Chen Lin froze for a moment, then understood what she meant.
He looked Qin Churan up and down.
She had changed into a tight sports outfit that showed off every curve of her stunning figure, and stubborn defiance radiated from her.
"When it comes to cultivation, haste makes waste." Chen Lin sat up and regarded her calmly. "You've only just started, and your foundation isn't stable yet. You're like a car fresh off the production line-you need a break-in period. Push too hard, and you could damage the 'engine.'"
"I don't care!" Qin Churan's eyes reddened, her voice tinged with hurt and urgency. "I don't want them leaving me behind! Especially Qin Chuxia!"
Seeing her looking so competitive yet aggrieved, Chen Lin smiled helplessly.
This woman never stopped competing with her younger cousin.
He stood, walked over to Qin Churan, and reached out to pinch her puffed-up cheek.
"All right, I get it."
His voice softened. "Getting impatient won't help. Wait until tonight."
With his promise secured, Qin Churan looked a little happier, though she still muttered under her breath, "Who knows if I'll even get a turn tonight..."
The night was deep and quiet.
The large bed in the master bedroom was a complete mess.
Qin Churan lay limp in Chen Lin's arms like an octopus drained of every last bit of strength, unable even to move a finger.
Tonight, Song Qiuya and the other three women had once again been very "considerate," yielding the opportunity to their new sister.
Unfortunately, compared with the other battle-hardened "veterans," she was still far too weak.
"Worn out already?" Chen Lin stroked her smooth back, a teasing note in his voice.
"You... you monster..." Qin Churan weakly thumped him. Even her insults lacked any force.
Chen Lin smiled, settled her comfortably,