Chapter 91 Uncle [VIP]

The night was quiet and still. Through the pattering rain outside the window, Qingran could hear the frantic heartbeat above her, as if her heart might burst out of her chest at any moment.

Thump, thump, thump.

Swift and rapid, with a breathtaking feeling.

A soft touch landed on his forehead, carrying the young man's burning body temperature, moving from his forehead to the bridge of his nose and then to his eyes.

The young man's heavy, suppressed breathing filled his ears, and his warm, humid breath sprayed onto his cheeks and neck, so hot it felt like it was melting him.

The areas on Qingran's face that had been kissed quickly became hot, the heat spreading through her nerve endings to her limbs and bones.

Unable to pretend to be asleep any longer, he opened his eyes wearily, as if awakened by an itch on his face.

Upon recognizing the person kissing him, he instinctively called out softly, "Chao Chao."

He immediately realized what the other person was doing, and asked in a panic and shock, "Xing Chao, what are you doing?"

The young man, who had just given her a few light kisses, looked up, his dark pupils reflecting the reddened corners of his eyes from passion.

"Sister-in-law, I like you."

"It's not out of respect for you as my sister-in-law, but because I want to possess you and enter into your affections."

After saying this, Xing Chao suddenly woke up from his dream.

"Huff, huff, huff..."

His heavy breathing was muffled by the patter of rain. The young man was panting heavily, hardly believing what he had just done or said.

He glanced to his side and, thankfully, he and Yun Qingran were lying flat on either side of the bed, with a fist's width between them.

There were no hugs, no kisses, and certainly no vulgar or obscene declarations of love.

Xing Chao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and quietly moved to the side until he was about to fall off the bed before stopping.

He listened to the sound of rain in the darkness, lost in thought.

Perhaps the night is a good time for thinking. After the initial shock, a multitude of complex thoughts returned to my mind.

Xing Chao could no longer deceive himself; he had indeed harbored inappropriate thoughts towards Yun Qingran, his brother's wife, and his sister-in-law.

He was close to and dependent on Yun Qingran.

But this closeness and dependence did not only stem from kinship, but also from feelings of attraction and desire that arose at some unknown time and were beyond his control.

What should I do?

Xing Chao interrogated himself.

Before he could come to a conclusion, Qingran, dissatisfied with his running away after lighting the fire, dragged him back into his dream.

The scenes are continuous.

In the dream, Xing Chao didn't know he was dreaming, but he remembered what had just happened and even before.

Qingran was stunned by his blunt and naked words, and stammered, "...But, but you are Changqing's younger brother."

“That reason alone is not enough to convince me,” the young man said in a hoarse voice.

"My brother told me that if I ever meet someone I like, I should help me vet them so I won't get scammed."

"If others can do it, why can't I?"

When did Xing Wendao reveal Xing Chao's existence? Qing Ran was genuinely surprised and didn't know how to answer.

Xing Chao grabbed his hands and raised them above his head, controlling the soft body beneath him, and leaned down to stare into his eyes.

“Sister-in-law, I unbuttoned your shirt on the lawn, and you didn’t refuse me.”

"That was just an accident," Qingran stammered, trying to defend herself, turning her head away and avoiding looking into those dark, aggressive eyes.

Xing Chao turned his head, insisting that he look at him directly.

"An unexpected incident caused by infatuation?"

"I am a healthy adult male with normal physiological needs—"

Xing Chao interrupted him: "Then do you have any other physical needs for other people?"

Qingran opened her lips slightly: "...Yes."

"Who is it?" The young man's voice was deep, his tone carrying a hint of danger.

Qingran couldn't say it, because there was no one else there.

He stopped trying to persuade her with words and instead twisted his wrists and struggled: "Chao Chao, let me go."

Unfortunately, this amount of force was like a kitten scratching an itch for Xing Chao, who was used to exercising all year round.

Not only that, but it also accidentally brushed against the wrong place, making matters worse.

"Hmm."

The young man let out a sexy groan through his nose.

Qingran froze, realizing what was happening. He lowered his voice and said, "Chaochao, let me go."

"No." Xing Chao refused decisively.

He lowered his head and gently touched Qingran's nose: "Sister-in-law, you do have feelings for me, right? Why are you rejecting me?"

