THUMP!
There was a muffled sound, and the bed trembled violently as though sothing heavy had been thrown onto it.
Song Ningran was dumbfounded, staring mouth agape in utter disbelief at the items before her. Her gaze then shifted to Qin Heng, her expression one of utter shock, as if she had witnessed sothing so unbelievable it nearly shattered her entire worldview.
"These... these?" Song Ningran's voice trembled as she pointed at the pile on the bed, looking at Qin Heng in disbelief. "What... what are you doing?"
"Letting you experience the joy of studying," Qin Heng chuckled, casually flicking Song Ningran's forehead. "And to purify your mind a bit, so you stop thinking about those age-inappropriate things."
The heap of items Qin Heng had brought onto the bed was none other than his various senior-year review books: *The Three-Year College Entrance Examinations and the Five-Year Test Simulations*, *College Entrance Examination Champion Notes Solution*, *Ultimate Mathematics Keynote Problem Solution*... A huge pile!
All essential materials for a senior high school student were now laid out before Song Ningran, leaving her completely bewildered.
"You... you want
to... you can't possibly want
to do these problems?!" Song Ningran felt like she was going mad. The touched feelings she had experienced monts ago vanished without a trace. Here she was, alone with a man in a room, wearing only his coat, and he wanted her to do exercises?! This was insane!
"Can't be helped," Qin Heng said, spreading his hands. "Actually, I did consider spanking you as punishnt, but if I did that, this book would probably be done for."
"Huh?" Song Ningran was confused; she didn't understand.
"It's nothing." Qin Heng waved his hand dismissively, looked at Song Ningran, and sighed. "Why did you have to do this today?"
"..." Song Ningran fell silent, shrinking inside Qin Heng's coat like a quail. She buried her face in the bedding, and after a long while, she suddenly started to sob. "I-I'm scared... SOB... SOB... SOB!"
She cried, curled up tightly on the bed, her whole body shaking as she wept. She resembled a small baby abandoned outside—pitiful and helpless.
"Go on and cry. Let it all out, and you'll feel much better." Qin Heng knew why she was crying and didn't try to stop her. He gently stroked her hair, his touch exceedingly tender, as if caressing the most precious treasure.
"SOB SOB SOB!" Song Ningran threw herself into Qin Heng's arms again, crying nonstop. She was venting her emotions—the grievance she had suffered tonight and the lingering fear.
Earlier, she had proactively brought Durex, intending to offer herself to Qin Heng as a thank-you gift. This was also because she feared that if she encountered a similar situation in the future, she would regret not doing so. She thought it better to seize this mont and ensure she had no regrets in this life.
She did harbor so affection for Qin Heng.
However, events had unfolded in a way that was completely beyond her expectations; she had never imagined things would turn out like this.
She buried her face in Qin Heng's chest, her arms wrapped tightly around him, as if trying to rge herself into his very being.
She cried for a long ti. A very, very long ti, before her loud sobs gradually subsided into whimpers.
She only began to calm down as dawn approached, but she remained curled up in Qin Heng's arms, not moving to get up.
Compared to when she first arrived, she was much more at ease now, not nearly as shy.
"Qin Heng, do you think I'm... cheap?" Song Ningran suddenly lifted her head to look at Qin Heng. Her expression was very serious, her eyes sowhat panicked; she genuinely harbored this fear.
A girl, in the middle of the night, bringing Durex, proactively coming to a guy's room, offering herself...
"You're just exhausted and frightened. You were montarily flustered, that's all." Qin Heng gently stroked her hair, shaking his head slightly. "It's okay. You're still an excellent, pure girl."
"Mhm..." Song Ningran, nestled in Qin Heng's embrace, nodded. She didn't say anything more. Then, she closed her eyes, her breathing steadied, and she fell asleep.
She had cried for a full three to four hours.
For a girl like Song Ningran, this ant complete exhaustion, not just physically, but ntally as well. The mont she relaxed even slightly, she was fast asleep.
Qin Heng gently patted Song Ningran's back, soothing her and helping her fall into a more peaceful sleep.
This delay has set back the refining of the imitation Chaotic Clock. I can only postpone it for now, Qin Heng thought with a soft sigh. He held Song Ningran's tender, soft body, his eyes half-closed, as he continued to adjust the Mana and Divine Sense within him, reinforcing his foundation.
He didn't want to "push Song Ningran down" just yet. After all, preserving her virginity was beneficial for cultivation. In the coming era of Spiritual Energy resurgence, one's cultivation level would be extrely important. When that ti ca, Qin Heng planned to teach Cultivation Techniques to Qin Yun and Song Ningran.
「By the ti the sky brightened, the sun was nearing its zenith.」
Sunlight slipped through a tiny gap in the curtains, falling on Song Ningran's face. She groggily opened her eyes, and then her entire body suddenly stiffened.
Her face instantly flushed red again. Overco with shyness, her delicate body trembled.
I... I actually slept in Qin Heng's arms the whole night!!! Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!!
At that mont, Song Ningran's mind went blank. She was completely at a loss, utterly dazed.
She carefully raised her head, wanting to see if Qin Heng was awake. If he isn't awake, I'll quietly, quietly slip out of his embrace, go back to my room, and pretend... pretend nothing happened...
However, as she lifted her head, her gaze t Qin Heng's eyes—deep and shining like a Starry Sky—and she instantly froze.
After a long mont, Song Ningran, unsure what wire had crossed in her brain, looked at Qin Heng and said, "W-what a coincidence."
"..." Qin Heng was taken aback for a mont, then chuckled. "Yeah, what a coincidence. You're sleeping in this bed too, huh?"
"AHHH!" Song Ningran's face flushed crimson with embarrassnt. She scrambled out of Qin Heng's embrace, clutching his coat tightly around herself, and practically fled from the bed, snatching up her nightgown.
Just as she was about to take off Qin Heng's coat and change into her nightgown, she froze. "Could you... could you close your eyes first?"
"Is that necessary?"
"Very necessary! Close them!"
"After what happened last night... you still need
to close my eyes?"
"What the fuck! What 'happened last night'?! Make yourself clear!"
After bickering for a few sentences, Qin Heng turned around, his back to Song Ningran. Teasing was one thing, but respect was still essential.
Song Ningran put on her nightgown and finally let out a long sigh of relief.
Then, she whispered, "Qin Heng, about last night... can we keep it a secret?" She was, after all, still shy.
"Okay." Qin Heng nodded in agreent. He hadn't planned on publicizing the matter anyway; besides, there was no need. It was enough that only the two of them knew.
BANG!
Just then, the door to Qin Heng's room was suddenly thrown open. Qin Yun, wearing a cute white nightgown, burst in, shouting, "Brother! Where's Ran Ran? It's already noon, and I'm starving! Why isn't... lunch... ready... What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! You two... what... what's going on here?!"
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