The next day, when Su Jiyai finally woke up, only one thought echoed in her mind...she truly couldn’t trust Qin Feng when it ca to anything involving the bed.
That man had clearly promised he would stop at the eighth round, yet he continued without rcy.
As a result, they had collapsed into sleep at six in the morning. Six!
Su Jiyai rubbed her sore neck, gritting her teeth in silent fury. Qin Feng had no concept of restraint whatsoever.
The more she thought about it, the more indignant she beca.
’Fine,’ she decided grimly. ’Once that shaless man woke up, there would be rules. Clear, written rules.’
But the mont she turned to look at him, all her righteous anger lted away like ice under the sun.
Qin Feng was sleeping peacefully beside her, his expression serene, his long eyelashes trembling ever so slightly as if he were lost in a pleasant dream.
His lips curled upward faintly, giving him a boyish charm that completely disard her.
God only knew what he was dreaming about to make him look so content. It was rare...so rare...to see him smiling like that in his sleep.
Her irritation softened into affection.
Quietly, she reached out and traced the sharp line of his jaw with her fingers.
The warmth of his skin beneath her touch made her chest tighten.
Still not satisfied, she let her fingertip wander up to his eyelids, gently following the curve of his lashes.
Up close, he really did look like sothing sculpted by a master...flawless, elegant, and dangerously tempting.
Then a soft, hoarse voice broke the silence. "Had enough?"
Su Jiyai froze, her hand still hovering over his cheek.
Raising a brow, she asked flatly, "How long have you been awake?"
Qin Feng’s lips twitched into a lazy smile. "Since you started tracing my jaw," he murmured.
She let out a disbelieving laugh. "Then why were you pretending to sleep?"
He chuckled, the sound low and smooth.
"Maybe until you notice sothing you’ve been ignoring. You know, the thing that’s been poking your stomach for a while now."
At once, Su Jiyai’s entire face turned scarlet. She had indeed felt sothing pressing against her stomach earlier, but she’d dismissed it as a wrinkle in the blanket.
Now that he’d ntioned it, mories from last night ca rushing back, making her heart race.
"Y-you..." she stamred, pulling back and covering her face. "We need to make so rules!"
Qin Feng lazily opened his eyes, amusent glittering in them. "Rules?" he repeated, tilting his head slightly. "What do you an?"
"I an," she said firmly, though her ears were still burning, "we can’t keep going like this! Last night, we slept at six in the morning. Now it’s one in the afternoon. Our entire schedule is ruined! We need limits...clear ones."
He blinked once, pretending to consider it. "All right," he said simply.
His easy agreent caught her off guard. She had expected at least so teasing or resistance. Relieved, she nodded with determination. "Good. Then... from now on, we’ll only do it three tis."
Qin Feng smiled faintly. "Three tis?"
"Yes." She crossed her arms. "Three. No more, no less."
"Understood," he said smoothly. Then, after a brief pause, he added with a wicked grin, "In that case, I’ll just make each session last three hours."
Su Jiyai nearly choked. "Three hours? Are you insane?!"
He laughed under his breath, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Don’t worry. I’ll take small breaks in between. So technically, it’ll still be one round."
"That doesn’t count as a break!" she exclaid, glaring at him. "You’re just twisting words!"
He gave her an innocent look that fooled no one. "Then what do you propose, sweetheart?"
"I propose," she said through clenched teeth, "that we actually rest! I can’t keep up with you. Your stamina is unnatural."
Qin Feng shifted closer, his expression turning serious, or at least pretending to be.
"Then how about eight tis a day?" he suggested casually. "Every day of the week."
Her jaw dropped. "Eight...what?! No! Absolutely not!"
He leaned in, the corner of his mouth curving. "Six, then?"
"Three!" she snapped. "And that’s final. Three tis a day, not every day. Maybe every other day."
"Hmm..." Qin Feng seed to ponder for a mont, then pulled her gently against his chest.
"You know," he said softly, "now that the apocalypse is over, it might be ti to think about the future. Maybe children. We should start planning, shouldn’t we?"
Su Jiyai rolled her eyes, even as her heart betrayed her with a quick flutter.
"With how many tis you’ve..." She stopped herself, flustered. "Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m already pregnant."
