Qin Yuan's Audacity, Qin Yuer's Temptation

"...I want to sleep there."

"That's the room I sleep in."

"Exactly, let's sleep together."

"In your dreams."

Sleeping with Qin Yuan? Then they'd probably never get any real sleep—every time they opened their eyes, it'd be to 'do the deed,' and every time they closed them, it'd be the same.

"Alright, let's eat first."

Qin Yuer pulled Qin Yuan into the kitchen, where the table was already laden with a lavish spread of delicious dishes.

Thanks to the self-heating pads, the food was still warm, with even a faint wisp of white steam rising slowly.

Looking at it all, Qin Yuan couldn't help but ask, "Sister Yuer, did you make all this?"

"...Of course."

Qin Yuer lifted her chin, her tone indifferent.

"Are you sure?"

"Mm."

"It doesn't seem like there's any salt, oil, or rice in the kitchen, though." Qin Yuan smiled, his tone meaningful.

"..."

"Little Yuan, after three years at a magic high school, haven't you learned the principle of seeing through without calling it out?" Qin Yuer said softly.

Suddenly, she felt that the Little Man she'd raised from a young age wasn't so endearing anymore.

"Of course I do, I was just making up the salt, oil, and rice."

Qin Yuan chuckled lightly and continued, "The reason I could see through it at a glance is that Sister Yuer's cooking is a hundred times better than this."

At those words.

Qin Yuer's beautiful eyes lit up instantly.

Alright, the Little Man she'd raised from a young age was still endearing after all.

"Your mouth's gotten so smooth now—sounds like you've won over quite a few girls' hearts at Tianlan Magic High School." Qin Yuer took a sip of soup, smiling meaningfully.

"Of course."

Qin Yuan nodded.

Qin Yuer: "???"

You actually dare to answer that.

"Hehe, tell your sister all about it—how many little girls did you pick up in Bocheng this time?" Qin Yuer asked with a beaming smile.

"Not counting Ning Xue and Xin Xia, just one."

"Oh... who is it?"

"Sister Tang Yue."

Qin Yuan grinned.

Qin Yuer: "!!!"

"Crack!"

Qin Yuer lost control of her grip for a moment and snapped the chopsticks in her hand.

What did she just hear?

Tang Yue? Is that the same Tang Yue I'm thinking of?

Fine, fine, fine!

Tang Yue, I treated you like a close friend, and you go and seduce the Little Man I raised myself—truly a 'lifetime' of best friendship.

"Hoo~" Qin Yuer took a breath to calm herself, forced a strained smile, and pressed on, "How far have you two gone? Holding hands? Hugging? Or kissing?"

"All of it."

Qin Yuan smiled and answered honestly.

Clench!

Qin Yuer flew into a rage, immediately standing up, her voice turning 'icy': "Little Yuan, don't tell me you've already slept together."

The ice magic in her hand was stirring, cold energy spilling out, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet.

"What the hell, did I take it too far?" Qin Yuan was startled.

Though this low temperature meant nothing to him, Qin Yuer's icy glare was genuinely a bit frightening.

"No, not that."

Qin Yuan shook his head.

As his words fell, the ice magic in Qin Yuer's hand relaxed, and the temperature around them slowly rose again.

"Mm. Good that you haven't."

The chill in Qin Yuer's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by tenderness, and her voice grew even softer. "Little Yuan, you're still young. This kind of thing can't be rushed."

Qin Yuan: "..."

Not young. Really not young anymore.

But still, he'd nearly 'lit the fuse' on Qin Yuer just now, so it was better to keep his head down for the moment.

"I'll listen to Sister Yuer." Qin Yuan nodded with 'obedient' docility, a smile surfacing from the 'depths of his heart'.

"Mm."

Qin Yuer nodded in satisfaction, though her beautiful eyes flickered unsteadily, as if she were mulling something over.

A moment passed.

As if she had reached some kind of resolve, she actively picked up food for Qin Yuan with her chopsticks, smiling. "Little Yuan, eat more."

Originally, she had planned to discuss the Pearl Academy special enrollment matter with Qin Yuan, but now she had something more important to do.

"Alright."

Qin Yuan began wolfing down his meal.

But what puzzled him was that Qin Yuer barely ate herself; instead, she kept piling food onto his plate, as if he might starve.

Soon, nearly the entire table of delicacies had found its way into Qin Yuan's stomach.

"Little Yuan, go take a shower first. I'll clean up here." Qin Yuer's beautiful eyes glimmered faintly, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"...Alright."

Qin Yuan still felt something was off.

How to put it—ever since he'd brought up 'Tang Yue', Qin Yuer had become 'strange'.

Angry? Didn't seem like it.

Happy? Didn't seem like that either.

Most importantly, Qin Yuer not only didn't ask about his time in Bocheng, she didn't even press him about Tang Yue anymore.

Strange. Very strange.

"I'll apologize to Sister Yuer again later." Qin Yuan muttered to himself as he started washing up.

He showered quickly, finishing in under ten minutes.

Qin Yuan grabbed a towel to dry his damp hair.

He was bare-chested, revealing his well-built physique—defined abdominal muscles, smooth muscle lines, like a perfectly sculpted human statue.

"Hm?"

As soon as Qin Yuan stepped out of the bathroom, he noticed all the lights outside were off, with only a sliver of glow seeping from under the master bedroom door.

"Sister Yuer?"

Qin Yuan called out softly, but got no response.

He casually grabbed a shirt and pulled it on, then walked to the master bedroom door and knocked.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

"Click~"

The door opened.

"Sister Yuer, it's still early—"

Before Qin Yuan could finish, his eyes went wide. The Qin Yuer before him had changed into a plain white gauze dress.

Was this... pajamas? A nightgown?

Under the lamplight, the gauze dress accentuated Qin Yuer's exquisite figure—her form graceful, curves flawless, soul-snatching and heart-stealing.

At this moment, Qin Yuer was utterly alluring.

A faint blush crept across her delicate face, her expression carrying a hint of shyness and fluster. "Little Yuan, is Sister Yuer pretty?"

"Pretty."

"Beautiful?"

"Beautiful." A smile curled at the corner of Qin Yuan's mouth, a flicker of desire rising in his eyes.

"Then..." Qin Yuer stepped forward, her jade hand gently caressing Qin Yuan's strikingly handsome face, her voice soft and lingering, laced with tenderness. "Does Little Yuan want to completely possess Sister Yuer?"

At those words.

Qin Yuan didn't answer—he responded with action.

"Ah!"

Qin Yuer felt her body lighten as Qin Yuan scooped her up by the waist, letting out a startled cry.

Her lotus-root-like arms tightly wrapped around Qin Yuan's neck, her cheeks flushed crimson as she whispered shyly, "Little Yuan, remember—Yuer is the first!"

Qin Yuan smiled gently, holding her tightly as he walked into the room.

Outside, the moon was bright and the stars sparse, a cool breeze drifting slowly.

Inside, the spring was boundless, with soft whispers and low songs.

Tonight, the master bedroom welcomed its master, and Qin Yuer welcomed her man.

The next morning, at dawn.

Qin Yuan stretched his limbs, walked to the window, pulled the curtain aside a crack, and opened it.

"Hoo~"

The morning cool breeze swept in, brushing against Qin Yuan's face and body, instantly refreshing his spirit and clearing his mind.

"Comfortable~"

Qin Yuan let out a groan—whether it referred to the cool breeze or something else, only he knew.

On the large bed, Qin Yuer was wrapped entirely in the blanket, only her head peeking out, her pretty face flushed, faint tear streaks on her cheeks.