Chapter 95 Uncle [VIP]

"Today, you—"

Before he could finish speaking, the young man kissed him, then skillfully pinned his hands above his head and used one hand to untie the ties of his bathrobe.

Qingran immediately realized that Xing Chao was drunk, not completely passed out, but enough to make him unable to distinguish between dreams and reality.

So, will he follow the storyline of being forced by his brother-in-law, or will he follow the storyline of being half-hearted and sinking into a sea of ​​desire?

Qingran pondered silently.

Suddenly, the base of her tongue, which had been being kissed, stung. The young man withdrew slightly, saying with displeasure, "Sister-in-law, you're daydreaming again."

The low, husky voice produced by the vibration of her vocal cords tickled his eardrums, and the intimate kisses moved from his lips to his ears and neck, skillfully teasing him.

Qingran immediately decided that if she couldn't choose, she would have both.

He struggled to his feet, but he didn't use too much force, or rather, the person holding him didn't use any force at all, and he actually managed to break free.

?

The person with their head buried in the side of his neck hadn't noticed anything amiss. Thinking he didn't like the position, they let go of his hand, rolled over, and pulled him onto themselves.

In less than three seconds, Qingran was lying on top of Xing Chao: "..."

"Does your sister-in-law like being on top?"

Xing Chao rubbed his lower back and asked.

The silk-textured robe was smooth and lightweight, and when it clung to the body, it still carried the warmth of the young man's body, feeling both cool and hot.

"Xing Chao, you're drunk." Qing Ran, sticking to the script, propped herself up, her mind in turmoil.

The belt around his waist had long been untied, revealing a large expanse of his jade-like skin and the bright colors adorning it.

"I'm not drunk. A truly drunk person wouldn't have any physiological reactions."

Xing Chao asked him to assess the situation, "Does my sister-in-law think I'm drunk?"

The scalding temperature and the intense presence made it impossible for Qingran to say that she was drunk.

But if they weren't drunk, why would Chaochao... and why would he... and why would they be in this embarrassing position?

He couldn't even find an excuse for his current situation, and his face showed a bewildered and vulnerable expression.

At this moment, Xing Chao, whose mind was not very clear, was unaware of what this expression meant; he was only excited by Qing Ran's fragility.

My fingertips expertly traced the sensitive spots on my waist.

An electric-like pleasure surged through her limbs and bones, and Qingran lost all strength and collapsed onto the young man.

He smelled a faint scent of alcohol mixed with the fragrance of shower gel on the young man, which seemed like a harbinger of things getting out of control in this chaotic scene.

The smell of alcohol reminded him that Xing Chao was not sober, but he had no choice but to be sober.

He struggled to crawl forward, biting his hand and shaking his head in protest.

However, the more he resisted in his heart, the more excited his body became against his will.

An alluring blush spread from her body to her cheeks, brewing into a seductive and alluring color through passion and desire.

His eyes were wet, his lips were swollen, and his breathing was erratic.

Then, the hand holding his waist pulled him down, and the young man sat up on the bed, embracing his body.

Qingran could barely wrap her arms around the back of the young man's neck.

Her fair swan neck was right in front of me, and her delicate skin glowed white under the light.

Xing Chao tilted his head and planted soft kisses on his neck, then picked him up and got out of bed.

The person in his arms unconsciously hugged him tighter, and Xing Chao squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

"Sister-in-law, do you like it this way?"

Qingran's head was burning hot, and he was so dizzy that he couldn't hear what the person holding him was saying. All he could see were swaying lights and shadows.

The bright moon hung high outside the undrawn curtains, its light cool and clear. The shadows of treetops could be vaguely seen swaying in the breeze outside the window.

Is that tree downstairs really that tall? Qingran wondered, her mind a jumbled mess, unable to make sense of what had happened.

When he realized that the person holding him was approaching the window, it was like a lightning bolt flashed through his mind, allowing him to quickly regain his remaining rationality.

He tensed up in a panic: "Chao Chao, no."

"Hmm."

Xing Chao's temple throbbed, and after a long while, he said in a hoarse voice, "Sister-in-law, I don't want to hear you always reject me."

"window……"

"Does your sister-in-law like windows?" She pretended to pick him up and carry him over.

"No, don't, don't go there..."

