My Virtual Girlfriend-Chapter 167 I Can’t Control My Hands Anymore (Vote for Monthly Ticket!)

Chapter 167: Chapter 167 I Can’t Control My Hands Anymore (Vote for Monthly Ticket!)

Practice?

Hearing Chen Yan’s provocative words, Yu Qiao Qiao’s brain began to sizzle like a boiling kettle, starting to emit steam. The hands covering her face dared not move away.

Oh my God.

How could... they even practice that?

Chen Yan, seeing Yu Qiao Qiao’s adorable reaction, couldn’t help but embrace her, saying, "Don’t worry. If you think the word ’practice’ sounds unpleasant, we can also use the word ’study.’"

Yu Qiao Qiao didn’t speak, but with both hands covering her face, she shook her head like a bobblehead.

It’s really not about the wording, okay...

Chen Yan was amused by Yu Qiao Qiao’s cuteness.

But seeing her so shy, Chen Yan didn’t have the heart to insist on continuing their "study" right away.

So he could only lick his lips, briefly savoring Boss Qiao Qiao’s sweet and soft lips, planning to wait until Boss Qiao Qiao was a little more relaxed before trying again....

.......

Meanwhile, as Chen Yan and Yu Qiao Qiao were engaged in learning new positions,

At a luxurious apartment building near Qin Island University and Chenlu Film Company,

A doorbell was quietly rung.

"Ding dong, ding dong..."

Following the doorbell, Yang Rou hurried out of the kitchen in her home clothes wrapped in an apron.

Her expression was completely different from the cold demeanor she maintained at the company, and a rare gentle smile graced her face, "Coming, coming."

She approached the door, wiping her hands on the apron before opening it.

The door opened.

Standing outside was a girl about eighteen or nineteen years old.

The girl, about 1.65 meters tall, dressed in simple student attire with a ponytail and glasses, and holding several books, gave off the vibe of a good student.

If Chen Yan and Yu Qiao Qiao were there, they would be surprised to discover... this was none other than Yu Qiao Qiao’s roommate: Yang Nuan Nuan.

Seeing the woman inside, Yang Nuan Nuan, who usually wore a gentle smile, smiled even more warmly, calling out, "Mom~ I’m here."

The sight of her daughter outside melted the icy expression on Yang Rou’s face. As she smiled, the resemblance between Yang Rou and Yang Nuan Nuan was about fifty to sixty percent, obviously a great beauty when smiling frequently.

"Come in, come inside," said Yang Rou as she took the books from Yang Nuan Nuan’s hands, saying, "Isn’t it almost vacation? Why are you still studying?"

Yang Nuan Nuan stepped into the apartment, then turned to close the door behind her, saying, "I just wanted to learn some more so I can help you later."

Yang Rou glanced at the book covers, noting they all related to directing and production.

She nodded her head, set the books down, then handed Yang Nuan Nuan a pair of slippers, saying, "Change your shoes first. We’ll eat in a bit."

Having said that, it was as if she suddenly remembered something and let out a surprised yelp before rushing back into the kitchen.

Seeing her own mother get all flustered over household chores, Yang Nuan Nuan smiled and after changing her shoes, went straight to the kitchen, "Mom, let me do it."

Yang Rou initially wanted to resist, desiring to cook a meal for her daughter herself.

But remembering that if she cooked, they might end up without dinner, she hesitated and ultimately handed the spatula to Yang Nuan Nuan...

Watching as Yang Nuan Nuan skillfully took the spatula and stir-fried the vegetables, a touch of tenderness and guilt appeared in Yang Rou’s eyes...

Standing by the kitchen, watching her daughter stir-fry for a while, Yang Rou’s gaze suddenly fell to the top of Yang Nuan Nuan’s head.

She paused, measuring the height difference between Yang Nuan Nuan and herself.

She realized, unconsciously, that the little tot who used to reach her knees had nearly grown as tall as she was.

Over the years, she had mostly been occupied with work, indeed neglecting her daughter a bit...

Before long, Yang Nuan Nuan had two dishes ready, and Yang Rou could only silently assist on the side, witnessing her daughter doing the very things she was supposed to do.

After the vegetables were stir-fried, Yang Nuan Nuan served two bowls of rice, then happily said to Yang Rou, "Ready, Mom. Let’s eat."

Yang Rou nodded silently, carrying the dishes to the dining table.

During the meal, perhaps due to Yang Rou’s reticense in conversation, there was a chilly atmosphere in the house. Yang Nuan Nuan picked a piece of meat for her mother and then rested her chin on her hand, watching her mother with a tender smile.

Yang Rou looked up at Yang Nuan Nuan and felt the emotion in her eyes waver.

She couldn’t help but recall the days when she and a young Yang Nuan Nuan depended only on each other.

Back then, Yang Rou was fully invested in her career, lacking time to care for Yang Nuan Nuan, so she taught her to cook and asked the neighbor’s aunt to keep an eye on her.

A few days later, to her astonishment, she discovered that Yang Nuan Nuan had learned to cook, and it tasted quite good, too.

The first time she ate a meal prepared by her daughter, Yang Nuan Nuan was like she was today, with chopsticks a bit too long for her, picking a piece of meat for Yang Rou and then, with her baby voice, tenderly watching Yang Rou and saying, "Mommy, you eat~"

Throughout the years, although she was the mother, it was often her daughter who was accommodating and caring for her.

