Beautiful Woman, You Have Another Express Delivery! (GL) - Chapter 11

Cheng Qiuyi had been losing things recently.

They weren’t valuable items. A few days ago, it was an occasional hair clip or hair tie. Cheng Qiuyi just assumed Liu Shuhan had taken and used them and didn’t pay much attention. But lately, she suspected a thief had broken into the house, because she had lost… her underwear.

Yes, three pairs of underwear that were hanging outside had disappeared in one week. Along with the underwear, four socks and one bandeau bra had also mysteriously vanished. They were all intimate items. She had no idea which pervert had taken them.

Liu Shuhan, who was taking a shower, suddenly sneezed.

“What are you doing?” When Liu Shuhan came out, she saw Cheng Qiuyi holding a clothes hanger, hands on her hips, intensely staring up at the ceiling on the balcony, like Nezha.

“We’ve been robbed,” Cheng Qiuyi put the hanger back and turned around. She couldn’t help but smile when she saw Liu Shuhan. “Did you put on your dad’s clothes?”

Liu Shuhan was wearing a loose, old T-shirt on top. The cotton fabric was a faded, old yellow. It was unclear how many years she had worn it. The lock-stitching on the neckline and cuffs was broken, and there was a crooked patch on the hem. On the bottom, she wore a pair of black beach shorts. Her two skinny legs dangled under the empty pant legs. At first glance, her outfit was exactly the same as an old man doing morning exercises in the park.

“What are you looking at? These are my pajamas!”

“Are your pajamas older than you are?”

Liu Shuhan chuckled. “Don’t say that. These pants really are my dad’s, but he thought they were ugly and lazy to wear. The fabric is quite soft, though. It’s super comfortable to sleep in!”

“Is that so?” Cheng Qiuyi walked up beside Liu Shuhan and, taking her by surprise, reached her hand into the pant leg that was almost as wide as a skirt. “Let me feel exactly how comfortable they are.”

The skin on the thigh was very delicate. Squeezing it felt soft, like a ball of cotton. The more Cheng Qiuyi touched, the more she didn’t want to let go.

Liu Shuhan was ticklish. The moment Cheng Qiuyi’s hand reached her thigh, she surrendered, dodging while trying to stop the mischievous hand. “Hey, hey, hey, we’re talking about serious matters. Don’t just casually mess around.”

“How can touching my own woman be called messing around?”

Cheng Qiuyi pressed Liu Shuhan against the wall behind her, then reached her hand inside her shirt from the hem to tickle her sensitive spot at the waist. Liu Shuhan’s legs went weak, and she kept twisting her body, hanging on Cheng Qiuyi’s arm and begging for mercy.

“Cheng Qiuyi… Cheng Qiuyi, I was wrong… Spare me… Hahahaha… Cheng Qiuyi, I was wrong…”

“Will you let me touch you in the future?”

“Yes, yes, yes…”

Only then did Cheng Qiuyi reluctantly withdraw her hand.

The two wrestled playfully for a while, both breathless. Liu Shuhan hugged Cheng Qiuyi’s arm to steady herself, tears from laughing still hanging in the corners of her eyes. A thought struck Cheng Qiuyi. She lowered her head and stuck out her tongue to lick Liu Shuhan’s eye corner, rolling that cool little drop of water into her mouth.

Having just taken a shower, Liu Shuhan smelled fragrant all over. Cheng Qiuyi smiled with satisfaction. “Tastes good.”

Liu Shuhan felt that she must have been blind before, actually thinking Cheng Qiuyi was a completely straight girl. Cheng Qiuyi was an old pervert! She wondered how many young girls she had seduced with this move. Provoked by Cheng Qiuyi’s smile, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed Cheng Qiuyi. “What does it taste like? Let me try, too.”

With the beauty in her arms, Cheng Qiuyi had long forgotten the little thief who liked to steal underwear.

Lips and teeth tangled. An inexplicable restlessness surged in Liu Shuhan’s heart. She leaned close to Cheng Qiuyi’s ear and whispered, “Have you learned how a pig runs?”

Cheng Qiuyi laughed under her breath, her chest vibrating against Liu Shuhan’s. “I not only learned how a pig runs, but I also learned how to eat pork.”

Liu Shuhan looked at her expectantly, her two large eyes dark and bright, her entire face shouting, Come and eat me! But Cheng Qiuyi removed Liu Shuhan’s hands from her body. “But it’s not time yet.”

Liu Shuhan disappointed scratched her hair. Only then did she remember what Cheng Qiuyi had just said. “You said the house was robbed? What kind of thief?”

“It’s nothing. I was mistaken. Everything is still here.”

Liu Shuhan was already timid. If she were to find out there was an underwear-stealing pervert, she would probably be scared to death. Better to catch the pervert first, then talk about it.

Liu Shuhan suddenly sneezed again.

Cheng Qiuyi frowned. “I told you not to wear such drafty clothes. Did you catch a cold?”

Liu Shuhan tugged at her collar, remembered something, and smiled. “Speaking of which, this shirt was given to me by a classmate in high school.”

Cheng Qiuyi’s ears caught the key information and she grew alert. “What classmate?”

“I’ve forgotten what he looks like. A male classmate. He gave me a T-shirt for my birthday, but it was an XXL size. It was hilarious.”

“It wouldn’t be this exact one, would it?”

“Yeah. Did you really think it was my dad’s?”

