Chapter 93 Uncle [VIP]
"Me...me?"
Xing Chao heard a somewhat flustered sound behind him.
He finished dressing and looked up, seemingly puzzled, as if he didn't understand why the other person was hesitating.
"Sister-in-law?"
Is it inappropriate to expose her body to her husband's younger brother? Qingran expressed her concerns about this behavior.
But perhaps considering that the two had just overcome their misunderstandings and reconciled, he hesitated for a moment before gently replying, "Okay."
Previously, Xing Chao turned his back to him, but this time it was his turn to turn his back to Xing Chao.
He lowered his eyelashes to avoid the young man's calm yet tangible gaze, his heart racing slightly. He turned and slowly untied the belt around his waist.
It's like unwrapping a gift and personally revealing yourself to a man who isn't your partner.
The glossy red silk slowly slid down, revealing his fair shoulders, shoulder blades shaped like butterfly wings, smooth back and shoulders, and slightly concave spine.
This body is as beautiful as in my dream.
Just like in the dream, Xing Chao's body reacted quickly and uncooperatively.
The skin on her back seemed extremely sensitive, and Qingran asked in a low voice, embarrassed, "Is it all better now?"
Xing Chao swallowed hard to clear his dry throat, trying to avoid anyone noticing that his hoarse voice was abnormal.
"Hmm, there are no traces."
Qingran immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Whether he was relieved that he wasn't injured, or relieved that the examination was finally over and he could put on his clothes, he didn't know.
The large expanse of white skin was once again enveloped by the glossy red, completely concealed, and the waist was bound with a belt that outlined a delicate and beautiful line.
Xing Chao clenched and relaxed his hands, which were hanging by his sides, and then stepped forward and passed through the gap between the young man's arm and waist.
Qingran's body suddenly stiffened.
"Sister-in-law." The tall young man embraced the body from behind, cautiously and tentatively placing his hands carefully around the waist that had not an ounce of excess fat.
Will you fall in love with someone else?
Qingran, who was pondering whether she should push him away given his current character, naturally interpreted the hug as Xing Chao's unease that his sister-in-law might fall for someone other than his brother.
He showed his nervousness to the other person, and he also showed his reassurance to the other person.
“I can’t say for sure what the future holds,” he said, not with certainty, but with certainty, “but no matter what happens, I will always remember a person named Changqing.”
Xing Chao, however, did not show the jealousy he had expected.
Yes, Xing Chao wasn't jealous at all. After all, Yun Qingran had always been his sister-in-law. She was, she is, and she will always be.
His liking for Yun Qingran doesn't mean he no longer sees her as his sister-in-law.
The room was eerily quiet.
Qingran hated the silence, because it left his frantic heartbeat and rapid breathing nowhere to hide.
Xing Chao, however, liked this quiet, because it made him clearly aware that the body in his arms was tense because of his proximity.
He was certain of his own feelings.
Although his behavior in the dream seemed presumptuous and abrupt, it also represented his truest inner thoughts to some extent.
If others can do it, so can he.
And what about your sister-in-law?
Will she feel an unconscious flutter in her heart for him, just like she did on the lawn in her dream when he didn't reject her?
Xing Chao recalled what Qingran had said in his dream: he was a healthy adult male and it was normal for him to have physiological needs.
In reality, this body also has normal physiological needs.
Xing Chao calmly thought that he was indeed different from his brother; he would not allow Yun Qingran to fall in love with someone else.
He will only make his sister-in-law like him forever, watch him, and be unable to leave him.
Both physical and mental.
“I will always remember my brother,” Xing Chao said.
He bent down and hugged Qingran tightly, whispering in her ear, "Sister-in-law, thank you for staying in the Xing family."
The deep, magnetic voice made him feel as if he were back on the day he was examining Xing Wendao's bedside, when the other person suddenly spoke up behind him, asking what he was doing.
Qingran's expression softened with memories, and she shook her head, saying, "Thank you and Grandpa for letting me stay in the Xing family."
After saying that, he realized their current posture and was thinking of an excuse to leave when Xing Chao had already let go of his hand.
Xing Chao said, "I'll go out first. Sister-in-law, change your clothes. It should be almost lunchtime."
Qingran nodded: "Okay."
As Xing Chao walked out, he was still thinking that he hadn't eaten lunch, yet he was already looking forward to the night.
