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Lan Yue frowned. She suddenly raised her guard, causing her to grip the straps of her handbag tightly. "No need, I can take a taxi."

She thought that Qi Yanjun would be angry because of her rejection, but who knew that he would only put his elbow on the car door, and with one hand on his cheek, he turned his head to look at her cautious face. Unknowingly, his expression darkened, and with an unknown smile, he ridiculed, "I'm a good husband, to bring my wife home from work, what's wrong with that?"

He had stepped her face into the mud, and now he was holding the pose of a good husband for twenty-four years. What on earth was he trying to do?

"..."

Seemingly pleased by her look of disbelief, Qi Yanjun smiled, but the temperature in his eyes was quickly decreasing. Suddenly, he changed the topic, "You're thinking too much, you're not even worthy."

As if she did not know how much damage this would cause to Lan Yue, her face paled as the fingers that were gripping the corner of her skirt faintly trembled. However, she did not refute him and could only endure as she tightly clenched her teeth, until she tasted a trace of the bloody taste.

Her heart was deathly still, and there was only one thought left in her mind — Whenever he and Xu Miao Rong succeeded in cultivating together, she would be free from it.

A lazy smile hung from the corner of Qi Yanjun's mouth. His black eyes that were not looking straight ahead turned serene and cold, as a storm raged faintly within.

"Don't move, or I'll carry you inside."

"..."

Lan Yue's struggling thoughts were immediately extinguished, her body was stiff, her strong arms wrapped around her waist, she was almost forcefully dragged inside.

Old Master Qi, who was playing chess with him, heard the commotion and raised his head to look at the two of them.

"Grandfather, I took good care of your grandson's wife, right? Are you satisfied? "

When Qi Yanjun said these words of ridicule, the old man immediately glared at him.

"If you're not satisfied —"

Qi Yanjun dragged her words as he glanced sideways at Lan Yue, causing her, who had been silently acting as the background, to jump in shock, a bad premonition sweeping across her mind.

As expected, in the next moment, she felt something tighten around her waist, and she fell into his embrace uncontrollably.

Qi Yanjun lifted her chin, and without any warning, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.

It was only when she began to feel suffocated that the kiss ended.

Qi Yanjun looked at her beautiful, peach-like little face, and when he met her hazy beautiful eyes, the color in his eyes deepened. His voice was as gentle as spring water, and it contained a trace of teasing.

"You asked me how much I love her. The strength of the night represents my heart."

The embarrassment and anger in Lan Yue's heart was replaced with speechlessness and the light in his eyes gradually became clear. Just as she was about to push him away, when his eyes came in contact with that pair of gentle eyes that contained a hint of emotion, her mind unwittingly went into a trance.

As soon as the thought surfaced, she was stunned for a second and then found herself laughable.

He had only made a play, and she had such an incredible illusion.

The scene of her laughing while shaking her head was reflected in Qi Yanjun's dark eyes. He pursed his lips, then shrugged and said a few words to the old man who drank her tea without saying anything as she carried Lan Yue upstairs.

"Grandfather, you should be satisfied now. You're old, go wash up and sleep."

"..."

Old Master Qi took another big gulp of tea, thinking, these youngsters nowadays are really open-minded.

Qi Yanjun carried Lan Yue back to their bedroom, and just as the door closed, the man's arm was pulled out without hesitation. His long legs moved, and he didn't even take off his clothes, directly falling onto the bed.

As expected...

Lan Yue lowered her eyes, blocking the uneasiness within. When she raised her head again, she was already completely calm.

As soon as he started, he was stopped by Qi Yanjun. He did not open his eyes, and pressed a slender finger to his lips, making a soft 'hush' sound.

"Don't be noisy."

"..."

Lan Yue did not reply. From Qi Yanjun, the biggest lesson she learned was — a wise man knows his place.

Qi Yanjun yawned, stretching his two long legs, his entire body releasing a lazy aura.

"I worked too hard yesterday. I was so tired. I fell asleep."

Lan Yue frowned, her heart felt like it was being tightly wrapped up by a ball of fire, the burning sensation caused her every breath to be filled with pain.

She pursed her lips in restraint as the picture she saw last night surfaced in her mind. She couldn't hold it in any longer, "Mr. Qi is so powerful at night, aren't you afraid of kidney deficiency?"

