The Taste of Love Starts in the Kitchen (GL) - Chapter 79

The two walked in silence, one after the other. Song Baili was a step ahead, with Qian Qian trailing behind.

Under the night sky, the moonlight poured down like water, casting a soft, dreamlike glow over their figures.

Suddenly, Song Baili heard Qian Qian’s voice behind her.

“Ouch, ah… hiss…”

She stopped in her tracks and turned around. Qian Qian was clutching her ankle, her face pale and filled with pain, her brows knitted tightly.

Song Baili quickly rushed over, squatting down in front of Qian Qian. Gently, she lifted Qian Qian’s ankle, carefully inspecting it. Her actions were extraordinarily tender, and a trace of worry showed on her face.

Qian Qian quietly watched Song Baili, a small smile spreading across her lips. Her gaze softened, and her lowered lashes couldn’t hide the joy and contentment in her eyes.

“Did you hurt it again?” Song Baili asked.

“It’s probably the old injury acting up. It still hurts in the same spot.”

“It’s been so long. You should see a specialist at the hospital,” Song Baili said, frowning slightly.

Qian Qian chuckled softly, bent slightly forward, and placed her arm lightly around Song Baili’s shoulders as she stood up.

“It’s not that serious. Just take me home, and I’ll put some ointment on it myself,” Qian Qian replied.

Song Baili allowed Qian Qian to rest her hand on her shoulder, while her other arm wrapped gently around Qian Qian’s waist. Their bodies leaned into each other as they carefully made their way forward.

Song Baili helped Qian Qian into her room, guiding her step by step.

Judging the narrow sofa to be uncomfortable, Song Baili decided to take Qian Qian to the spacious double bed instead.

With care, she settled Qian Qian onto the bed, propping a soft pillow behind her back to make her more comfortable.

Placing Qian Qian’s injured foot on her lap, Song Baili grabbed an ice pack, wrapped it in a towel, and gently pressed it against the swollen ankle.

The cold touch made Qian Qian flinch, her brows furrowing in discomfort.

Song Baili noticed her reaction and lightly patted Qian Qian’s hand. “Just bear with it for a bit. It’ll feel better soon,” she said reassuringly.

Afterward, she brought a warm towel and carefully wiped the dirt and small scrapes on Qian Qian’s knees and hands. Using clean gauze, she cleaned the wounds around the affected areas.

Once the surface was cleaned, Song Baili dipped a cotton swab in ointment and meticulously applied it to every scrape, ensuring no spot was missed.

Every time Song Baili’s fingers brushed her skin, Qian Qian felt a jolt, like a gentle current sparking along her nerves and stirring something deep inside her.

She tried to regulate her breathing, but the more she tried, the faster her heart raced. A strange, magnetic pull seemed to quicken her pulse, leaving her breathless.

Blurred images flitted through her mind, stirring emotions she couldn’t ignore. Her breathing became uneven, and a tingling warmth spread through her body.

“How’s this? Do you feel better? Is there still anywhere else that hurts?” Song Baili asked, her voice steady and soothing.

Qian Qian lowered her head slightly, her gaze falling on Song Baili’s flawless face.

Song Baili’s features were sharp yet soft—a perfect oval face with a delicate jawline. Her elegant neck enhanced her refined beauty.

Her skin was pale and smooth, glowing faintly like morning mist kissed by sunlight. Her arched brows resembled a crescent moon, and her eyes were as deep and clear as autumn water. Her straight nose and subtly tinted lips completed her graceful appearance.

To Qian Qian, Song Baili seemed like a living sculpture, flawless from every angle, a masterpiece without a single imperfection.

Noticing Qian Qian staring at her, Song Baili hesitated. Her calm demeanor was interrupted by Qian Qian’s piercing gaze, which felt as if it could see through to her soul.

“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you saying anything?” Song Baili asked softly.

“Look into my eyes,” Qian Qian replied, her voice low but commanding.

Though puzzled, Song Baili obliged. She moved closer, sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning slightly toward Qian Qian.

Their eyes locked, and Song Baili saw her reflection in Qian Qian’s bright, fiery gaze. In that moment, it felt as though she was being engulfed by an intense warmth, her silhouette flickering in the passionate depths of Qian Qian’s eyes.

“What do you see?”

Song Baili leaned in a little more, her gaze fixed on Qian Qian’s eyes. But no matter how hard she looked, she couldn’t find any clues to her question.

Frowning slightly, she shook her head, confused.

Qian Qian smiled, her expression as gentle as a spring breeze. She reached out, her hand lightly cupping Song Baili’s cheek.

