Lunch break.
Shen Xiyan slipped away with the rough excuse of “forgot to turn off the gas.”
The journey was long—wasn’t it perfectly normal to take a nap at home?
At least Shen Xiyan thought so; this freed up some time.
“On the way,” he detoured to the pedestrian street to buy a cup of Qin Sheng’s favorite pearl milk tea—regular ice, full sugar, extra pearls—then checked the Surgical Room location on his phone and carried the plastic bag upstairs.
The elevator doors opened, and Qin Sheng stood at the entrance wearing a pleated mini skirt…
…graceful and poised.
A gentle, youthful sweetness washed over him, making Shen Xiyan’s brow twitch sharply.
It was clear Qin Sheng had dressed up carefully.
His previous impression of Qin Sheng was always “exquisite,” with a hint of “mature lady” vibes. Occasionally, she’d wear a JK Uniform, but that was mostly just cosplaying on the bed, lacking soul.
Suddenly, this fresh and pure style caught Shen Xiyan off guard, making his eyes brighten. It felt like a “girl’s transformation at eighteen.”
Sunlight filtered through the thick floors and spilled here; whether it was the gleam from her fair legs or not, at that moment, his heart raced.
His DNA reacted uncontrollably.
Qin Sheng stared back at Shen Xiyan but said nothing, only clasped her hands behind her back, then lifted her small hand, flicking up her index finger, then middle finger.
Just as the ring finger—the “three” finger—was about to appear, Shen Xiyan snapped back to reality.
“Xiyan!!!”
Hehe… so happy.
A woman dresses up to please the one she loves.
This was the first time in days Shen Xiyan caught her lost in thought. Though silent, it spoke louder than a thousand words.
Whether it was spending time dressing up or waiting for the elevator trip after trip, Qin Sheng felt everything she did at this moment carried the most heart-fluttering meaning.
Like the lyrics:
【March comes, feelings arise; spring returns, emotions take root.
Relying on the Dongfeng to confess, mutual love and admiration.】
A bright fragrance quietly spread through the space. Qin Sheng’s flawless pale skin flushed faintly pink as they locked eyes.
Then, “I miss you so much!!”
Girls usually flutter like swallows returning to the nest, but she pounced like a starving tiger on its prey.
With one leap, she jumped into Shen Xiyan’s arms, wrapping her hands around his neck and legs around his waist.
Reserve?
Nonexistent!
Reserve is when a girl pretends to be coy while a guy chases her to raise her value.
When a girl pursues a guy, what reserve is there? Wait to be cuckolded?
Shen Xiyan almost instinctively supported Qin Sheng’s hips, like he’d done a thousand times before. The familiar scent filled his nose, bringing a comforting sense of soul’s rest.
Then, the next second, Qin Sheng peppered Shen Xiyan’s face with countless kisses—mua, mua, mua—smearing her saliva everywhere.
Since they “met,” this was probably their longest separation—over 24 hours. Qin Sheng’s overflowing love couldn’t be contained.
“What are you doing? Get down!”
Qin Sheng clung tightly to Shen Xiyan, her voice soft and pleading: “No! No! Carry me over!”
Then she bit Shen Xiyan’s ear and refused to let go.
Any slight movement made Shen Xiyan wince in pain.
Passersby hurried by, glancing briefly at them but quickly moving on.
Finally, with no other choice, he cupped Qin Sheng’s perky hips with both hands and walked to the bench by the Surgical Room door, exasperated: “Still won’t let go? What exactly do you want?!”
“Hehe…” Qin Sheng squinted with a smile and jumped off Shen Xiyan.
Her eyes curved like crescent moons, shining bright.
She made no effort to hide the joy in her heart, nor did she fear appearing vulnerable in love.
Shen Xiyan rubbed his face and ears, full of disgust: “All saliva… disgusting, isn’t it?”
“Because I like you!” Qin Sheng’s eyes glistened, batting her lashes: “I want to drown you in it!”
“Hm?”
Qin Sheng “realized she’d misspoken,” shyly covered her face, whimpered softly, pretending to be very upset. Then she pulled out a tissue from her bag and handed it to Shen Xiyan: “Here, wipe it yourself.”
Shen Xiyan reached out, but Qin Sheng immediately pulled back.
“???”
“Oh… right! Isn’t that something men usually say to women? If I say it to you, isn’t that disrespectful?”
Qin Sheng realized this belatedly, licking her bright red lips as she stared at Shen Xiyan: “Forget it, I won’t argue today. But if you ever say that to me, I’ll bite it off…”
She opened and closed her legs shamelessly, as if it didn’t matter.
Being positioned like an “M” and an “I” by Shen Xiyan? Also didn’t matter.
She made herself a mess, and naturally, he was the one cleaning up—throwing him a tissue and claiming all men are scum!
Fortunately, Shen Xiyan wasn’t that type; he patiently helped her wipe clean every time.
“Can you be serious for once?” Shen Xiyan casually flicked her forehead.
He looked at his “fifth young miss,” then at Qin Sheng’s small mouth.
Happiness was in his hands—not in someone else’s mouth.
Qin Sheng covered her head, trembling with mock fear: “Am I not serious? Didn’t everyone seem stunned when I got off the elevator? Like a pig-faced guy… so embarrassing! They’re just craving my body.”
“How is it? Nice, right? I changed specially today.”
Qin Sheng swayed her hips at Shen Xiyan: “Isn’t it fresh and pure? Does it stir up your desire? Do you want to pin me down and whip me hard? Want me to call you ‘Daddy’?”
The legs beneath Qin Sheng’s pleated mini skirt were especially eye-catching—thick thighs, slender calves, skin so fair it seemed to glow.
Many girls have long legs, but most have flaws in shape or skin. Few could rival Qin Sheng. The more he looked, the more he wanted to lick them.
Shen Xiyan believed in Shen Er’s words—beautiful legs really could be enjoyed for ten years.
He’d been enjoying hers for ten years and still wasn’t tired.
Qin Sheng’s lips curled slightly; she parted her legs just a bit and tugged Shen Xiyan’s middle finger, gently twisting it, whispering like a thief:
“Auntie’s surgery will take a while… no one else is here anyway. I can block the cameras for you, want to… hmm?”
That “hmm” was full of mischief, and Shen Xiyan’s mind started racing.
“Or was yesterday’s audio not enough? Want me to call it out loud for you somewhere private?”
“Don’t look down on me for never having had a boyfriend—I’ve loved sugar-coated hawthorns, lollipops, and candied fruit since I was little. I’m super good at it!”
But was she better than Lin Ci with her silver tongue and flowery words?
“Get away! How dare you bring up the audio? How long has Auntie been in there?”
“Um… almost two hours… going pretty smoothly…” When the topic turned serious, Qin Sheng’s expression softened: “You really didn’t have to come.”
“I wasn’t worried. I’ll stay here until class this afternoon, or Auntie and Wenwen would both make a fuss.”
“Oh…”
“What are you carrying?” Qin Sheng peeked, eyes flicking to the plastic bag.
“Milk tea.”
“Hmm?!”
“Wasn’t it you who wanted milk tea? Not some random ‘hmm’!”
Qin Sheng’s eyes lit up brightly, sparkling like stars.
Then her eyes reddened, biting her lip, shimmering with tears.
Already touched enough to cry?
“No, don’t cry.” Shen Xiyan panicked.