Cheng Qiuyi raised an eyebrow. “Liu Shuhan, you are something else. I didn’t realize you were so dedicated. You’ve been wearing a mismatched T-shirt gifted by a male classmate for over ten years.”

“Are you jealous?” Liu Shuhan covered her mouth, stifling a laugh. “I don’t even remember his name. What are you jealous about?”

Cheng Qiuyi said with a cold face, “It’s getting late. Go rest.”

With that, she returned to her own room and closed the door.

How could she be joking about being angry and then actually get mad? Liu Shuhan rubbed her nose, a bit confused. That’s women for you—they change their mood faster than turning a page.

Liu Shuhan felt frustrated looking at Cheng Qiuyi’s tightly closed door. A stunning beauty, and her favorite Cheng Qiuyi, was around her every day. She could look, touch, and kiss her, but she couldn’t eat her. What kind of situation was this? Liu Shuhan was a normal person. She had all the normal desires. Yet, Cheng Qiuyi was sexually reserved. When she flirted, it was intense, but every time she flirted, she ran away, leaving Liu Shuhan full of suppressed heat.

Although Liu Shuhan was still vague about how two women do that thing, Cheng Qiuyi was here, wasn’t she? Besides cooking, was there anything in the world Cheng Qiuyi couldn’t do?

Liu Shuhan leaned against the balcony door, hugging her chest resentfully for a while. Noticing that no one was around, she quietly used the clothes hanger to sneakily grab something from the clothesline, clutched it in her hand, and scurried back to her room like a rabbit.

She leaned against the bedroom door, patting her chest and letting out a long sigh. She cautiously pulled a small key out of the inner pocket of her white down jacket in the closet, then took out her precious small box from a shoe box underneath the closet, unlocked it, and neatly folded the piece of Cheng Qiuyi’s underwear she had just snatched, placing it inside.

When the box was opened, all the underwear, socks, and other items Cheng Qiuyi had lost over the week were inside, neatly categorized and folded, tidier than Liu Shuhan’s own wardrobe.

After placing the item inside, Liu Shuhan seemed to realize what she had done and violently slapped the back of her right hand. “Liu Shuhan, I told you to keep your hands to yourself! You’ll be dead if Cheng Qiuyi finds out!”

Liu Shuhan had a deeply ingrained collecting habit regarding Cheng Qiuyi. She was enthusiastic about collecting everything related to Cheng Qiuyi; she even felt pity for an empty face wash bottle that Cheng Qiuyi had thrown away.

Liu Shuhan moving into this house was like a thief entering a huge treasure vault, full of treasures. God knows how much self-control it took to restrain herself.

What would she do if Cheng Qiuyi really found out?

Liu Shuhan carefully locked the box and put it back in its place. She glanced at the two suitcases in the corner of the room, which had come with her the day she moved in.

Being able to be with Cheng Qiuyi was already wonderful. If one day she truly hated her, she could just go back to where she came from. At least she would have had Cheng Qiuyi—that was enough.

Cheng Qiuyi was in her room, looking at the computer monitor with a complex expression. She had just installed the camera tonight, thinking it would take a few days to catch the thief. She never expected to catch her tonight, and she certainly never expected that person to be Liu Shuhan.

The sneaky look of the person in the video made Cheng Qiuyi not know whether to laugh or cry. Liu Shuhan seemed like a cheerful and outgoing woman on the surface. Who would have thought she had such a… unique hobby.

Cheng Qiuyi went to her private Weibo account and sent a private message to Liu Shuhan—the account named “A Piece of Stone.”

A Piece of Stone: “Dead Wood, are you there?”

A Piece of Wood: “I’m here. What is it now?”

A Piece of Stone: “Can’t I look for you for no reason? By the way, why haven’t I seen you post photos of beauties for several days?”

A Piece of Wood: “The beauty is mine now. I can’t show her to you.”

Cheng Qiuyi went to Liu Shuhan’s pinned Weibo post and saw that the secretly taken photo of herself had indeed been deleted. She smiled and typed a few words: “Congratulations, you got what you wanted.”

A Piece of Wood sent back a contemptuous emoji. “What do you mean ‘got what I wanted’? She confessed first!”

Cheng Qiuyi could almost picture Liu Shuhan making that expression with the contemptuous yellow bean face emoji, and her smile deepened. “Didn’t you say the beauty’s taste was a little heavy that day?”

A Piece of Wood seemed to be busy with something and took a while to reply to Cheng Qiuyi’s message: “Whether she is serious or not, at least I want to be serious.”

Cheng Qiuyi sighed at that small line of text. She had been so obvious, so why wouldn’t Liu Shuhan believe her? Was the word “Liar” written on her face?

She exited the private message and dialed Liu Shuhan’s number.

“Qiuyi, you, you’re not angry anymore?” Liu Shuhan answered the phone quickly, her tone carrying cautious probing.

“Shuhan, do you never believe that I love you?”

Liu Shuhan was surprised. Why would Cheng Qiuyi suddenly say this? “N-No, I do. What happened? Why are you asking that?”

“Nothing. You rest well. Good night.”

“Good night.”

Liu Shuhan hung up the phone and couldn’t figure out what Cheng Qiuyi meant for a long time. Was she angry or not angry?

While she was still pondering, A Piece of Stone replied to the private message: “Dead Wood, it’s unfair to her that you love her but also guard yourself against her.”

It was unfair, but Cheng Qiuyi was unpredictable. She could come back without warning today, and she could slip away quietly next time, just like nine years ago.

If that happened, and she was left alone again, what would she do?