Pampered By All In Different Planes

Chapter 127: Chapter 127: After Raising a Child and Becoming Rich in That Era, the Delicate Beauty Was Spoiled 47 Times

Qin Lianqi leaned in close, accompanied by the nightfall and the moonlight obscured by dark clouds—everything was blocked, enveloped, concealed, devoured.

At that moment, his eyes were entirely veiled by a crimson mist. With a stretch of his hand, he could see a silhouette under the moonlight. At such a time, even the most composed man would be seduced by the scene before him, let alone Qin Lianqi who was sitting there, with his most beloved woman before him, and she had taken the initiative.

Such a beautiful scene was something he had only seen in dreams.

Su Zhiruan felt like a small cabbage, quietly being peeled open, with only the soft rustling noise in the air. The sound was faint, but it felt like she had shifted her position.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle…”

When the two were openly facing each other, Qin Lianqi drew near her, his breaths by her ear were dense and forceful. A young man’s stamina was excellent, especially for a man like Qin Lianqi who had not yet indulged in fleshly pleasures. Once he tasted such sweetness for the first time, he would savor the delight and find it hard to extricate himself, impossible to let go.

“Do you like children?” Su Zhiruan thought about their duty, deliberately clinging to Qin Lianqi’s neck and asked softly, “What if we had a child?”

“Ruanruan, if it’s a child between us, the crystallization of our love, forming a small family together, then I would take good care of the child with you, making our small family the happiest in the world,” Qin Lianqi said earnestly.

But in such circumstances, under the cover of night, one might feel a different sense of spring in the air.

Somewhat after, Qin Lianqi gently explored.

The girl immediately frowned, “Mr. Qin, it hurts a little.”

Qin Lianqi immediately slowed down his movements, which were also difficult at this time, and sweat covered both of them.

The bedsheet wrinkled.

The evening breeze skimmed through, exceptionally stirring when it touched one’s face.

The window had somehow been opened by a small crack.

Or perhaps it had been open from the start, the evening breeze blowing the curtains.

Along with the white curtains that got lifted, the sight was aesthetically pleasing and touching.

After their initial attempt, Su Zhiruan gradually adapted.

She tried to respond to Qin Lianqi, but this elicited his excitement.

The vessel was caught in a tempest, unstable, constantly heaving with the waves.

In the vast, overwhelming ocean, they gradually drowned.

The dark clouds covered the moonlight, continuing until the deepest part of the night when the drama finally ceased.

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The next day, Su Zhiruan woke up to find the curtains had somehow been drawn open.

A thin blanket covered her, it wasn’t cold; the sun reached the foot of the bed. She moved slightly, feeling a bit tired.

The day before, after an initial resistance, once they got accustomed and adapted, they gradually indulged deeply in it.

In the end, Qin Lianqi even lost control, over and over, never ceasing.

Until she grew tired and then fell asleep, and then woke again.

She discovered the man before her had not yet stopped.

Su Zhiruan covered her head, the blanket sliding off her.

She thought about yesterday—her clothes should have been on the floor, but now, there was nothing on the floor, only this blanket over her.

Thinking of this, she wrapped herself in a blanket and walked off the bed, slipping into the neatly arranged slippers at the foot of the bed.

The bedsheet was crumpled, with little bits of red roses blooming on it.

But she felt very refreshed.

She must have been washed by Qin Lianqi while being hugged yesterday.

With this in mind, she continued to look for clothes in the room, but it was Qin Lianqi’s bedroom and there were only his clothes.

Su Zhiruan opened the wardrobe and saw a whole row of neatly arranged clothes, jackets hung on hangers, ironed crisply, all men’s clothes. Qin Lianqi didn’t like flashy styles, he loved simple and solid colors.

She quickly found a jacket and wore it.

Qin Lianqi was 1.9 meters tall, with a standard broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted physique, ordinarily, even a casual outfit made him look like a walking clothes hanger.

Now, the jacket worn on Su Zhiruan was very long, covering part of her legs.

Her slender legs were snow-white and beautiful.

When Qin Lianqi came to call her for breakfast, he saw such a scene.

It was just an instant, his gaze darkened, and his voice carried a seductive tone, “Come eat something?”

Su Zhiruan obediently followed him out of the room and then asked the question she was most concerned about, “Mr. Qin, where are my clothes?”

“Your clothes, I washed them. They are hanging out to dry,” Qin Lianqi laughed and casually pointed at the windowsill where indeed a few clothes were hanging, all of which she wore last night, “Now I see why you’re wearing my clothes.”

“But you look very good in them,” he served Su Zhiruan a bowl of vegetable porridge, placed it in front of her, “Eat something to recover your strength first, try the vegetable porridge.”

After hearing him talk about recovering strength, Su Zhiruan’s cheeks reddened, his direct outburst made her a bit shy, always feeling like it would be overheard.

She scooped a spoonful of vegetable porridge. Although it was just white porridge and greens, the flavor was surprisingly delicious.

Far from being bland, it melted in the mouth; the greens were perfectly crisp, the white porridge soft and glutinous with a hint of rice aroma, drinking it was comforting and heartwarming, having such a bowl in the morning makes one feel that life itself is filled with happiness.

“The taste is really amazing, how did you make this?” Su Zhiruan drank the entire bowl down.

She now strongly suspected that if she married Qin Lianqi in the future, she might end up gaining weight.

“If you want to learn, I can teach you later.” Seeing her finish two bowls and wanting to add another, Su Zhiruan waved her hand indicating she was full.

She tugged at a button on the jacket, “Let me clean up the dishes.”

“No rush,” Qin Lianqi’s smile at that moment was like that of a fox, his lips slightly curved, his already handsome face even more strikingly attractive, “Now that you’re full, it’s my turn.”

Su Zhiruan initially thought he meant he wanted a bowl of porridge too, so she unknowingly scooped another bowl from the pot and handed it to Qin Lianqi.

“What I want to eat… is not porridge…” the man closed in, getting closer and closer.

Even if Su Zhiruan was naive, she now realized he wasn’t talking about porridge.

Then, she could only feel the world spinning as she was swept off her feet.

The snow-white hem traced a beautiful arc in the air; she kicked her legs but it was to no avail.

In the end, it was another unforgettable morning.

Until she was utterly exhausted, Su Zhiruan was relieved that there were no classes today, otherwise she wouldn’t have had any energy to attend.