"It won’t happen. You’re so good, someone will definitely marry you." Qin Fen hardly dared to look into her eyes.
Song Yueqin put on her shoes and stood in front of Qin Fen, "What about you? Do you want to marry me...?"
Qin Fen really hadn’t thought about this question.
Especially today, when both his father and mother made their stance clear, it made Qin Fen somewhat sad.
His feelings for Song Yueqin were somewhat delicate; he couldn’t quite clarify whether it was affection, or if it was gratitude he had always felt because she hadn’t exposed him when he stole something in his youth.
Seeing Qin Fen hesitate, the light in Song Yuqin’s eyes gradually dimmed, "I knew it. You came to see me out of nothing more than a moral sympathy."
"No... that’s not it."
"Then do you like me?" Song Yueqin looked straight into Qin Fen’s eyes, her teeth gently biting her lower lip, "Tell me, do you like me?"
Their relationship, in Qin Fen’s view, could at most be described as ambiguous. She had never asked him this question, and he had never thought about their relationship in this way.
Today, when Song Yueqin suddenly asked, it left Qin Fen somewhat panicked.
"Tell me... if you don’t like me, then leave... Don’t let me live with delusions..." Song Yueqin’s voice was low, filled with a tone of sadness.
"I... I don’t dislike you."
"So that means you like me?" Song Yueqin’s eyes suddenly brightened, she looked at Qin Fen, her hands slowly starting to unbutton her clothes.
Watching Song Yueqin’s hands, Qin Fen’s breathing suddenly became tense.
"Yueqin... what are you doing?"
Song Yueqin ignored him, unfastened the last button on her blouse and tossed it away, and then she began to undo her bra.
When the white bra came loose, a heavy expanse of white flesh sprang free, swaying gently before Qin Fen’s eyes, instantly captivating his entire gaze.
Hormones surged in an instant, and Qin Fen felt his throat tighten and his breathing quicken.
Song Yueqin grabbed his hand and, staring into his eyes, said, "I’m right before you, take me, and I’ll be yours..."
Qin Fen, in the prime of his youth, faced with such a provocative scene, was struggling to control himself.
His pants had already pitched a tent, and the tight feeling was both exhilarating and uncomfortable.
Qin Fen took several deep breaths and turned around to leave.
Song Yueqin, seeing him about to slip away, was so angry that her face changed color, pointing at his retreating back and cursing loudly, "Qin Fen, you’re not a man!"
Qin Fen abruptly stopped in his tracks, "Who are you saying isn’t a man?"
"You! If you were a man, how could you remain indifferent after seeing me ? Unless you’re impotent..."
Song Yueqin hadn’t finished her sentence when Qin Fen rushed at her like a crazed beast, pressing her down hard on the bed.
Accompanied by a painful scream, Qin Fen felt like he had entered a warm heaven.
As the two of them rolled enthusiastically on the bed, Zhang Juyun was woken up by Song Yueqin’s cries. She came over with a thermal flask to add water for Song Yueqin, and upon seeing the scene, she screamed out loud.
Qin Fen got a huge shock, quickly letting her go and grabbing the blanket from the bed to cover up. He looked terrified as he turned his gaze toward Song Yueqin, "Why didn’t you tell me someone was at home?"