If comparing Jingjing’s dreamscape to reality, chastity is like a red river. At this mont, Jia Xiufang’s psychological activities must be as follows:
Once you cross the river, you turn red. So, is there any difference if you cross multiple tis?
This ntality is known as the broken window theory in psychology. To put it bluntly, there’s no difference between being stabbed once or many tis. A window absolutely must not break, for once it does, it’s a whole new world.
Chen Zilong resignedly made the bed. Yu Minglang looked at the filthy little bed and his future brother-in-law, not in the least bit sleepy.
Rolling his eyes, he dragged Qian over after a few seconds.
"Da Long, would you like to know how your sister, when facing vicious criminals, professionally takes them down?" Tease future brother-in-law 1.
"I do, I do!" The naive deer took the bait, nodding excitedly with a goofy grin.
Qian rolled her eyes, helplessly looking at Yu Minglang.
Dear, my profession really isn’t used like this!
Yu Minglang nudged Qian, "Co on, Qianbao, help your brother with a relaxation exercise for hypnosis." Tease future brother-in-law 2.
"...For soone who falls asleep as soon as their head hits the pillow, with nothing but a jumble of nerves in their brain, insomnia is not an issue. Why would he need hypnosis?"
"Sis, just try it on , I’m really curious." The naive deer offered himself up, eagerly wanting to experience hypnosis.
Yu Minglang grabbed a chair to watch from the side. Da Long lay flat, holding his hands in front of his chest like a dead man’s pose, only for Qian to slap them down to his sides.
"Follow my voice: lie flat, relax, adjust your breathing—" Qian didn’t even finish guiding before Chen Zilong was snoring away.
Yu Minglang patted his face; the kid was unresponsive.
Qian shrugged, "I told you simple-minded people don’t need hypnosis; they fall asleep on their own."
Only those who are frail, elderly, have unhealthy organs, or suffer from work and academic pressures experience insomnia. Chen Zilong, who celebrates getting second-to-last place for academic progress, is carefree and without worries; it’s no wonder he doesn’t suffer from insomnia.
Seeing Chen Zilong asleep, Yu Minglang wrapped his arm around Qian and sneaked back to her room. Qian paused at Jia Xiufang’s door, listening to faint snores inside.
Yu Minglang, successful in his plot, was ecstatically smug.
Who would want to sleep next to the raucous future brother-in-law when fragrant Qianbao is right in front of them? Not cuddling her would be a waste!
Qian had a single bed, fine for a young girl to sleep in, but Yu Minglang’s tall fra was too big to fit. Yet, these challenges couldn’t thwart Minglang’s determination. Overcoming every obstacle, he claid a place on the small bed. Qian watched as his tall figure curled up on her bed, looking displeased.
"Where should I sleep?"
The shaless man’s imdiate answer was to point at his chest. Co on, girl, here’s a human pillow with great texture, and it even cos with a free massage—hey, watch where your hand is going! Out of control again.
Qian couldn’t push him away; his thick skin was impenetrable.
Though they had shared a bed before, it had been larger. In such a cramped space, they were practically flesh to flesh.
"Don’t move around, I’m still hurt."
"You boast about your injury, get off!"
"Ah, that hurts..."
Qian knew he was faking it but was too lazy to expose him, feeling slightly mischievous herself, avoiding his injuries before nestling into his embrace.
With the room small and soundproofing poor, they had to keep their voices down.
"Qianbao, hypnotize . I can’t sleep."
"No way..." Performing this sort of thing for one’s boyfriend feels so bizarre.
Yu Minglang cleared his throat, shalessly threatening.
"If you don’t, I’ll shout for Auntie to co over. Auntie, I can’t sleep, Auntie, are you there?"
This rascal! Qian pinched him, then leaned close to his ear, attempting a quiet guide.
She knew in her heart it wouldn’t work; hypnosis had never been effective on Yu Minglang, who was among those difficult to hypnotize.
But Qian didn’t anticipate that, after just reciting the opening, Yu Minglang sat up.
"Don’t do it."
He quickly sat up, leaving Qian unsupported, her face crashing onto the pillow.
"Yu Minglang, do you want to die?!" Qian whispered through gritted teeth, furious at his increasing audacity.
Yu Minglang didn’t an to do this, but he...
"Qianbao, is this the voice you use for hypnosis on others?"
This is too intoxicating!
From a distance, it didn’t have the sa effect—how close it was, how astonishingly impactful!
"You dare question my professional skills? Although not effective on you, it works quite well elsewhere!" Qian couldn’t stand any doubts about her expertise.
Yu Minglang shook his head and smiled wryly, "It works on too..."
Except Qianbao’s lethality over others focuses above the waist, while matters below the waist for Minglang are indescribably potent.
Qian still felt indignant; one can kill , but they must not insult my professionalism! Following his gaze, Qian instantly understood.
"You!!!"
"Which is why I said it works well... Qianbao, can we not accept male patients in the future?"
This is too terrifying.
Qian was flushed red, "You think all male patients are shaless like you?"
"I’m only shaless for you..."
Qian couldn’t endure lying down anymore, wanting to find so cold pears to help him cool off, but Yu Minglang pressed her down, not letting her move.
"Don’t move, it’ll be alright soon."
Honestly, it’s not a big deal if you can’t bear it. In the eyes of elders, being engaged suggests it’s permissible to indulge in such matters, else why would Jia Xiufang let Yu Minglang stay overnight?
But in Yu Minglang’s mind, the river hadn’t ant to be crossed so easily. Whether anyone noticed was irrelevant; the river within held a ferryboat nad respect.
Endurance was tough but waiting till the last mont could yield multiplied happiness.
Not many endure, but those who do are typically more successful.
"Xiaoqiang, I suddenly thought of sothing."
"Hmm?" Minglang was still battling his impulses, sweating as his body heated, reluctant to release her.
"An old European saying goes, ’A person is half angel, half beast.’ In life’s long journey, we’re always fighting our inner beast. You’re clearly soone who can subdue the beast, whereas today’s ’phoenix man’ clearly couldn’t."
She felt her complint was earnest, but Yu Minglang didn’t see it that way.
"Comparing to him, daring so... hurry up and sleep, or I’ll implent justice on the spot!"
"..." Qian thought if it weren’t for his high alertness upon being touched, she’d give him a full body hair removal in revenge!
In his arms, she always slept soundly, and when Qian awoke the next morning, she heard Jia Xiufang effusively praising Yu Minglang.
"Wow, Minglang tidied up Da Long’s pigsty really well."
At so unknown point, he awoke, working on ticulously cleaning up Chen Zilong’s room, looking like the quintessential good son-in-law.
In Qian’s heart, there was just one big "Haha."
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