vlog

Back in Jingsheng, standing at the door, Qin Qingyan still felt her pulse run hot, simply because the person she was about to see was Yan Yue.

She walked in, but there was no one on the sofa. After a few quick steps, she heard a low, serious voice; Yan Yue was on the balcony, talking on the phone.

Qin Qingyan went over and wrapped her arms gently around Yan Yue from behind, resting her head on her shoulder. The frown between Yan Yue’s brows eased. She reached back to stroke Qin Qingyan’s smooth face and kept talking to the other end of the line. Qin Qingyan rubbed against her and listened quietly. That familiar voice by her ear made her feel utterly at ease.

“...Then let’s do that. Send the materials over later.” Yan Yue hung up. Before Qin Qingyan could say anything, she turned Yan Yue around, and the two faced each other.

“Did you miss me?” Qin Qingyan asked, tightening the arm around her waist. They pressed even closer.

Yan Yue traced her face with her eyes. “Mm. I did.”

A faint look of pride appeared on Qin Qingyan’s face. She glanced around, then looked carefully at Yan Yue’s loungewear. Good; it was loose enough.

She pulled her back toward the living room and pressed her against the wall, kissing her with practiced ease. Yan Yue closed her eyes, draped both hands around her neck, and responded earnestly. The television in the living room went on making its own noise, but they blocked it out completely; all they could hear was the soft, embarrassing, heart-thudding breaths that came with their kisses.

Qin Qingyan reached out and groped her way under Yan Yue’s hem, lingering first at her waist, then moving higher, to the troublesome inner layer. She circled behind her, undid the clasp, and tugged it out from underneath before tossing it onto the sofa.

Then she stroked over it with complete satisfaction.

Yan Yue couldn’t hold back a soft sound of sensitivity, her arms tightening around Qin Qingyan’s neck. She seemed about to speak, but Qin Qingyan gave her no chance. Her hands kept moving, changing pace and style.

After a long while, Qin Qingyan finally tore herself away from Yan Yue’s lips.

Yan Yue was breathing hard. She opened her eyes and looked at Qin Qingyan, a question in them. Qin Qingyan answered with her actions.

She lifted Yan Yue’s hem, bent down, and slipped into the loose top, moving straight for her target. Very soon, a strong wave of stimulation spread through Yan Yue’s entire body. She tilted her head back, her hands unconsciously pressing down on the head of the person being naughty inside her clothes.

No one knew how long it had been by the time Qin Qingyan finally came back out; Yan Yue only felt numb across her chest. Her breathing was uneven. Leaning against the wall, her hand clutched weakly at Qin Qingyan’s clothes.

Qin Qingyan curved her lips, then lifted her into her arms and carried her to the sofa, setting her down gently. She sat on the carpet, gazing at Yan Yue.

Yan Yue’s hand found an object. After feeling it through, she understood immediately what it was. Remembering Qin Qingyan’s bold behavior just now, her face grew hot. Since she hadn’t refused, that was the same as agreeing.

“I’m almost twenty-three,” Qin Qingyan said. Her eyes were like a deep pool, something churning inside them, about to leap out.

Yan Yue understood what she meant. Over the past few years, Qin Qingyan really had endured enough, and she herself had been forced to endure with great difficulty. If she still had misgivings before, they had now been mostly dispelled. If it came to becoming intimate with Qin Qingyan, she was willing.

“Yes. Time really flies. I’m almost thirty too,” Yan Yue said, meeting her gaze.

Qin Qingyan took Yan Yue’s hand and placed it against her own face. “You’re still very young.”

Yan Yue smiled and moved her fingers.

Something occurred to Qin Qingyan, and she said with a suppressed laugh, “Don’t people say women are fierce at thirty, like tigers?”

A not-quite-light, not-quite-heavy pain instantly landed on her face.

Yan Yue pinched her cheek. “You really are getting bolder and bolder.”

“I just wanted to experience it,” Qin Qingyan said with a smile. “I wanted to try it.”

A pillow flew into her face. She laughed and caught it, then hugged it to her chest and looked at Yan Yue. She almost forgot the real business.

“I promised my fans I’d give them a little bonus; it’s a video vlog,” Qin Qingyan said.

Yan Yue turned slightly, resting her head on one hand as she listened carefully.

“I thought about it, and decided to record a day of ours,” Qin Qingyan said.

She set down the pillow and squeezed onto the sofa. It was plenty big enough; she hooked an arm around Yan Yue’s waist with practiced ease and rested her head on her arm. They were close enough that their breaths were almost burning.

Yan Yue scooted back a little so Qin Qingyan wouldn’t fall off. Qin Qingyan then edged farther inward.

She didn’t need to worry about falling at all; there was more than enough space. But with Yan Yue, of course the closer the better.

Their legs rested against each other.

“Filming a video?” Yan Yue asked.

“Mm. Just some key moments from our life. I definitely can’t film the whole day, or the parts unsuitable for children would get the account banned,” Qin Qingyan analyzed earnestly.

Yan Yue frowned and clicked her tongue. In the past half-year, this person had become more and more improper.

Qin Qingyan smiled brightly. Looking at Yan Yue, she actually didn’t want to talk about anything else right now; just looking at each other quietly like this was enough.

Warmth flowed between them.

“Right now, the internet only knows I have a girlfriend, but not who she is. So when I film, I’ll try to avoid showing you,” Qin Qingyan said.

“What if you accidentally film me?” Yan Yue asked.

“If I do, I can add a sticker in post and cover it up,” Qin Qingyan said, toying with Yan Yue’s hair. “Or I wouldn’t mind just going public directly.”

