A Mortal Life, an Immortal Life-Both Lives Belonged to Him

The words had barely left his mouth.

Qin Zhaoer hooked her arm around his neck and tilted her head back to meet his gaze.

The two went back and forth, neither willing to give in.

It didn't feel like a romantic encounter; it was more like a brawl.

But it was precisely because of her unwillingness to admit defeat that, in the end, she was the one who lost her composure first.

She went limp and collapsed into the brocade quilt.

Thanks to their years of tacit understanding, Qin Zhaoer didn't utter a single unnecessary word.

She turned around and lay down, her already loose peach-colored dress completely slipping off.

He struck a pose so self-righteous, as if he owed her something.

Qin Wangchuan didn't say much, and simply raised his hand to strike.

A light but not heavy blow.

Qin Zhaoer's body shifted slightly.

She turned her head, raised an eyebrow, and spoke with a defiant air:

"What... the dignified Qin Clan Divine Son, is this all the strength you have?"

Qin Wangchuan wanted to laugh upon hearing this.

With his current strength, if he were to use even a fraction of it, he could probably smash this little girl into the wall, and she wouldn't be able to be pried out.

But this restrained demeanor, in Qin Zhaoer's eyes, made him seem useless.

That sharp tongue never stopped.

"How about scratching an itch?"

He struck his hand again, and streaks of light red appeared.

"Tsk, even my grandma would be tougher than you— Qin Wangchuan, are you even up to the task?!"

And then it all came to a close.

This time it's a bit heavier.

Qin Zhaoer's back stiffened abruptly, her fingers gripping the brocade quilt tightened suddenly, and she let out a muffled groan between her teeth.

Instead of dodging, she raised her head even higher.

"Not enough! Did you hear me? More—"

Before he could finish speaking, his waist suddenly tightened, and the world abruptly spun around him.

Qin Wangchuan suddenly flipped her over.

"You asked for this."

After all these years, of course I know how to treat her.

With a casual tug, the two thin straps on her shoulders were pulled, and the strapless top could no longer be held up.

What are you doing?!

This time, however, the landing point was different from before.

The question was abruptly cut off, the last syllable of which was out of control.

"... Um..."

Qin Zhaoer stood there, her mind blank, unable to recover for a long time.

But Qin Wangchuan didn't stop.

She had enjoyed this kind of fun countless times during the trials, always asking for it herself.

This is the first time it's been used on this body.

Qin Zhaoer shuddered and instinctively tried to back away.

"Wait, wait a minute..."

For the first time, his voice lacked any bravado; it was all softness.

But those provocative words from just now still echoed in my ears.

He wouldn't let her escape.

One hand firmly pressed the person back into place, without pausing for even a moment.

Hiss--

The girl froze abruptly, her long, slender legs tensing as well.

One blow after another, until her arrogant and domineering demeanor crumbled inch by inch.

In the end, even the strength to struggle was exhausted, leaving only intermittent nasal sounds.

I don't know how much time passed before that commotion finally stopped.

Qin Zhaoer lay on the brocade quilt, still catching her breath. After a while, she propped herself up and turned to look.

There were only a few faint red marks on his body, not even a decent bruise to be found.

Despite all this commotion, he still managed to maintain a sense of proportion.

She couldn't quite describe the feeling in her heart—a mix of sourness, itchiness, and a strange, indescribable pleasure.

So be it.

Since that's the case--

Qin Zhaoer bit her lip, propped herself up, and looked at him with the air of someone who had taken the initiative. The arrogance that had been dispelled just now was gradually returning.

"It doesn't take skill for you to just do it."

She leaned close to his ear, her voice carrying a hint of provocation and a touch of anticipation she herself was unaware of.

"This time... it's my turn."

Qin Wangchuan raised an eyebrow and actually let her, leaning back in a relaxed posture.

"Please go ahead."

Having said that, he looked on as if he were watching someone make a fool of themselves.

Qin Zhaoer was taken aback by his calm demeanor and muttered under her breath, "We're an old married couple, why are you still pretending?"

"Watch me."

She tilted her chin up, her eyebrows raised high.

Qin Wangchuan didn't stop her; he just watched her quietly and let her do whatever she wanted.

However, their success didn't last long.

"Hiss..." Her brows furrowed sharply, and she hurriedly supported him, her imposing manner instantly diminishing. "Wait, wait..."

Having gotten used to the bold and unrestrained style of the trials, I always wanted to see things through to the end.

But this time is different from before.

This... is really hard to maintain.

The man who had been so defiant just moments before now had beads of sweat on his forehead and was starting to feel a bit timid.

His body involuntarily shrank back, and his eyes darted away.

"How about... we just call it quits for tonight?" Qin Zhaoer tentatively suggested, her voice gradually lowering.

Qin Wangchuan leaned closer, put his mouth to her ear, and chuckled softly.

"At this very moment? You must be joking, Eighth Sister?"

The words had barely left her lips when she was no longer in control.

"--!!"

The gasp that had just risen was swallowed back down.

Even though I've been foolish countless times in the past, this body is experiencing this for the first time.

A red plum blossom quietly bloomed on the snow-white brocade.

The pain brought tears to Qin Zhaoer's eyes instantly, and her nails dug deep into his back as she let that familiar feeling wash over her.

One life as a mortal, the next as an immortal.

Having passed through that short yet long period of time,

Once again, she gave herself to him.

This time, however, it was a complete and unreserved surrender of his true self.

The moonlight outside the window was deep and heavy, but things were not peaceful inside the house.

Ordinary women, at this point, would have already transformed into a pool of spring water, becoming incredibly gentle and yielding.

Qin Zhaoer was an exception.

One moment they complained it was too heavy, the next they complained it was too light;

One minute they say we need to rest, the next they won't let us stop.

Qin Wangchuan was truly at a loss, so he had no choice but to subdue the man again and give him a good beating.

Only when he is thoroughly subdued and unable to move will this little tyrant calm down for a while, becoming as obedient as a tamed cat.

But this good behavior won't last.

Catching her breath, the redness in her eyes hadn't faded yet, and she was about to start making a scene again.

Strands of hair clung to her sweat-dampened cheeks; she was still panting, yet stubbornly raised her head.

"I--!"

However, as soon as she looked up, Qin Wangchuan, who had already noticed, pressed her back down.

The pressure was so strong that Qin Zhaoer couldn't move.

Even so, she still refused to submit.

Unable to move anything else, it turned its head and gently licked the tip of its tongue, which was still movable.

Extremely provocative.

Qin Wangchuan reacted, leaning over to pull her up from under the quilt and grabbing her by the neck.

"Qin Zhaoer," he gasped, gritting his teeth as he spoke each word clearly, "You're a real pervert!"