Chapter 94 Don't Tell

Li Lianhua looked down at Qing'er and said gently, "Okay."

Qing'er looked up from Li Lianhua's arms and saw the deep affection in his eyes. She was slightly taken aback, then involuntarily reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, gently pulling him down. Li Lianhua understood and cooperated with her movement, slowly lowering his head.

The moment their lips touched, time seemed to freeze. Qing'er felt her heart pounding like a drum, as if it would burst from her chest; her cheeks burned like fire, and the warm touch sent electric currents through her body, making her feel slightly dizzy. Li Lianhua's kiss was tinged with a hint of caution, as if afraid of disturbing this beautiful dream; yet it was also full of deep affection, as if he wanted to merge her into the depths of his soul.

Their lips met, locked in a passionate kiss. Qing'er's arms clung tightly to Li Lianhua's neck, as if she wanted to pull him into her embrace. Li Lianhua gently stroked Qing'er's hair, as if expressing boundless love. This kiss, like a sweet storm, swept them away, immersing them in endless happiness.

After an unknown amount of time, they slowly separated. Qing'er's eyes were misty, her cheeks flushed red, and she shyly buried her head in Li Lianhua's arms, not daring to look at him again. Li Lianhua gently patted her back and chuckled softly, "Who took the initiative just now? Now you know how to be shy?"

"You...shut up! Don't say it!" Qing'er slapped him angrily. She cursed inwardly, thinking she must have been bewitched just now; it was all Li Lianhua's fault for seducing her.

"Alright, alright, I won't say anymore." Afraid of really getting angry, Li Lianhua didn't dare to tease him too much. But his eyes were full of smiles, and his mood had improved.

After a while, Qing'er stepped out of his embrace and said, "It's very late, you should go back to your room."

"Qing'er, are you just using me and then throwing me away?" Li Lianhua pretended to be heartbroken, clutching her chest and swaying as if about to collapse. Her eyes were extremely charming, like a pool of spring water, sparkling and shimmering, staring straight at Qing'er.

Qing'er felt her heart pounding even harder, as if it were about to leap out of her throat. She instinctively wanted to clutch her chest, trying to calm the surging, pounding heart. Good heavens, was Li Lianhua some kind of vixen? She was so alluring! She stammered, "You...you shouldn't look at me like that." She was about to make him cry.

A hint of a smile flashed in Li Lianhua's eyes as she continued to feign a pitiful, abandoned look, her eyes still slightly red. "Qing'er, you're so heartless, kicking me out right after we kissed."

"You asked for this, don't blame me," Qing'er said, then pulled him onto the bed, kissing him as she did so. (Author: What kind of domineering woman's words are these? Qing'er: Get lost! Author: Okay!)

Li Lianhua was caught off guard by her sudden action, and when he came to his senses, he found himself unable to move. It turned out that Qing'er was afraid he would turn around and had immobilized him.

While kissing him, Qing'er slipped her hand inside his clothes and pinched him, inwardly admiring his good figure.

Li Lianhua blushed deeply, her eyes widening in surprise. "Qing'er... she... she... is..."

Qing'er kissed him more and more boldly, and Li Lianhua's rationality gradually crumbled under this wave of attacks. His breathing became rapid, and his cheeks turned as red as ripe apples.

Just as Li Lianhua thought Qing'er was going to continue, Qing'er stopped and lay down to the side. Just moments before, she had overheard Xiao Tiandao's telepathic message; Qing'er was now angrily chatting with him. "It's late at night, don't you know that? Can't you wait until tomorrow?"

"Um... I just wanted to ask, what time are you going back tomorrow?" Qing'er told him yesterday that she was going back tomorrow, and he was engrossed in his storybook at the time, so he casually agreed. When he finally snapped out of his reverie, it was already the evening of the second day, which was just now. He remembered what Qing'er had said and wanted to ask her what time she was going back. But as soon as he opened his mouth, he was startled by Qing'er's angry expression. He... he hadn't done anything wrong! Why was she so angry?

Qing'er was speechless. After calming her anger, she gritted her teeth and said, "Why didn't you ask earlier? Why ask now?"

Xiao Tiandao muttered under his breath, "I just had some free time."

Qing'er sighed, deciding it was pointless to argue with this single guy. "I'll contact you when we get back, so you can get lost now."

"Oh," Xiaotiandao disconnected and happily resumed reading his storybook. He didn't care why she was angry; it wouldn't affect him anyway. Maybe she was going through menopause.

If Qing'er knew what he was thinking, she'd probably smash his head in.