In the end, Qin Miaomiao didn’t accept his terms for the deal — a minimum of three hours every time?
"Back to the point, help me pick a dress for tomorrow night’s banquet. And jewelry. These are pictures the stylist sent over—choose one for me."
Lu Qing casually flipped through the images on the iPad while she curled up in his arms, the two of them browsing together.
"This red one?" she suggested, as she admittedly had a fondness for red.
"How about this white one?"
Qin Miaomiao glared at him and stuffed a grape into his mouth in passing. "None of them are good?"
"Don’t rush—take your time picking."
Qin Miaomiao yawned and muttered, "Whatever, you pick one for me. I just want to sleep."
When she said sleep, she really could fall asleep right away. Lu Qing seriously continued scrolling through the dress photos, taking in her subtle fragrance, even feeling like the light in the room had grown warmer thanks to her presence.
Once she had fallen into deep sleep, he put down the iPad and gingerly lifted her into his arms. Judging by how she felt to the touch, she seemed to have put on a tiny bit of weight.
He placed her onto the bed, tucked her in under the covers, and stayed by her side for a while before... quietly leaving the room. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by N0velFire.ɴet
The guest room door was opened, and Lu Qing stood there with a provocative look. "One round?"
Ou Beichen flexed his fingers, the joints cracking audibly. "Bring it on!"
When Qin Miaomiao woke up the next day, it was already eleven in the morning. She reached out and discovered Lu Qing asleep beside her!
He would normally be up and out for a run well before eight! He’d dragged her along for runs a few times before, but she’d stubbornly resisted and talked her way out of it!
This sleeping until eleven business was typically her thing!
Then it hit her—Qin Miaomiao immediately pieced together what had transpired. Without hesitation, she threw a pillow at him:
"Lu Qing, did you freaking stay up all night gaming last night?!"
Lu Qing was startled awake by the pillow. Faced with Qin Miaomiao’s fierce scolding, he calmly rubbed his eyes. His usually handsome and sharp features now carried an endearingly lazy and casual vibe, his hair tousled like a bird’s nest, making him look even more adorable.
Qin Miaomiao let out a sarcastic laugh. "Spill it—did you or did you not play games?"
"Oh, yeah, I was PK’ing with Xiao Chen last night, then we teamed up later. Before I realized it, we accidentally clinched first place across the server."
First place across the server—big deal! What’s so worth bragging about?!
"You even got Xiao Chen involved! He’s underage, damn it! You jerk!"
Worried she’d get even angrier, Lu Qing quickly pinned her beneath him and gently reassured her:
"He’s actually the second-place player on the server. His gameplay is even more impressive than mine. With a bit more guidance, he’ll be a top-tier hacker. I’ve arranged for Little Fourth to coach him."
"A genius with an IQ of 160—his talent shouldn’t go to waste."
Qin Miaomiao stared at his face and said pensively, "So... you’ve developed a deep revolutionary bond now? Should I adopt him as my little brother then?"
Lu Qing’s expression instantly shifted. "No way!"
"Having him loitering around all the time—I’d find it annoying."
Just as she wanted to say more, the sound of the doorbell suddenly came from downstairs. Qin Miaomiao was bewildered—usually deliveries were left in the designated lockers downstairs. Security here was always tight. She opened the door to find the delivery guy holding a large gift box. When she opened it, it turned out to be a dress!
Could it be the one Lu Qing personally picked for her? But the color was tricky—it could easily look aged and was generally hard to pull off.
She seriously doubted whether she could wear the dress. In the dressing room, she tried it on. The silk fabric highlighted her curves perfectly. The strapless gown swayed gracefully with her every move.
Rather than making her look old, it accentuated her snow-white skin, elevating her appearance as truly stunning!
Lu Qing leaned against the doorway and whistled, arching a brow. "Looking good, wifey. You’ve got me all fired up—now what am I supposed to do?"