Extra Chapter: Zhang Qin: Tragedy Arises from Extreme Waves

Zhang Qin couldn't help but burst into laughter when she thought of Xie Qingtang's stunned expression when he saw what was in his hand.

Oh my, Professor Xie is so innocent!

Hearing Zhang Qin's laughter, Xie Qingtang pursed her lips, her ears turning slightly red.

As Zhang Qin wiped away her tears, she caught a glimpse of Xie Qingtang still holding her bra in a daze, and her smile slowly faded.

That was what she had just taken off.

The soft black fabric lay quietly in the man's large hand, stirring a surge of heat within one's heart.

As Zhang Qin's laughter ceased, the atmosphere gradually became subtle.

Xie Qingtang glanced at her increasingly bright eyes and the mischievous look on her face, then tossed the bra back to her. "Pillow. I'll sleep on the sofa."

Zhang Qin pretended not to hear, "Professor Xie, how come you came out so quickly?"

The word "fast" was written with a tilde, and it came from Zhang Qin's mouth, so what it referred to was self-evident.

Xie Qingtang raised an eyebrow, "Quickly?"

Zhang Qin said, "Hurry up, it hasn't even been five minutes yet."

Xie Qingtang was not provoked. "Pillow."

Zhang Qin thought for a moment and didn't stop her. "Take it yourself. I'm going to take a shower."

Xie Qingtang raised an eyebrow as she watched her retreating figure.

After Zhang Qin finished showering, she shouted at the top of her lungs, "Xie Qingtang, go take a shower!" and went back to her room.

His behavior was strangely well-behaved.

There's an old saying that goes, "Something unusual is bound to happen." Xie Qingtang wasn't in a hurry. She put down her phone and went into the bathroom.

After returning to her room, Zhang Qin immediately changed all the sheets, pillowcases, and duvet covers to dark purple ones with lace.

Finally, feeling that something was still missing, he hurriedly ran to the living room, pulled down the artificial flowers used for decoration next to the TV cabinet, and scattered them on his bed.

Great, the atmosphere is just right.

The sound of the hairdryer coming from the bathroom stopped, followed by the sound of the door opening.

Zhang Qin immediately called out, "Xie Qingtang!"

Xie Qingtang thought to herself, "As expected," and started walking towards the bedroom, wanting to see what kind of trouble she was up to this time.

"It's getting late, brother, let's go to sleep." Zhang Qin dragged Xie Qingtang into the room, closed the door, and started pulling off Xie Qingtang's bathrobe.

Xie Qingtang brushed her hand away, bent down, and picked her up in her arms.

Zhang Qin, who was suddenly suspended in mid-air, was stunned for a moment, then laughed: This works too.

Zhang Qin wrapped her arms around Xie Qingtang's shoulders, ready to pull him down as well when he put her down.

She had a wonderful plan, imagining every blush-inducing and heart-pounding step she would take that night, and every action that was inappropriate for children.

As soon as she lay down, Zhang Qin's smile froze.

The next second, she let out a scream.

Xie Qingtang was startled by her.

“Carry me, carry me…” Zhang Qin grimaced in pain.

Xie Qingtang immediately stood up, pulled Zhang Qin up as well, and looked behind Zhang Qin.

Two artificial flowers came into view.

Not just where Zhang Qin was lying, but in other places as well.

Xie Qingtang didn't bother to ask Zhang Qin where the fake flowers came from; instead, she looked down at Zhang Qin's back.

Her nightgown was low-cut and low-backed, and with her fair skin, the small cut with blood showing was immediately noticeable.

Xie Qingtang suppressed a laugh and asked, "Do you have iodine?"

Zhang Qin's eyes were brimming with tears. "In the coffee table drawer."

Xie Qingtang swept away the artificial flowers on the bed, put Zhang Qin down, and went out to the living room to get iodine.

The wound wasn't deep, so Xie Qingtang gave it a quick treatment, cleaned up the remaining fake flowers, and checked the bed for anything else strange.

Zhang Qin lay on the bed, feeling extremely depressed.

A rose with thorns not only pricks, but also pierces the heart.

The pleasant atmosphere was ruined just like that.

Extreme waves lead to sorrow.