About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea later.
Lin Qiao rubbed her sore neck (it was caused by the hard pillow) and sat there listlessly, accompanying Luo Nanchen for dinner.
Luo Nanchen was in an extremely good mood, with an air of cheerfulness all over him.
He didn't look like an emperor at all, let alone a steady - minded one.
Lin Qiao put her hand on her forehead and said, "You didn't eat in the palace, but now you're enjoying your meal quite a lot."
Luo Nanchen said matter - of - factly, "That's right. When a man encounters happy events, he's in high spirits. When you're in a good mood, you have a good appetite."
Well, it seemed that Mo Xiujie's rap talent came from Luo Nanchen.
The room was filled with the fragrance of pagoda tree flowers. Lin Qiao suddenly remembered that these pagoda tree flowers were nourished by Luo Nanchen's spiritual power, and she couldn't help but feel a bit pained.
Because this deal was really not worth it.
Lin Qiao said, "Actually, I don't like pagoda tree flowers."
"Don't like them?" Luo Nanchen was surprised and even stopped his chopsticks. "Then what does Xiao Lin like? I'll go pick some more for you."
"No, no," Lin Qiao forgot to refute Luo Nanchen's "husband" again. In fact, she didn't plan to refute it anymore. "Rather than just liking pagoda tree flowers, I like to eat them."
Luo Nanchen raised his eyebrows. "Unexpectedly, my wife can eat anything."
"No," Lin Qiao yawned. "It's because when I was a child..."
It was already late at night, and Lin Qiao was still telling Luo Nanchen a bedtime story.
But this time, the protagonist of the story was herself.
After Luo Nanchen listened, his brows furrowed. "Was it in that world of yours?"
Lin Qiao nodded. Seeing Luo Nanchen looking angry, she couldn't help but find it funny. "Come on, stop being angry. Go to sleep."
Luo Nanchen didn't move and stubbornly asked, "Is he still alive?"
Lin Qiao: "..."
So what if he was still alive? Climb out of the book to take the dean's life?
If he could really climb out of the book, it might be one of the top ten scary news of the year.
No, it would be the top one.
Moreover, after so many years, she didn't even remember what the dean looked like.
Lin Qiao walked over and took the initiative to pull Luo Nanchen.
If she left Luo Nanchen here alone, he might act on impulse and something might happen.
After all, in the original work, Luo Nanchen was a ruthless character who eventually turned into the Dark Lord Nanchen.
But she couldn't pull him.
Lin Qiao let out a long sigh. She shouldn't have opened her mouth, shouldn't have told Luo Nanchen these things. She was wrong.
Lin Qiao was very helpless. "Big brother, can you be my big brother? Your little brother is asking you to go to sleep."
Luo Nanchen still pursed his lips, looking like he was about to lose his temper at any moment.
Lin Qiao sighed.
Suddenly, she kissed Luo Nanchen.
She didn't expect that it wasn't Luo Nanchen who acted on impulse, but herself.
Luo Nanchen was stunned. Before he could recover from his anger, he was hit by an even greater shock.
He stood there stiffly, not daring to move.
"This is a good - night kiss," Lin Qiao felt a bit tired from bending over, so she simply sat on Luo Nanchen's lap. After the light kiss ended, Lin Qiao's voice became gentle unconsciously. "Do you know what a good - night kiss means? It means you have to go to sleep right away after the kiss."
Lin Qiao's eyes were a bit misty, looking very charming.
Her lips were slightly moist, pink and plump, like an unripe cherry.
Since she had taken a nap before, her clothes were loosely worn, and her shoulders had slipped a bit, revealing her fair collarbone.
In this situation, if Luo Nanchen could still hold back, he would be a eunuch.
But Luo Nanchen wasn't. His desires were naturally strong, and he had endured them not just once or twice.
Every time he joked about those dirty things, he was actually serious.
He had been holding back because of Lin Qiao.
Because Lin Qiao resisted him, because Lin Qiao didn't like him, because Lin Qiao desperately wanted to stay away from him.
Even the nightly kiss was forced by himself. What else could he expect?
But tonight, Lin Qiao took the initiative to kiss him.
And she sat on his lap completely defenseless.
Just this one action made Luo Nanchen feel his blood rushing.
Luo Nanchen gently stroked Lin Qiao's ear, his voice low and full of fatal temptation. "Well, then let's go to sleep."
Before his voice faded, he picked up Lin Qiao and walked towards the bed.
Faintly, the arguing voices of Mo Xiujie and Zou Lvrui could be heard getting closer. Then there was the sound of them breaking into the room. They walked around the screen at the door, still arguing over a plate of glazed pastries.
"Sir, please judge for your subordinate—"
"Madam, you have to stand up for me!"
Then they saw Luo Nanchen about to carry Lin Qiao to the bed.
The posture was ambiguous.
There was an obvious bulge in Luo Nanchen's lower body.
Mo Xiujie and Zou Lvrui stood there stunned.
Lin Qiao was confused, but with others around, she felt embarrassed being carried by Luo Nanchen and struggled to get down.
Luo Nanchen frowned.
Mo Xiujie was the first to react. "Hey, the sir and the madam aren't here. Did you see them?"
Zou Lvrui nodded blankly. "I didn't see them. Let's go look for them somewhere else."
Mo Xiujie: "Okay, you're so smart."
Zou Lvrui: "More or less. You're the same."
Then, the two who had seemed about to fight just now walked out harmoniously with the plate of glazed pastries in their hands, as if their feet were on wings.
Lin Qiao was confused. "What are they doing?"
"Don't mind them."
With a calm expression and a quick step, Luo Nanchen gently placed Lin Qiao on the bed. His voice was deep, like sand sliding, mellow enough to make one drunk. "Xiao Lin, when I ask you a question now, you have to answer me seriously."
Lin Qiao nodded.
But Luo Nanchen was right above her. This posture was really oppressive. Lin Qiao blushed and averted her gaze.
"Have you... accepted me?"
Lin Qiao's ears also turned red. "Go to sleep. Don't ask..."
Luo Nanchen's voice was muffled. "I can't sleep."
Lin Qiao regretted it immensely. It wasn't that she shouldn't have told Luo Nanchen about her childhood. She just shouldn't have woken up just now...
Seeing that Lin Qiao didn't say anything for a long time, Luo Nanchen, like a sulking child, rammed into Lin Qiao hard.
It was hot.
And big.
The feeling through the clothes was so intimidating.
This was the only thought in Lin Qiao's mind.
Damn it, when did Luo Nanchen get hard?!
"Um..."
What on earth should she say to ease this embarrassing situation?!
Luo Nanchen looked very depressed and sulky. "Have you... really accepted me?"
Lin Qiao was scared and shy. "......Yes."
Luo Nanchen's previous depression and annoyance disappeared instantly. Then he pretended to be weak and helpless, hinting, "Then I'm in pain. What should I do?"
"Deal with it yourself."
Luo Nanchen got up, pulled the curtains on both sides of the bed, and set up a barrier in the room.
He pressed himself onto Lin Qiao again. "Xiao Lin, is it okay?"
It was okay. Whether she liked Luo Nanchen or not, going to bed with him was definitely not a bad deal.
In the fan group, Luo Nanchen had a title, the top gigolo.
Because in the original work, the author described that Luo Nanchen could satisfy ten women in one night.
But...
Lin Qiao said shyly, "Um, I'm on my period..."
"?"
"......You can't fight in blood, can you?"
"......"