"Yinuo, can we chat?"
After they had eaten their fill, Qin Fan walked up to Jiang Yino with a smile the mont they stepped out of the canteen.
"About what?" Jiang Yino paused, slightly startled, before responding. Thinking back to Qin Fan's earlier question, 'Do you believe that she is you?', she suddenly grew flustered. Honestly, she wasn't ready to accept such a claim. Sure, she admitted to having a certain fondness for Qin Fan; after all, it would be self-deception to say she felt nothing for a pro like him. However, that initial fondness had been scattered by the incident with Xu Jiayi. It only blood anew after she heard the story of the boy and girl, growing even more intense. Yet, no matter how intense her feelings beca, her sense of reason kept her exceptionally reserved.
"Let's just take a walk. Consider it a post-al stroll," Qin Fan said, his form-fitting camouflage uniform looking sharp. He smiled and began to walk at a leisurely pace.
He knew Yinuo would follow.
And sure enough, after a brief hesitation, Jiang Yino dragged her exhausted body after him.
They entered a small grove, where Qin Fan stopped and sat down on a stone stool. The cool, rustling breeze was quite pleasant and soothing. Amidst this gentle breeze, however, Jiang Yino couldn't stop yawning.
"Pro, what did you want to talk about? I'm so tired and sleepy. Can we make it quick so this humble girl can go back for a nap?" Jiang Yino asked playfully, looking at Qin Fan's refined features.
"Sit. Sit down first," Qin Fan said, patting the other end of the stone stool and licking his lips.
"Isn't that a bit improper?" Jiang Yino asked, furrowing her delicate brows.
Qin Fan t her gaze but didn't speak. He simply closed his eyes, gave a firm nod, and then opened them again. In a mont of silent communication more powerful than words, Jiang Yino glanced around the deserted grove, bit her lip, and sat down, making sure to keep so distance between them.
"Hold out your hand," Qin Fan said with a smile once she was seated.
"What are you trying to do?" she asked warily, her brow creased.
"I've studied a bit of traditional Chinese dicine, so I'm familiar with the body's acupoints. Let press so on your hand to relieve your fatigue," Qin Fan bluffed with a straight face.
Traditional Chinese dicine? Acupoints? He didn't know the first thing about them!
"Acupoints on the hand can relieve the whole body's fatigue? Pro, should I take that to an you're talking nonsense, or that you're trying to take advantage of ?" Jiang Yino asked, shaking her head with a cunning glint in her eyes.
"I'm just going to press a few points on your hand. How could that be considered taking advantage? I wouldn't dare handle delicate porcelain like you without my Vajra drill. Besides, after establishing such a good image in your mind, would I really risk ruining it for such a small thing?" Qin Fan replied with a light, noncommittal laugh.
It had to be said, the sheer charm of his smile tugged at her heartstrings once again. Listening to Qin Fan's reasonable words, she found she had no rebuttal.
All she could do was chuckle. "Alright then. I certainly hope you're not just a smooth-talker, or your reputation is sure to collapse! Go on then, Master Qin. Here you go."
Taking the hand Jiang Yino offered, Qin Fan imdiately began to circulate the True Qi in his Dantian, surging it to his fingertips in an instant. He casually selected a spot on her palm. As he pressed down with his fingers, a stream of pure True Qi was infused into her.
A soft gasp escaped her lips.
The mont the Mixed Elent True Qi poured in, an unprecedented wave of comfort swept over Jiang Yino. She involuntarily closed her eyes and let out a delicate moan.
But that very sound unleashed a flood of mories in Qin Fan. His mind was instantly filled with countless scenes from his past life with Jiang Yino. A kaleidoscope of intertwined feelings—obsessive love, longing, and desire—played out in his mind, bringing a rare, blissful smile to his face.
"Pro, what are you smiling about?" Jiang Yino's voice broke through his reverie as she opened her eyes a mont later.
"Ah, just reminiscing about the past," Qin Fan said, releasing her hand. "How do you feel now?"
"Pro, it seems you really have studied this! After you pressed my hand, all my fatigue vanished! Even my drowsiness is gone. Tell , which acupoint was that? Where is it, and how much pressure did you use? I want to try it myself later!" Jiang Yino exclaid, her sparkling phoenix eyes wide with disbelief as she described how she felt.
This… not even professional masseuses could achieve this kind of effect! Could Qin Fan sweep away all her exhaustion with just a casual press? It was unbelievable! Did acupoints really hold such miraculous power?
"That's a secret technique; it cannot be taught. Besides, you wouldn't be able to learn it even if I did teach you. Those who possess this skill are few and far between, haha! In any case, it's no trouble for to do it for you, right?" Qin Fan bluffed cheerfully.
"Stingy! If you don't want to teach , then don't!" Jiang Yino chided him with a playful pout. She knew that whether it was a secret technique or not, an unheard-of, magical acupressure massage wasn't sothing an ordinary person could learn. Seeing Qin Fan's nonchalant attitude, she was smart enough to drop the subject.
Changing topics, she asked, "By the way, you said you were thinking about the past, and you had such a blissful smile. Were you rembering your first love?"
"I was thinking about the girl from my dreams," Qin Fan said, his gaze fixed on the distance, his voice filled with emotion. "Every drop, every fragnt, every scene pieces together to form a life—a life I'm willing to risk everything to pursue."
"Pro, you're becoming obsessed! Dreams are usually not real. Surely you know that basic fact?" Jiang Yino's tone beca a little unnatural as he once again ntioned the girl from his dreams.
"Obsessed? No, I'm perfectly lucid and rational. As for dreams… let's not talk about it. I'm afraid I'd scare you if I told you everything, haha!" Qin Fan laughed heartily, knowing he had to take things one step at a ti.
"That's more like it. Let's not talk about dreams. It would be one thing if I could just convince myself you were talking nonsense, but I'm afraid I might beco obsessed right along with you! If you started saying that your dreams guided you to save when we first t or told you what food I liked… that would truly give the creeps!" Jiang Yino laughed playfully.
Before Qin Fan could respond, she spotted her dormmates, Du Ruanqing and Ou Mingsi, walking toward them in the distance, laughing and talking. A flash of panic crossed her face. "Alright, Pro, let's stop here for today! Thanks for the master-level massage! I have to go!"
With that, she quickly stood up and walked away at a brisk pace.
Qin Fan's gaze followed the direction she had been looking. A second later, a wry laugh escaped him.
Yinuo… is she afraid of being misunderstood?
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