With this in mind, a smile that was seldom seen appeared on Yang Rou’s usually expressionless face, and after putting the meat in her mouth, she chewed and praised, "Delicious."

The smile on Yang Nuan Nuan’s face instantly grew brighter.

Eating, the mother and daughter gradually started to chat.

While eating, Yang Nuan Nuan curiously asked, "Mom. Did you switch to a new company this time?"

Yang Rou nodded, "Yes. A new company. It happens to be on Qin Island."

Yang Nuan Nuan adjusted her glasses and said, "The new company seems a bit busy."

Yang Rou replied, "Not really. It was just a bit busy at the start. Now it’s settling down."

Continuing, she explained, "Because the company is not large and there aren’t many things to do, I have time to spend more time with you."

"If you have time during your vacation, you could also come to my company to learn or do an internship."

Upon hearing Yang Rou’s words, Yang Nuan Nuan’s eyes lit up, "That would be great!"

Seeing Yang Nuan Nuan so happy, a touch of tenderness flashed in Yang Rou’s eyes...

She knew very well that her daughter had chosen the media field in order to work with her and spend more time together in the future.

As an imperfect mother, she still hoped to fulfill her daughter’s wishes within reasonable bounds.

As for... whether the company would agree or not.

Chen Yan’s image surfaced in Yang Rou’s mind.

Her "Xiao Chen," the boss, didn’t seem like the kind of person who would mind such issues; she’d speak with him later on...

....

At that moment, at Chen Yan’s villa,

Yang Rou’s "Xiao Chen," was sitting on the bed, gently coaxing Yu Qiao Qiao.

"Qiao Qiao... don’t be so shy."

At that time, Yu Qiao Qiao held a small toy in front of her face; her cheeks were flushed, her eyes blinking as she looked at Chen Yan, whispering, "But, but...you’ve tried several times already."

Chen Yan, with a shameless grin, said, "Yeah, and one more time won’t make a difference."

"Come on. Just one last time."

Yu Qiao Qiao blushed even deeper, shielding herself more securely with the toy and whispered, "But I always feel like you’re tricking me."

Chen Yan, "No, how could I ever deceive you?"

Yu Qiao Qiao pointed with her small hand downward, "Then, what about your hand?"

Chen Yan looked down and surprisingly found his hand had wandered to Yu Qiao Qiao’s slender leg, gingerly exploring.

He quickly withdrew it, coughing twice, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. All a misunderstanding."

"You know, when kissing, guys really don’t know what to do with their hands. So they might end up in all sorts of strange places..."

Yu Qiao Qiao "hmm" lightly, "Liar."

Chen Yan chuckled with a "hehe."

Yu Qiao Qiao glanced at Chen Yan once, twice, three times, and then quietly said, "Then...just one last time?"

Chen Yan eagerly nodded his head like a tapping moktak.

Only then did Yu Qiao Qiao timidly put down her toy and shifted slightly forward to embrace Chen Yan.

Being hugged by the soft Boss Qiao Qiao and smelling her lovely scent, Chen Yan’s heartbeat accelerated. He leaned closer to Yu Qiao Qiao, his lips inching forward, ever forward, until...

In an instant, he felt his lips touch something soft and warm, and he gently pressed against it.

The light moan "Hmm~" from Yu Qiao Qiao buzzed in his ears as he felt her hugging arms tighten; Chen Yan, in turn, placed his hands on Yu Qiao Qiao’s back and slowly savored Yu Qiao Qiao’s nectar.

Lips and teeth engaged, nothing but sweetness...

It was unclear how long they kissed, but as Chen Yan was about to sink into the bliss with closed eyes,

Suddenly, a soft scream "Ah~" echoed in his ears, followed by a slight push on his body; his embrace suddenly emptied, accompanied by the sound of "thump thump thump."

When he opened his eyes, he saw Yu Qiao Qiao had already scurried off without a trace.

Chen Yan’s gaze was filled with confusion.

What just happened?

Why did she run off?

Was Boss Qiao Qiao shy?

Right then, his gaze fell onto his two hands.

His left hand wrapped around Yu Qiao Qiao, natural and steady; his right hand, however... without his awareness, stood in front of him, forming a half-sphere shape, like a dragon’s claw.

Chen Yan blinked his eyes, gently squeezed his right hand.

"Eh? What did I just do?"

"Could it be... when kissing, hands really do end up in strange places?"

"That’s so bizarre!"

Having said this, with a face flushed red, he tucked his hands behind his back. Although he couldn’t remember what he had done, it still... wasn’t quite right.

He quickly got up, calling out "Qiao Qiao~" "Qiao Qiao~" as he left the room.

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Seeking monthly tickets.

Having said that, with his face still flushed red, he tucked his hands behind his back. Even though he couldn’t remember exactly what he had done, it was... indeed not very appropriate.

He quickly got up, calling out "Qiao Qiao~" "Qiao Qiao~" as he left the room.

Having said that, with his face still flushed red, he tucked his hands behind his back. Even though he couldn’t remember exactly what he had done, it was... indeed not very appropriate.

He quickly got up, calling out "Qiao Qiao~" "Qiao Qiao~" as he left the room.