537: Chapter 533: At Least Half a Year 537: Chapter 533: At Least Half a Year It was half past eleven at night when Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun went to bed.
Under the covers, Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun passionately kissed each other.
After a while, he released Li Zhaojun’s soft and sweet lips, his breath hot as he asked, “Wife, did you ask Qing Lian?”
Hearing this question, Li Zhaojun, whose brain was slightly lacking in oxygen from the kissing, immediately snapped awake.
“I asked, and it’ll be at least six months,” said Li Zhaojun.
“Half, half a year!” Ye Fan nearly jumped up, “Is that a mistake?!”
Li Zhaojun added, “It might even take one or two years.”
Ye Fan took a sharp breath and felt that this Qing Lian was deliberately making life difficult for him.
His passion subsided as he let go of Li Zhaojun, flipped over, lay on his back, and asked, “Did you ask for the reason?”
“Um,” Li Zhaojun replied, “I must reach a certain level in my cultivation first.”
Upon hearing this, Ye Fan felt something was off, turned to her and asked, “You mean the reason you and Qing Lian practice cultivation?”
“Yes,” replied Li Zhaojun.
“Initially, I must remain a virgin.”
“Bullshit!” Ye Fan got angry, sat up abruptly, and said, “I’m also an ancient martial artist, but I’ve never heard that to learn any ancient martial arts you have to be a virgin!
Call Qing Lian and ask her if she is fooling you because she’s afraid you’ll get distracted!”
Li Zhaojun also sat up, calmly straightened her nightgown, and leisurely tidied her disheveled hair, then said, “What my master taught me is not the usual ancient martial arts; you’ll understand in the future.”
As she spoke, she reached out to grab one of Ye Fan’s hands, gently patted the back of Ye Fan’s hand with her other jade-like hand, and consoled him, “Don’t worry.
It’s just six months.
Be patient, and it’ll pass.”
Ye Fan felt a sense of powerlessness and gloom.
Li Zhaojun released Ye Fan’s hand, extended her hand to gently cradle his face, kissed his forehead, still held his face, with her pretty face less than ten centimeters away, and coaxed him like one would with a child, “Hehe, be good, don’t be mad.”
Ye Fan was at a loss for words — he was no child.
Even though Li Zhaojun was four years his senior, there was no need to coddle him like one.
However, he suddenly had a rather wicked thought.
But this thought was too disrespectful to Li Zhaojun, the pure and aloof goddess, and he felt it was tough to get her to agree.
“How can I get her to agree?” Ye Fan’s mind raced, and he soon had a plan.
He immediately played along with Li Zhaojun’s words and pretended to be petulant, “I am mad!”
With that, he removed Li Zhaojun’s hand from his face, turned around, and turned his back on her.
Li Zhaojun smiled faintly, drew closer, and once again cradled Ye Fan’s face, saying, “You’re being naughty.”
Observing that Li Zhaojun really was treating him like a child, Ye Fan felt both annoyed and amused, unable to accept it.
However, to realize his wicked idea, he decided to swallow his pride this once and play the child.
“Hmph!” He faked a sulk, his eyes intentionally looking away, avoiding eye contact with Li Zhaojun.
Li Zhaojun continued with the kissing and cajoling.
Ye Fan’s feigned annoyance slightly softened as he said, “If you want me not to be mad, then you have to…”
Then, he leaned into Li Zhaojun’s ear and whispered something.
After hearing it, even Li Zhaojun, who was always serene and aloof, couldn’t help blushing, and with a tap of her finger on Ye Fan’s forehead, she scolded him lightly yet irritatedly, “You’re taking advantage of me.”
“If you don’t want to, forget it.
I’m going to sleep,” said Ye Fan, realizing it was unlikely, so he found an excuse to step down, laying down and pretending to sleep.
Li Zhaojun sat there, watching Ye Fan feign sleep with a pout, thought for a while, and then said, “Fine, just this once, but don’t expect it again!”
At her words, Ye Fan excitedly sat up, asking incredulously, “Really?”
“Fake!” Li Zhaojun glared at him irritably and then lay down.
Ye Fan was disappointed.
But then, he saw Li Zhaojun wriggle under the covers, fussing about for a while before shyly saying, “If you’re going to do it, hurry up.”
Overjoyed, Ye Fan immediately joined her under the covers.
More than an hour later, Ye Fan got out of bed, completely relaxed, lying back on it and letting out a long, comfortable sigh.
Li Zhaojun reached for a tissue, not bothering to dress, and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower.
Li Zhaojun took a good twenty minutes in the bathroom before she came out.
She put on another nightgown, got back into bed, turned toward Ye Fan and pouted, “Are you satisfied now?”
“Hehe,” Ye Fan laughed both sheepishly and triumphantly.
Li Zhaojun’s lips curled into a slight smile, not angry with Ye Fan, extended her arms to gently hold his head, and whispered, “After such a late night, let’s sleep.”
The next morning, Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun finally took a flight back to Hai Hua City.
Li Zhaojun’s master, Qing Lian, also joined them, flying to Hua Hai City.
Li Zhaojun’s housekeeper, Auntie Shao, drove to pick them up from the airport, and then they all returned to Li Zhaojun’s villa.
Since Qing Lian would be staying over, Ye Fan didn’t fully understand why he had to stay clear, given there were plenty of rooms in the villa, but he still packed his luggage into his modified Volkswagen sedan and drove away from the villa.
Driving back to the Dingsheng International Hotel, Ye Fan stopped by the service desk to extend his stay in the Presidential Suite until after New Year’s.
Having Ye Fan return made Qing Luan and Wei Ziling very happy; they helped him fetch and arrange his luggage energetically.
Ye Fan washed his face and sat down to rest on the living room sofa.
At that moment, Wei Ziling approached him carefully and said, “Mr.
Ye, you must be tired after hours on the plane, right?”
“Um,” Ye Fan responded, turning his face to look at Wei Ziling.
Seeing her blush slightly, Wei Ziling whispered timidly, “I, I’ve learned some techniques recently, let me give your shoulders a rub.”
“Eh?” Ye Fan was slightly surprised.
Thinking Ye Fan disapproved, Wei Ziling hastily apologized, “If you don’t feel like it, it’s fine; my techniques are actually quite rusty.”
Ye Fan chuckled, “Then I’ll indulge for a bit.”
Ye,” Wei Ziling said joyfully, then walked behind Ye Fan and started carefully kneading his shoulders with her hands.