Qin Feng chuckled. "If only it were that easy."
She sighed, realizing that arguing logic with him was hopeless.
"Fine," she said, sitting up. "Then let’s decide it fairly. We’ll use a random thod like tossing a coin or drawing lots."
Qin Feng’s smile deepened. "Or we could play a dice ga. Best of three. The winner decides how often."
She eyed him suspiciously. "You just want to play because you think you’ll win."
He shrugged lightly. "Or maybe I just want to make it fun."
After a brief mont of thought, Su Jiyai agreed. "Fine. But if I win, you’re following my rules."
"Deal," he said, reaching for the dice she handed him.
They dressed quickly..well, she tried to, grumbling with every movent.
Every muscle in her body ached, and she cursed Qin Feng under her breath with each step.
But before she could complain out loud, a warm wave of energy suddenly swept through her body. The soreness vanished in an instant.
She turned toward him in surprise. He was smiling sheepishly. "Healing powers," he explained. "Consider it aftercare."
Su Jiyai blinked, torn between annoyance and gratitude. "At least you’re good at that," she muttered.
He laughed. "You say that like it’s a bad thing."
Ignoring him, she rolled the dice toward him. "You first."
Qin Feng leaned forward and flicked his wrist. The dice tumbled across the table and stopped, both showing six.
"Twelve," he said with a satisfied grin.
Su Jiyai’s eyes widened. "Ugh. Fine. My turn." She shook the dice vigorously and rolled them. They landed on a two and a three.
"Five," Qin Feng said sympathetically, though his smirk ruined the effect.
"No way. You definitely manipulated that," she accused, narrowing her eyes.
He raised both hands in mock surrender. "I didn’t. You can check if you want."
Pouting, she crossed her arms. "Best of three. That’s fair."
He nodded agreeably. "Of course."
Round two began. Qin Feng rolled an eleven this ti, while Su Jiyai rolled a pathetic two.
Her shoulders slumped. "You’ve got to be kidding ."
"Looks like I’m winning," he teased.
"Not yet," she said, glaring at him. "The third round decides everything."
"Very well," he said with a knowing smile.
This ti, she insisted on rolling first. She shook the dice with extra determination, muttering sothing under her breath, and tossed them onto the table.
They clattered, spun, and finally stopped...six and five. Eleven.
"Yes!" she cheered, bouncing with excitent. "Take that! Now you’ll get two, maybe three at best!"
"Confident, aren’t we?" Qin Feng said, smirking as he picked up the dice. He rolled them casually.
Both of them leaned in as the dice slowed. One landed on five. The other on one.
"Six," Su Jiyai declared triumphantly. "I win!"
Qin Feng gave a dramatic sigh, his expression one of playful defeat. "Very well," he said solemnly. "This week, the rules will follow your command."
"That’s right," she said proudly, puffing her chest. "And I declare that we’ll only do it twice a day, two days a week. No exceptions!"
He nodded obediently. "Since you’re the winner, I’ll listen."
Satisfied beyond asure, Su Jiyai grinned, humming happily as she left the room to make lunch.
Qin Feng watched her go, then glanced down at the dice still resting on the table.
A faint glimr of light flashed across them before they quietly flipped on their own. The corners of his mouth lifted.
In truth, he had been manipulating the results the whole ti. But letting her win once wouldn’t hurt. She needed to believe she could win sotis... otherwise, where was the fun?
After all, starting next week, the dice would always fall in his favor.
With that amused thought, he tucked the dice into his storage ring and followed her downstairs.
He found her in the kitchen, chatting cheerfully with Qiang Zhi while chopping vegetables.
The dostic scene brought a rare warmth to his chest. Just as he was about to say sothing teasing, Su Jiyai’s phone began to ring.
She glanced at the screen and imdiately answered, her tone light and pleasant. "Hey, why are you calling so early?"
From the other end ca Han Weilin’s anxious voice. "Jiyai, I need your help. It’s urgent."
At once, Su Jiyai’s cheerful expression vanished, replaced by alertness. "What happened?"
"I ran into that jerk, childhood friend of mine," Han Weilin said quickly. "He’s causing trouble again."
Su Jiyai didn’t hesitate. "Stay where you are. I’m coming."
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