?Mobile reading Mei Hui and Fang Fang were busy in the kitchen, while Lin Caivi was left in the living room by Qin Feng—on the surface, he was discussing the content of the secret manual with her, in reality, he just wanted to eat tofu. The distance between the two had shrunk from an initial thirty centimeters to now negative ten centimeters. For indeed, Lin, the beautiful lady, had been carried onto his thigh, and her hands had slipped into her clothes, gliding smoothly over the silky, supple skin. "Ugh, both sisters are here! You can't just be a bit more serious!" Lin grasped the hand that had been causing her trouble—the one that was now nearly reaching its peak—only to have all her efforts go to waste. Qin, the young nobleman, chuckled, "After all, we're both close friends. If I'm too dramatic, it might actually be awkward. Rest assured, they won't laugh at you!" "Why are you so certain?" the beauty asked, puzzled. He leaned in, pressing his mouth right against her delicate ear and said, "We've shared beds together so many times now; they've definitely gotten used to it, and certainly won't mock you!" "You're absolutely dead to the world," she replied. "Heh, men aren't bad, women just don't love them. To strengthen the bonds among our family, I propose we all share one big blanket tonight—how does that sound?" He gave her a mischievous smile. "Don't even dream of it—I'll give you a beating," insisted Lin, firm in her stance. Qin, the young man, couldn't push her further, knowing that it was already a great achievement for her to be comfortable sharing a man with others. The meal was delightful, and the four of them enjoyed it thoroughly. They then began practicing together until 10:30 p.m., when Lin finally suggested they leave. The responsibility of taking care of the flowers naturally fell to Qin. He drove straight into the apartment complex's lobby—normally, vehicles aren't allowed to enter during the day. Taking advantage of the night and the elderly building manager's attention, he smoothly maneuvered his car in with a single burst of acceleration. If this had happened to someone else, they'd certainly have tried to keep it quiet—yet he was anything but composed. He not only pressed the accelerator hard but also honked the horn twice. "You're doing it on purpose, aren't you?" Lin Nümei pouted, her lips lifted high. Qin Dashi blinked, looking completely innocent. "What on earth are you talking about? I don't understand what you mean!" "Acting, and still acting!" Lin Nümei huffed. "Don't you just want everyone to know that I, Lin Caivéi, got off your car, Qin Feng? That way, your scheme will succeed and you won't have to keep chasing me anymore, right?" "Ah, well, if you've seen through it, just don't let me know!" He began to chuckle nervously, feeling uncomfortable being exposed for his true intentions. Lin Nümei's pout grew even higher. "I've always known you weren't sincere. You should have had Huihui sister drive me. Next time, I'll absolutely not bother you, Qin Dashi!" "Come on, that's way too formal for such a simple thing "Qin Feng smiled, a little shyly: 'Actually, I'd like you to do one more thing—after we get off the car, let's give each other a kiss goodbye. That way, everyone will truly believe it... Why are you glaring at me, Wei-Wei?' Lin, the beautiful woman, not only glared at him but also raised her small fist. 'I really think it's necessary,' he said with great conviction. 'Why complicate things? We're both from the world of the gentry and the scholars—being straightforward is better, isn't it? Hehe!' 'Alright, I agree,' Lin said, her eyes sparkling with a touch of grace. Unfortunately, Qin didn't see it. If he had been sitting outside the car, he would have leaped three feet high. Even as soon as he honked the horn, several girls had already leaned out of the window, watching. It's always the Chinese custom to watch and observe—no matter how young or busy they are. 'Look! The one getting off the car is Lin Caiwei!' 'She was already picked up by Qin Feng earlier and even accepted his rose. How come she's coming back now, without going to check into a "She's a mountain-of-ice kind of girl—how could she possibly be so easy to get along with and end up sharing a room with someone? If Mr. Qin is willing, I'd be happy to step in as a substitute. I'll even cover the room charge—what more could one ask?" "Stop dreaming, then. With your face, how could Mr. Qin even consider sharing a room with you!" All sorts of murmurs and comments—after all, this is a girls' dormitory, and everyone here has a certain air of confidence. Our Mr. Qin, on the other hand, is clearly struggling to adjust. These days, female "mavericks" are everywhere—so numerous that they're actually taking over the traditional male "mavericks'” roles. Yet he still keeps bustling over to Lin, opening his arms and embracing her warmly. Whoa—gasps from the female "mavericks" rise and fall continuously, and someone even blows the "maverick" whistle. You really are the female "mavericks"—you're not being mistaken at all. The two of them gaze at each other with deep affection. Gradually, Mr. Qin lowers his mouth Four lips pressed together, a round of applause erupted, the rogue's whistle grew louder, and the phone flashlights shone brightly. Qin, the young man, felt a quiet sense of relief—finally, no more that desperate pursuit of the beautiful woman. From now on, he could officially be with her… Wait, yet something in his gut felt ominous. Thud… His body flew backward, still in the embrace and kiss position. This girl really hit hard—her kick was solid. Fortunately, he had a thick skin and strong resilience; otherwise, anyone else would’ve been knocked out. Though he tried hard to steady himself, he landed in the classic "Flat Sand-Geese" position, buttocks first. Fortunately, the flower bed was covered with dry leaves, so it wasn’t painful—well, actually, it hurt like hell. "Ah!" The female rogues stopped whistling. They were all stunned by what they saw. After all, hadn’t Qin, the handsome young man, already won the heart of the ice-cold beauty? Then why was he being hit like this? Could it be that this is the legendary feeling of pain and joy? Not quite. In the past, those who dared to make a move on the Lin beauty weren't just given a single kick—they faced much more. Now, Lin beauty raises her eyebrows, speaks with a lofty tone, and says, "Is my tofu really that delicious? See how many times you dare to come back, hmm!" With that, she lifts one long leg gracefully and walks into the dormitory building. Qin, the young lord, can only shake his head in苦笑. He finally realizes the unusual expression she gave when she agreed to his proposal—clearly, it was a trap. Now, his face has truly been humbled before the ladies. He brushes himself off and stands up, lucky enough to be the first one to rise after being beaten by Lin beauty and manage to stand on his own. "Wenwen, you're not at all well-behaved! You've managed to pull such a joke on me. Watch out—I'll make sure to give you a good spanking tomorrow!" "He shouted loudly, intending to call out several more times, but was sent scrambling with fear by an elderly voice: 'Where did that young man come from, daring to make noise in my apartment complex? Does he not want to live!' My goodness, that voice—without realizing it, it brought him back to the memory of Master Liang, the one who had extinguished the dynasty. Hum hum... The pasture rider's engine roared powerfully, and the car vanished in a flash. Soon, a plump lady holding a large broom appeared, arms crossed, pointing steadily at the retreating vehicle: 'You've managed to run well this time. But next time you dare come, I'll make sure to administer all ten of the Qing Dynasty's most severe punishments to you!'”