Because Yang Wei couldn't see, the sensation on her lips felt magnified tenfold. Even when Qi Xiaoyan's tongue lightly swept across them, she couldn't help but tremble.
The kiss lasted for an unknown amount of time before ending amidst their disordered breathing.
Qi Xiaoyan, breathing heavily, pulled the veil over Yang Wei's eyes down to her forehead.
Yang Wei's cheeks were unusually flushed, and even her eyes were glistening with tears, which stirred Qi Xiaoyan's heart once again. He cupped the back of Yang Wei's head, licked the corner of her eye, and whispered, "Baby, have you had enough fun?"
Yang Wei's heart was pounding. She looked at the person in front of her, breathing heavily, and asked, "Wh-what?"
Qi Xiaoyan looked at her, kissed her lips again, and then released her. Yang Wei calmed her breathing, picked up the wooden stick from the ground, and handed it to Qi Xiaoyan: "You do it this time."
Qi Xiaoyan took the wooden strip and walked ten steps away. Yang Wei stood on tiptoe to tie the silk scarf tightly for him, then clapped her hands and said, "Alright, spin around three times on the spot."
Qi Xiaoyan followed instructions and turned around three times. Without waiting for Yang Wei's command, she walked straight to the watermelon and cut it down.
The watermelon burst open like popcorn.
Yang Wei: "..."
Professor Qi's balance is so good, he might be good at being a pilot.
Qi Xiaoyan loosened the silk scarf covering her eyes with a graceful and decisive movement: "It's ready to eat."
Yang Wei silently walked over, picked up a small half of the watermelon, and started eating it.
In the afternoon, Yang Wei pestered Qi Xiaoyan to go diving and surfing, and they had a great time. By evening, they were finally tired from playing, and after dinner, they went back to the hotel and fell into a deep sleep.
When she opened her eyes again, it was completely dark. Qi Xiaoyan wasn't in the room. Yang Wei searched around barefoot and heard some noise coming from the bathroom.
She pressed her ear against the door, and the sound of rushing water made her blush and her heart race.
Yang Wei's eyes flickered, then she lay back down.
A short while later, Qi Xiaoyan came out of the bathroom, drying her hair, and glanced at Yang Wei, who was lying there like a corpse: "Go take a shower now that you're awake."
Yang Wei dawdled as she climbed downstairs to take a shower. When she came out, she was only wearing a long white shirt that just covered her thighs.
Qi Xiaoyan's eyes darkened. Yang Wei, standing to the side, stammered, "You...you go sleep on the sofa."
"Why?"
"Because, although we are husband and wife, my soul is currently only that of a sixteen-year-old high school student, and men and women should not touch each other!"
Qi Xiaoyan looked her up and down for a while, his gaze lingering on her long legs: "Then why are you dressed like this?"
"Because I couldn't find any other clothes. Anyway, I need a blanket to sleep, so you can go downstairs now!"
Qi Xiaoyan obediently went downstairs, which surprised Yang Wei. He walked up to Yang Wei, looked down at her, and Yang Wei subconsciously covered her private parts.
"You really don't remember anything?"
Qi Xiaoyan's voice was deep, like a midnight radio host, carrying a unique sensuality of the night. Yang Wei nodded, and then heard Qi Xiaoyan chuckle softly from above: "Then let me help you remember."
Before he finished speaking, he had already pinned Yang Wei down and started kissing her.
Yang Wei initially tried to struggle, but her hands were pinned above her head, leaving her no choice but to passively accept it. Qi Xiaoyan released her rosy lips only when she was almost breathless from the kiss: "Do you remember anything now?"
Yang Wei shook her head, panting heavily.
Qi Xiaoyan curled his lips, slipped one hand inside her thin shirt, covered her breasts, and pinched them twice: "How about this?"
Yang Wei's eyes reddened, whether from anger or embarrassment: "You scoundrel! You don't even spare high school students! Shameless!"
Qi Xiaoyan smiled casually: "You have the nerve to say you're a high school student, what do I have to be shameless about?"
Seeing that he had leaned down again after he finished speaking, Yang Wei raised her voice and said, "What are you doing!"
Qi Xiaoyan looked up at her and said, "Exercising the rights of a husband."
Under Qi Xiaoyan's tyranny, Yang Wei had no ability to fight back and could only humiliatingly cry out, "Juanjuan, be gentle!"
After taking advantage of Yang Wei, Qi Xiaoyan held her in his arms, a satisfied smile on his lips: "Baby, the time-travel game is quite interesting. We can play it a few more times in the future."
Yang Wei: "..."
She'll never play again!
She gazed at Qi Xiaoyan's beautifully curved chin and asked, "Juanjuan, when did you find out?"
"At the beginning."
Yang Wei pouted: "What if I really don't remember? Would you do the same?"
Qi Xiaoyan's eyelashes fluttered, then she opened her eyes and looked at her: "If you really dare to forget, I will use this method to make you remember."
Yang Wei: "..."
Shamelessness truly knows no bounds.
After a long day, both of them were exhausted and soon fell asleep.
When Yang Wei woke up the next day, she saw Qi Xiaoyan sitting next to her, one hand supporting her forehead, looking inexplicably troubled.
Yang Wei's brows twitched, and she sat up to look at him, asking, "Juanjuan, what's wrong?"
Hearing the voice, Qi Xiaoyan turned her head to look at her, a hint of confusion and bewilderment in her obsidian-like eyes: "Who are you?"
Yang Wei: "..."
