Divorce: This Is A Trivial Matter

Chapter 41

Yang Wei covered her eyes and swiftly caught his hand before it could go any further. "Can you change in the bathroom?"

Qi Xiao Yan looked up. "Does it make a difference?"

"Of course it does!" Changing right here would be far too exciting for a pregnant woman!

He took the jeans into the bathroom without complaint. When he came out again, he was naked from the waist up. Below, he wore low-rise jeans, the edges of his underwear almost showing above.

Yang Wei coughed uneasily and threw him the white shirt he had just taken off. "Put this on, but don't button it up."

Qi Xiao Yan did as he was told. Yang Wei had him lean against the wall. "Yes, that's it. Raise your head a little, left hand up on your forehead, and fingers in your hair. Great, relax a little. That's good. Now don't move, wait, put your right hand in your pocket... actually, forget it, do as you like."

Yang Wei squinted at him for a moment, pen and paper in her hand. Then she went into the bathroom. When she came out, she used her fingers to sprinkle water onto his hair and face.

Qi Xiao Yan: "..."

"That is perfect. Stay still, don't move." Yang Wei watched drops of water slide down his chin, and hastily lifted up her pen to draw. "Tilt your head a bit more, hold it! Let your eyes go a bit unfocused..."

Yang Wei had heard that if a woman saw lovely things during her pregnancy, the child she gave birth too would be equally lovely. She would have liked to take advantage of this opportunity to appreciate Qi Xiao Yan's beauty a little longer, but the pose was obviously a little difficult to hold. If she drew for too long, Professor Qi might burst a blood vessel, so she had to keep her sketch to five minutes.

When she told him she was done, Qi Xiao Yan gave her a look of surprise. "Finished so soon?"

"It's just a sketch. Are you tired?" Yang Wei said, handing over her sketch. "What do you think? Handsome? The lighting isn't great, but the muscles didn't need to be too refined.”

Qi Xiao Yan took the sketch and looked it over. Then he turned to look at her. “You are very skilled at drawing me.”

Yang Wei was dazed for a moment, then stared at him with wide eyes. "Are you being smug?"

He put down the sketch and leaned close suddenly. "Since my clothes are off, why don't we do something else too?"

Before she could give him her refusal, she had already been swept up and taken to bed. Qi Xiao Yan laid her down and pressed her down. Her heart thumped violently; his gaze was like a magnetic force, locking her down tightly and not allowing her to turn away.

They were so close together that they were almost kissing.

Yang Wei was so nervous that she almost stopped breathing. Though they had had sex the last time, she had been drunk then. It had been a long time since she had been in such an ambiguous position with Qi Xiao Yan while she was still completely sober.

He gazed at her intently, his eyes pulling hers to him. Ever so slowly, he raised his right hand and stroked a wisp of hair back from the side of her face, tucking it behind her ear. Yang Wei could almost hear the sound of his shirt cuff sliding against her skin.

As his pale, thin lips came closer and closer, she shrank back and closed her eyes.

His lips were soft and warm. The kiss was neither sizzling nor ferocious, but instead leisurely, as if slowly savouring a delicious meal. Very soon, Yang Wei was absorbed into his world, gradually relaxing.