Seeing Du Wenqing unable to withstand Qin Yu's domineering 'pressure', he reluctantly finished the bowl of dark Chinese medicine bit by bit.

Xia Lan felt great sympathy.

After Du Wenqing finished drinking the medicine, his face looked like that of a child who had suffered a great injustice.

Qin Yu let go of him, and Xia Lan quickly went to the kitchen to see if there were any candied dates. After finding them, she ran back and stuffed the candied dates into Du Wenqing's mouth.

"Xia girl is still the best!" Du Wenqing gave Qin Yu a resentful look, then turned and went back to her room.

Looking at Du Wenqing's sullen face, Xia Lan had a sentence pop into her mind.

The older you get, the younger you become.

As they get older, they become like children again.

Qin Yu led Xia Lan to his room and laid out the quilt, which was folded into a neat square, for her.

"You should rest for a while."

After Qin Yu finished speaking, he left the room.

Xia Lan looked at the simple furnishings in the room, walked straight to the bed where Qin Yu had slept, and threw herself onto his blanket.

He hugged the blanket and inhaled deeply.

It smells so good.

It was a familiar, reassuring feeling for her.

"Come on, Lanlan, come soak your feet..."

When Qin Yu carried the basin through the door, he saw Xia Lan hugging his blanket, sleeping peacefully with a contented expression.

With a glint in his eyes, Qin Yu looked at Xia Lan, his mind filled with her sleeping face.

He slowly walked to the bedside, pinched her cheek, and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Qin Yu took off Xia Lan's shoes, held her in his arms, and kissed her forehead.

I'm really tired after this day.

"Good night."

My wife.

When Xia Lan woke up again, it was already the morning of the next day.

Before dawn, Qin Yu forcefully pulled her into his arms, and Xia Lan noticed the dark circles under Qin Yu's eyes.

One hand gently caressed his face, gliding over his high, straight nose, his eyebrows and eyes...

"Playing with fire so early in the morning??"

Qin Yu slowly opened his beautiful black eyes, which were filled with lust.

Xia Lan withdrew her hand and chuckled.

"I didn't mean to, hehe! I just missed you so much!"

Qin Yu's eyes were filled with emotion. He grabbed Xia Lan's waist and pressed her against his body, his thin lips no longer hesitant to seal her ever-provoking little mouth.

He suppressed his emotions all night, unable to move even with Meixiang in his arms, and endured it all night.

He had finally fallen asleep, but she came back to stir his heartstrings again.

If he continues to tolerate this, he won't be a man.

"Brother Yu, I have to go back to school today! I can't leave any trace..."

Xia Lan's words completely shattered Qin Yu's rationality, and he could no longer control the lust within him, devouring her whole.

Du Wenqing woke up early in the morning and, seeing that the young couple hadn't appeared, glanced at Qin Yu's room, smiled knowingly, and leisurely led the two out the door.

When Xia Lan finally escaped his clutches, Du Wenqing had already returned with the breakfast he had bought for the two of them.

Du Wenqing noticed Xia Lan's slightly moist eyes, glanced at Qin Yu, then put his hands behind his back and sat down in the courtyard.

Xia Lan gave Qin Yu a coquettish look, then angrily punched him.

She said she didn't want it anymore, but he still wouldn't give up.

If Du Wenqing found out about this, it would be a death sentence.

I'm so ashamed to face anyone.

"Don't be angry."

Qin Yu let Xia Lan vent her anger, then smiled, took her hand, and led her to the courtyard.

"This is fresh from the state-run restaurant, why don't you try it and see how it tastes!"

Du Wenqing, as if he knew nothing, smiled and said to them.

"Thank you, Mr. Du."

Qin Yu and Xia Lan laughed. Xia Lan opened the bag and found small buns, each about the size of a palm.

Wow, xiaolongbao!

Xia Lan's eyes lit up; it was her favorite xiaolongbao (soup dumplings).

"Mmm, delicious!"

Xia Lan took a bite; the combination of savory meat juices and white flour was a timeless and perfect match, a match made in heaven.

"It looks like it should taste good!"

Seeing Xia Lan's joyful expression, Du Wenqing nodded happily.

Xia Lan paused, then looked up at Du Wenqing.

"Didn't you eat?"

Du Wenqing waved his hand, "You young people like this kind of thing, but I still prefer my fermented bean curd and fried dough sticks."

"Mr. Du, Yang Ziye is outside the door, he wants to visit Miss Xia and Mr. Qin."

"Yang Ziye? Does he need to see us about something?"

Xia Lan and Qin Yu exchanged a glance, and then walked to the front to greet Yang Ziye.

"Brother, sister-in-law! Did you forget something yesterday?"

Yang Ziye winked knowingly at the two of them. Xia Lan thought for a moment, wondering if she had forgotten something.

It doesn't seem like there is one.

Seeing Xia Lan's blank expression, Yang Ziye kindly reminded her, "Think again? Like the antique street?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Lan suddenly remembered that she had bought quite a few plain porcelain vases yesterday.

"Ahhh, I remember now!"

"You finally remembered! My dad needed to use the car today, and he found the porcelain vase in the car, so he quickly asked me to bring it to you."

Yang Ziye looked at Xia Lan with a complicated expression.

Why are you staring at me like that?

Xia Lan didn't understand why Yang Ziye was looking at her like that.

"Are you really unaware or pretending? Sister-in-law, my dad said these things of yours are quite valuable!"

Yang Ziye admired Xia Lan immensely. His father had personally examined the bottles Xia Lan had bought; what he thought were worthless, his father considered treasures.

She even called Grandpa over, saying that Xia Lanhua bought all these things for just a few dollars. Even the usually calm Grandpa was stunned.

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