316: Moving in

Moving in

Days passed by just like that and Qin Yan's first year of study was completed.1

As the car glided through the darkened streets, the interior was illuminated by a soft, warm glow from the dashboard. Xi Ting and Qin Yan had just finished their date night and were now on their way back to Qin Yan's campus.

Qin Yan's eyes shone with a hint of amusement as she glanced at Xi Ting, who had a faint smile on his lips.

The silence in the car was comfortable, filled only by the hum of the engine and the faint sound of jazz playing on the radio. Qin Yan reached out and turned up the volume, and they both tapped their fingers lightly to the rhythm of the music.

The streetlights flickered as they drove past, casting intermittent shadows on their faces. Qin Yan's cheeks were flushed from the chilly night air, and Xi Ting reached over to adjust the heater, making sure she was warm enough. She thanked him with a grateful smile and reached for his hand, entwining her fingers with his.

They exchanged stolen glances, their eyes meeting in the rearview mirror, and they both chuckled softly. Qin Yan's laughter was melodic, and Xi Ting found himself captivated by the sound. He couldn't help but steal a quick glance at her, taking in her tousled hair and the sparkle in her eyes.

As they approached a stop sign, Xi Ting brought the car to a gentle halt. Qin Yan turned to face him, her hand still clasped in his. They shared a moment of quiet intimacy, the outside world fading into the background. Xi Ting leaned in, and Qin Yan met him halfway, their lips touching in a tender kiss.

Their kiss deepened, and they lost themselves in each other, oblivious to the passing time. The world around them seemed to disappear as they savored the moment, their hearts beating in unison.

When they finally pulled apart, Qin Yan's cheeks were flushed a rosy pink, and Xi Ting's eyes sparkled with adoration. They exchanged a loving gaze, their foreheads resting against each other.

When they reached Qin Yan's campus, Xi Ting walked to Qin Yan's side, "Yan Yan, I want to discuss something with you."

Qin Yan was filled with doubt and surprise. She had no idea of anything that would put a frown on Xi Ting's face.

"Yan Yan, when I'm alone at home, lying on my bed, I always think of you at my side. Every morning when I wake up, I think of how amazing it would be if you're lying in my arms."

"When you come on weekends, and we sleep together, the next morning I wake up early just to see your sleeping face. It feels amazing, to the extent that I think about that scene every day after that. When I look at my bed, I yearn for the wrinkles you'll make on my bedsheets. I want to see half of my closet filled with your clothes. I want to see your toothbrush and mug above the sink. I want to see your towel drying next to mine. I've brought in a dressing table into my bedroom, brand new, with nothing on it. I want to see all your makeup cluttering up that table."

"I want to see you leaving traces of your life and casually misplacing trinkets in every single corner of my home. I want my home to be the backdrop of your snapshots. I want to be able to discover things that you've misplaced somewhere with a passing glance no matter where I am."

"Yan Yan, now that your first year is over, I'm asking you seriously. Will you be willing to move in with me?" Xi Ting embraced Qin Yan in his arms.

Qin Yan was visibly struggling. She wanted to say yes, but she was hesitating.

Qin Yan grasped the hem of his coat and put her forehead on his chest, "I won't refuse if we are to live together; I also want to experience everything you've said earlier. The longer I'm with you, the less willing I am to separate with you."

"Okay then, after I am done with my work, I'll come in the afternoon to move your belongings to my house," Xi Ting cheered up.

Qin Yan blushed. She did not expect him to want her to move in immediately without a moment's delay.

"Isn't this a bit quick? Didn't you say that you are very busy these three days? Qin Yan said.

Seeing Xi Ting's brow raised in question, she elaborated in fear of misunderstanding. "I've already agreed, so I'm not stalling deliberately or anything. I only think that it's a bit too rushed. It'll be the same if I moved in three days later."

"I've been thinking of taking you home as soon as I can after you've finally agreed. I can't wait, not when I'm thinking of hugging you in the comfort of my bed. How can I wait patiently for three days?"

"Fine, I'll move tomorrow."

*

The next day, Qin Yan packed up all the things she needed to bring. Once she was done with her packing, Xi Ting only saw three boxes—two large ones and a small one.

The two large boxes held her clothes while the small one consisted of her daily necessities, including her skincare products and the like.

"This is it?" asked Xi Ting with a raise of his brow.

"Yes, the rest of my necessities are already at your house," Qin Yan said.

On reaching the moonlight villa, Xi Ting dragged Qin Yan into his room to unpack. Till now, whenever Qin Yan would come on weekends, she would stay in a separate room. But now, Xi Ting would absolutely not allow it.

Xi Ting watched as Qin Yan hung her clothes up into his cupboard, her clothes slowly being displayed neatly next to his. As he watched her go about her task, Xi Ting could not restrain the joy he felt in his heart.

"From now on, buy anything that you like and have it displayed here. If there's any furniture in the house that you don't like, we can change it. Now that you'll be living here, you can arrange things according to your preferences. If there's some decoration or furnishing that you don't like, tell me," said Xi Ting.

As he watched Qin Yan set down her skincare products and cosmetics on the dressing table, the empty dressing table that was akin to a dressing table in a model room seemed to come to life with the things that were displayed on it.

Before he met Qin Yan, he had never felt this; he had always thought that his bedroom did feel like home. However, ever since he met Qin Yan, his bedroom stopped being pleasing to his eye. It felt especially empty to him, like nobody lived in the room, like a bedroom in a model house.

"Ah Ting, I have been here previously. There's no need to change the furniture, what's the point in changing things up so greatly. I like the style of your sheets and blanket too. Once I start buying those little tools that'll make things convenient at home and bringing them here, the style of the room will slowly change too."

Qin Yan was just about done with unpacking; all that was left was to put her toothbrush and cup next to Xi Ting.

Xi Ting walked over to sneak a glance at her before he said, "If you have nothing going on the day after tomorrow, let's go to the supermarket."

"Why?" Qin Yan was hanging her towel on the rack, right next to Xi Ting's towel when he had spoken. She turned around and asked, her hands stilling with her action.

"This isn't a pair," Xi Ting pointed at her toothbrush and the cup that held it. "We can go get a couple set the day after tomorrow, together with the towels."

He pondered silently for a bit before continuing, "I'll make a list tonight. Whatever that can be made into couple sets will be changed. That includes the glasses and coffee mugs too."

Qin Yan could not help smiling at his words, her heart swelling with sweetness. This man was so concerned about tiny details like these.

Xi Ting did not hear her reaction, but when he lowered his gaze to see the sweet smile tugging at her lips, as well as her snow-like skin and her clear eyes, he could not help embracing her completely. He pushed her against the wall and captured her lips in a kiss, his teeth tugging at her lips as his tongue rolled against her tongue.

Qin Yan felt a slight tinge of pain at his actions, though it was by no means uncomfortable, his encompassing emotions towards her overwhelmed her entirely. Her hands wound tight around his neck and she returned the kiss with an equal amount of emotion.

"I…I feel slightly nervous. We'll be staying together from now on. It isn't dating anymore, where we see each other every day but we go back to different homes." Qin Yan's grasp on his shirt was tight.

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