In the room, only the light from the bathroom illuminated the darkness. Qin Hanyue rushed in so hurriedly that he did not turn on the lights. When Qiao Ying came in, she also forgot to turn them on.
Only the area near the bathroom door had light. The bed was the furthest from the bathroom, so it was darker than any other part of the bedroom.
The lighting was very suitable.
As soon as Qiao Ying touched the bed, the man covered her body with his own.
Receiving her permission, he did not restrain himself any longer.
As their clothes were removed, their bodies only grew hotter.
She looked calm, but the way she put her arms around his neck was a little tense, still somewhat nervous in her heart.
"Why did you go eat with that woman?"
"The great boss of the God's Arms actually got drugged."
"Did that woman take advantage of you? Did she fawn over you and get physically close? Don't tell me she even kissed you?"
What answered her were his increasingly heavy breaths.
He could not reply to her, so her self-directed questions seemed like an attempt to calm her nerves. This unnatural behavior was somewhat out of line with her usual decisive and aloof attitude. If Qin Hanyue were clear-headed, he would definitely laugh and call her cute again.
"What would you have done to save yourself if I hadn't rushed back?"
"That night at the state banquet after I left, how did you deal with it? Did you borrow the room's bathroom to take a cold shower? Or..."
Her lips were sealed by his. Qiao Ying's arms that were around his neck slowly let go, and instead grabbed his strong, sturdy arms, but she grabbed hard muscle and bulging veins. Every muscle in his body was filled with power.
Qiao Ying had astonishing endurance for pain, but with Qin Hanyue in this state, there was no way he could be gentle. His behavior was clearly not his usual self, which made Qiao Ying clench her brows fiercely...
Qin Yan anxiously waited outside the door. He saw that nearly an hour had passed, yet no one had emerged. He inevitably grew worried about Qin Hanyue.
With Miss Qiao's medical skills, dispelling a drug like this shouldn't take so long. Qin Yan paced back and forth anxiously.
Taking this long without recovering, could Master endure it?
He had heard that if relief was not timely for this kind of drug, it could affect fertility. Carelessness could lead to loss of a man's vigor.
Could it have already had an effect? Was Miss Qiao trying to salvage the situation?
Qin Yan sucked in a breath of cold air in fright.
What if Master could no longer perform and Miss Qiao didn't want him anymore?
What if the blow was too great and Master fell into dejection?
The more Qin Yan thought about it, the more flustered he became. After overcoming myriad difficulties and finally reaching a resolution, the result would be too tragic if Master could no longer function properly.
No, he had to do something.
Qin Yan pondered whether he should first knock on the door to check the situation, or find Lin Cheng to bring an elite medical team to assist.
Check the situation first.
What if the drug had already worn off and Master just felt embarrassed to show his face and needed time to regain composure?
Better to be prudent and knock first.
Qin Yan raised his hand, about to knock with his knuckles just one centimeter from the door, when he abruptly hit the brakes. In a split second, Qin Yan's mind crackled as he suddenly thought of something.
What drug...no, medicine did Master get dosed with?
An aphrodisiac.
Who was inside saving Master? Miss Qiao, Master's girlfriend whom he had desperately pursued through thick and thin.
A man and woman alone, under such fiery circumstances.
Miss Qiao had been treating him for so long. Was there a possibility she was using unconventional methods? This seemed more conventional!
Qin Yan's hand shook and he immediately pulled it back.
Then he hastily took a big step back, far from the door.
Close call - if he had knocked, even without Master twisting off his head, he would have regretted his guts out.
"Woof," Young Master Four looked at him.
As if saying: Are you knocking or not? If not, I'll knock.
Qin Yan swallowed and regained his composure. He coughed and said, "Let's go, time for bed." He busily dragged Young Master Four away.
Young Master Four refused to leave. Qin Yan kept tugging and pulling.
They ran into Moon Shadow and Flowing Shadow returning.