"Then if you take the initiative, I'll listen to you, okay?"

Qingran pursed her lips and didn't speak. Seeing this, Xing Chao took two more steps towards the window.

“—Okay.” Qingran quickly replied.

He knew it was wrong as soon as the words left his mouth, but there was no going back.

"This was something my sister-in-law herself agreed to."

The young man, having succeeded in his scheme, stepped to the bedside and sat down, placing his hands on either side of his body and staring intently at him.

Qingran knelt down, her hand resting on the young man's shoulder.

"Sister-in-law," the young man urged.

Qingran knew that if he took the initiative, the significance of today's event would be completely different.

But if we don't take the initiative, can this matter be considered blameless?

"Chao, Chao, you're drunk," he said, catching his breath. That was the only way he could convince himself.

"Does my sister-in-law really want me to get drunk?"

The young man's gaze was fixed intently on him.

Qingran had no way to explain, so she closed her eyes and refused to look at him.

But the young man pressed his advantage, biting his lip and murmuring, "I inevitably drank a little at the party. As I drank, all I could think about was you."

"I kept remembering to come to my sister-in-law's room, and the first thing I did when I got back was to wash up. Could I still smell alcohol on me?"

"Does your sister-in-law dislike it when others drink and touch you?"

"What about my brother?"

The young man asked him, "If it were my brother, would my sister-in-law allow him to do this?"

"Like me..." A sexy voice kissed my ear, slowly licking and grinding, "Would it be like this?"

"Who makes you more satisfied, me or my brother?"

"What kind of girl does my sister-in-law like? Can you teach me?"

Qingran shook her head repeatedly, her voice trembling, "Don't, don't say anymore."

"Why can't I say?" Xing Chao asked, licking his earlobe in confusion, the frequency of his kisses matching the rush of his blood. "If my sister-in-law doesn't tell me, how will I know if she likes it or not?"

"Don't you like it, sister-in-law? But I like you so much..." the young man whispered in his ear.

Qingran bit down on the young man's broad shoulder, muffled her voice in her throat.

It was a time of bright moon and sparse stars, lovers whispering sweet nothings, amidst the sparse shadows of apricot blossoms, playing the flute until dawn.

*

The waning moon is setting in the west, and dawn is breaking in the east.

A soft hissing sound echoed in the gradually quieting room.

Qingran removed the hand from his waist and sat up, his brow furrowing as he felt aches and discomfort throughout his body.

He skillfully used his spiritual power to eliminate the discomfort, and inwardly marveled at how energetic this young man was; even he couldn't stand him when he got angry without using his spiritual power.

I wanted to check the time on my phone, but after searching the room, I couldn't find it. In the end, I used my spiritual sense to find it in the crack of the bedside table.

When did it fall to the ground last night? He had no recollection of it.

The images I recall are all shaky, as if I were submerged at the bottom of the sea, with only the gurgling sound of flowing water in my ears and only bright spots of light overhead in my vision.

Just a brief recollection of last night's events caused Qingran's body, already saturated with desire, to feel a surge of heat.

He calmed himself down, used his spiritual power to hold the phone in his hand, and checked it briefly. Luckily, it wasn't broken.

It was already past five in the morning, and in a few hours he and Xing Chao would have to get up and go to work.

After a moment's thought, Qingran cast a soundproof barrier on the person sleeping on the bed, got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. After washing up and changing into her outdoor clothes, she removed the barrier and left the room silently.

Time passed by unnoticed, and the sky outside the window gradually brightened, soon it was 6:30 in the morning.

Lying on his back in a spread-eagle position on the bed, with only a thin blanket covering his waist, Xing Chao was naturally awakened by his body's biological clock.

He has a habit of getting up early for a morning run. No matter how tired or sleepy he is the night before, he will wake up on time and at most go back to sleep.

The same applies today.

Before the young man even opened his eyes, his consciousness gradually returned to clarity. The first thing that entered his mind was a lazy, satisfied feeling all over his body, as if...

He wouldn't have any lingering effects of indulgence in his dreams after he woke up.

Xing Chao's heart skipped a beat.

He opened his eyes and sat up; he was indeed not sleeping in his own room or on his own bed.

The room was empty except for him; only the clothes scattered on the floor and the wrinkled, damp sheets testified to what had happened there the night before.