Just then, a voice called from behind.
"We'll have morning prayers later."
Qingran followed him out the door, unable to suppress a smile: "This is your room, I should be the one coming out."
Xing Chao: "..."
The tips of his ears turned slightly red.
At lunchtime, there was indeed a chicken and mushroom soup on the table, made with the mushrooms that Qingran and Xingchao had picked up on the mountain.
The chicken soup was rich in flavor, with fresh and fragrant mushrooms. Many nourishing ingredients were also added to the soup. After Xing Chao finished drinking it at noon, he went to Uncle Fang in the afternoon to ask him for cooking advice.
At that moment, Qingran was playing frisbee with Hei Xuanfeng in the open space in front of the villa. She raised her eyebrows after hearing voices coming from the kitchen on the first floor.
[Zero Zero, guess what Xing Chao is planning to do?]
The system, which allows offline novel reading, is bewildered: [Learn to cook?]
Qingran replied meaningfully: [Yes, it really is about learning to cook~]
As for the purpose of learning to cook...
In the afternoon, Xing Chao learned to cook from Uncle Fang. Before going to bed, he went online to learn how to do AI, and then put it into practice in his dreams at night.
This time, quite unusually, Xing Chao vaguely realized that he was dreaming.
He sat on a single sofa by the window, holding a phone with its screen off. If nothing unexpected happened, someone would knock on the door in a few minutes to check his back.
Xing Chao did not sit idly by and wait for things to happen.
Or rather, under the combined influence of his own understanding of his own feelings and his dream, he was unable to control himself.
He threw down his phone, went out, and walked into the bedroom across the street.
Qingran lives in Xing Wendao's former bedroom, and the two brothers' rooms are laid out similarly.
Pushing open the door, you'll see a full-length, transparent window directly opposite you. There's a single sofa in front of the window, a hidden bathroom against the wall to the right, and a large double bed against the wall to the left. The headboard wall is a full-length mirror with a very stylish design.
Qingran entered the dream in the bathroom. Judging from the bathrobe she was wearing, it was around this time. She had just opened the bathroom door to go out and continue the storyline when she was pressed against the wall and kissed by a tall young man.
The young man's kiss came fiercely and urgently, like a ferocious beast that had been starving for a long time finding sweet food and eagerly wanting to devour him.
Qingran's hands were tightly clasped on either side of her head, forcing her to tilt her head back to endure the deeply passionate kiss.
The tongue that had entered her mouth was greedy and unrestrained, sucking and licking vigorously while constantly probing deeper inside.
The sensitive throat was repeatedly teased, and a slight urge to vomit and a tingling sensation several times stronger than the former were simultaneously sent to the brain.
The intense pleasure quickly brought out a layer of physiological tears in Qingran's eyes, which hung wetly on her eyelashes.
"Mmm..." An uncontrollable soft hum escaped from her nose.
Qingran struggled futilely, her vision blurred by tears as she saw the image reflected on the wall behind the opposite bed.
The young man's tall and broad back completely covered him, with only a faint, alluring touch of red peeking out from beneath his silhouette.
"Is my sister-in-law daydreaming?" Xing Chao slowly stopped moving as he noticed that the resistance and even the response were gradually weakening.
The person in front of him was kissed until tears welled up in their eyes and their gaze was filled with seductive allure.
Just thinking that this reaction was given to him, that it was born because of him, made Xing Chao's lower abdomen tighten uncontrollably.
He followed Qingran's gaze and looked back, seeing the image reflected in the mirror.
That slender body was completely trapped in his arms.
A surge of immense satisfaction and dissatisfaction welled up within him. Xing Chao turned back and pecked at the panting, moist red lips, then wrapped his arms around the other's lower back, pressing her close to his own.
"Are you going to reject me again today, sister-in-law?"
The magnetic voice that rang against her lips made Qingran tremble slightly.
He was acutely aware that the man kissing him deeply and bringing him pleasure was not his husband, but his husband's younger brother.
He was walking on the edge of a cliff, with only two choices before him: to live a peaceful and uneventful life, or to fall into the abyss and dance with danger.
“Sister-in-law…” Xing Chao did not give him a choice.
The hand behind my waist pressed down on me without giving me a chance to feel it, to feel its burning heat, its heartbeat that resonated with mine, and its unmistakable presence.
