Clothes, suits and ties were scattered across the bedroom floor leading to the bathroom. This was unlike Qin Hanyue's usually tidy behavior. It showed the speed he had entered the bathroom.
Qiao Ying tore off the fake skin on her face and quickly came to the bathroom door, grabbing the handle and trying to turn it down.
She found the door locked from inside.
Qiao Ying helplessly knocked on the door, calling him: "Qin Hanyue."
The sound of running water drowned out her movements. Qiao Ying knocked louder, raising her voice to shout: "Qin Hanyue, open the door."
The person inside still did not respond.
Qiao Ying was quite patient, telling him: "This medicine can't be resolved just by flushing it with cold water or by yourself. If the effects are too strong without timely treatment, at best you'll lose your fertility, at worst it can be fatal."
"Open the door and let me see your condition."
"You're a grown man, what are you shy about with me? I won't be your widow." When she had been in a coma for most of the year, after waking up Qin Hanyue had complained to her that he had almost become a widower.
Hearing Qiao Ying’s voice through the last strand of reason, Qin Hanyue reached out and grabbed a towel.
Qiao Ying was losing patience: "Open up or I'll kick the door down!"
Could he have fainted?
Qiao Ying: "Qin Hanyue!"
Not hesitating any longer, Qiao Ying prepared to kick down the door.
Just then, the door unexpectedly opened from inside and a big hand reached out, grabbing Qiao Ying and pulling her into the bathroom.
Qiao Ying was pulled into a hot embrace.
Just as she was being held, Qiao Ying felt the surrounding air rapidly rising in temperature. The water on his skin was evaporating.
Feeling something, Qiao Ying’s ears turned red and she took a step back, as if to dodge something.
But she couldn’t move back half a step.
His kisses fell haphazardly and eagerly.
She managed to stab him in the waist with a silver needle, asking him teasingly, "Who am I?"
His scorching breath sprayed her face.
This medicine was pretty strong.
In coarse panting, he called her: "...Little Ying."
Qiao Ying’s mouth raised satisfyingly at the corners.
"You can still recognize me, looks like you’re still a bit sober."
"Should I knock you out first before needling you, or just go ahead?" The silver needle Qiao Ying held had completely entered his waist point.
It relieved some of his torment, but far from enough.
Qiao Ying gave him another needle, telling him: "Don’t play dead."
Qin Hanyue ignored her as if he could no longer comprehend her words, possibly couldn’t even hear clearly what she was saying.
He blocked her words.
This unsatisfying tease not only didn’t alleviate things but made it worse, burning his heart and gallbladder, making him suffer unspeakably.
His strength was a bit heavy, making Qiao Ying’s waist hurt a little, but she didn’t stop him.
Her coat was pulled off and Qiao Ying still indulged him.
Until he wanted to get close to her neck and Qiao Ying avoided him.
Qin Hanyue bent down slightly, his big palm covering her buttocks, lifting her whole body up single-handedly.
She was placed by him onto the sink.
Qiao Ying looked up at him.
Before she could see clearly, his breath approached again.
She dealt with Qin Hanyue while carefully needling him, but couldn’t breathe and had to turn her face away to evade him, while reaching for his acupoints to prepare the next needle.
This was really difficult to handle!
The size difference was too great. Qin Hanyue had always treated her gently before. She never imagined that the usually gentlemanly and mild Qin Hanyue would lose control like this and she would be completely overwhelmed.
Qiao Ying pondered knocking him unconscious to save time and effort.
As Qiao Ying was about to pull out the first needle inserted in his waist, she made an effort to turn her head to see where the needle was placed.
Not noticing that her delicate neck was completely exposed.
Just as she pinched the needle head -
Her neck tingled strangely.
Qiao Ying's eyes unintentionally narrowed slightly, her expression seemingly resisting yet suffering, or possibly something else.
She pushed him but without force.
Even if she had used force, she couldn't have pushed him away.
Marks appeared on her neck.
Qiao Ying put away the needle on his waist point, her fingers a little weak.
Her ears were even redder.