Seeing Yan Yue thinking it over, she added, “Su Yan is basically a treasure chest now. Editing video and adding stickers and stuff? Easy.”

Yan Yue suddenly said, “You really want to go public?”

“Not exactly. I know you don’t want to show your face in public. So as long as they know I have a girlfriend, that’s enough,” Qin Qingyan said.

Yan Yue rubbed her smooth, soft cheek. “So obedient. Maybe one day I’ll give you a red book; that would be even more convincing.”

Qin Qingyan stared at her for a long time, love almost spilling from her eyes.

“Does it have to be a red book? Can’t it be something else?” Qin Qingyan asked.

“Iceland is a piece of paper.”

“So is France.”

They looked at each other and smiled; in the future each of them was planning, the other was there.

Three or four days later, Qin Qingyan’s vlog was posted on Weibo without any advance notice. Within a minute, it had already passed ten thousand views, and very quickly it shot up to the hot search. The video was nine minutes and sixteen seconds long.

Qin Qingyan held up the camera and faced it directly. “Hello everyone, I’m Qin Qingyan. This is my day-in-the-life vlog. I personally like staying at home, so what I’m recording is just a day of me at home.”

“It’s now 8:00 a.m.; breakfast time. I’ll go make breakfast first.” Qin Qingyan walked into the kitchen and set the phone down. In the frame, she looked focused and serious.

Comments floated across the top of the video.

【She really makes breakfast herself? I always thought she’d order takeout.】

【Her movements are so practiced. Looks like she does this a lot, Teacher Qin.】

【Mom says if you meet someone who can cook, just marry them.】

“What are you making?” Another woman’s voice appeared in the video.

Qin Qingyan jumped and hurriedly pointed at the camera beside her; the pink-clad figure that had just entered the frame backed out again.

“You’re starting already?” The voice was kept low, but it still got recorded.

“Mm. Recording a whole day; from morning to night should be about right, I guess,” Qin Qingyan replied, turning her head.

【Sister-in-law! Sister-in-law! I’m your little Qing Tuan who’s never met you in person! Look at me!!】

【Sister-in-law’s voice is so nice.】

【Pink and blue; top and bottom are obvious.】

【+1】

In the frame, Qin Qingyan took quite a while before turning back, so the camera captured her expression as fully as possible; it was a tenderness that her work mode had never shown before.

She glanced at the camera. Since it wasn’t a livestream, there were no bullet comments, and she kept working with what was in her hands.

“Breakfast is usually pretty simple: eggs, milk, a bowl of noodle soup. Sometimes I’ll switch it up.”

She was chopping scallions as she spoke. “I don’t like eating scallions, but someone said noodles seasoned with scallions taste better. I tried it, and it really is a lot better. But I still don’t like scallions.”

【Oh, so everything is for that someone.】

【I really want to see what sister-in-law looks like.】

【Teacher Qin leans more A, and her vibe is definitely that of a queen. Sister-in-law might be more soft and cute; didn’t she just walk out wearing pink loungewear?】

The camera shook, then settled on the table.

In the frame, only Qin Qingyan remained.

Qin Qingyan cracked an egg; after peeling it, she put it into the other person’s bowl.

Not long after, a pair of fair hands appeared, holding up a bowl; then they quickly withdrew.

【Those knuckles are so distinct, hnnngh!】

【Do both of them have hands this pretty?】

【Normal, normal. Everyone in our circle has pretty hands, hehe.】

Qin Qingyan looked up at the other person, then lowered her head to eat the egg in silence; after a moment she looked up again, and finally couldn’t help saying, “You don’t have to come on camera. You can talk.”

“Eat without talking; sleep without talking. Isn’t that how we usually are?” the other person replied.

Qin Qingyan thought about it seriously, and finally came to a conclusion: no, that wasn’t how it was.

“I’m full. When are you going to finish?” she asked.

“What’s wrong?” Qin Qingyan replied.

“Washing the dishes. Clear division of labor.”

Qin Qingyan almost laughed from anger. Clear division of labor; that was truly especially clear.

“Clear division of labor; it’s my turn to wash today. Give them to me,” Qin Qingyan said.

So she carried four or five bowls straight into the kitchen.

She rolled up her sleeves and washed the dishes, put them away, cleaned up the things; everything in one go.

Inadvertently, she knocked over the phone stand. When the camera flipped around, it pointed outward, and everyone saw a woman on the sofa, lounging lazily, her head tilted slightly as she flipped through a magazine in her hands.

【Even though it’s only a back view, my years of instinct tell me absolutely it’s the one upstairs.】

【What’s going on? She looks so domineering. Teacher Qin must have worn blue for nothing.】

The camera quickly righted itself.

“Sorry, I didn’t notice,” Qin Qingyan said. “After eating, I usually keep my lover company for a bit while we watch TV.”

Calling her girlfriend seemed a little distant.

She sat down on the sofa and leaned toward the woman.

“Go over there,” the woman said.

Qin Qingyan looked stunned and froze. “Watch TV together?”

“The camera.”

“I’m not filming you. It’s fine if I’m a little close,” Qin Qingyan said.

“Qin Qingyan, go sit on your own side.”

【Why does it feel like... Teacher Qin’s line about ‘watching TV together’ is kind of silly? She definitely wasn’t like this at press conferences.】

【I was careless. I picked the wrong top/bottom. Sweat.】

The camera suddenly cut to the next scene.

【Wow, did something exciting happen?】

【There’s something fishy here.】

【Young lovers, hehehe, tsk tsk tsk.】