That wasn't a dream?

So it was really his sister-in-law who rejected him, and he even maliciously forced her to take the initiative herself...

Xing Chao slapped himself hard, then threw off the covers and got out of bed.

He didn't know where his underwear was, so he picked up the shorts he had taken a shower with the night before and put them on. Then he picked up his phone from the foot of the bed and dialed a number he knew by heart.

No one answered; the other end's phone was switched off.

The young man's brows were furrowed tightly, making his sharply defined features appear even colder and more imposing. He immediately wanted to go out and find someone, but then he noticed the marks on his body.

Not only his body, but also the messy room.

He couldn't leave this room, which clearly showed what had happened, to be cleaned by the servants.

So the young man, with a cold face and patience, cleaned the room one by one.

They didn't take any safety precautions last night; there are traces everywhere.

Xing Chao first opened the window to ventilate the room, then wiped the floor where he could, flushed the toilet where he could, and crumpled up the sheets that he couldn't clean, planning to throw them in the trash can on his way to work.

After cleaning and taking a shower, it was already around eight o'clock, which was the time he and Qingran usually went downstairs for breakfast.

Xing Chao, who had concealed the marks on his body with a formal suit, went downstairs carrying a plastic bag and ran into Su Xiaobai in the living room.

This guy seems to know his sister-in-law quite well?

Remembering this, Xing Chao took the initiative to ask, "Have you seen where my sister-in-law went?"

Su Xiaobai, who was carrying homemade dog food and preparing to bribe Black Whirlwind, stopped and looked around to make sure that Xing Chao was talking to her.

"Qing, oh, I heard from the gatekeeper that the young mistress went out early this morning, but I don't know where she went."

After speaking, she saw the young man nod and walk past with a cold face. She glanced at the thing in the other man's hand and wondered why the second young master was carrying a plastic bag that didn't suit his temperament at all.

Xing Chao went out without eating breakfast.

He wondered if his sister-in-law didn't want to see him, but was she worried about work and would come to the company?

When they arrived at the company, they learned from other assistants that Qingran had taken sick leave early that morning for a week.

Xing Chao became worried again.

Is your sister-in-law sick? Or did he get drunk last night and hurt her because he didn't know his own strength?

Xing Chao cannot ask for leave from the company without a reason, otherwise, the moment he asks for leave, someone who is either watching the show or someone who is a confidant of the old man will tell the old man the news.

But he simply couldn't let go of Qingran.

Unable to find or contact anyone, Xing Chao was in a bad mood and felt so depressed he could freeze to death. He was thinking of asking for leave first and then figuring out an excuse to talk to his grandfather later.

My phone suddenly beeped with a notification for a message I've been following.

[Qingran: Working diligently.]

After sending this message, Qingran turned off her phone again.

At that moment, he was comfortably taking a hot bath in his hotel room. The slightly warm water soaked into his neck, making him feel so comfortable that every pore on his body opened up.

At this moment, the system notified: [Host, Xing Chao has sent over a lot of short essays~]

So you're sending a long post because you can't get through on the phone?

Qingran: [Please block his calls for me, I want to see what he sent.]

As soon as he finished speaking, his body remained motionless underwater, and his phone automatically floated to his face, turned on, and displayed the young man's message page.

A seductive beauty, soaking in the bathtub, smiled happily as she looked at the screen, which, unsurprisingly, contained apologies and confessions.

[When does the host plan to accept Xing Chao?] the system asked curiously.

Qingran: [Let's wait a little longer.]

He found the plot of being forced and then playing hard to get quite interesting, and he could try it out again if a suitable small world became available in the future.

Thinking it over, Qingran casually asked, "[Can Lingling choose which small world to enter?]"

The system replied: [You can filter by general type, whether it's a happy ending or a bad ending, ancient or modern, and then further subdivide it based on the male lead's personality, such as a celibate master, a cold and aloof Buddhist monk, a moody and unpredictable madman, a sex-addicted young wolf, a powerful figure who combines sexual tension and frigidity, etc.]

[So many!]

How many pieces of the humans he raised were broken into?

[Is the host tired?] The system became alert.

It loves its host so much, please don't change hosts!

[If the host is tired, we also have those resort worlds where you don't need to follow the storyline; you can just enjoy each world!]

