Chapter 183 - 180: Envy
After passing through the endless wheat fields, the car exited the highway, turning left and right on ordinary roads. All of a sudden, the light dimmed as they came upon a small road at the foot of the mountain. Tall trees covered the sky, blocking out the sun and leaving the air suddenly cool—a breeze with a hint of moisture blew in through the window.
The nearly two-hour drive had drained the passengers of their initial energy. Most were leaning back in their seats, quietly gazing out the windows or resting with their eyes closed.
The vehicle no longer glided as smoothly as it had on the highway and occasionally jolted. He Fang opened her sleepy eyes and rubbed them, looking outside at the unfamiliar scenery with some bewilderment, "Where are we?"
"We’re almost at Chou Mountain. Go back to sleep, I’ll wake you when we get there."
Qin Guanglin pulled her back to his shoulder, and He Fang leaned against him obediently, yet she didn’t close her eyes again. She yawned and stared out the window, absent-mindedly grasping his hand and gently caressing the knuckles of his fingers.
It wasn’t just Qin Guanglin who liked to play with her small hands; she also enjoyed fiddling with his. His hands were warm and strong, with clear-cut knuckles and long fingers that sometimes made her envious—especially of the place on his right middle finger. Her way of holding a pen for drawing varied, unlike hers, which was always the same for writing. No matter how often she soaked her hands in warm water, she couldn’t prevent calluses from forming.
This was unfair.
Feeling somewhat indignant, He Fang bit lightly on Qin Guanglin’s finger. Embarrassed by his puzzled look, she lowered her head and wiped the tiny droplets of saliva off his finger, whispering softly, "You need to cut your nails."
"So were you trying to bite them off just now?" Qin Guanglin asked, looking at his somewhat long nails.
"No, I just suddenly craved pig’s trotters."
"When we get back, I’ll buy you a freezer full. Whenever you want some, just stew one. Don’t gnaw on mine," Qin Guanglin said with a laugh, tilting slightly to retrieve a keychain from his pocket and handing it to her. It held an earpick and nail clippers, "You can help me cut them."