To tell the truth, she could use the word "covet" to describe her feelings for Qin Hanyue's beauty. To put it bluntly, she really wanted to sleep with him.
That night at the state banquet, when she had pressed Qin Hanyue onto the sofa, who knows what would have happened next if not for the inappropriate location.
At this moment Qiao Ying was not entirely indifferent.
Their relationship could become more intimate at any time. Qiao Ying was not sentimental, she just didn't expect it to happen when he was muddled by the medicine.
Qiao Ying also removed the other two needles on him.
Calling him, "Qin Hanyue."
She looked down but could only see the man's dark hair.
Qiao Ying put away the silver needles casually to one side, reciprocating him.
Her reciprocation was another kind of silent permission.
On her way upstairs just now Qiao Ying had felt quite cold, while he had only cold water running in the bathroom. But now she didn't feel cold at all.
Qiao Ying said: "...Go to the bed."
Kissing the corner of her mouth, Qin Hanyue lifted her up in her sitting position.
Qiao Ying’s slender legs hung on either side of his waist.
Carrying her he strode out of the bathroom.
Could he even hear what she was saying clearly?
At the hospital,
Lai En regretfully said: "With such a large dose, Qin Hanyue was actually still able to run back to Lin Cheng instead of taking advantage of the beauty before his eyes. Was it to protect Kala's identity, or the greatness of true love?"
Lai En clicked his tongue: "Such a good opportunity, yet he didn't seize it."
Just as the father and son were thinking of how to sabotage Qiao Ying and the others to disrupt their plans, Karina had taken away Qiao Ying, Qin Hanyue and Lin Cheng. Now Qin Hanyue and Lin Cheng were everywhere looking for them.
This was an opportunity delivered to their door.
The two set their sights on Qin Hanyue.
They didn't expect Qin Hanyue to have such self-restraint that he could remain unmoved despite the tempting situation.
Lafeier asked: "No visible traces left behind, right?"
Lai En said reassuringly: "Don't worry, it can't be traced back to us."
Clothes, suits and ties were scattered across the bedroom floor leading to the bathroom. This was unlike Qin Hanyue's usually tidy behavior. It showed the speed he had entered the bathroom.
Qiao Ying tore off the fake skin on her face and quickly came to the bathroom door, grabbing the handle and trying to turn it down.
She found the door locked from inside.
Qiao Ying helplessly knocked on the door, calling him: "Qin Hanyue."
The sound of running water drowned out her movements. Qiao Ying knocked louder, raising her voice to shout: "Qin Hanyue, open the door."
The person inside still did not respond.
Qiao Ying was quite patient, telling him: "This medicine can't be resolved just by flushing it with cold water or by yourself. If the effects are too strong without timely treatment, at best you'll lose your fertility, at worst it can be fatal."
"Open the door and let me see your condition."
"You're a grown man, what are you shy about with me? I won't be your widow." When she had been in a coma for most of the year, after waking up Qin Hanyue had complained to her that he had almost become a widower.
Hearing Qiao Ying’s voice through the last strand of reason, Qin Hanyue reached out and grabbed a towel.
Qiao Ying was losing patience: "Open up or I'll kick the door down!"
Could he have fainted?
Qiao Ying: "Qin Hanyue!"
Not hesitating any longer, Qiao Ying prepared to kick down the door.
Just then, the door unexpectedly opened from inside and a big hand reached out, grabbing Qiao Ying and pulling her into the bathroom.
Qiao Ying was pulled into a hot embrace.
Just as she was being held, Qiao Ying felt the surrounding air rapidly rising in temperature. The water on his skin was evaporating.
Feeling something, Qiao Ying’s ears turned red and she took a step back, as if to dodge something.
But she couldn’t move back half a step.
His kisses fell haphazardly and eagerly.
She managed to stab him in the waist with a silver needle, asking him teasingly, "Who am I?"
His scorching breath sprayed her face.
This medicine was pretty strong.
In coarse panting, he called her: "...Little Ying."