"Where's Qiao Ying?" Moon Shadow asked him.
"She's with my Young Master in the room conducting proper business," Qin Yan smirked wickedly.
Flowing Shadow: "Perfect timing to discuss things together."
"No way." Qin Yan spread his arms wide to completely block the path.
He thought: Discuss what together? This kind of thing can't be done together!
Flowing Shadow looked at him: "What are you doing?"
Qin Yan: "You little brat really don't understand anything, do you?"
Flowing Shadow was baffled. Qin Yan calling him a little brat made him very unhappy, and he was itching to use his sack-sized mechanized fists.
Moon Shadow took Flowing Shadow and left, "We'll come back tomorrow."
Winter in country C was truly cold. It was raining and sleeting outside, with cold winds rattling the window panes.
Qiao Ying felt like she was enveloped, invaded, engulfed and then melted by a fireball. Her mind grew unclear as well.
It was freezing outside the window, but fiery passion burned inside the room.
Qiao Ying's blurry eyes met the man's crimson gaze.
The swaying tree shadows outside the window shook all night long. The windows rattled all night from the cold winds. Qiao Ying listened to the sounds all night long.
Later in the night, the rain grew heavier, pounding the window panes with cracking splashes.
Not until daybreak, with his words "Little Ying, I want to fill our home with children and grandchildren" ringing in her ears, did Qiao Ying finally experience silence.
Early in the morning, Lin Cheng had the chef prepare nourishing soups and stews, but they hadn't eaten a sip by noon.
Lin Cheng understood, and had the restewed nourishing soup prepared again for dinner.
But once cooked, still no one emerged at mealtime to drink it.
The afternoon brought some sunshine, and by dusk, the sunset glowed magnificently.
Qin Hanyue awoke and after a sluggish moment of realization, his first reaction was to turn and look next to him.
Seeing Qiao Ying sleeping with her back to him, Qin Hanyue's heart quivered. In that instant he was fully alert.
Lin Cheng had the stew left to serve a bit later, saying they might get up for it. But Qin Yan hurriedly asked him for a doctor.
Lin Cheng: "Is it Master Qin..."
Qin Yan quickly clarified: "It's Miss Qiao."
He cursed inwardly: Young Master is simply a beast!
Recalling the bite marks and traces all over Qin Hanyue's neck, Qin Yan couldn't help thinking: If Young Master is in this state, Miss Qiao must have been ravaged horrifically!
When Qin Hanyue awoke and saw Qiao Ying next to him, recalling last night brought a smile. He embraced her and kissed the back of her head, but the woman in his arms showed no reaction at all.
He had assumed she was just sleeping too deeply from exhaustion.
Eventually he realized she had lost consciousness.
Qin Hanyue was badly frightened by Qiao Ying's ghastly pale little face.
Qiao Ying was unconscious in bed for a full day and night, running a fever until it finally receded the next morning.
Upon waking, her first words to Qin Hanyue were: "Qin Hanyue, fuck you!"
Hoarse voice, feeble tone, her entire body limp.
In all their time knowing each other, this was the first time the usually polite and gentlemanly Qin Hanyue had been cursed at so crudely.
Qin Hanyue was delighted inside but also felt guilty and remorseful. He bent down to nuzzle his face against hers and said, "Thank you."
That one thank you reminded Qiao Ying that when he had mostly regained his senses in the latter half of the night, he had laid atop her again and again saying thank you, over ten times.
Sincere gratitude and satisfaction from the heart.
Yet for all his words, he had shown no mercy or restraint whatsoever.
Qiao Ying: "Fuck your thanks."
She was very resentful, with red rims around her eyes.
Qin Hanyue smiled and indulged her: "It's my mother who should be thanking you."
Qin Hanyue's mind had been unclear initially and he couldn't recall what Qiao Ying had said to him earlier. But he knew that if she had been unwilling, he couldn't have forced her.
