"Naughty Little Yuan, couldn't you have been gentler?"
Qin Yuer shot Qin Yuan a glare and complained coquettishly.
Qin Yuan turned around, letting the cool morning breeze wash over his muscular body. His gaze shifted to Qin Yuer, and he grinned. "Sister Yuer, weren't you enjoying it too? You even told me to use..."
Whoosh!
"Get lost!"
Qin Yuer grabbed a pillow and hurled it at Qin Yuan.
Qin Yuan caught the pillow and shook his head with a smile. "Sister Yuer is so heartless. Yesterday, you were still calling me Little Yuan, Little Yuan."
"Shut up! Don't talk nonsense!"
A flush immediately spread across Qin Yuer's pretty face as her ice-blue eyes glared fiercely at Qin Yuan.
That bashful yet annoyed look was a sight Qin Yuan thoroughly enjoyed.
He took several steps forward, slipped back beneath the covers, squeezed together with the soft and fragrant Qin Yuer, and pulled her tightly into his arms.
"Mmm... Don't be naughty." Qin Yuer frowned slightly, seeming to be in some pain.
"Mm."
Qin Yuan nodded, his voice gentle.
Perhaps sensing Qin Yuan's tenderness, Qin Yuer took the initiative to lean against his warm chest. Her beautiful eyes slowly closed, and she looked thoroughly content.
The two remained cuddled together like that for a long while.
"Little Yuan, what if we accidentally hit the jackpot? What would we do?" Qin Yuer stroked her lower abdomen and asked softly.
"What do you mean, what would we do?"
"If we really hit the jackpot, then we'll get married immediately."
Qin Yuan answered decisively.
"Hmph, at least you know what to say." Qin Yuer gave a satisfied snort.
Hit the jackpot?
If Qin Yuan had not cultivated the Pure Yang Divine Art, the odds of that happening would have been quite high. But he had