The adult male's body heavily occupied his entire field of vision, more present than ever before.

Qingran's heart was pounding rapidly and erratically, torn between opposing emotions of feeling and reason.

But no matter what: "You are Changqing's younger brother, I can't..."

Xing Chao: "My brother said it's okay."

Qingran was furious: "Xing Chao!"

"I am here."

Xing Chao answered, then lowered his head and sealed his lips with hers.

Unexpectedly, Qingran was kissed, and her whole body trembled.

The kiss that invaded his mouth was hot, soft, and urgent, carrying the faint, refreshing lemon scent of freshly rinsed mouth. As soon as it entered, it aimed to kiss and suck his tongue.

Without any restraint, the inhalation caused a burning and numb sensation at the base of my tongue.

“Hmm!” He shook his head.

The young man, interpreting it as a rejection, adjusted his posture, holding his wrist with one hand and gently teasing his waist with the other.

Qingran's body went limp instantly.

Unable to push away or refuse, she could only stand there with her mouth open, letting others take and do as they pleased.

When Xing Chao realized that he was no longer resisting, he forced himself to stop and told him, "If you can still insist that you have no feelings for me at all, I will stop."

Qingran's eyelashes trembled.

Xing Chao looked deeply into his watery eyes and said hoarsely, "If you say you don't like me, hate me, despise me, and that being kissed by me would only make you feel disgusted."

"I'll let you go if you just tell me that."

Qingran couldn't bring herself to say it.

He turned his head away as if to avoid the young man's urgent and probing gaze, and closed his eyes tightly.

Although he didn't say a word, how is that any different from tacitly agreeing to Xing Chao's behavior?

Xing Chao was shaken, and a great joy welled up in his heart. He lowered his head and kissed the fair earlobe that was so close to his, sucking and kissing it while whispering a request.

"Sister-in-law, please try to accept me, okay?"

The person beneath him did not answer; the only response was his ears, which were gradually turning crimson, and his increasingly rapid breathing.

Then, tender kisses traveled down the earlobe, from the smooth side of the face to the long neck, across the hollow of the collarbone, and finally through the fabric.

"Um……"

The hands that were pinned above his head clenched tightly, and then he twisted his wrists.

"Let...let me go."

His voice was slightly breathless.

Xing Chao, who was buried in his chest, didn't even look up. Upon hearing this, he loosened one wrist and pressed down on the other hand to interlock their fingers.

He carefully felt the body tremble slightly with every movement he made and the fingers that unconsciously curled up and gripped him tightly. It took him a long time to realize that he hadn't been pushed away.

So he licked his moist lips and looked up.

The hand he had let go of was now being covered by the lips of the person lying on the bed.

The other person tilted their head and didn't look at him, but there was a slightly misty, watery look in their eyes, moistening their eyelashes.

Xing Chao's Adam's apple bobbed as he pushed the hand away, revealing a picture of pearly teeth gently biting red lips below.

The man who had always been dignified and gentle was now showing him a seductive and alluring side.

An unnamed lust was ignited inch by inch, consuming reason.

Xing Chao felt like he was going crazy, and he managed to utter two words in a low, hoarse voice.

It's mid-month.

"Stop, stop talking," Qingran said, her breathing unsteady, embarrassed and annoyed.

This statement worked for a few minutes. The young man who had almost completely enveloped him stopped describing his body's reactions in detail and instead kept asking him questions.

"Does my sister-in-law like me a little more now?"

"Did I do a good job? Was this the right thing to do?"

"My sister-in-law is more experienced than me, could you teach me?"

His voice paused for a moment, then became deeper and more magnetic.

"...Every part of my sister-in-law is so beautiful."

Qingran, both embarrassed and angry, pushed her head against her stomach: "Don't call me sister-in-law!"

"No." Without moving her head, she said, "Sister-in-law is being hypocritical; Mingming is more sensitive."

The dream was chaotic and erotic, and the young man was so immersed in it that he could not wake up.

He kissed Qingran's entire body in his dream, and even though nothing was done in the end, he was still thrilled and incredibly satisfied.

*

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Water dripped onto the guardrail, making a regular dripping sound.

The torrential rain that had been pouring down outside the window all night finally stopped.

