Qin Xian'er risked her life several times to save others, displaying profound affection. Even a stone would be moved by her, let alone Lin Wanrong, a person of such charm. It's akin to finding a treasure, igniting a flame.
Lin Wanrong's large hand gently explored her back, feeling the delicate and smooth texture of her skin even through the fabric. Unsure of her skincare routine, her skin was as tender as water. While Lin Wanrong marveled at her, his hands skillfully undid a row of clasps on her clothes, slipping inside.
Qin Xian'er shivered, her eyes like water casting a gentle glance at him. A boundless shyness spread across her face, her small mouth slightly open, exhaling a fragrance that wafted into Lin Wanrong's nostrils, tickling his senses.
Lin Wanrong slowly caressed Xian'er's back, feeling the silky smoothness akin to satin. Her skin, crystal clear like jade, was delicate and smooth, flawless. A gentle touch felt like running fingers over the smoothest and softest silk, an utterly refreshing sensation.
Incredibly fortunate, Lin Wanrong thought. Not only does Xian'er possess unparalleled beauty, but her delicate skin is also unmatched. She could easily rival Qing Xuan. Truly, Xian'er is a precious gem. Succumbing to her temptation makes perfect sense. Lin Wanrong eagerly swallowed, his hand sliding down from her back to her incredibly tender waist.
Upon touching her waist, Qin Xian'er seemed to be under a spell, unable to move. She trembled slightly, her face blushing like rosy clouds. Her lips parted, releasing a delicate fragrance, akin to an unintentional whisper. The scorching breath quickly ignited her entire body.
With watery eyes and a strange pink hue on her face, Qin Xian'er gazed at Lin Wanrong. She emitted a gentle moan, sounding like a breathless sigh, her fiery breath making Lin Wanrong's heart itch.
"Sir—" Qin Xian'er's delicate moan reached his ears. Lin Wanrong, feeling an intense desire, hugged her tightly, sensing the pressure of her ample bosom against him. He felt the smoothness through his damp clothes, his hands itching to explore further. However, a glance at the distant lake revealed a massive official ship slowly approaching.
Suddenly awakening from his desire, Lin Wanrong scolded himself. What am I doing? Lost in lust, engaging in wild activities with soaked clothes? Xian'er hasn't been saved yet. Damn, my resistance to beauty has been deteriorating. I must continue to resist these urges.
At irregular intervals, this forest offers a beautiful view. When the mood strikes, bringing Xian'er here prepared for some enjoyable activities would undoubtedly be delightful. He chuckled, admiring his audacity.
Sensing the mischievous pause of Lin Wanrong's wandering hands, Qin Xian'er sneakily glanced at him. Seeing the self-satisfied smile on his face, she couldn't comprehend what mischievous thoughts were crossing his mind.
Despite her strong affection for him, Qin Xian'er couldn't ignore the situation. Even with her deep feelings, surrendering to him in the wilderness without any consideration was unacceptable.
Her face burning with fever, she thought, finally, Sir knows to show me some consideration. Unaware that Lin Wanrong was already contemplating returning to this place with her for more enjoyable activities.
"Xian'er, quickly get dressed. Don't catch a cold," Lin Wanrong said solemnly, as if the earlier act of unbuttoning her clothes was done by someone else. Dressed in wet servant clothes, he appeared formal, almost comical.
Shy and happy, Xian'er lowered her head, her face crimson. She thought, Sir's shamelessness is beyond comprehension. Despite his deeds, in a blink of an eye, he acted like nothing happened.
However, what attracted Xian'er the most was his carefree and unconventional personality. Rogue, yet warm, it felt like speaking to him meant never knowing sorrow. In contrast, those noble sons who put on a serious facade in front of her held no appeal.
Xian'er blushed, feeling shy and delighted. She thought, at least Sir knows to cherish me. Unbeknownst to her, Lin Wanrong was considering returning to this place with her for more enjoyable activities.
"Worry not, Xian'er. I'll help you," Lin Wanrong said with a face full of determination. Qin Xian'er softly agreed, lowering her head in silence. He struggled with the complicated clasps, realizing women's clothing was challenging. After much effort, he finally managed to fasten one, feeling quite embarrassed.
Watching his clumsy attempts, Qin Xian'er wanted to laugh but held it back. Her heart was filled with warmth and happiness. If there were no other women bothering him, she thought, spending a lifetime with him in simplicity and peace wouldn't be in vain.