Author's Note: The Juanbao couple are entering the entertainment industry, and they'll be winning Best Actor and Best Actress awards in no time! [doge] I'm serious :) By the way, some little angels actually guessed the story's direction! With such wild imaginations, do you guys have any friends left? [Goodbye] Juanbao will be making his dazzling debut tomorrow! I won't tell you I haven't thought of his name yet! [laughing emoji] Finally, thank you to the little angel lestat for throwing a landmine! Love you, muah! (づ￣3￣)づ╭?——
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Just as Qi Rang was about to calculate the answer to a math problem, his mother woke him up: "Juanbao, get up, you have to go to kindergarten today."
Qi Rang groggily opened his eyes, saw his mother's familiar face, slowly crawled out of bed, hugged his mother and kissed her: "Good morning, Mom."
"Good morning—" Yang Wei ruffled his hair, which was just like his father's. "You've rested for two days, does your head still hurt?"
As she spoke, she touched his forehead with the back of her hand to check his temperature; the fever had subsided.
"It doesn't hurt, Mom, let me get dressed." Qi Rang took the clothes that were thrown on the blanket and handed them to his mother. Yang Wei put a white T-shirt and a bright yellow jacket on him, and then ruffled his soft black hair: "My Juanbao is the most handsome."
Juanbao giggled, and Qi Xiaoyan's cool voice suddenly came from the doorway: "Qi Rang, how many times have I told you to dress yourself? You're already six years old."
Qi Rang pursed his lips, listlessly pulled on his pants, and then ran to the drawer to rummage for his socks. Qi Xiaoyan walked into the bedroom, looked at him, and asked, "Did you solve that problem last night?"
"I was just about to finish when my mom woke me up."
"So it wasn't done?"
Qi Rang: "..."
Despite feeling a strong sense of humiliation, he was unable to refute it.
"Keep sleeping alone until you finish this." After announcing this conclusion, Qi Xiaoyan turned around and pulled Yang Wei away.
Qi Rang rolled her eyes at his retreating back. She'd been sick the past couple of days and finally managed to sleep with her mother for two nights. Today, just as she was feeling a little better, he couldn't wait to kick her out, using doing homework as an excuse—how shameless!
As Qi Rang angrily brushed his teeth, he vowed to himself that he would definitely solve that stupid problem today.
Breakfast consisted of milk with small bread rolls and eggs fried by Qi Xiaoyan herself.
After the family of three finished breakfast at the dining table, Yang Wei hurriedly grabbed her handbag from the sofa: "Juanbao, hurry up, we're going to miss the school bus."
"Okay." Qi Rang finished the last sip of milk, jumped off the chair, picked up his schoolbag, and took his mother's hand as they went out the door.
Just as they reached the entrance of the residential area, the orange school bus pulled up. Qi Rang climbed onto the bus and waved to Yang Wei, saying, "Goodbye, Mom."
"Bye-bye." Yang Wei smiled and waved to him.
Qi Rang turned and walked inside when a girl's clear voice rang out in the carriage: "Qi Juanbao, sit next to me!"
Qi Rang's eyebrows twitched, and he looked in the direction of the voice at a little girl with pigtails by the window.
"Liu Beibei, don't call me Qi Juanbao. That's what my family calls me," Qi Rang said, walking up to her and reminding her again. Liu Beibei used to call him Qi Rang like everyone else, but after hearing his mother call him Juanbao, she started calling him Juanbao too.
Liu Beibei pouted in dissatisfaction, but after a moment she looked at him happily and said, "After we get married, we'll be family, and I can call you Juanbao!"
Qi Rang's lips twitched slightly, and he sat down across the aisle from her: "We're too young to get married."
Liu Beibei seemed unhappy that he was sitting so far away, so she went over and squeezed him into a window seat, then sat down in the empty seat next to him: "It's okay, I can wait for you to grow up!"
Qi Rang felt he could finally end the topic: "Until we grow up, you should still call me Qi Rang."
Liu Beibei's eyebrows twitched slightly as she conceded, "Then until we get married, I'll call you A-Rang!"
"Qi Rang".
"Ah Rang!"
“You can call me Ah Rang, but I won’t answer.”
"..."
After fuming for a while, Liu Beibei excitedly tugged at Qi Rang's clothes: "Look how pretty this dress is! My aunt brought it back for me from abroad!"
Qi Rang's gaze swept over her pink dress, and he commented, "The color is too bright and doesn't suit you. There's too much lace, but the patterns on the dress are quite well-designed."
His aesthetic sense is entirely inherited from Yang Wei, and perhaps there was also the effect of prenatal education. In any case, every time the kindergarten teacher asked everyone to draw, his paintings were displayed as models.
Liu Beibei didn't understand anything about design, but she still understood the words "it doesn't suit you": "It's okay, my aunt brought me a lot, I'll wear a new one for you tomorrow!"
Liu Beibei comes from a well-off family. As a pampered young lady, she used to be driven to and from school by her family's driver. However, after discovering that Qi Rang took the school bus to school every day, she refused to ride in the family car anymore.
Qi Rang didn't offer any opinion, staring out the window as he began mentally calculating the math problems his father had given him.
The school bus arrived at the kindergarten shortly afterward, where the teachers were waiting at the school gate.
Good morning, Teacher Qiao.
Qi Rang politely greeted his homeroom teacher. When Teacher Qiao saw him, she bent down and patted his head: "Qi Rang, are you feeling better?"
"I feel much better, thank you for your concern, Teacher Qiao."
Teacher Qiao's face almost lit up with a smile: "Qi Rang is such a good boy." He's also good-looking.
Liu Beibei, watching from the side, said indignantly to Teacher Qiao, "Teacher Qiao, don't touch my husband's head like that."
Teacher Qiao: "..."
Qi Rang ignored them and walked across the lawn toward the teaching building.
The senior class was on the third floor. After Qi Rang entered the classroom, Liu Beibei quickly followed. A boy in the back row saw the two of them walking side by side, frowned, walked to Qi Rang's desk, and smacked it with a "thud".