The cheap curtains were not very effective at blocking out light; the faint morning light filtered through them into the room, vaguely illuminating the two sleeping bodies on the bed.

Black Whirlwind, who had slept soundly at the foot of the bed all night, woke up early and played with his toys by himself for a while before idly pawing at his owner who was sleeping on the side of the bed.

Xing Chao was quickly woken up by it.

The young man skillfully pressed down on the dog's head, which was sniffing haphazardly, while lazily opening his eyes.

Then his chaotic thoughts cleared up, and the languid expression on his face froze instantly.

His body's more intense physiological responses than any other morning failed to wake him.

Xing Chao's mind is now filled with the thought: He's finished.

Was the person in my dream him?

How could he possibly confess his feelings to Yun Qingran without considering the consequences? How could he continue after Yun Qingran had clearly rejected him? How could he act like a scoundrel or a pervert...?

But no matter how many times you ask "how is that possible?", it won't change the established fact.

That is, if Xing Chao could still interrogate himself about what to do if he woke up in the middle of the night, he now knew clearly that he was finished.

It's impossible for him to confront his feelings for Yun Qingran so directly, and then immediately after that, to dream about her and then simply treat her as his sister-in-law without any apparent reason.

Thinking its owner was playing a game by holding it down, Black Whirlwind got excited and pushed against its owner's palm, yelling, "Awooo—"

Xing Chao: "!"

Quickly grab the dog's muzzle.

He cautiously glanced back, and seeing that he hadn't woken anyone, he breathed a silent sigh of relief.

He didn't have time to dwell on it at that moment.

After all, no matter how shocking or unbelievable it was, it was just a dream, and Yun Qingran had no idea what he was dreaming about.

More than trying to sort out his feelings, he was afraid of having his unusual behavior discovered.

Xing Chao quietly signaled the dog to be quiet, then tiptoed out of bed to wash up before calling the overly energetic dog to go outside.

After the room quieted down, the person on the bed who appeared to be fast asleep took out their phone from under the pillow and checked the time.

6:59 AM.

That's really early.

More than an hour later, around 8:30, Xing Chao, who had gone out for a morning run to burn off his dog's energy, returned.

Qingran had already gotten up. He changed into clean clothes that he had brought downstairs and was having breakfast at a breakfast shop next to the hotel.

Seeing the young man returning with his dog, he concealed his memories of last night's dream and greeted him naturally, "Chao Chao, have you had breakfast yet?"

"No," Xing Chao replied, his cool, expressionless face making it impossible for anyone to guess what he was thinking.

He said, "I'll eat later while I'm walking the dog."

Qingran agreed, but after finishing her meal, she bought two extra portions of soy milk and meat buns and carried them upstairs.

When I returned to the room, I could hear the sound of running water from the bathroom; Xing Chao was taking a shower after his morning run.

Qingran placed the breakfast on the bedside table, squatted down with her back to the bathroom, and started playing with the whirlwind toy.

Behind his back, which he couldn't see, the fabric of his clothes stretched taut as he squatted, outlining the curves of his slender waist and full hips.

Xing Chao opened the door after taking a shower and was greeted by this thrilling scene.

"I bought you breakfast and put it on the bedside table. After you finish eating, we'll pack our things and leave."

Hearing the noise, Qingran turned around and said.

His fine, black hair fell across his forehead, beneath which were a pair of handsome, elegant eyebrows. His dark eyes were brimming with tears, and his fair face was stunningly beautiful in the natural light.

Xing Chao could only picture the other person beneath him, covering their lips and on the verge of tears.

It's incredibly tempting, making you want to cherish it dearly.

"This shouldn't be," Xing Chao thought calmly. "Escape from the dream; I shouldn't have such unpleasant associations with the person in front of me."

His heart was pounding in his chest. The young man was relieved that he had come out dressed properly, and he answered.

"Mmm, it's delicious."

No, what nonsense is he talking about?

Qingran was taken aback for a moment, then nodded in agreement, puzzled.

"The breakfast at this shop is really good. I heard that the soy milk is brought from a tofu vendor and is freshly ground. The meat filling in the buns is also very fresh."

She smiled and said, "Chaochao likes beef, so I bought you a celery and beef bun. I also tried the mushroom and vegetable bun, which was very good, so I bought you two to try."

