"Qin Yan, you didn't even give me a proper hug after you woke up," Yun Nuan said, sounding a little aggrieved. She had just finished the check-up and hadn't even had time to change her clothes.
Qin Yan's heart suddenly sank, and he grabbed her tightly, even lifting her off the ground.
The height difference between the two was too obvious, but Qin Yan easily picked her up. "I'm sorry, it was my fault," he said.
Yun Nuan gently patted his back. "It's okay, I'll remind you."
He nuzzled her shoulder. She was so thin that she barely had any flesh on her body, and the little weight she had gained had vanished just as quickly.
Feelings of frustration and helplessness may arise, and one may blame fate for playing such cruel tricks on them.
"Yes, you have a good memory. You should remind me from now on. If I do something wrong, you should also remind me. If you are unhappy or sad, you should also remind me."
Yun Nuan gently tugged at his ear, watching it turn slightly red before letting go. "You won't make me unhappy, nor will you make me sad. Qin Yan, you can't bear to."
He adjusted his posture and carried her back to the ward like he was holding a child. Upon hearing her words, he kissed her lips.
"Never underestimate a man's inherent weaknesses, and I'm no exception. Baby, you should prioritize your own feelings. If I'm wrong, you should criticize me, understand?"
Yun Nuan didn't understand why everyone was so eager to instill in her the most important idea of her. Miao Miao and Ming Yue said the same thing, telling her to prioritize her own feelings, and even Qin Yan said the same thing.
She blinked, pondered for a moment, and then nodded. She thought, they were always worried that she would get hurt, Qin Yan didn't even spare himself, and when he got ruthless, he would even curse himself.
Back at the Sandalwood Palace, I saw the Pekingese dog next door again. It wagged its tail and ran over as soon as it heard the car from afar, and the servants couldn't stop it.
She stroked the Pekingese's head, meeting its bright black eyes. The Pekingese lay down, stretching out its limbs for her to pet, and she smiled happily, immediately starting to stroke it.
The others went inside to make arrangements, while Qin Yan stood in place following her. Ten minutes later, the silly dog was still trying to lure Yun Nuan into the house. He directly blocked the Pekingese dog's path and quickly handed the dog over to the servant who was following eagerly behind.
"Ouch, Qin Yan, why did you suddenly carry me away?" Yun Nuan struggled to turn around, still wanting to play with the dog. As soon as she turned around, she saw the Pekingese being carried home as well. The two of them gazed deeply at each other.
Qin Yan pressed her head down, turned her face to kiss her, and said, "There will be plenty of opportunities to play later. Now we should go home for dinner."
Yun Nuan enjoyed the feeling of kissing, but only with Qin Yan. So she stopped struggling, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and said regretfully.
"Okay, then kiss me more."
After dinner and a shower, she watched TV. Even in Huaxi Village, she never missed a day of watching TV, whether it was about lovelorn men and women, cartoons, or blockbusters from home and abroad. She finally managed to fill the void in her life.
Some knowledge also quietly entered her mind. She watched the male and female protagonists in the TV series kiss and hug each other, and then they both fell onto the bed, and then the scene became blurry.
Turning around, I pulled the switch and turned off the lights. The next day, the male and female protagonists woke up in the sun with their shoulders bare, and an ambiguous and gentle atmosphere appeared on their faces.
She stared intently at the TV, wondering why it was completely dark so early in the morning after the lights were turned off. What had happened in between? What was it that she, as a VIP member, couldn't watch?
What's most infuriating is that, in the next scene, the male and female leads are arguing again. It's pouring rain, and neither of them is willing to back down. Then the female lead wipes away the raindrops, her tears mingling with the rain.
She spoke with sadness and sorrow.
"Let's break up, let's pretend none of yesterday happened. We're not compatible. You can't let go of the person in your heart, and I don't want to play this three-way game anymore. Let's just let each other go."
The male lead, on the other hand, adopts a "I'm the most wronged, I'm the most sad, but I won't say it, you have to guess" attitude, acting like a devoted romantic.
"You didn't even give me a chance to explain. I really didn't mean to hide my meeting with her from you. If you don't believe me, think what you want."
Yun Nuan frowned and complained, "What exactly happened between you two? It must be that the rain wasn't heavy enough for you to still be so energetic!"
After angrily finishing watching TV, Aunt Lan told her to go to bed. Qin Yan watched her eat her medicinal meal before going into the study to get busy. She dawdled as she put on her shoes and went upstairs, still curious about the scene in the TV drama where the lights went out.
So she sat on the bed and started asking netizens again out of curiosity. This time, the incredibly knowledgeable netizens gave her some truly brilliant answers.
[The "lights out" scene in TV dramas is like a eunuch going to a brothel—willing but unable. What's wrong with showing me more?! I'm an adult, I'm being aroused and can't stop, and you just turn off the lights and start causing trouble!]
Overall, they're doing things that only adults do, a key element in deepening their relationship—love, freedom, and peace. Sorry, I got a little carried away.
Hey bro, I need a website address.
I have a friend who also wants to...
Yun Nuan was completely confused about what they were talking about, but she was good at following trends, so she typed something down as well.
I have a friend who's also quite curious.
While others were making jokes, Yun Nuan waited patiently. Soon, a link appeared, and everyone thanked the kind person in the comments.
Yun Nuan clicked on the button as instructed, mysteriously turned around a lot, then the screen paused for a moment, followed by a variety of pop-up ads.
Then the video loaded, showing a man and a woman sitting on the edge of the bed, and then they kissed. The girl moaned softly as she was kissed, and for a moment the room was filled with unusually loud breathing.
She could understand up to this point, but slowly, the boy's hands wandered over the girl's back, moved to her waist, and then to her chest. Then came a move that shocked her: where were those hands going?! And what happened next was even more outrageous: her clothes were lifted up, followed by even more blatant actions.
She bit her lip, completely unaware that her entire face was flushed red, even her ears. She wanted to turn off her phone, but her eyes were too heavy to look away.
The boy's actions became increasingly inappropriate until he started to take off his clothes. Yun Nuan was so frightened that she turned off her phone and threw it away. She covered her ears and lay face down on the blanket.
My eyes welled up with tears. Is this what the male and female leads do when the lights are off? It seems a little embarrassing.
The person who had always only chased after Qin Yan to kiss her had now opened the door to a whole new world, and the images in her mind were impossible to shake off.
But when she was sick, Qin Yan helped her wipe her body. Qin Yan's actions were very gentlemanly; he didn't look at anything he shouldn't have. But in the video just now, the guy clearly... well, he did that.
If she had a chimney on her head, it would probably be smoking right now. The people in the villa probably never imagined that Yun Nuan had opened the door to a new world for herself.
She grabbed a pillow from the side, hugged it to her chest, and rubbed it, feeling both embarrassed and excited. A knock came at the door, and Qin Yan's voice rang out.
"Baby, may I come in?" A deep, magnetic voice, in the night, stirred the imagination.
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