Pampered By All In Different Planes

Chapter 126: Chapter 126: After Raising a Child and Getting Rich in the Past, the Delicate Beauty is Doted On 46 Times

“For me, every day I spend with you seems to fly by so quickly, I wish I could be with you every single day,” Qin Lianqi said while pulling his chair closer to her, and then pinched Su Zhiruan’s fair little cheek, “We’ve been together three months, and there will be three years, thirty years, a hundred years. I don’t know what the future holds, but right now, I feel life is really short. I even start to begrudge the days we spend together.”

“I never expected Teacher Qin to say something like that,” Su Zhiruan blinked and hooked her fingers around Qin Lianqi’s, “There’s a long road ahead in the future, let’s focus on the path beneath our feet first.”

Qin Lianqi embraced her, “Alright.”

Just as the two were enjoying their tender moments.

Accompanied by a “snap” sound.

The power suddenly went out!

“Did the power go out?” Su Zhiruan stood up and roughly located the position of the circuit breaker in the dark, “Was it a trip?”

“I’ll find a flashlight.”

Qin Lianqi took a flashlight from the drawer, shone it on the circuit breaker, and found that it hadn’t tripped.

“It might be a regional power cut. It should be fine by tomorrow,” Qin Lianqi turned off the flashlight, then took Su Zhiruan’s hand.

“Since it’s like this, let’s go to bed early,” Qin Lianqi stroked Su Zhiruan’s hair, “Ruanruan, go to sleep, I’ll clean up the table.”

“I’ll do it with you!” Su Zhiruan returned to the dining table, gathered the empty bowls and plates together, and then carried them back to the kitchen.

She originally wanted to wash the dishes, but Qin Lianqi stopped her, just asking her to put the seasonings back in their place before he quickly washed the dishes, shook off the water, and put them back in the cabinet.

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“Wash your hands and freshen up, let’s go to bed early today,” Qin Lianqi instructed her, “I’ll find you a new quilt.”

Just as Qin Lianqi was about to turn around and go back to the room, he was gently embraced by the girl from behind.

“Ruanruan?”

Qin Lianqi could clearly feel the girl’s warm body and her soft curves pressing against him at that moment.

Her hands were small, soft yet with slight calluses, embracing his waist and right arm simultaneously.

“How about, Teacher Qin, you guess… what I’m thinking right now?”

She took a step forward, pressing even closer.

At this moment, the birds perched outside the window seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, as the wind began to pick up.

The moonlight shone on the window lattice, casting layers of clear light.

When people lose their sight, their other senses tend to become heightened.

Just like Qin Lianqi at that moment.

He could even distinctly feel the fragrance lingering at the girl’s nostrils as it gradually transferred to him.

Her arms were like tender silk, lightly falling upon him. Qin Lianqi placed his hand over her wrist.

Su Zhiruan was very thin, although she had gained some weight since she first came into this world, her wrist was still insubstantial, with smooth, slender lines.

She was beautiful, but she seemed indifferent to gold and silver jewelry, and up until now, she hadn’t adorned herself with any gold and silver jewelry like other girls.

Qin Lianqi silently took note of the size of her wrist, planning to buy her something to wear.

“… You’re still young,” Qin Lianqi wanted to push her away, but he found himself unable to move.

Not because of her kitten-like movements that made it impossible for him to move.

But because — his own heart didn’t want to push her away.

He cherished this warmth and didn’t want to let her remove her hands.

Even though he told himself, told the girl behind him, that she was still young, that she had just started university, only he knew in his heart that he longed to take a step further.

He wanted to do things that appeared in dreams, to get closer to her, and gradually, bit by bit, feel her breath, feel her temperature.

To listen to her voice, to hear her breathing.

If the future were filled with days like this, he would feel that he had lived a fulfilled life.

“I’ve been of age for a while now,” she said. “Qin Lianqi himself wished me a happy eighteenth birthday, and, this,” she pinched her necklace, let go of Qin Lianqi, and walked in front of him.

Afterward, Su Zhiruan took his hand and placed it on the necklace at her slender neck.

It was almost in an instant that Qin Lianqi felt the warm, delicate skin of her collarbone.

With her hand over the back of his, and his palm touching her collarbone, even a gentleman like Qin Lianqi couldn’t withstand this kind of stimulation under these circumstances.

Suddenly, Su Zhiruan heard the breathing in the air grow heavier. She continued her assault, leaning in closer, her voice soft as a breeze caressing a cheek, her eyes squinting and smiling softly in the darkness, “Teacher Qin…”

“Ruanruan, you’re asking for it…”

In a flash, his hand with the distinct knuckles turned and grasped the back of her head, leading her forward in long strides.

As he pinned the girl against the wall, he leaned down, getting closer to her cheek.

If there had been a beam of light, one could see the blush on the girl’s cheeks.

Drawing close, pressing tight, then releasing.

Grinding, tumbling, roaming.

Dizzy and dazed, Su Zhiruan looked at the clothes in his hand with a hazy gaze, “Qin… Teacher Qin… let’s discuss something…”

“Hmm?” The man’s voice was languid, seemingly coming from his nostrils.

He didn’t stop his actions; the pile of clothes over his arm grew.

“In… in the kitchen, it might not be so good…” she maintained her last bit of sanity and weakly made this suggestion.

Qin Lianqi stopped his movements, pondered seriously for a moment, and then nodded, “Indeed.”

Su Zhiruan chuckled sheepishly, wanting to escape, “Right, right, maybe next time—”

Before she could finish her sentence, she was swept off her feet and carried away.

“Ah—”

“It was Ruanruan who fanned the flames first, so naturally, I cannot decline.” He smiled faintly.

“But you’re right; the kitchen is cold and uncomfortable. At least, we need a bed so you can rest properly afterward.” He laughed, like a crafty fox.

Three seconds later, Su Zhiruan found herself in the bedroom.

She was laid on the bed, looking up at Qin Lianqi with wide eyes, “Teacher Qin…”

“Call me husband,” the man said, looking down at her from above.

Su Zhiruan tugged on the bedsheets, which were imbued with his familiar sandalwood scent.

This was Qin Lianqi’s room, and at that moment, she was wearing only a thin garment on his bed.

“Husband, what about next time?”

Even in the darkness, she could see the wolfish gleam in his eyes.

She had indeed felt the desire to take this step today, but now, seeing Qin Lianqi’s expression, she knew he wouldn’t let her off easily tonight.

“Too late,” he said, bending his long legs and half-kneeling at the edge of the bed, then pulling her close and drawing her back into his arms.

As she watched her clothes slowly fall, Su Zhiruan felt like a frog at the bottom of a well—able to see nothing but the dark ceiling above her.

But she lacked none of the sensations that should be there.

Unable to see specifics, she shivered, even sensing his direction.

She pulled the blanket over herself, covering half of her face.

Qin Lianqi reached down, barely touching, and chuckled as he leaned in close, “It seems like Ruanruan is also looking forward to what’s coming up!”

Su Zhiruan shook her head.

But it was too late—