Secret Love Nest

Troublemaker

I cross my arms on my chest. Uncross it. Cross it again plus also cross my legs. Lick the corners of my lips, arch one brow and twitch my nose.

All because of the an innocent box on top of the center table. It's a medium sized box with the name of the delivery company stamp on it's side. With Qing's name on it as the one who ordered the thing inside it.

I mean, with a medium sized box, anything could be put inside it. Clothes, shoes, a whole set of new knives, ceramic plates, wild ginseng, walnuts, photo albums...I mean ANYTHING!

And it's driving me insane! What is this thing Qing bought? Is it a present? For me? But he just bought me an expensive set of colognes and the comfiest pair of slippers. What could he had bought now?

An idea clicked in my head.

Me: Eh...no way...again?!

I close my eyes in frustration. I told him I don't want anymore lacy undergarments! I still have some in the closet that I haven't tried (and frankly I am afraid to try) lacy thongs. Why would he buy more? Nah! It's not that! Right?

I uncross my legs and tap my feet on the carpeted floor. This is driving me crazy! I wanna see what's inside of the box! I wanna see it now!

But Qing is not here. Actually Qing is not in Beijing right now. He is busy eating somewhere and after that he will go directly to where his movie is being shoot. So that's a good three days of him being gone.

I can't! I can't wait for three more days to know what is inside the box. The suspense will kill me.

Then let's open it Dayu!

(Gasp!)

What? I am Qing's lover. I also own this unit and I am the one that carried the package from the reception desk up to our room. So that means I earn a certain right to open the box. Right? (Stop shaking your heads dear readers, I am not really asking for a vote here)

Before I can think again my hands moved like it has it's own mind. They search for the cutter, sliced open the packaging tape and voila! The box is now open.

There's a purple paper wrappings on top of the item inside. I slowly peeled it off and groan in dismay.

Me: I knew it! That stupid Wang Qing!

I jumped to my feet, swiped my phone from the table and speed dialed the stupid baboon I am living with. (No offense to baboons or any other monkeys out there)

After a few rings Qing answered the call. I didn't even give him a chance to say hello.

Me: (shouting) Wang Qing! I told you already! Didn't I told you already?! I said stop ordering things like this?!

Qing: (sounding confuse) Dayu? Is that you? What is going on? Why are you shouting?

Me: Because of you! You stupid jerk!

Qing: (sighing) Stop shouting and make some sense instead, please. What is going on? Are you hurt?

Oh I should melt at his concern but really I am pissed!

Me: No I am not hurt but I can't guarantee if you will be in the same state after I get my hands on you. There's a package here, it arrived this morning. Do you know what is inside? What you ordered?

Qing: A package? I can't...no I don't remember buying something. What do you mean I ordered? Did you open it?

Me: (proud) Of course! It is sitting here in our living room so I opened it.