Feeling defeated by the clasps, Lin Wanrong sighed, "Xian'er, where did you buy this outfit? The quality isn't great."
Suppressing her laughter, Qin Xian'er said, "It's from the Xiao family's ready-made clothes shop. Indeed, the quality is not the best."
Sweating, Lin Wanrong grumbled, "Let's forget what I just said." Seeing him rare surrender, Qin Xian'er couldn't help but giggle.
Lin Wanrong, however, found her lack of resistance amusing. He thought, this young lady is too uncooperative. When designing clothes, didn't she consider us men at all? Isn't she deliberately making it difficult for men worldwide? This is a serious issue. After returning, I must suggest to the young lady that women's clothing needs significant improvement. Everyone should know that not only are they understanding, but we men are also "understanding about dressing."
Finally, Qin Xian'er managed to fasten her own clasps. Blushing, she looked at him and said, "Sir, the official ship will catch up soon. We better leave early."
Lin Wanrong chuckled, "Let's go then. I must make it clear, I will never visit the base of the White Lotus Cult." Qin Xian'er giggled and started walking ahead, leading Lin Wanrong.
Through the dense forest, after half an hour of walking, the surroundings suddenly opened up. Vast fields spread out, a picturesque scene with a narrow path running through the middle. Burnt grass lined the sides of the path, leading to a tranquil and peaceful village. Fields, willows, red mulberries, the sounds of chickens and dogs, fishing and farming—smoke rose gently amid the drizzling rain, creating a serene and peaceful ambiance.
Curious, Lin Wanrong asked, "Xian'er, where is this place?"
Qin Xian'er glanced at him, smiled slightly, and said, "This is Longhong Village."
"Longhong Village?" Lin Wanrong questioned, perplexed. This place seemed unfamiliar to him.
"This is my hometown," Qin Xian'er said softly.
"Your hometown?" Lin Wanrong was greatly surprised. Based on their interactions at the Miao Yu Pavilion, given her eloquence, grace, and knowledge, he had assumed she hailed from a wealthy family. Little did he know she was a villager.
"I was born by the Yangtze River, while Xian'er was born by West Lake. It seems like a perfect match," Lin Wanrong chuckled.
Qin Xian'er nodded gently, "This is my mother's hometown. Though I wasn't born here, my mother's hometown is my home."
Her mother's hometown? Isn't that the mother-in-law? So, Xian'er brought me to meet her family?
Since arriving in this world, Lin Wanrong had met many women of all ages, but he had never visited his mother-in-law. Was Xian'er in such a hurry? Good things haven't happened yet. After finishing the house, making rice, it's best to visit the mother-in-law with confidence.
"Xian'er, is your mother at home?" Lin Wanrong asked.
"My mother passed away many years ago," Qin Xian'er's eyes glistened with tears as she spoke softly.
Lin Wanrong gently held her hand, "Don't be sad. Your mother's spirit must be blessing you from above, enabling you to encounter me."
Qin Xian'er, breaking into a smile through tears, remarked, "You, sir, certainly have thick skin."
Seeing her cry and smile, Lin Wanrong, feeling a tingling sensation, said, "How about your father, is he at home?"
Qin Xian'er's face changed, angrily declaring, "I have no father."
Her expression turned determined, eyes flickering with flames of anger. Lin Wanrong was surprised; Xian'er had always been gentle and pleasant. Why did mentioning her father make her change colors?
Seeing her biting her silver teeth with a pale face, tears rolling down her cheeks, Lin Wanrong knew there must be some difficulty in this matter. He gently touched her hand and said, "Xian'er, it's my fault. I shouldn't have asked. I apologize to you."
But Qin Xian'er quickly covered his lips, saying, "Sir, it's not your concern. It's my fault. Don't blame Xian'er." Seeing Lin Wanrong nod with a smile, Qin Xian'er continued, "Xian'er never had a father, only a mother. Longhong Village is my mother's hometown, and it's my only home. I come back to stay for a while every year. Over the years, you are the first guest to visit here."
Lin Wanrong smiled slightly, nodding, "So, you live alone in this house?"
Qin Xian'er hummed in agreement, blushing as if thinking of something.
Lin Wanrong thought to himself, "Ah, she lives alone. If I go in, wouldn't it be a situation of a man and a woman alone? Damn, heaven has eyes. It seems destined for me to fulfill unfinished business by the lake."
With a flushed face, Qin Xian'er hurriedly took a few steps and suddenly turned around. Smiling coquettishly at Lin Wanrong, she said, "Sir, come quickly!"