While reading on phone They moved from the bed to the floor, then to the balcony and the dressing table—every corner of the room bore the marks of their love. E-book: Eighty Since there were only the two of them at home, Zhou Muzi completely relaxed, her high-pitched cries cascading one after another, unconsciously triggering Qin Feng’s even stronger combat spirit. “Uncle, shall we go to the sofa outside? I still want to stay on the coffee table… and in the kitchen too—ah!” The little one spoke in a hurried tone, nearly turning into incoherent babble. Qin Feng, moving swiftly, replied, “Not quite ideal. Auntie and Jingjing are both experienced—they might notice something. Better to be cautious!” “But she really wants to change locations,” the little one began to pout. “It’s just too stuffy here!” “Then let’s go to my room,” said Qin, the young lord, gently lifting her. With her legs cradling his waist, she moved up and down with each step. Then from the bed to beneath it, to the windowsill and the chair—every available space was utilized. Half an hour later, Zhou Xiaoniu went into a spasm, clenching tightly around Qin Feng’s neck, and Qin Feng roared out, ending their passionate encounter. Both were drenched in sweat and collapsed together onto the bed. Since they didn’t know how long Zhou Aunt and Shu Police Officer would take to shop, they had默契ly decided to end their session early. Xiaoniu, still gasping, gently traced circles with her fingers on his chest, whispering in a sweet voice, “Brother-in-law, you’re absolutely amazing! I was so comfortable, I felt like I was going to pass out. Can we play like this every day?” Every day? Qin Shao widened his eyes, wondering what would happen if they were discovered. Xiaoniu, still not finished, added, “Then let’s have several sessions a day—since I’m still craving more. Dear brother-in-law, can we do it again?” “Again!” His eyes grew even wider. “Have Aunt Zhou and Jingjing returned yet? If they see us now, how will we explain it? "I told you I was being wooed by you, and you still insisted on forcing me!" "What?" Qin Feng gave her a sharp slap. "You're just making up a story—like Zhu Bajie turning the tables. Hurry back to your room and get dressed! Maybe they've already arrived at the lobby!" One hand pressed to her head, the young woman spoke softly, with a touch of playfulness: "It's just a joke, sir. We don't have to be married yet. We can go to the living room window—just move while we watch below. As soon as we see Auntie and the cousin come back, we'll act quickly and decisively!" That was indeed a good idea. Qin Feng cherished the sensation of their passionate encounter, and as he gazed at the graceful, receptive Zhou Xiaoniu, he found himself torn between wanting to act and wanting to delay. He decided to act. He bent down, picked her up, and walked steadily toward the living room window. Xiaoniu was delighted in his arms, and didn't forget to add: "Open the window—then we won't leave any traces inside, and we can also spray some air freshener!" Soon, the little girl was placed on the window seat, and the two of them began their second battle of the day. A while later, Zhou Shiqian and her daughter Shu Yajing stepped out of the elevator together, carrying a variety of bags and packages. As soon as they entered the room, Zhou Shiqian smiled and said to her daughter, "Si Si has grown so mature—she not only cleaned up the living room but also sprayed the air freshener. That's no easy feat!" Wearing her nightgown, Zhou Muzhi stepped out of the bedroom, her voice delicate and slightly breathless, "Grown-ups always grow, you know. Cleaning the house is so tiring. My uncle didn't even help—I'm really starting to collapse!" The little girl's face was flushed and visibly tired. The mother and daughter assumed she was truly exhausted from housework, and hadn't even considered other possibilities. "Who's talking ill about me?" Qin Feng stepped out of his room, glanced at Zhou Xiao Nu, and said, "You didn't even ask me to help—you'd think I'd be willing to!" "Little sister, let me start complaining to you," the young girl said, pointing at Qin Feng. "You see him—he clearly saw me tidying up the room, yet he doesn't come to help. What's more, he claims I didn't invite him. After all, this is your future mother-in-law's household; shouldn't he show some courtesy?" "Heh, it's still early. Go spend some time with Xiao Feng, and we'll meet up at eleven—there's no rush," Zhou Shiqian was actively creating a chance for them to be alone. The policewoman nodded, stepped forward, and embraced Qin's arm, and the two of them entered the guest room together. "Wait—did you practice Qi yesterday?" she asked as she closed the door. Qin thought about how hard his brother had worked all night, feeding them both, and how little time he had left for training. He nodded. "I was a bit tired yesterday, so I didn't practice. Just now, when you went out, only I and Zhou Xiaoniu were left. I was afraid she'd come in and disturb me, so I didn't even try." After she had him seated, she reached out and began pressing on his shoulders. "You've been so busy—let me give your bad husband a massage, and then I'll protect you while you train. You can relax and focus on your practice!" "Thanks," he murmured, closing his eyes comfortably. He thought to himself: His brother truly had it tough. Winning over your sister-in-law wasn't After enjoying fifteen minutes of massage, Qin, the young lord, began practicing qi cultivation, guiding the spiritual energy through his meridians for nine full circuits. When he opened his eyes, the earlier fatigue was completely gone—he felt refreshed and energized. Shu, the police flower, checked the time and decided it was time to head out and assist. She stood up and smiled, saying, "Bad husband, call your sisters at home and go to the kitchen to help!" "Got it," Qin replied. He had actually wanted to call Lin Caiwei already to ask her about the matter related to their body types. Lin, the beautiful woman, was mid-lecture when her phone began vibrating in her pocket. She plugged in her headphones and answered softly, "Hey, by now, Feng must be absolutely enchanted in the provincial capital!" "Not at all," Qin chuckled, saying, "Have you ever heard of a special body type that can absorb spiritual energy like a magical artifact? The body doesn't face any danger from the energy entering it, nor does it transform into a cultivator." "Lin Beibei furrowed her brows: 'The person you're referring to—is she a girl?' Qin, the young gentleman, blushed slightly: 'Yes, she's Jingjing's cousin. Her constitution is truly unusual. Weiwei, since you've already deduced she's a girl, you must be aware of the details, correct?' Lin Beibei said firmly: 'If I'm not mistaken, the girl you're talking about is said to possess the legendary "pure yin" constitution. You should ask her exact birth time—preferably according to the lunar calendar—and be as precise as possible, down to the hour and minute, the more precise the better.'"