Secret Love Nest

How much do you Love Me?

How to annoy your boyfriend and get everything you want from him?

It's a case to case basis my dears.

But last night I did managed to do all that...

Last night was a rare treat for me and Qing, we can sleep late because we have no work scheduled for the next morning. What did we do? We lurk at social platforms of course.

Lurking at Weibo, Weixin, BiliBili etc etc is fun. You get to read people's comments and opinion about your latest work, posts and pictures.

People can still surprise me. When I feel like my performance is lacking, I can see comments saying they love what I did. When I post a picture of me looking cute or handsome, someone would I say I look like death warm over.

I'm not skinny people, it's the camera angle...

Anyway, back to annoying Qing and getting what I want from him at the same time. Sounds tricky? It is...

Me: (casually typing at my phone) Qing ah, how will you answer this question? "Ideal type?"

Qing: (instantly annoyed) Next question.

Qing has been asked this question so many times, one time he was in a live TV interview, he was tempted to call me to convinve me to have phone sex with him right there and then.

Me: (mumbling) Ideal type? Long hair, shapely legs...

I didn't get to finish cause Qing steals my phone away. He read the screen and started murdering the erase button.

Qing: (tossing my phone back at me) Okay, let's play this game. Ask me a question and I will answer. Then I will ask you a question and you will answer.

Me: Game!

We face each other, I grabbed a cushion and rest my back on the sofa's armrest.

Qing: Go on.

Me: (nodding) Ideal type.

Qing: Someone other than you. My turn, why do you love me?

Me: (shrugging) You're handsome, rich and you know how to use your dick. My turn, ideal date?

Qing: (rolling his eyes) I feel like I am answering a slum book again. Are you gonna ask my motto too?

Me: (gasping) You answered a slum book?

Qing: (smirking) It was owned by a cute boy and I wanna kiss him so I said yes to answering his slumbook.

Me: (pouting) Just answer the damn question!

Qing: (smirking) You, me, a bed. Or anywhere I can fuck you. Huh, bed is not that necessary after all.

Me: (nose twitching) No roses? And chocolate?

Qing: It's tacky. My turn, why did you said yes to living with me?

Me: To save money. Rent is costly you know. My turn, if I am a fruit, what am I? (Bat eyelashes)

Qing: (cringing) Jesus, pass! My turn...

Me: You can't pass! And you better say I am a juicy, yummy apple or I swear...

Qing: A too ripe banana. My turn, part of my body you like to suck the most?

Me: (snorting) That's so easy, nothing! My turn, if I am a...

Qing: Pass! (I glared at him) If you don't want me to pass, change the damn question.

Me: Okay. Why me?

Qing: (frowning) Why you what?

Me: (shrugging) You said it, I am not your type. So why do all those things to convince me to be yours?

Qing: (blink several times) I don't know. The moment I fell for you, I just knew, it had to be you and no one else.

Me: You can't be more specific than that?

Qing: I have no reason to love you and every reason to love you Dayu. I could list a million things, it will take us forever, so let's leave it at that. Now my turn, do you have regrets?

Me: About what? About you? Us? (He nodded) Yes! We should have fucked the first time we met! Why did it took us five years to have sex with each other?!

Qing: (liking that answer) Hey, don't blame me.

Me: My turn, if we didn't meet, who do you think you will end up with?

Qing: Still you...really Dayu, this world won't make a bit of sense if we didn't met. My turn, how much do you love me?

Me: (leaving just a paper thin space between my thumb and forefinger) This much? If you can measure that now then you will know how much I love you.

Qing: How can I measure that? We don't have a ruler here.

Me: Exactly! Can you really measure love? Especially ours? My turn, let's say you fall in love with me when I have a girlfriend, what will you do?

Qing: Simple. Take you from her.

Me: A boyfriend?

Qing: Take you away from him.

Me: A wife? A husband?

Qing: Really? Are you deaf or really stupid? I already answered it. I. Will. Take. You. From. Anyone.

Me: From anyone? Really?

Qing: Even if Wang Zhu gege found you first, I will still take you from him. Even if your girlfriend is my sister, I will take you from her. My love for you knows no relationship to others. You are mine. Period.

Now, if I heard that from someone else I would doubt their words. But not Wang Qing, he would really do it. He convinced my parents to accept us, goodness, that's a miracle by itself.

Qing: My turn, if I am the one with someone else...

Me: Does that make sense? You are mine. Exclamation point. But okay, I will answer that. If you are with someone else, I will do nothing. Why? Because you will eventually leave that person to come to me.

Qing: You sound so confident.

Me: Am I wrong? I dare you, tell me if I am wrong.

Qing stared at me. I stared back, wriggling my eyebrows. Then he smiled before snatching my arms to pull me on top of him. We struggled a bit to arrange ourselves on the big sofa but we eventually got there.

I put my head on his warm chest. I asked him the question that I wanted to ask all along.

Me: Qing ah...How much do you love me?

Qing: (chest rumbling with laughter) As much as you love me.

I smiled. Smartass!

But it's true. And I am satisfied with his answer.