The rising body temperature and rapid heartbeat had already given the answer, leaving Qingran no longer able to deceive herself.
After a silent sigh, she raised her trembling hand and embraced the young man's broad shoulders and back.
Xing Chao was overjoyed to finally receive a positive reply.
The two kissed passionately, moving from the bathroom doorway to the center of the room, and then to the armchair by the window.
Two pairs of legs were intertwined tightly.
The tall young man suddenly lifted the slender man by his buttocks, and the slender, fair legs stretched out from the wine-red nightgown and wrapped around his waist.
Then, Qingran looked at the mirror on the bedside table in a daze.
He rolled off the sofa armrest and knelt on the soft cushion, resting his right cheek on his hands which were resting on the backrest.
Her face was flushed and her eyes were unfocused.
The lavish, wine-red bathrobe was still on him, but the upper body of the young man sitting on the floor with his back to the sofa was nowhere to be seen.
“Chao Chao…” A poignant sigh escaped from her slightly swollen red lips.
Qingran half-closed her eyes and furrowed her brows, one hand touching the young man's short, stiff hair.
The short, stubble-like hair was so stiff it was prickly to the touch, and you couldn't hold it at all.
Qingran pushed him away, feeling both embarrassed and annoyed.
"Come out."
A muffled, hoarse male voice came from beneath the bathrobe.
"Sister-in-law...don't hide."
Bright sunlight streamed in through the wide-open French windows, casting a radiant, pale gold glow on the floor, while this secret affair remained unseen by anyone.
The weather on the second day was just as sunny and pleasant as in my dream.
The two people who were dreaming of making love and going to the mountains together not long ago are now dressed neatly and playing the role of a simple uncle and sister-in-law relationship at the dinner table, keeping to their proper place and observing etiquette.
Although it didn't reach the very end this time, the experience was still incredibly satisfying and exhilarating...
Qingran picked up the soy milk beside her and took a sip.
At the same time, Xing Chao across from him also picked up a glass of soy milk.
The two exchanged a glance, and Qingran licked the water off her lips and smiled gently: "The soy milk tastes good today."
Xing Chao's Adam's apple bobbed, and he touched his lips to the cup before humming in agreement.
Only they themselves know what they are really thinking.
"The soy milk was pretty good this morning, wasn't it?"
At this moment, the cook poked his head out from the kitchen: "I drove to town to buy vegetables before dawn, and when I saw a tofu wholesaler selling soy milk, I insisted on buying some from them."
With the venerable old man, who held considerable authority, absent, he had to be more casual in his speech and actions when facing the two of them.
Isn't that the soy milk from that steamed bun shop?
Neither of the two people who had drunk it before could taste the difference.
Xing Chao has something to hide, but what about Qing Ran?
"Yes, it's fragrant and rich, completely different from the kind made with water. I haven't had such authentic soy milk in a long time."
Qingran struck up a conversation with Chef Fang.
Xing Chao's narrow eyes were fixed on his smiling face, looking at his full, moist lips and his jade-like hand adorned with a ring.
Just as he had tasted the other, the two had also tasted him in an airtight manner.
"Sister-in-law."
Xing Chao put down the empty glass, the thick white liquid of soy milk sliding down the side of the glass.
"In summer, many plump river shrimp swim in the mountain streams. Shall we go catch some shrimp and wade in the water this afternoon?"
Qingran chuckled: "Do you think I'm still a three-year-old who likes to play in the water and catch shrimp?"
Xing Chao: "Let's take Black Whirlwind for a walk while we're at it, otherwise it'll be too much trouble to play with it at home every day."
Qingran thought that there was really nothing else to do in the deep mountains far from the hustle and bustle of the city, so she nodded: "That's fine. Chaochao is familiar with this place, so she can take me around during this time."
One sentence instantly dispelled Chef Fang's doubts about the uncle and sister-in-law's continued trips outside.
During the day they would go down to the river, climb mountains, and pick wild fruits, and at night they would sleep and play in these places.
Black Whirlwind, who followed them to every corner of the vicinity during the day, would vanish without a trace in his dreams, leaving only the two of them under the sky, in the wilderness, doing the most intimate things in the world.
In reality, Qingran also noticed that Xing Chao was subtly approaching him.
He would grab my wrist and hug me from time to time, using ambiguous language to trap me, trying to get me used to his presence in a slow, insidious way.
