Chapter 142 It would be a disservice to our marriage if we didn't do something.

The guesthouse's rooms were utterly rudimentary. The walls were peeling, and a dark green wooden table with badly chipped paint stood forlornly against the wall, upon which rested only an old-fashioned tin thermos with red lettering and two chipped enamel mugs.

The iron-framed bed against the wall had a frame so thin it seemed like it would creak at the slightest touch. The white sheets on it had long been washed until they were grayish-yellow, and they had an old, indescribable smell.

Qin Haifeng almost shuffled to the creaking wooden chair by the table, sitting down stiffly. He felt his face burning, even his ears were itchy from the heat.

Lin Baozhu took in his embarrassment, a sly glint in her eyes. A faint, mischievous smile played on her lips as she walked up to him, her hands behind her back.

Suddenly, a delicate, white, and cool hand reached out, with an irresistible force, and gently pinched his slightly burning chin, forcing him to raise his head.

His gaze unexpectedly met her eyes, which held a mischievous smile. Then, without warning, she leaned down, her entire fluffy head close, her warm breath carrying a sweet fragrance unique to young girls, precisely spraying onto his extremely sensitive earlobe and cochlea.

"Hello……"

She lowered her voice, her breath like tiny hooks, tickling his nerves, and the words she uttered were even more breathtaking: "We've already booked a room... our 'husband and wife' relationship is laid bare, if we don't do anything..." She deliberately paused, drawing out the last syllable softly and slowly, "...wouldn't that be... too unbecoming of our status? Hmm?"

boom--!

It was as if something exploded in Qin Haifeng's mind! The scorching heat entered his ear canal, like igniting a fuse. It caused every muscle in his body to tense, every nerve screaming wildly…

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, as if he were trying to swallow the scorching breath that was about to burst forth. An indescribable heat surged up his spine and rushed to the top of his head, and the corners of his eyes involuntarily turned a passionate crimson.

His hands, held at his sides, clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, causing a sharp, stinging pain, barely managing to suppress the primal desire awakened from the depths of his soul. He was tormented between the flames of lust and the iron discipline of a soldier, his breathing becoming heavy and labored.

He suddenly stood up from the chair, his taut legs making his buttocks appear even more perky and round. Lin Baozhu's eyes darkened; she wondered if this slap would make her tremble like jelly.

"I...I'll go out and check the situation first..."

After saying that, he strode towards the door. Seeing this, Lin Baozhu grabbed his arm, and his body unexpectedly bumped into Lin Baozhu's chest, their bodies pressed tightly together through the fabric.

Lin Baozhu: ...

His face instantly turned bright red, and his body instinctively recoiled.

Qin Haifeng turned around abruptly as if burned, his back to Lin Baozhu, his chest heaving violently, trying to extinguish the ever-growing evil fire within him with deep breaths. But that warm, soft touch and scorching breath, like a leech, raged wildly through his senses.

He'll die at this woman's hands sooner or later! Qin Haifeng gritted his teeth and roared inwardly.

Lin Baozhu stood by the bed, tilting her head to admire his stiff, unyielding back. His almond-shaped eyes, brimming with water, seemed so innocent they could melt. She cleared her throat, her voice carrying a hint of languor from just playing with the cat:

"Hello!"

Qin Haifeng froze, but didn't turn around.