"But you don't have to force yourself if it doesn't suit your taste."

Fearing he might spout nonsense again, Xing Chao simply gave a cold "hmm" this time.

He walked past his playing pet, went to the bedside table, and picked up the meat bun in the plastic bag. The bun was still warm and soft in his palm.

Xing Chao looked down at it for a while. The meat bun, less than half the size of his palm, was soft, fluffy, and white. If a rose-red garnish were placed in the middle...

No, stop thinking!

However, the more she forced herself not to think about it, the more vivid the lewd and ambiguous images in her dreams became.

The young man's Adam's apple bobbed as he ate a meat bun with the rich, sweet soy milk.

Mmm...it tastes really good.

Around 9 a.m., the two packed their luggage, checked out, and set off.

When Xing Chao said that the mountain roads were difficult to travel, he meant that the mountain roads were winding and tortuous, with cliffs and towering mountains on both sides, and there was a risk of encountering falling rocks and mudslides when traveling in heavy rain. He did not mean that they should drive on unpaved dirt roads.

Thanks to the country's vigorous development of infrastructure in recent years, and the road that the old man donated money to build for the village in his early years, the trip went smoothly, and the two arrived at their destination on time before lunch.

The car was parked on the flat open space in front of the small villa, and Qingran got out of the car.

After the rain, the air in the mountains and forests is fresh. Taking a deep breath feels like your body has been cleansed from the inside out.

He surveyed the majestic and precipitous mountains and lush greenery around him; apart from the houses behind them, there was hardly any smoke rising from their chimneys.

Xing Chao, who got off the bus afterward, explained: "This place is remote and sparsely populated to begin with. After the road was built, young people all went to the city, and fewer and fewer elderly people stayed behind. Gradually, there was hardly anyone around."

Qingran suddenly realized, "I thought it was just an ordinary village."

In ordinary rural areas, it only takes a few minutes to drive to town, but here it takes at least two hours. It's no exaggeration to say it's deep in the mountains.

"It's not convenient to buy anything here. Won't you find it hard to get used to it?" Xing Chao turned his head to look at his profile.

"How could that be?"

The person who turned around and met his gaze smiled faintly.

"Isn't it a rare and precious experience to occasionally get close to nature and relax your mind and body?"

Xing Chao lowered his eyes and nodded slightly: "Do you want to stay here and enjoy the scenery for a while? I'll go in and tell Grandpa we've arrived."

Upon hearing this, Qingran said, "I'll go in and say hello to Grandpa too."

This wasn't the year-end ancestral worship ceremony, so the other two branches of the family didn't come.

To be precise, Xing Er and Xing San wanted to come, but the old man told them not to waste their time performing in front of him.

It seems that in the old man's mind, although he regarded the people of the second and third wives as his own descendants, he did not feel that they had any relationship with the main branch.

Qingran finds it hard to understand such complex human nature, but it's better that they don't come. Wherever the second and third wives go, there are always large groups of people. It's quieter when they don't come.

He went with Xing Chao to the teahouse to pay their respects to the old man.

Although the old man didn't like Qingran much because of Xing Wendao's matter, he didn't give him a hard time. He asked if anything had happened to the two of them on the way and then let them go.

The family of three then had lunch together.

The mountain village is remote and inconvenient, so the old man was well-prepared, bringing along a cook, nanny, driver, and doctor.

Therefore, lunch was prepared by the family chef, so there was no chance of a kitchen novice blowing up the kitchen.

After lunch, the old man went back to his room for a nap. Qingran was wondering what to do to pass the time when she heard a message from the system.

[Host, Xing Chao on the other side is acting suspiciously; I wonder what he's up to!]

The system couldn't see what happened in last night's dream, but could judge from the two people's violently fluctuating brainwaves that the content must have been quite exciting, so noisy that it couldn't even sleep peacefully and had to lock itself in a dark room on its own.

Hearing this, Qingran looked around, then casually picked up an empty glass and pretended to go downstairs to get some water.

As soon as the door opened, she bumped right into Xing Chao, who was opening his door at the same time.

The young man was dressed in a short-sleeved shirt and long pants, with a pair of sneakers for easy movement, clearly ready to go out.

"Is Chaochao going out?" Qingran asked casually.

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