After Jun Moran left, Qingyao slowly went upstairs. She had been running around outside for the past two days and had not had a good night's rest at home. She would not go out tonight and rest at home.
After Qingyao returned to the room, she walked to the desk and opened a document about AI technology that Xiaoyi had given her earlier on the computer.
She operated the computer skillfully and printed out the information. Then Qingyao sat on the chair and began to look through the information in her hand with full concentration.
She planned to buy the building to start a technology company. After all, the level of technology today is far less advanced than it will be in the future. However, Qingyao has Xiaoyi as a plug-in, so if she wants to do technology, she will have good resources. Her first step will be to develop AI technology. If the results are successful, she can cooperate with the government. Then, the umbrella of protection will be the country, and she will not be restricted by domestic restrictions.
The room was very quiet, with only the sound of Qingyao occasionally flipping papers. She also wrote and drew on the paper from time to time, recording some important ideas and inspirations.
Moonlight streamed into the room through the slits in the curtains, casting a soft glow over Qingyao's figure. Time slipped by unnoticed, yet Qingyao remained completely immersed in the world of AI, a world brimming with challenges and opportunities, meticulously planning her upcoming career in the technology industry.
Suddenly, there were several knocks on the door. Qingyao said without even looking up, "Come in."
Yan Qing brought in a cup of hot milk. Seeing Yan Qing sitting on a chair looking at something, he walked over gently, held the milk, handed it to Qing Yao and said, "Miss, drink some milk. Hot milk will help you sleep better at night."
Qingyao finally heard the voice and looked up to see Yan Qing coming in. She put down the documents, took the milk from Yan Qing, and drank it all in one gulp. Then she asked Yan Qing, "How have you been these past two days? Have you finished the school paper?"
Yan Qing nodded and said, "It's been handled. My advisor's husband came to the school and made a scene, and my advisor was fired. Now I've been replaced with a more successful advisor. After my advisor pointed out a few areas that really needed revision, I've finished the revisions. My thesis has been approved, and now I'm waiting for the defense. Miss, you've been traveling a bit these past two days, would you like me to give you a massage?"
Qingyao looked up at Yanqing, while Yanqing looked at Qingyao seriously. Qingyao lowered her head and chuckled, then looked up at Yanqing and said, "Okay."
Then she turned around and lay on the bed with her back to Yan Qing, while Yan Qing sat next to Qingyao, kneading her shoulders with his hands gently. Qingyao lay there, enjoying Yan Qing's massage. It must be said that Yan Qing's technique was indeed superb.
Qingyao was a little confused and asked, "Yan Qing, how do you know this?"
Yan Qing said: "My father is in a vegetative state and needs frequent massages, so I naturally learned it over time."
Qingyao then remembered the reason why she contacted Xuan Yi. Now that she had contacted him, she asked Xuan Yi to perform surgery on Yan Qing's father.
Yan Qing didn't know that Qingyao was preparing to give him this big surprise. He focused his eyes on massaging Qingyao. When he was about to massage Qingyao's legs, he found that Qingyao's nightgown was a little short, just reaching the base of her thighs. Only when Qingyao shook it slightly, the scenery inside would be visible.
Yan Qing felt a little hot and coughed uncomfortably, then hurriedly pulled Qingyao's skirt down.
When Qingyao heard Yan Qing coughing, she thought something was wrong. Just as she was about to turn around, Yan Qing grabbed her and held her down, preventing her from moving.
Qingyao could only ask sullenly, "What's wrong?"
Yan Qing then said, "It's okay. Miss, is the level of massage I can give you okay?"
Qingyao said comfortably: "Yes, it's OK, the strength is just right."
Yan Qing massaged Qingyao's thighs and calves, then looked at her small feet. He said to her, "Miss, turn around. I'll massage your feet."
After hearing this, Qingyao turned around. After turning around, Qingyao's nightgown was a little messy, and the collar was slightly open, revealing her fair skin, which looked very tempting.
Yan Qing coughed lightly, then immediately sat down at the end of the bed, gently lifted up Qingyao's pair of jade feet, and massaged Qingyao slowly and leisurely.
Qingyao sighed with satisfaction, "Yan Qing, your technique is really good." Then she closed her eyes and enjoyed it.
When Yan Qing saw Qingyao like this, he unconsciously stroked her jade feet, then to her calves, and then to her thighs.
Qingyao sensed it immediately and opened her eyes to look at Yanqing. Yanqing lowered his head a little embarrassedly. He thought Qingyao would refuse, but unexpectedly Qingyao closed her eyes, kicked him with her foot, and said, "Continue."
Yan Qing then looked up and stared at Qingyao. Seeing that she had her eyes closed, he felt relieved. He slowly raised his hand and gently stroked her.
His breathing gradually became steady, and his heartbeat also gradually became stable. The atmosphere in the room became more solemn, as if the very air itself had become heavier.
Yan Qing's hand moved slowly on Qingyao's leg, and his movements became more and more steady, as if he was caressing a rare treasure. Qingyao's cheeks turned slightly red, but she did not stop Yan Qing's actions.
Qingyao's body trembled slightly, and Yan Qing's hands became more steady. Yan Qing leaned over and gently lifted Qingyao's nightgown with his lips, examining Qingyao's expression. Qingyao's half-closed eyes trembled slightly, and Yan Qing knew that Qingyao agreed. He lowered his head slightly, and touched her nose with his nose. Their breaths blended together. After a moment, Yan Qing's lips gently pressed against Qingyao's lips. It was an incomparably gentle kiss, like a feather falling in the night sky, but with a heat that was enough to ignite each other's souls.
Qingyao responded slightly, her hands unconsciously clutching Yan Qing's pajamas, and her body leaning forward slightly, as if she wanted to merge herself into his body.
Time seems to stand still at this moment, leaving only their whispers and lingering love, weaving into an eternal love song in this quiet night.
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