123: Chapter 123 One More Time

Wang Yang smiled, his hand moving up from her waist, his fingertips touching the curve of her spine.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Qin Xiaoran nodded, then shook her head, then nodded again.

Wang Yang was amused by her, his hand gently patting her back.

"Well, was it good or not?"

Qin Xiaoran buried her face deeper, her voice muffled.

"Good..."

Wang Yang smiled and lowered his head to kiss her forehead.

Qin Xiaoran shrank back, like a kitten that had just been petted.

His hand slid from her back to her waist, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Then do you want to sleep a little longer?"

Qin Xiaoran shook her head.

"No more sleeping..."

Wang Yang's hand slid down from her waist, landing on her bottom, and gave it a light pat.

Qin Xiaoran shuddered, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Brother Yang..."

Wang Yang lowered his head, pressing his nose against hers. His breath, warm and carrying a crisp scent, washed over her face.

"Xiaoran, you look so beautiful today."

Qin Xiaoran's face turned even redder, her fingers gripping the hem of his shirt so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Her eyes were watery, her lips slightly parted, like a flower that had just bloomed.

Wang Yang lowered his head and kissed her lips.

It wasn't a light touch; it was a real kiss.

Qin Xiaoran closed her eyes, her hands climbing up his neck as she responded to him.

Her hands fumbled across his back, her nails lightly tracing his skin.

Wang Yang's kiss moved from her lips, landing on her chin, then on her neck.

Her neck was slender and fair; he could feel the pulse beating, one thump after another, so fast it felt like it wanted to burst through her skin.

His lips paused there, sucking gently.

Qin Xiaoran shuddered, a soft moan escaping her lips, her body arching.

"Brother Yang, don't... it will leave a mark."

Wang Yang smiled, moving his lips from her neck to her cheeks, then her eyes, then her forehead.

Qin Xiaoran kept her eyes closed, the corners of her mouth curled up, her fingers running through his hair, stroking it gently.

Wang Yang's lips slid down from her forehead and landed on her lips again.

His fingers slid from her back to her waist, hooking the edge of her nightgown.

The nightgown hadn't been worn properly since last night and was bunched up around her waist.

His fingers slipped inside, touching the skin on her waist.

Qin Xiaoran shuddered, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Brother Yang~"

Wang Yang's fingers gently stroked her waist.

"Hmm?"

Qin Xiaoran bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum.

"Could you be a little gentler?"

Wang Yang smiled and whispered into her ear.

"Okay."

Qin Xiaoran buried her face in his neck, her ears burning red.

Wang Yang rolled over, pinning her beneath him.

Qin Xiaoran lay on the bed, her hair spread out across the pillow.

Her nightgown was bunched up at her waist, revealing her fair skin.

Her face was flushed, her eyes watery, her lips slightly parted.

Qin Xiaoran looked at Wang Yang, her eyes full of dependence and love.

Wang Yang lowered his head and kissed her lips.

The sunlight outside the window grew brighter, shining onto the bed and the two of them.

The temperature in the room was rising.

...

Another hour passed.

The sunlight moved from the edge of the bed to the center, shining brightly on the two of them.

Qin Xiaoran lay limp in Wang Yang's arms, her body as soft as a puddle of water; she didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

Her face was flushed, her eyes half-closed, her gaze unfocused.

She was completely dazed, like a kitten with its fur ruffled.

Her hair was scattered across the pillow, a few strands sticking to her cheeks, dampened by sweat and sticky.

Her lips were slightly parted as she panted, her chest heaving, the soft curves moving gently with it.

A thin quilt covered her body, revealing her smooth shoulders and arms, which were now marked with a few new, faint hickeys.

Like newly bloomed flowers, layered over the marks from last night.

Wang Yang held her, his hand gently patting her back.

She was too tired; she felt completely hollowed out, her consciousness barely clear.

"Brother Yang, you're bad..."

Her voice was as soft as water, intermittent and accusing, yet she had no strength at all.

Wang Yang smiled and lowered his head to kiss her forehead.

"How am I bad?"

Qin Xiaoran shook her head, not answering.

She buried her face in his neck and rubbed against him, like a kitten acting spoiled.

She mumbled something, unclear and incoherent, like she was talking in her sleep.

"Xiaoran."

"Hmm..."

"Are you still going to the barbershop today?"

Qin Xiaoran thought about it groggily, her voice muffled.

"Yes, I still have to open the shop."

Wang Yang smiled and patted her back gently.

"Go? Go where? Don't go. Take the day off."

Qin Xiaoran shook her head, then nodded, then shook her head again.

Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, her eyelashes slowly drooping, her breathing becoming more even.

"Hmm, not going..."

Her voice grew fainter and fainter, until there was no sound at all.

Her fingers were still gripping the hem of his shirt, clutched tightly as if afraid he would run away.

Wang Yang looked down at her; she had fallen asleep.

The corners of her mouth were turned up, a satisfied smile on her face.

He reached out, gently brushing aside the stray hairs on her forehead, and pulled her closer into his embrace.

Just then, a mechanical voice suddenly rang out in his mind.

[Ding! Detected intimate interaction between host and partner Qin Xiaoran, critical hit triggered!]

[Critical hit count: 1!]

[Critical hit: 5x! Reward obtained: 5 million yuan!]

[Funds have been transferred to the host's bank account and can be withdrawn for use at any time!]

A smile slowly curled the corners of Wang Yang's mouth.

Another five million.

Although he hadn't gotten Qin Xiaoran pregnant, 5 million was still a lot.

How many 5 millions are there in a lifetime?

This money came so quickly.

After thinking this through, Wang Yang hugged Qin Xiaoran tighter and closed his eyes.

The person in his arms was sleeping soundly, her breathing soft and long, like a quiet kitten.

The sunlight outside the window was just right, warming them up.

Not long after, he also fell into a deep sleep.

...

At noon, sunlight squeezed through the gap in the curtains, falling onto the bed, making one feel lazy.

Qin Xiaoran's eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

She was lying in Wang Yang's arms, her face pressed against his chest, her ear against his heart.

His heartbeat transmitted from his chest, one thump after another, steady and powerful.

Her hand rested on his waist, her legs wrapped around his, her entire body clinging to him like a koala.

Her face turned red again; memories of last night and this morning flooded her mind, and those images made her body burn.

She lifted her head and looked at Wang Yang.

He hadn't woken up yet; his sleeping appearance was very quiet, with long eyelashes, a straight nose bridge, and lips slightly pursed.

Sunlight fell on his face, his features distinct, as if carved.

She watched him for a long time, the corners of her mouth slowly curling up.

She reached out, gently tracing his eyebrows, from the inner corner to the outer, one stroke after another, very lightly, very slowly, afraid of waking him up.

Wang Yang's hand suddenly moved, grabbing her finger.

"Peeking at me?"