Qiao Ying’s mouth raised satisfyingly at the corners.
"You can still recognize me, looks like you’re still a bit sober."
"Should I knock you out first before needling you, or just go ahead?" The silver needle Qiao Ying held had completely entered his waist point.
It relieved some of his torment, but far from enough.
Qiao Ying gave him another needle, telling him: "Don’t play dead."
Qin Hanyue ignored her as if he could no longer comprehend her words, possibly couldn’t even hear clearly what she was saying.
He blocked her words.
This unsatisfying tease not only didn’t alleviate things but made it worse, burning his heart and gallbladder, making him suffer unspeakably.
His strength was a bit heavy, making Qiao Ying’s waist hurt a little, but she didn’t stop him.
Her coat was pulled off and Qiao Ying still indulged him.
Until he wanted to get close to her neck and Qiao Ying avoided him.
Qin Hanyue bent down slightly, his big palm covering her buttocks, lifting her whole body up single-handedly.
She was placed by him onto the sink.
Qiao Ying looked up at him.
Before she could see clearly, his breath approached again.
She dealt with Qin Hanyue while carefully needling him, but couldn’t breathe and had to turn her face away to evade him, while reaching for his acupoints to prepare the next needle.
This was really difficult to handle!
The size difference was too great. Qin Hanyue had always treated her gently before. She never imagined that the usually gentlemanly and mild Qin Hanyue would lose control like this and she would be completely overwhelmed.
Qiao Ying pondered knocking him unconscious to save time and effort.
As Qiao Ying was about to pull out the first needle inserted in his waist, she made an effort to turn her head to see where the needle was placed.
Not noticing that her delicate neck was completely exposed.
Just as she pinched the needle head -
Her neck tingled strangely.
Qiao Ying's eyes unintentionally narrowed slightly, her expression seemingly resisting yet suffering, or possibly something else.
She pushed him but without force.
Even if she had used force, she couldn't have pushed him away.
Marks appeared on her neck.
Qiao Ying put away the needle on his waist point, her fingers a little weak.
Her ears were even redder.
To tell the truth, she could use the word "covet" to describe her feelings for Qin Hanyue's beauty. To put it bluntly, she really wanted to sleep with him.
That night at the state banquet, when she had pressed Qin Hanyue onto the sofa, who knows what would have happened next if not for the inappropriate location.
At this moment Qiao Ying was not entirely indifferent.
Their relationship could become more intimate at any time. Qiao Ying was not sentimental, she just didn't expect it to happen when he was muddled by the medicine.
Qiao Ying also removed the other two needles on him.
Calling him, "Qin Hanyue."
She looked down but could only see the man's dark hair.
Qiao Ying put away the silver needles casually to one side, reciprocating him.
Her reciprocation was another kind of silent permission.
On her way upstairs just now Qiao Ying had felt quite cold, while he had only cold water running in the bathroom. But now she didn't feel cold at all.
Qiao Ying said: "...Go to the bed."
Kissing the corner of her mouth, Qin Hanyue lifted her up in her sitting position.
Qiao Ying’s slender legs hung on either side of his waist.
Carrying her he strode out of the bathroom.
Could he even hear what she was saying clearly?
At the hospital,
Lai En regretfully said: "With such a large dose, Qin Hanyue was actually still able to run back to Lin Cheng instead of taking advantage of the beauty before his eyes. Was it to protect Kala's identity, or the greatness of true love?"
Lai En clicked his tongue: "Such a good opportunity, yet he didn't seize it."
Just as the father and son were thinking of how to sabotage Qiao Ying and the others to disrupt their plans, Karina had taken away Qiao Ying, Qin Hanyue and Lin Cheng. Now Qin Hanyue and Lin Cheng were everywhere looking for them.
This was an opportunity delivered to their door.
The two set their sights on Qin Hanyue.
They didn't expect Qin Hanyue to have such self-restraint that he could remain unmoved despite the tempting situation.
Lafeier asked: "No visible traces left behind, right?"
Lai En said reassuringly: "Don't worry, it can't be traced back to us."