Her fingertips gently slid across Song Baili’s skin, feeling the soft and delicate texture. A wave of emotion surged within her—a genuine fondness that blossomed from the depths of her heart.

“Can’t you see that my eyes are filled with you, silly?”

Baili’s cheeks flushed with warmth. Panic bubbled up inside her as she tried to avert her gaze but found herself sneaking glances at Qian Qian again.

That fleeting moment felt like walking through a tunnel of time, as if they had met centuries ago, separated, and reunited again after countless lifetimes.

Qian Qian’s eyes curved into a smile, a gentle, refreshing expression like a spring bubbling forth, highlighting the delicate features of her face.

Her smile swept across Baili’s heart, stirring desires buried deep within. Every nerve in her body seemed to awaken, urging her toward Qian Qian. An unrestrained longing ignited like a wildfire in her chest—a primal, irresistible craving to hold the person before her completely.

When Qian Qian’s cool fingertips lightly brushed Baili’s cheek and slowly moved to her neck, the sensation was subtle and tender, like a soft breeze.

Then, Qian Qian’s warm lips gently covered hers. A faint fragrance lingered in the air, wrapping around them like a delicate mist. Baili’s senses were filled with its sweet, intoxicating aroma.

Closing her eyes, Baili instinctively reached out, her hands lightly resting on Qian Qian’s waist. A sweet, almost intoxicating flavor spread across her lips, like tasting the purest spring water—so satisfying that it quenched the thirst in her heart.

As the kiss deepened, their breaths became quicker and more uneven. Every inch of their skin seemed to radiate heat, the sparks between them growing into a raging fire.

The intensity of their emotions swept them away, their desires unbridled and free, as if galloping across a vibrant, blooming field of spring.

Reason melted away in the heat of their passion, stripped away piece by piece, until they were both lost in a whirlpool of unrestrained love.

Slowly, they began exploring each other’s bodies. Each touch brought with it a primal and profound connection, sending shivers through them both.

Finally, carried by the tide of their emotions, they reached a perfect harmony of body and soul.

Baili slowly woke from her dream, her body feeling a bit sore. She blinked, trying to focus her vision and take in her surroundings.

She glanced around, noting the furniture, the paintings on the wall, and the soft morning light streaming through the window. A wave of confusion swept over her.

But as her thoughts cleared, memories of the previous night played back in her mind, scene by vivid scene, like a movie reel.

Her heart began to race, her pulse quickening as if pulling her back to those intense, passionate moments.

A warm blush spread across her cheeks. Her lips curled into an involuntary smile, and a sweet sensation filled her chest.

Gently, she shifted her body to sit up. A faint discomfort lingered in her lower half, and her muscles felt slightly sore and stiff.

Turning her head slightly, her gaze fell on Qian Qian, who was still fast asleep beside her.

Bathed in the soft morning light, Qian Qian’s face looked exceptionally peaceful. Her gentle breathing was like a delicate melody that filled the room.

Baili quietly observed her, noting the subtle twitch of her silky eyelashes and the faint smile on her lips. It seemed as if Qian Qian was dreaming of something pleasant.

Reaching out softly, Baili tucked a stray strand of hair behind Qian Qian’s ear. Then, she carefully lifted the blanket and got out of bed, picking up her clothes from the floor and putting them on piece by piece.

Her movements were light, cautious not to make any noise that might disturb Qian Qian’s sleep.

As she turned to leave, she noticed Qian Qian was already awake.

Propped up lazily on one elbow, Qian Qian rested her chin on her hand. The morning light danced across her hair, casting a golden glow over her delicate features.

Her eyes glimmered with a playful charm, and a smile lingered on her lips. Her clear, gentle gaze was filled with curiosity and desire, as if she could see straight through Baili, both body and soul.

Baili felt rooted to the spot under Qian Qian’s gaze, unable to move for a moment.

Then, regaining her composure, she instinctively straightened her posture, smoothed her hair, and slowly walked over to Qian Qian. Sitting gracefully by the bed, she said, “I’ll head home for a shower and a change of clothes, then come back for you.”

Qian Qian tilted her chin slightly, her expression playful and light. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Baili, her hand reaching out to gently trace along the curve of Baili’s chest. Her fingers glided over the soft fabric, outlining graceful contours.

“Waking up to such a beautiful sight—Baili, your figure is as stunning as a model’s. Your body fat percentage must be under twenty. Have you been secretly working out?”

Baili smiled warmly but didn’t directly answer her question.

Instead, she held Qian Qian’s hand, their fingers intertwining tightly. Her gaze softened, lingering on Qian Qian’s face with a deep, contemplative look, as if weighing her next words.

In the quiet that followed, Baili finally broke the silence with a question heavy with meaning:

“Was it your first time?”