Last time during my period, I drank ice water and was in so much pain that I fainted.
This time, she actually made herself so dirty during this special period. What if she accidentally gets an infection?
Qin Beiming took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to reprimand her, and said as gently as possible:
"Take off your dirty coat first to avoid bacterial infection."
"It shouldn't be that bad."
"Not at all? Do you know how filthy a garbage dump is?"
Seeing that she was dawdling and unwilling to do anything, Qin Beiming simply took off his shirt and suit jacket and handed them to her, saying, "Change into these first, I'll get out of the car and make room for you."
"Thanks."
Ling Mo felt unsafe changing clothes in the car, but she had no other choice but to bite the bullet and change.
The moment she changed her clothes and opened the car door, Qin Beiming was completely dumbfounded.
Before this, he had never known that an ordinary white shirt would look so good on her.
Her extremely pure face, coupled with the soft lines that were faintly visible beneath her shirt, ignited a burning desire within him in an instant.
"Third Master, why aren't you getting in the car yet?"
Ling Mo glanced at Qin Beiming, who was standing shirtless in the cold wind, and urged him repeatedly, worried that he would get cold.
"Um."
After getting into the car, Qin Beiming consciously looked away.
Seeing him driving silently, Ling Mo assumed he was still angry, so she carefully adjusted her attitude and said with particular sincerity:
"I promise there will never be a next time."
"..."
Just as Qin Beiming was about to speak, his eyes caught a glimpse of her legs hidden beneath her shirt, and the desire he had barely managed to suppress ignited within him once more.
At this moment, Ling Mo was completely unaware that Qin Beiming was struggling to suppress his pent-up anger. She subconsciously tilted her head and stared intently at his solemn expression.
Seeing that he hadn't said much all night, she mistakenly thought he was still angry with her, and instantly lost her patience, muttering under her breath:
"It's not like you're a reincarnated pufferfish. It's such a trivial matter, why are you getting so angry?"
"I'm not angry with you," Qin Beiming replied succinctly.
Ling Mo didn't believe his explanation and continued:
"If you're not angry, why are you ignoring me?"
"You unreasonable little thing, do you know you're driving me crazy?"
Qin Beiming stopped the car, suddenly turned his head, and said with a mixture of helplessness and indulgence:
"It's not that I don't want to talk to you, but the way you were wearing my shirt and speaking sweetly and coquettishly to me was too alluring. I've already done my best to suppress my desires."
"The problem is, I wasn't being coquettish."
As Ling Mo spoke, his voice gradually faded.
She couldn't understand it. She wasn't exactly thin-skinned, but somehow, whenever Qin Beiming said a few words, her cheeks would burn, and she would blush bright red every now and then.
"Um..."
Qin Beiming was absolutely smitten with her charmingly naive appearance, so different from her usual aloof self, and a radiant smile involuntarily spread across his lips.
Actually, this matter should have ended with Qin Beiming making concessions.
To his surprise, the moment he stopped the car, Ling Mo suddenly blurted out another sentence:
"I'm not being coquettish."
Looking at Ling Mo's serious expression, Qin Beiming was truly touched by her unexpected charm. He suddenly leaned down and whispered in her ear:
“You’re not being coquettish; you’re clearly setting fire to this.”
"I didn't indulge him..."
Ling Mo wanted to argue, but his words were cut off by a long kiss.
At this moment, the carriage still reeked of the sour, rotten smell that lingered from the garbage recycling station.
However, when emotions run deep, Qin Beiming completely ignores other factors, even his own extremely severe mysophobia.
The earth spun and the sky spun.
The condensation on the car window resembled a beaded curtain, seemingly trying to obscure the enchanting scenery, yet inadvertently revealing its boundless beauty...
Standing motionless outside the car window, Zhan Hanjue could vaguely see the scene inside and could no longer control his anger.
After throwing his expensive wristwatch onto the distant lawn, he slammed his hand on the car window and roared angrily:
"You brat, get out here right now."
Upon hearing this, Qin Beiming paused slightly, then reluctantly released Ling Mo.
As soon as he opened the car door, Zhan Hanjue, who was still thinking of giving Qin Beiming a good lesson, smelled the sour, rotten odor inside the car and instinctively took a step back, asking in a cold voice:
What does it taste like?
"It's probably the sour smell of garbage," Ling Mo poked his head out and explained earnestly.
"Trash?? Could it be that you drugged me so you could pick up trash together?" Zhan Hanjue didn't believe such an explanation, but out of consideration for Ling Mo's feelings, he had no choice but to go along with her.
"We did go to the recycling center."
Qin Beiming answered seriously, and in order to make his words more convincing, he recounted in detail to Zhan Hanjue everything that had happened that night.
At first, Ling Mo didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
But when she realized that Zhan Hanjue and Qin Beiming seemed to be planning to join forces to interrogate her about what she had done that night, she quickly opened the car door and slipped into the villa.
"What are they wearing?"
Zhan Hanjue looked at the men's suit wrapped around Ling Mo's waist with a headache, feeling even more anxious.
Looking at Qin Beiming, who was shirtless inside the car seat, he finally asked with some unease:
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