Just as An Hao was enjoying his vigorous thrusts, Qin Jian suddenly lifted her up and changed their position.
He sat on the bed, supporting An Hao’s delicate waist, facing her directly.
An Hao’s face was so red it seemed to bleed, every one of his movements she saw clearly, the desire rolling in his eyes, the emotion at the tips of his brows, all made An Hao feel shy yet addicted.
His extraordinary vigor showed no signs of ceasing, and An Hao felt her consciousness had long since dissipated, arms limply clinging to his solid, broad shoulders, her head thrown back as she gasped without end.
Time passed, and suddenly, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning, every muscle in her body tightened abruptly, even her toes curled up.
The tide flowed out from within her, her soul soared to the heavens.
For a long while, for a very long while, the afterglow lingered.
By the time she collected herself, she saw Qin Jian squinting at her, seemingly very much enjoying her current expression.
An Hao’s face blushed even more furiously.
In the past, they had not infrequently done this, usually with the lights out, comforting each other in the dark, but never once such a bold and unrestrained affair.
Indeed, Staff Officer Qin’s skin had grown thicker and thicker.
"I think, I finally understand what that little fox spirit Feng Chunhua is always talking about." Qin Jian said with a smile.
"Go to hell." An Hao glared at him, "Don’t allow this ever again..."
"Why?" Qin Jian asked.
"I almost died just now." An Hao’s voice was as thin as a mosquito.
Qin Jian bit her earlobe and whispered softly, "I like to see you looking like you’re about to die. It’s enchanting, soul-stirring..."
He too had been deeply intoxicated just now, a sensation beyond description in words.
An Hao collapsed onto the quilt, as if all her strength had been sapped.
"Let’s go. Time to take a bath," Qin Jian said, decisively picking up An Hao and getting off the bed.
After that delightful night, the next day An Hao’s brows carried a moisturized charm.
Although she was very tired the night before, her spirits were nevertheless full.
After the two of them had freshened up, they went downstairs, just in time for breakfast.
Different from usual, today Zhang Yun didn’t seem very happy; there was none of the joy of the previous day.
An Hao, puzzled, glanced at Qin Jian and secretly tugged at him under the table, signaling with her eyes.
Seeing his mother apparently upset, Qin Jian frowned slightly and asked, "Mom, what’s wrong? Who upset you this early in the morning?"
Ning Yibin waved his hand and said, "It’s nothing. Don’t mind her. She’ll be fine in a bit."
An Hao felt something was amiss, knowing her mother-in-law’s temperament was usually very good.
She definitely wouldn’t just give someone a long face early in the morning for no reason; there must be something bothering her.
"Mom, if there’s something upsetting you, just say it. If it’s our fault, we’ll amend it. If it’s something else, we will help you through it."
Seeing her daughter-in-law so understanding, if Zhang Yun didn’t speak up, she would seem unreasonable herself, "It’s nothing, I’m just worried about some Qin Family matters."
"What happened with the Qin Family?" Indeed, upon hearing about the Qin Family, Qin Jian put down his chopsticks, full of concern.
It was precisely because she didn’t like her son’s reaction that Zhang Yun didn’t want to bring it up.
"Let it go. Just talk," Ning Yibin pulled at her sleeve, "Some things are just fate’s doing. What’s passed has passed; you can’t make your son fret over the future."
After hearing Ning Yibin say this, Zhang Yun returned to her room, brought back a bag of items and a letter, and placed them on the table: "Early this morning, I found them left outside our door when I opened it."
Qin Jian opened the bag and saw it was filled with red eggs. Then he opened the letter and instantly understood.