Chapter 33 – A Sleepless Spring Night (2/2)
“Oh? You seem to have so many secrets… Alright! I concede defeat. Tonight, I’m yours.” Putting her hands around Qinghan’s neck, An’yue blinked naughtily, with a flirtatious expression. Her curving body was so sexy and charming, that Qinghan couldn’t keep his eyes from it. Inch by inch, they moved nearer and nearer, until they pressed against each other. An’yue closed her eyes and raised her chin, as her two red lips slightly opened…
Without any delay, Qinghan kissed An’yue, sucking hard in her mouth, as though he intended to take away all the fluids inside her. His hands were still busy with touching her body, right now, one of his hand was pressed on her breasts. Then, he put one of his knees between her legs, rubbing up and down. The sweet taste of her mouth, the strong breast in his hand and the occasional friction between his knee and her “secret garden”… All of this made Qinghan be lost in sensual happiness…
Outside the window, the spring wind was whistling violently. What a sleepless spring night!
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“What? You want to leave right now?”
Dazzlingly, An’yue was woken up by some noises. When she turned around, she found that Qinghan had disappeared from her bed.
“Though I’m desperate to enjoy another night with you… However, you’re my woman now and I believe, we’ll have ample opportunities in the future. But, right now, I have to go. Am… Am I an irresponsible man?”
Qinghan had transformed from a boy into a man, as the confidence and aggressiveness in his eyes were nowhere to conceal. Looking at the beautiful An’yue lying in bed, he was quite sentimental about their departure.
“Hehe, little man, I won’t be responsible for you either…” An’yue made fun of Qinghan, but when she stared into his sincere eyes, she added, “Er, If you find it hard to get on with the Ye Family, you’re welcome to stay here, in Wild City. At least, I have some influence here.”
“Oh, really? But I want you to remember one thing from now on, no matter what happens, I’ll be the only man in this world you can rely on. I forgot to mention, actually, if you had exerted all of your strength, I would still have defeated you. Remember, I’m Ye Qinghan, your… Man!”
Soon, the door was pushed open, letting in the chilly wind. Qinghan stepped over the threshold and went off into the darkness.
An’yue was left alone, tightly wrapped in her sheets. She was pondering over Qinghan’s parting words.
“I’m in the third level of the Realm of the General now, how is it possible for him to defeat me? But, several months ago, he was just an undervalued seventh young lord, who was in the Realm of the Elite. He must be a man of high potential; otherwise I’m not able to find a better explanation for his immense progression in cultivation. Oh, he’s so mysterious. Maybe… Maybe he really is the man I should depend on…”
It might be because she had some spark of love towards Qinghan, or because of his sincerity. But in the end, An’yue chose to believe in him, though she subconsciously regarded it to be somewhat weird.
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In the lobby of the hotel, Menglong had been drinking wine for hours. He was intentionally waiting for Qinghan to come out, covered in bruises.
Suddenly, the door to the backyard opened, and a young man walked out. Rubbing his eyes, Menglong jerked his head in that direction and found that it was Qinghan, who nodded to the old waiter and stepped out of the hotel, disappearing into the dark night.
Menglong waved his head violently, trying to return to a sober state. He helped himself up with great difficulty, walked towards the gate, and tried to shout out something to Qinghan, yet not a single word came out of his mouth. He just stood there, pointing at Qinghan’s direction with his wobbling arm.
Strangely, the expression on his face was a mixture of sadness and indignation, as if Qinghan had stolen something important from him. Actually, he was still unwilling to admit that that “thing” had never really belonged to him in the first place.
Eventually, Menglong moved back to his table and filled two cups of wine. He didn’t drink, as he just affectionately stared at the two cups. As if he was lamenting on the “thing” he would never have a chance to own…