Secret Love Nest

Squabble

Qing and I are getting into each other nerves.

Maybe because now that his shooting in Shanghai is over and we are together and seeing each other at home everyday, we are adjusting again to the fact that we always see each other.

You see when he was in Shanghai and we were separated and living in our "own" spaces, we got used to a certain "freedom" to move as we please.

"No one is around. I am alone, I can whatever I want." That sort of mind set.

Can you all follow? I hope you can follow because this is getting harder to explain.

So now that we are back to sharing one space everyday, we started losing that "free" way of moving around because there is somebody else with us.

Not that I am saying that Qing is a somebody. He is my lover. He is not just anybody or somebody. He is important to me. But...you know, we have to adjust.

Again.

It's like we are starting all over again. Have I told you that the first few weeks or months of us living together was actually pure hell? Yes. You read it right, it's hell.

H-E-L-L. There, I spelled for all of you, you're welcome.

(But we can spell "hell", Dayu. Never mind. Continue the story)

You might think, oh they are so in love and they must have been so excited to live together that they will just set their luggages on the floor and started tearing off their clothes to have sex at every possible corner and space of their new home.

Let me tell you guys...

You will be right, Qing and I did just that. We just set our luggages on the door, yes by the door, and started having sex. In the living room, the kitchen, the bedroom, laundry room. That was...hot. But also tiring.

Anyways...but after all that excitement came reality. Like...

"Oh I am living with someone now. Someone who is not my parents and won't be as patient with me as my loving parents. What the?"

Those kind of thoughts.

Qing and I had lived in a dorm room together but living with other guys, as schoolmates, and living with just the two of us, as lovers, are two very different things. The margin is like an ocean apart. That different...

First, we share the same bed. And as you all might have guessed by now, I move when I sleep.

A lot.

Which pissed off Qing at first, as I tend to smack him or kick him while I am sleeping, disturbing his sleep. Which kinda make it understandable why he is pissed. But then he had to adjust because it's either he adjust to my sleeping habits or we sleep separately in which if that happened then living together made no sense anymore.

Why will we live together if we will sleep separately anyway? That will make us both look stupid. So Qing adjusted. We sleep together ever since. The end.

Or so I thought.

Then chores came. We are living together, we have chores. Who will clean, who will wash the dishes, who will do the laundry...etc etc...

We all know what happened to that. We had the rule of separating chores. I do all the cleaning because Qing cannot be trusted to clean things right. Not that he is a dirty person that doesn't know how to clean, it's just that he is a bit of a slob.