Shy Qinglan is not shy
Fu Ying could feel Bai Cang's burning gaze on his back, but he never turned back.
As a top employee of the "Book Transmigration Administration's Extinction Optimization Department," she had already engraved the first rule of the "High-Risk Mission Code" into her bones: emotional projection is the breaking point of professional ethics.
She had seen too many precedents of colleagues falling into depravity, including newcomers and gold medal employees who were as decisive as her. They were all willing to shed all the system's blessings and become mayflies that lived and died in a small world.
Being soft-hearted and sentimental is the most fatal flaw of a book traveler.
These harmless emotions would erode her rationality and ultimately lead her to make poor judgments.
Using rules to suppress human nature is what a qualified executor should do.
She would never indulge herself just because it was a retirement world.
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The bamboo house built by Qinglan is imbued with his unique and refreshing aura.
Hsinchu still had a frosty look to it, and the bamboo tables and beds were put together tightly, so there was nothing missing.
Fu Ying stepped barefoot on the bamboo boards, making a slight creaking sound.
She suddenly turned her head, the end of her hair sweeping across a half circle, and looked at Qinglan's figure frozen at the door. His Adam's apple rolled, as if he knew what was about to happen, and he felt a little anxious and uneasy.
"What are you standing there for? Come here."
Fuying sat down on the bamboo bed, lightly touched the texture of the green bamboo with his fingertips, and knocked it twice casually.
She lifted up her long legs, revealing her jade-like skin. Her eyebrows were slightly raised, her eyes sparkled, and there was a faint smile at the corner of her lips, as if teasing and a bit seductive.
Qinglan's throat tightened, and his bony fingers unconsciously pinched into his palms.
The strong smell of alcohol failed to make him drunk, but Fu Ying's soft call made him tremble with fear.
He seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread and came in front of her, their figures entangled and swaying in the halo.
Fu Ying raised her eyes and looked into his eyes. Her fingertips, like snakes, gently stroked his tight waist and abdominal muscles, lingering on the tight mermaid line. When she probed in, Qinglan suddenly tensed his back.
His whole body was trembling, a suppressed groan escaped from his throat, his knuckles were tightly curled, and the hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat, revealing the panic he was trying hard to control.
Only then did he seem drunk, with a peach blossom spreading out from the corners of his eyes, burning all the way from his eyelids to his ears.
Fu Ying's voice was charming and gentle: "Let's take a bath together?"
Qinglan's sanity gradually collapsed with her movements, her breathing became rapid and disordered, blue veins were faintly visible under her cold white skin, and a tingling pleasure flowed straight to her tailbone.
Fu Ying's red lips curled slightly, her eyes full of cunning. The innocent orc really couldn't stand the slightest teasing.
She flicked her fingertips and the belt fell off. Before Qinglan could react, she dragged him into the steaming bathtub. Water splashed everywhere and his cold white skin instantly turned a light red.
Fu Ying leaned closer, wrapped her arms around his tense waist and abdomen, feeling his pounding heartbeat.
Qinglan's Adam's apple rolled, and the pair of eyes that were always cold and clear in the mist were now flustered and at a loss.
Fu Ying chuckled: "I forgot, big cats don't like water."
Qinglan's long flaxen hair was wet and stuck to the side of his neck. Water droplets hit his eyelashes. His usual cool and lazy demeanor had been evaporated by the water vapor. Looking at Fuying who was leaning against him, his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty.
Fu Ying leaned over, pressed her red lips against the scar on the side of his neck, and with a hint of tenderness, she stroked the small puddle on his shoulder.
Wherever she went, she set the prairie on fire, and every breath Qinglan took was accompanied by a suppressed gasp.
When Fu Ying's red lips came up, Qing Lan finally broke down. His slender fingers clasped her waist, his long eyelashes trembled, his wet hair tangled, and he responded awkwardly but passionately.
The two people's rapid breathing intertwined in the misty water vapor.
"Are you willing to form a contract with me?" Fu Ying looked at him sideways, his voice very serious.
Hearing her words, Qinglan's gray-brown pupils suddenly turned red. He stared deeply at Fu Ying, and his clear and ethereal voice was extremely hoarse at this moment: "I do."
The moment the contract was formed, a clean snow leopard pattern appeared on Fuying's waist.
The red fox once again perched on Qinglan's neck. His fingertips trembled as he touched the crimson mark. The red fox's indenture seemed to recognize him, and it glowed, reflecting the crystal in his eyes.
The next moment, Qinglan picked up Fuying horizontally.
Although he was not extremely strong, his arms were steady and powerful, and his skin, which had been steamed by warm water, was burning hot. He did not stop and walked straight to the bamboo bed.
Fu Ying was slightly surprised. After they renewed the contract, he actually started to take the initiative.
The cold and hard bamboo board touched my skin, bringing a chill.
In this matter, Fu Ying naturally couldn't let Qinglan take the initiative, so she hooked her arms around his neck and bit his neck, leaving ambiguous marks. Qinglan's back was tense, and his body seemed to be suppressing a wave of emotions.
What happened next was a natural progression. The bamboo bed began to creak as it could no longer bear the weight.
People say that the slower you take the alcohol, the more amazing the aftereffects.
A broken moan escaped from Fu Ying's throat, and her cheeks flushed.
She raised her eyes hazily, and Qinglan's gray-brown pupils were reflected in her narrow eyes. This orc, whose ears would become red even when they looked at each other, was now full of aggression and not shy at all.
Noticing her gaze, Qinglan's eyes suddenly darkened, and his pupils turned vertical in emotion.
He did not pull away. His bones made slight crackling sounds and in the blink of an eye he transformed into an elegant snow leopard. His tail wrapped around her slender waist and he flipped her over with irresistible force.
Qinglan's snow-white sharp teeth gently bit Fuying's neck. Every time he penetrated deeply, he heard the purring sound unique to cat-type orcs, which mixed with her whimpers, interweaving into a blushing rhythm.
An unknown amount of time passed, but before Fu Ying's breathing had subsided, Qinglan suddenly stopped.
Fu Ying glanced sideways and saw that his whole body was burning hot and his body was stiff.
Qinglan's gray-brown animal pupils suddenly shrank, and the five-pointed star pattern on his forehead suddenly twisted and surged like boiling water. Then he raised his neck in pain, and his bones made a crisp sound that made his teeth ache.
Fu Ying watched as the star pattern on his forehead suddenly split and extended, and the five-pointed star turned into seven stars!
It turned out that it wasn't that the magical rice wine had no effect on him, it was just that he had been accumulating strength for a long time and was waiting for an opportunity.
Qinglan's star pattern advancement did not last long. He turned into a human form, with his palms firmly clasping Fuying's waist.
As the world spun around, Fu Ying had already turned over with him and was sitting astride him. The jade ornaments in her hair jingled softly and beautifully, as if they were back to the first time they met.
The young man leaning against the tree is cool, lazy and extremely clean, just like the white moonlight in his heart.
"I'm giving you a present."
Fu Ying curled his lips, flipped his wrist, and a photo appeared at his fingertips.
Qinglan's ears were still erect, and when he saw the image in the photo, his breathing suddenly stopped.
On the top of the snow-capped mountain, the setting sun slid down from the snow ridge, and a slender figure formed a lonely silhouette in the red-gold snow.
Qinglan's ears twitched as he recognized the familiar outline in the photo.
This is him.
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