On the small bed, the two were locked in a passionate kiss, frantically venting the pent up emotions in their hearts, not just of love.
Qiao Ying tore open the top button on his shirt.
Before she could go further, his large hand grabbed her small hand, and their lips parted, but their breaths still lingered entwined. At this moment both were completely enveloped in each other's scent.
Clinging to the last shreds of reason, Qin Hanyue's voice grew hoarse as he tensely asked her, "...What are you doing?" He was breathing heavily.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together, their hearts had never been so close, they could fully feel each other's heartbeats almost bursting out of their chests, strong and fiery.
Qiao Ying raised her eyes to meet his, filled with passion, but her eyes were clear, though her breathing was a little disordered.
She asked, "Don't you want to?"
Qin Hanyue looked at her sober appearance, he couldn't help frowning slightly, the passion in his eyes also gradually faded away. He looked into her eyes, unabashedly laying bare the desire in his heart: "I do."
As his words fell, Qiao Ying's lips covered his once more.
But Qin Hanyue did not respond again, nor did he let go of her hand, just letting her "make trouble".
So she slowly stopped, leaving his lips, looking at him again, and saw a hint of hurt in his eyes.
She heard him say:
"First tell me, do you want to consummate our relationship because you love me, or do you want to repay me with your body and then cut ties with me afterwards?"
His tone was gentle, though uneasy in his heart.
Qiao Ying instead asked him, "Does it matter?"
"It matters." Qin Hanyue solemnly answered her.
"If it's the former, don't think about it, I'll be overjoyed and fully accept premarital intimacy. If it's the latter..."
He smiled, somewhat roguishly, "Then I only accept repayment with your body, not cutting ties."
"If both can't be had, then I don't want it. I'd rather stop here and cease all developments in our relationship."
"Being ambiguous with you forever, I'd be perfectly content with that."
He released her hand at his collar, then gently caressed her flushed little face, lightly raising his head to peck her crimson lips, his breathing had calmed down, he was completely composed.
"Qiao Ying, if you feel I only want to obtain you as a person, if you think I will accept and like you only repaying my feelings with your body, then you underestimate me too much, and insult me too much."
After hearing his words, Qiao Ying fell silent.
The two looked at each other.
Finally, it seemed Qiao Ying conceded defeat first.
Seeing the righteous Qin Hanyue, her face was uncharacteristically awkward, she threw at him: "Really troublesome."
Then lowering her head, she laid it directly on his chest.
Qin Hanyue held her, one large hand covering the back of her head, gently caressing her hair comfortingly and affectionately.
In the small room, only their uneven breathing could be heard.
After the silence, Qin Hanyue suddenly heard her speak.
She said, "You're going to lose out on this deal, Mr. Qin."
Qiao Ying's gaze was calm, staring straight ahead, with only the sound of his strong, powerful heartbeat next to her ear.
Qin Hanyue held the girl: "To me, you were never a deal, there would never be transactions between us."
He tightened his arms, hugging her even closer, his chin resting on her head: "If we must calculate gains and losses, then I've already profited."
His words were gentle yet strong, warm but firm, penetrating straight into one's heart, completely grasping it.
Qiao Ying didn't speak again.
He rubbed the back of her head with his thumb, suddenly laughing: "When I was little, my mother had someone read my fortune, saying I would have a family full of children in this lifetime."
Then with certainty he said: "Other than you, no one else will share this family joy with me."
Qiao Ying laughed at him: "Fortune telling? How nonsense."
But compared to reincarnation, how much could fortune telling really foretell?
Lying on Qin Hanyue, she didn't take his nonsense to heart at all, but after a moment, curiosity got the better of her and she asked: "Was your fortune reading real or fake?"
Qin Hanyue: "Of course it was real."
Qiao Ying's brows quirked up slightly, imagining some amusing scenario: "Real? Then should I give you some privacy? Or you can go to the bathroom?"
Hearing something amiss, Qin Hanyue opened his eyes, looking down at her round little head: "What are you imagining?"
Qiao Ying spoke boldly: "Mr. Qin needn't be shy, almost every man uses this method to relieve physiological needs."
Qin Hanyue: "..."
Qin Hanyue retorted tit for tat: "Miss Qiao is quite knowledgeable."
Qiao Ying: "Mr. Qin has lost his mind, forgetting I'm a doctor."
Qin Hanyue: "..."
Qiao Ying: "Are you sure holding me will help you calm down? Don't force yourself, not only will you lose face, but damage your health too, the loss would be great."
As a doctor, she was very tactful, not using a single professional term, very considerate of his psychology and situation.
Qiao Ying's thoughtful advice completely poured oil on the fire, her few words instantly reigniting Qin Hanyue's desire which he had barely suppressed.
Qin Hanyue clenched his teeth: "...Don't talk."
He couldn't even hear her voice now.
Qiao Ying: "Really don't need my help?"
She was teasing him on purpose.
Qin Hanyue expected to furiously reject again, but instead through gritted teeth, meaningfully said: "You're injured, I'll have to trouble you next time."
Next time?
What did he mean?
She meant giving him shots.
What he meant didn't seem to be that~
After all her injuries didn't prevent her from giving shots.
Not knowing how much time passed, Qiao Ying was getting sleepy when she heard him let out a deep breath above her head, and his taut body slowly relaxed, seeming much calmer now.
Qiao Ying: "Calmed down now? That took a really long time."
He didn't respond.
Qiao Ying: "Let me take your pulse?"
His male dignity was completely trampled.
Qin Hanyue could stand it no longer. Holding her, he turned to his side, letting her uninjured arm cushion beneath, placing her on the bed and circling her in his embrace, facing each other.
He looked at her and said, "No need, I'm fine."
Qiao Ying tugged her lips, examined his face, and sounded skeptical: "Really?"
Qin Hanyue looked at the girl's fair little face, bright eyes gazing fondly, his breathing grew heavy again.
He simply pressed her head into his embrace.