Qi Yanjun leisurely opened his eyes, and looked at her who was standing beside the bed with interest, "Kidney Deficiency?"

In truth, Lan Yue regretted it the moment she opened her mouth. She bit her lips in frustration and turned to leave.

However, it was too late. A light force grabbed her wrist, and she felt her vision blur. Her body, which had lost its center of gravity, collapsed onto the soft bed.

Qi Yanjun pulled back his arm and wrapped it around her. The tip of his nose was only a few centimeters away from her face;

"Are you blaming me for ignoring you?" "Hmm?"

Lan Yue looked at the face of the handsome face that was just inches away from him, and forced out a smile with all her might, "I was wrong, I was worried about you."

"Oh?" Qi Yanjun raised his eyebrows, and a burst of cold flower fragrance wafted from the tip of his nose, silently scratching his heart.

His cool lips carelessly brushed across her blushing face. He suddenly smiled, which was truly beautiful. His voice was charming. "It seems like I can only try my best to prove to you that you worried for nothing."

"..."

"Ugh …"

Before he could react, his kiss caught him off guard. Lan Yue was so shocked that she used both her hands and feet to push him.

The Old Master Qi was not here. If Qi Yanjun acted recklessly, she had no confidence in escaping successfully.

She watched as her resistance was suppressed. Her clothes were in a mess as they scattered onto the ground. There was warmth floating in the air. It was an unknown factor. Lan Yue was so anxious that she was almost crying. She subconsciously protected her lower abdomen and said half pushing and half shoving, "I'm pregnant! We can't... "

Before he could even finish the word 'same room', his ice-cold palm suddenly touched something that shouldn't be touched. Startled, he wanted to let go, but was suppressed by Qi Yanjun and couldn't budge an inch, "I know …"

His voice seemed to coax her, "Be good and don't move, if you don't want me to go straight to you."

The coarse voice that entered his ears made Lan Yue so embarrassed that he wanted to die.

However, due to his threat, she could only stiffen her body and allow Qi Yanjun's large hands to grasp her tender little hands.

Qi Yanjun looked at her helpless expression, and the corner of his mouth raised in an uncontrollable smile, as he ridiculed, "Satisfied?"

Lan Yue quietly shook her aching hands, and said dryly: "What?"

"If you're still worried, I don't mind going on."

Lan Yue was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she hurriedly jumped up, and almost bumped into Qi Yanjun's chin.

Leaning against the wall, she wrapped the bedsheet around her naked body and urgently shouted, "Don't worry, your body is healthy, full of energy, lively and lively —"

"..."

Lan Yue was speechless. She wanted to slap herself in the face.

Qi Yanjun looked at her with a smile that was not a smile, did not bother with this question anymore, and laid down, yawning non-stop.

"Go to sleep."

Lan Yue did not dare let the lamb into the tiger's mouth, and slowly got off the bed, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Qi Yanjun waved his hands, Lan Yue immediately rushed to the bathroom and washed his body, then took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

When she came out again, Qi Yanjun was already asleep. After hesitating for a while, she slowly crawled onto the bed and carefully laid on the other side of the bed.

She endured for a bit, but in the end, she was unable to control her emotions, supporting her head with one hand, she looked at Qi Yanjun who was in deep sleep.

Ever since she was young, she knew that this man was born good-looking. His usual devilish laziness was absent from his sleeping self. His handsome brows relaxed, carrying a bit of calmness.

She subconsciously raised her hand, but stopped abruptly a second before her fingertips touched his face.

After a while, a sigh suddenly sounded. It was extremely light and shallow.

Lan Yue suppressed the unease in her heart, raised her hand and extinguished the lamp, moving further away from Qi Yanjun. She placed her hands on her abdomen and slowly closed her eyes, she who had been busy the entire day, quickly fell asleep and did not see Qi Yanjun, who was originally fast asleep, open his eyes in the darkness.

The moonlight outside the window spilled all over the room, as if adding a hazy dreamy feeling to the bedroom.

Qi Yanjun turned his head to look at Lan Yue for a while, then extended his arm and slowly pulled her into his embrace.

His white jade-like hand brushed against the hair covering her forehead, and a variety of complex colors flashed through his cold and peachy eyes. In the end, they turned into a light touch of gentleness.

"Lan Yue!"

His slightly cold fingertip drew the outline of her facial features. His tone was indescribably complicated, yet also indescribably gentle.