look through the nursery catalogue online to prepare for the birth of her first grandchild.

Qin Song walked around the bathroom to cool down. After it was safe to pull his zipper up without causing another embarra.s.sing injury, he managed to b.u.t.ton up his pants. Then he went outside to find his escaped wife.

Han Ting Ting gulped down the rest of her gla.s.s of apple juice. She saw Qin Song came outside of the bathroom and immediately looked away.

Qin Song sat down on the sofa next to Han Ting Ting. She secretly glanced at him and turned away when she saw his sly smile. Her cooled body suddenly became hot again.

Qin Song felt Ting Ting’s shoulder turned hot and deliberately turned to one of his parents’ a.s.sistants. ‘I want a gla.s.s of apple juice.’

‘Oh? Song Song, when did you start drinking apple juice?’ Zhang Yu asked.

Qin Song stared at his ‘little country bun’ who was avoiding eye contact with him. He licked his lips. He could still taste Ting Ting’s sweetness mixed with apple juice. ‘Just now.’

Qin Song couldn’t drive whilst his arm was broken. A driver drove him to work and back home. Ting Ting didn’t want to trouble the driver and walked twenty minutes to her preschool and back home. He couldn’t stand the sight of her walking to work and back home.

On a beautiful day Qin Song returned home with a loveable coral pink electric bike. Ting Ting happily jumped onto her new bike and rode it around the living room. He came out of the kitchen with a gla.s.s of apple juice, didn’t pay attention and b.u.mped into both the bike and the bike’s owner.

Han Ting Ting got off the bike and wiped the apple juice off Qin Song’s face. ‘Song Song, I’m sorry.’

‘Your bike riding skills are poor too. I’ll worry about you all day if I let you drive the bike. I want you to practice driving a car with me,’ Qin Song said.

Han Ting Ting smiled sweetly at Qin Song. ‘I’ll be careful.’

Qin Song opened his dry eyes and saw Ting Ting lifted her left hand up.

‘I promise!’ Han Ting Ting said.

Qin Song thought ‘little country bun’s’ serious expression was too adorable. He laughed and pinched her cheek. Ting Ting being sulky with him put him in a good mood.

Unfortunately, Qin Song’s good mood was soured. Ting Ting’s promise was not reliable!

On a rare Friday afternoon Qin Song finish work early and went to Ting Ting’s preschool and waited to go home with her. The electric bike was wide but too short. He sat behind her and didn’t have enough leg room. He wrapped his legs around her legs and wrapped his right arm around her waist. He rested his body against her soft back.

‘Song Song! We’re on a public road,’ Han Ting Ting protested.

‘What?’ Qin Song asked innocently.

‘Remove your wandering hand or someone will see us,’ Han Ting Ting said.

Qin Song rubbed his face against her soft back, smiled and let his hand wander freely under her s.h.i.+rt. ‘I’m not going to. What are you going to do to stop me?’

‘I’ll push you off the bike,’ Han Ting Ting said.

‘You wouldn’t dare,’ Qin Song said.