Qingran cooperated and took on the role of the frog.
More than half a month has passed since the old man left, and normally there is still more than a week left before the deadline he set.
However, the world is full of surprises.
Plans can't keep up with changes. The old man caught a cold the night before last and hasn't fully recovered from taking medicine. He's not energetic during the day and can't overexert himself, so he sent word that Xing Chao should return within a week to take charge of the overall situation.
Xing Chao called his family doctor to find out what was going on.
I learned that the old man was not seriously ill, but his resistance had decreased due to his age, so his symptoms were healing more slowly.
However, it's best to rest quietly afterwards and avoid further stress or worry.
Xing Chao felt slightly relieved, thanked the other party and told them to take good care of the old man, and then hung up the phone.
"Is Grandpa alright?" Qingran asked worriedly under the eaves.
Xing Chao put away his phone and hugged him: "The doctor said that Grandpa is just old and can't take on any more trouble, but there's nothing else seriously wrong."
He said with a hint of reluctance, "So we have to go back early."
"It's alright, Grandpa's health is the most important thing," Qingran patted him reassuringly. "He's rested enough during this time. The sooner you take over the Xing family, the sooner you can ease Grandpa's burden."
Xing Chao understood this principle.
"Doesn't your sister-in-law feel any reluctance at all?"
Qingran said helplessly, "What are you reluctant to part with? Aren't I going back with you and going to work with you?"
But it's ultimately different from their current world, a world just the two of them, far removed from worldly troubles.
Xing Chao affectionately rubbed his face against his ear and secretly kissed him through his hair.
"Alright, why have you been so clingy lately?" Qingran said with a smile, gently stroking the young man's stubble-like short hair.
“As my sister-in-law said, I don’t have to be so independent in front of you.” Xing Chao hugged him tightly.
Fortunately, Chef Fang was sent away by Xing Chao with an excuse last week, otherwise anyone would have noticed something was wrong if they saw the uncle and sister-in-law embracing intimately in broad daylight.
The two people embracing seemed oblivious to this.
"When does Chaochao plan to go back?" Qingran asked, tilting his head slightly so that the clingy young man in front of him could rub against his neck.
"Three days later? That's next Monday, so the roads won't be too congested."
Xing Chao's lips brushed against his, his breath falling on Bai Yingying's ear, quickly turning her face crimson.
However, the roads from the countryside to the city are not usually too crowded.
Qingran seemed to have forgotten about this and didn't bring it up. She gently pushed the person in front of her with a hint of embarrassment and said, "Stop it, it tickles."
"Where does it itch? Your ears?" the young man asked in a low voice, deliberately blowing another breath into them.
Qingran shrank her neck, and said angrily, though not really angry, "Xing Chao."
“I’m here,” Xing Chao said cheerfully, turning his ear, adorned with a white diamond, “Why don’t you blow on it too, sister-in-law? I’m not ticklish.”
Is this the same thing?
Qingran, worn down by his persistence, said, "Let go, it's time to make lunch."
After Chef Fang left, Xing Chao took over the cooking duties. He was probably really smart and learned everything quickly, and the food tasted quite good.
"My sister-in-law is with me."
"Okay, can you let go now?"
Xing Chao loosened his grip, but before Qing Ran could react, he tightened his embrace again.
The young man measured his slender waistline with his palm, and delicately teased his sensitive spots with techniques he had practiced in his dreams.
A dense, itchy sensation instantly spread from her back to her scalp. Caught off guard, Qingran murmured, "Mmm..."
Knowing that too much of a good thing can be bad, Xing Chao stopped in time and said, "Sister-in-law, your waist is so thin. Are you too skinny?"
The second half of the sentence successfully disarmed Qingran, and the shame of making ambiguous sounds in front of her brother-in-law was greatly reduced.
He said awkwardly, "It's not that I'm thin, it's just that I have a naturally small frame."
“I remember my sister-in-law saying that her flesh was soft,” Xing Chao said, touching the soft flesh on his waist. “So it’s true.”
"Unlike me, I'm stiff as a rock."
The ambiguous behavior combined with serious words prevented Qingran from noticing anything amiss.
So much so that when the young man grabbed his hand and pressed it against his firm waist and abdomen, he was unable to pull his hand away in time.
"Sister-in-law, touch it, isn't it very hard?"
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