Qingran raised an eyebrow: [In which world did I follow the plot? In which world wasn't I enjoying myself?]

Yes, yes, except for the first world where the host was a bit confused and wandered around, the host completely manipulated the male protagonist in the later worlds.

The male protagonist, who was an incarnation of the remnant consciousness of that unknown god, was unwilling to destroy the world for this reason.

[Host QAQ] The system is crying.

Qingran used her spiritual sense to smooth the hair that wasn't actually there—the energy sphere in her sea of ​​consciousness—and reassured her: [Don't worry, I'm not planning on going on strike for now.]

However, there's something I need your help with.

[What's the matter?] As long as you don't mention untying yourself from it, everything is negotiable!

[I need time to go into seclusion. The timeline for entering the next world will be brought forward a little. Hmm, about twenty years earlier.]

The system quickly performed an emergency screening.

With its current energy reserves, combined with the energy required to smuggle itself into different worlds and the energy needed to advance the timeline... I've got it!

[What type of male protagonist does the host want in the next world?] the system asked considerately.

[Whatever, you don't need to tell me]

They're all his humans anyway.

Qingran's original plan was to take a week off and stay in a hotel, and take the opportunity to finally confess her feelings to Xingchao.

Unexpectedly, he received a call from the original owner's family in the evening. Yunmu told him that his father had accidentally broken his leg yesterday when he was standing on a stool to reach something on top of the wardrobe.

His father also said he didn't want to tell him that she had made the call secretly.

"Did you go to the hospital? I'm coming right away."

Yunmu stammered, "I went to the hospital. The doctor told me to go home and rest, and to come back for a check-up as scheduled."

Qingran seemed to sense something, but still said, "Okay, then I'll go home now."

He hung up the phone, checked out of the hotel, and drove home.

The Yun family are locals from Mu City, a first-tier city, and their family conditions are not bad compared to families in other second- or third-tier cities.

The original owner was good-looking and intelligent from a young age, and his grades were always among the best, so his family always doted on him and granted his every wish.

This is why Yun's parents couldn't understand why the original owner would rather marry a man than marry into a wealthy family.

They haven't skimped on the child's food and other necessities, so why is the child so obsessed with money?

In fact, the reason why the original owner was so fixated on a single point is quite simple.

Having been outstanding since childhood and accustomed to a life in the spotlight, he couldn't bear the disappointment of finding himself just another face in the crowd once he entered university.

Upon arriving at her destination, Qingran found a parking spot, got out of the car, and walked into the residential area under the dim streetlights.

Originally, my family lived in an ordinary neighborhood in the old city. The house was an old-style residential building without an elevator, with three bedrooms and one living room, covering more than 100 square meters.

After becoming wealthy, the original owner bought a house in the city center for her parents, but for various reasons, they never moved in, and the house has remained empty ever since.

Walking up to the fourth floor, Qingran knocked on the door as she remembered it.

Before the door was opened, his extraordinary senses allowed him to clearly hear the frantic voices inside as people exchanged statements.

The system also quietly reported: [Host, Yun's father wasn't injured; he was faking illness to trick you into coming back.]

Qingran hummed in agreement, her expression unchanged as she met Yunmu's surprised face as the door opened.

"Mom, how is Dad?" he asked, his voice tinged with unfamiliarity but also with concern.

“Your dad is fine, he’s just resting normally,” Yunmu’s expression flashed with a hint of unease for a moment before she beckoned him into the house, “Come in quickly, we were just about to have dinner.”

Qingran changed her shoes and went inside.

He returned home several times during holidays that year. The house was still the same as he remembered it, not as large and luxurious as the Xing Family Manor. It was small and cozy, with a strong sense of home life.

His father was sitting at the dining table in the living room. When he saw him come in, he clearly wanted to talk to him, but he deliberately turned his face away and made a disdainful expression.

Yunmu slapped him on the back: "The child finally came back, who are you trying to impress with this awful act!"

"Ouch, be gentle." Yun's father winked, as he was currently a patient.

Yunmu froze for a moment, then turned and walked into the kitchen: "Ranran, you and your dad sit down and eat first. I'll make some soup and be right there. It'll be quick."

Qingran lifted her foot.

"Knock knock knock".

The door, which had just been closed, was knocked on again.

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