Qingshan finally pulled back his left hand, which had been held by Luo Wenyuan all night, and put his right hand on his chest. He turned over and said with a smile:

"Not much, just over eight hours!"

“What the hell—!”

Luo Wenyuan raised his body and saw that the clock on the bedside table showed 9:45 in the morning. When he returned to his room last night, it was five minutes to one in the morning. After taking a shower, he was pulled into bed by the little bastard. So, he really slept for eight hours!

Luo Wenyuan recalled that before he went to bed last night, Qingshan used his "superpower" to circulate in his body, and he guessed that his deep sleep was due to the effect of Qingshan's superpower.

Qingshan's hands on Luo Wenyuan's body were touching and searching dishonestly, and there were signs of exploring downwards. Luo Wenyuan was finally teased to the point of being unable to bear it anymore. He grabbed her restless little hands, turned over and pressed her down. There was a desire that was suppressed to the extreme in his eyes, and it was so dark that it was frightening.

"What are you doing?" Qingshan stared at Luo Wenyuan's face, trying hard to hold back his laughter.

Luo Wenyuan watched Qingshan's lips move, his heart struggling. If he just lowered his head, he would be able to taste the softness that had haunted him for so long. But he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to stop after the kiss. He wasn't someone without self-control, but facing Qingshan, he wasn't sure.

The little bastard wasn't even an adult yet, as delicate as a flower bud. Even if he managed to avoid the final step, what if he scared her? He had never kissed a girl before, so what was the right thing to do? What if he hurt her?

Luo Wenyuan's head was buzzing and his expression was struggling. The rational villain and the impulsive villain were fighting in his mind, and in the end, the rational one prevailed.

"Could you please stop torturing me?"

Luo Wenyuan's voice was hoarse and a little aggrieved. He buried his head in Qingshan's neck and didn't move.

How could Qingshan not see the struggle and pain in his expression? He was moved and reached out his other hand to gently pat his back.

"Brother, you are torturing me! Do you know how much you stink? And you are so close to me, are you trying to suffocate me to death?"

Luo Wenyuan suddenly looked up, his eyes full of confusion: "Hmm? Stinky?"

"Yeah, can't you smell it?"

Luo Wenyuan lowered his head and sniffed. Wow! He almost fell over! What the hell was that smell? Luo Wenyuan suddenly stood up and tore open his shirt. He was covered in a thick layer of black mud, which was falling off and emitting a sour and rancid odor.

Luo Wenyuan's scalp was about to explode. He was usually a bit of a germaphobe and wouldn't let anyone touch his bed. When had he ever been so dirty?

Qingshan happily stretched out his finger and bent it towards him, with some black stuff on the tip of his finger.

"Your face is covered in mud and black. Ugh, this is so disgusting!"

Luo Wenyuan almost spit out a mouthful of blood, thinking: Fortunately I didn't kiss her just now, otherwise it would definitely leave a psychological trauma, not for her, but for myself! I have a big muddy face, like a preserved egg, and I thought I was so handsome! The little bastard was holding back his evil ways, and seeing me make a fool of myself, he must have laughed his ass off. I - I shouldn't have pitied her!

The more Luo Wenyuan thought about it, the angrier he became. He lowered his head and rubbed the mud on his face onto Qingshan's face, causing a scream. Luo Wenyuan then felt relieved, jumped out of bed, and rushed into the bathroom to take a shower.

Qingshan laughed for a while and then went back to his room. When Hongdeng saw Qingshan coming back, it flew up with a buzz, trying to land on Qingshan's shoulder, but the stench on her face made it fly around her shoulder and landed on Yin'er's head.

"Master, you stink—!"

"Oh? Really? It's okay!"

She used her spiritual power to circulate in Luo Wenyuan's meridians last night, and he actually showed signs of detoxification in the morning, proving that Luo Wenyuan's physical condition had greatly improved. Qingshan was happy.

"Hong Deng, you actually despise me. Where's the deep love between master and servant? I'm so sad——!"

The naive Silver Ear thought Qingshan was really sad, so he hurried over to comfort his master. However, as soon as he approached, he was sneezed several times by the sour and stinky smell on Qingshan's body, and then retreated back to his original position.

Qingshan laughed and stopped teasing the two pets. He went into the bathroom to take a shower.