Chapter 70: Come on, Uncle Qin

Qin Yanchuan's sleep has never been deep. While he was sleeping, he suddenly felt something touching his face and a warm breath, as if someone was poking his face and pinching the tip of his nose.

It was like a dream, but too real.

He woke up and looked around the bedroom. There was only a night light on nearby, and no one was around.

It was indeed a dream.

Qin Yanchuan raised his hand and rubbed his slightly swollen and painful temples, then got up from the bed, poured himself a glass of water and drank two sips.

Shi Yang was lying under the bed, holding his breath and not daring to breathe. All he could see was Qin Yanchuan's two legs moving.

Stop drinking water and go to bed!

Qin Yanchuan finished drinking the water and returned to bed, but he did not lie down to sleep again.

Now that I'm awake, I can't fall asleep again.

Qin Yanchuan looked up at the deep and quiet night outside the floor-to-ceiling window. His thoughts seemed to drift far away, and the emotions in his eyes were even darker than the night itself.

After an unknown amount of time, he withdrew his gaze, leaned against the head of the bed, found a book that he had not finished reading last time, and continued reading.

The bedroom was so quiet that Shi Yang could hear the sound of papers flipping under the bed, page after page...

Shi Yang quietly took out his cell phone from his pocket and saw that more than half an hour had passed.

Shi Yang raised his hand and covered his mouth tightly, trying hard not to make any sound that would break his defense.

What is this old guy reading so late at night? Why isn’t he going to sleep yet?

Want to use your Cloak of Invisibility again? You still have two chances left.

No, even if he became invisible, he couldn't open the door and go out under Qin Yanchuan's nose. People who didn't know would think it was some supernatural event.

Or use that cat-dog suit, turn into a cat and sneak out.

System: [You cannot use this skill again within 24 hours. ]

Shi Yang's mouth twitched slightly. This rubbish system is simply a trap for the host.

There is no other way, I can only wait until Qin Yanchuan falls asleep before going out.

Shi Yang stared in the dim light, staring at the bed board which was less than 20 centimeters away from him. The slight sound of turning pages of paper was in his ears, like hypnosis.

As he listened, his mind became more and more confused, and his eyelids began to twitch.

I don’t know how much time passed, but Shi Yang finally couldn’t hold on any longer and closed his eyes, falling into a deep sleep.

By the time Qin Yanchuan finished reading the book in his hand, it was already 3:30 in the morning.

It’s dark outside the window.

Qin Yanchuan put the book on the bedside table. His eyes felt a little sore. He leaned back against the headboard, closed his eyes which were slightly bloodshot, and took a short nap.

After a while, Qin Yanchuan raised his curtains again. There was a hint of fatigue between his handsome brows, but his eyes were still clear.

He threw back the quilt and got out of bed, intending to go to the bathroom, but suddenly he heard a slight movement, which seemed to come from under the bed.

Qin Yanchuan paused and heard another sound coming from under the bed, a rustling sound, like the friction of cloth.

What? Is there a mouse under the bed?

Qin Yanchuan's expression remained unchanged. He picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table as if nothing had happened and turned on the flashlight function.

He knelt down beside the bed, bent over and looked under the bed, while shining the flashlight inside.

The result was unexpected. There was not a mouse under the bed, but a living person.

His future niece-in-law was currently lying on her side under the bed, curled up slightly with her back to him, revealing the back of her neck which looked exceptionally white against her black hair.

The young boy's thin body didn't move, and he seemed to have fallen asleep. He even raised his hand to scratch his neck and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

“…”

Qin Yanchuan closed his eyes, his jawline tightened a little, and the veins on his neck bulged slightly.

The pain in my temples is getting worse.

No one knew when the little mouse hid here, how long it stayed there, or what it saw.

In the dim light, Qin Yanchuan turned off the flashlight function, but still maintained a leaning posture, staring silently at the person under the bed with his deep eyes.

It's like a beast that has been lurking in the dark for a long time, staring at its prey.

The floor was too hard, and Shi Yang didn’t sleep very comfortably. His waist and back ached, and there was a slight chill on his back.

Half asleep and half awake, he slowly turned over, changed to a more comfortable position and continued to sleep.

But as I was sleeping, I suddenly felt something was wrong.

No, wasn't he still hiding under Qin Yanchuan's bed? How did he fall asleep?

Shi Yang's mind suddenly became clear, and he opened his eyes. His pupils trembled violently, and his body shook as well. He almost passed out.

When I woke up and opened my eyes, I suddenly saw a face opposite me. The eyes were staring straight at me. How could I stay calm?

Compared to Shi Yang's excessive fright, Qin Yanchuan actually laughed softly, but no joy or anger could be detected in the laughter.

He even asked Shi Yang, who was under the bed, considerately: "Did you sleep comfortably? Do you need me to give you another quilt?"

Shi Yang silently hugged himself tightly, "Then... that's not necessary."

It's over, he's finished.

It would have been fine if he had just fallen asleep under the bed, but he was actually discovered by Qin Yanchuan.

He swallowed nervously, "Uncle Qin, please listen to me and let me explain..."

"Come out first."

After Qin Yanchuan said this, he stood beside the bed and waited.

Shi Yang crawled out slowly under his nose, brushed off the non-existent dust on his clothes, and his hair was messy, with a small tuft of hair sticking up.

Qin Yanchuan glanced from top to bottom, taking a quick look at the person in front of him. He then pulled over a chair and sat down, saying in a neutral tone:

"Think about how to make excuses."

Shi Yang stood obediently beside the bed, glancing at Qin Yanchuan with a hint of nervousness and embarrassment.

"Uncle Qin, I..."

He seemed to want to say something but stopped himself, then lowered his eyes and gently pinched his fingers.

Her dark eyelashes trembled uneasily, and when she lifted her eyelids to look at Qin Yanchuan, her innocent eyes seemed to be filled with spring water, gently rippling.

After some artificial foreplay, Shi Yang finally spoke shyly: "Uncle Qin, you already know my feelings, so why do you need to be so cunning?"

Qin Yanchuan: “…”

Qin Yanchuan looked at him and asked, "What do I know?"

Shi Yang became even more shy, turned away from Qin Yanchuan, and muttered softly: "How dare you ask? I'm too embarrassed to say it."

Qin Yanchuan was at his leisure, taking in every move of the person in front of him.

It starts again.

He tapped his knees rhythmically with his fingertips and replied without any pain or itching: "How would I know if you don't tell me?"

Shi Yang glanced at him secretly again, with a hint of reproach in his eyes.

"Really? You really have to make me explain it clearly, right? Since... since you said so, then I won't hide it anymore."

As she spoke, she opened her arms, lay on her back on the big bed, pursed her lips in a reserved and coy arc, pinched her throat and spoke softly:

"Come on, Uncle Qin, please don't pity a delicate flower like me."