Shen Yan nodded, his eyes half-closed in comfort.
"good."
Motivated by the praise, Meng Qingluan pounded even harder.
The more they pounded, the more engrossed they became; the more they pounded, the harder they worked…
Later, Meng Qingluan simply started playing around, delivering a powerful punch to Shen Yan's back after a long, charged-up motion.
"puff."
Shen Yan had just taken a sip of water when she was suddenly slammed into the ground and spat out a mouthful of water.
Startled, Meng Qingluan withdrew her hand and moved around to stand in front of Chen Yan.
"Are you alright...? I didn't mean to..."
Meng Qingluan became increasingly guilty as she spoke, and her voice grew softer and softer.
Shen Yan coughed until his face turned red. He looked up at her and almost laughed out of exasperation.
After putting down the bowl, Chen Yan gently rubbed her reddened palms.
"Nothing's wrong, are you tired of massaging?"
Meng Qingluan leaned against the table beside her, letting Shen Yan massage her hands, and nodded.
Meng Qingluan suddenly pulled her hand away, excitedly grabbed Chen Yan's arm, and sat down in the chair herself.
"It's my turn, you can massage me."
Shen Yan twitched his lips, "Okay..."
He reached out his hand, feeling a little awkward.
The space was too small, and he was too big, so he couldn't really move around freely.
Shen Yan said, "Go lie down on the bed."
Meng Qingluan turned her head sharply, unable to believe what she was hearing.
"ha?"
Shen Yan realized that she had misunderstood, her ears burned, and she gave her a disapproving look.
He really wanted to crack open her head and see what was inside that small head of hers.
He repeated, "Go to the bed and massage!"
He emphasized the last word "press" very heavily.
"..."
Meng Qingluan realized she had just misunderstood something, so she didn't dare to say anything more and scurried to the bed.
Shen Yan's hands were large and well-defined, and he applied just the right amount of pressure when he gripped Meng Qingluan's back.
Meng Qingluan squinted comfortably, feeling as if her feet were walking on clouds, so comfortable that she felt like she was floating on air.
Shen Yan deliberately used light pressure, kneading and circling Meng Qingluan's shoulders.
After massaging for a while, I suddenly heard long, drawn-out breathing sounds, accompanied by low snoring...
Chen Yan lowered his head and looked down.
Meng Qingluan buried her head in the bedding, her breath sweet and fragrant... she was already asleep.
Shen Yan was both amused and exasperated. Was this considered comfortable enough to fall asleep?
How much time has passed?
Shen Yan thought about how the two of them had indeed gotten up very early today, and how she had stayed with her outside in the cold for quite a while.
Thinking of this, Shen Yan felt a pang of heartache again. He gently picked up Meng Qingluan and adjusted her sleeping position so that she could sleep more comfortably.
Shen Yan quietly took the blanket and covered her with it, then lay down beside her.
He propped his face up with his hands and quietly gazed at Meng Qingluan.
Her eyelashes are so long, her face is so small, and why is her mouth so small too?
What would it be like to kiss?
At this moment, Shen Yan was like a clueless student, with strange and unusual questions constantly popping into his mind.
Driven by his curiosity, Shen Yan slowly bent down to get closer to Meng Qingluan.
"Hmm..."
Meng Qingluan moved slightly, changing the position of her two hands.
Startled by this movement, Shen Yan instantly pulled back, straightened his back, and casually glanced at the bed curtains.
There was no movement.
Shen Yan glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and breathed a sigh of relief; he hadn't woken up.
Chen Yan bent down again, this time more cautiously.
He tentatively reached out and waved his hand in front of Meng Qingluan's face—no reaction.
So, Shen Yan slowly lowered his head, facing the sleeping girl, as if giving her enough time to think.
He mentally explained his own despicable behavior and then kissed her.
The kiss was not as passionate as the last bite.
Their lips touched, the soft touch making him reluctant to part. The burning heat within his body was clamoring, his blood was boiling, and flashes of light kept appearing.
My heart was pounding in my ears, and time seemed to pass by endlessly.
But in reality, he only touched it, and probably didn't even last a second before he looked up.
Shen Yan's face was burning red, and the tip of his nose was so close to Meng Qingluan's face that they could almost touch.
Meng Qingluan frowned and mumbled in her sleep.
Chen Yan curiously pressed his ear against it to listen.
"An...Young Master Yu...?"
Shen Yan's blushing face turned deathly pale in an instant, her smile froze on her lips, and she gripped the bed sheet tightly with her hands.
Who is An An?
Why did she call him "Young Master Yu"? Why did she call Li Zhanjue that bitch?
Chen Yan absentmindedly looked away.
Does she have someone else in her heart? Does she like another man?
What about all the kindness she showed me, and all the things she said to me...?
Was she just putting on an act with him?
Recalling Meng Qingluan's gentle voice and her smiling eyes, he felt a chill run down his spine.
A voice deep within him kept tempting him.
Lock her up, lock her up, lock her up! She can never escape.
Chen Yan suppressed the thoughts deep in his heart.
If she really did that, she would probably hate him for the rest of her life.
The clenched hand left a bloody mark on the palm, with deep fingerprints embedded in it.
Disappointment, jealousy, and resentment ultimately transformed into fear in the heart and tears in the corners of the eyes.
Shen Yan slapped himself hard, the pain bringing him back to his senses somewhat.
So what if there are many scumbags? At least for now, she only has him by her side.
Thinking this way, Shen Yan's heart calmed down a lot, and she sat quietly on the bed.
He gently played with her hair with his fingers.
When Meng Qingluan woke up, it was already dark outside.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of green, and following the hem of her clothes upwards, he saw Chen Yan sitting on the edge of the bed.
"You're awake. Are you hungry?"
Chen Yan's voice was a little hoarse as he turned his head and asked.
The room was dimly lit, and Meng Qingluan noticed that Shen Yan's right cheek was a little red, combined with his hoarse voice.
She sat up. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell again?"
Upon hearing Meng Qingluan's words of concern, Shen Yan's throat tightened, and his eyes reddened.
The words I had used to comfort myself all afternoon vanished instantly.
She likes other people; saying she likes herself is just a lie.
He stubbornly turned his head away, not wanting her to see his disheveled appearance.
"No."
Meng Qingluan sensed that something was wrong with his mood, got up, and forcefully turned his head around.
Seeing that he still wanted to hide, Meng Qingluan went all out and sat down on his lap, making him unable to move.
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