Secret Love Nest

Rules

Do you guys know what I hate the most? Mess...

Messy room, messy table, messy closet. Mess...mess...trash and garbage and chaos.

I'm a self proclaimed OCD. Qing just laughs at me when my OCD struck and I have to clean our already clean house while bitching around. Here's a reenactment...

Me: (holding a rug and cleanser) I just cleaned this spot, why is it messy again? (Snatch Qing's mug as he loves to drink coffee) and this! This! Is it really hard for you to stand up, walk a little and dump this to the sink? Goodness with your long legs, it will only take you about four steps from here to the sink? And I'm not even asking you to wash this I'm just...argh! Ick!

That last sound is me flapping as Qing pulled me in his arms and kiss me to shut me up. Kissing that sometimes leads to more kissing that leads to me showing my, his words not mine, well fucked face. Then he will laugh evilly. Seriously, evilly...

I really hate him!

This is our domestic life. Okay, before we proceed, I want you all to stop and empty your minds. That mind that thinks that in our relationship, Qing is the big male of the house and I am his little but totally gorgeous and sexy wife.

Nope! Nope nope nope. Erase all that. Let it be put on the record, there is no wife in this relationship. Yes he is big (and you all can take that statement whatever way you want) and I am indeed gorgeous and sexy but there is no way that I am the wife in our partnership.

Goodness, we are both male. This is a male to male relationship. There is no room for a woman, or another man (as Qing is possessive and extremely jealous and I just find infidelity icky) in our relationship. This is a strictly, one on one, male to male relationship.

Yes, Qing is the main earner between the two of us but it doesn't mean that we will starve if let's say he suddenly lose his job tomorrow. I can also provide for us. Yes when in comes to finances, he is the one who contributes more, but "more" doesn't mean "only", they're spelled differently and dissimilar in meaning, people. I also contribute in our finances. Yes he bought the house, most of the furnitures and those heavenly Egyptian sheets but I purchase all our utensils, pots, cabinets, bathroom necessities, toiletries etc.

In this household, we have a delicate balance when it comes to money talk. Qing pays for our bills and car gas. I bought our food and groceries and other miscellanious. I will admit that money is the first hurdle we had to face when we started living together.

At first, Qing ah is like Tarzan. Primitive and unreasonable. Here's that conversation....

Qing: I earn more so it's obvious that I should provide for us.

Me: (rolling my pretty pretty eyes at him) No, not gonna happen.

Qing: Dayu ah...

Me: (shaking my head) No.

Qing: (slowly losing his temper) Dayu, please stop being stubborn.

Me: You're the one that should stop. Really, it's obvious that YOU should provide for us? When did you became my sugar Daddy? (Eyes grew round and nearly shouting) Oh no, I will never call you Baba Qing ah!!!

Qing: (shocked) What the?! Fuck's sake Dayu, where did your mind go now? I really think your mind and I hate each other, we never agree on anything!

Me: That's because my mind looks out for me and my heart. (Crossing my arms on my chest) No I don't want to hear about this provide provide things from you. You better learn to compromise with me Qing ah or else start calling me "your whore" now as I will see it that you are paying me for the sex I provide for you....(I intend to insult him with this since Qing hates men using hookers and prostitutes for pleasure. He considers those men weak but he had no problem with women in the flesh trade, just to be clear. He's a gentleman, my Qing. He's just hates the men, anyway he's weird that way)