Chapter Eleven: Shall We Raise Little Ones Together?

Qin Yanzhou’s eyes were full of concern as he busily massaged her hands. “If you feel tired, you don’t have to—”

“No!” Qiao Luo immediately lifted her head, puffing out her cheeks. “I want a massage every day, no slacking off! You don’t want your legs to turn into two skinny bamboo sticks, do you?”

She looked at Qin Yanzhou plaintively. “I don’t like it.”

Qin Yanzhou’s brow lifted slightly. “Then for your sake, and so you don’t have to suffer like this in the future, I’ll make sure to exercise more regularly.”

Now that the massage was over, Qiao Luo’s hands no longer ached, and she felt it was time to return to her room.

Just as she was about to get up, the system shouted loudly in her mind: “Why are you leaving? A man and woman alone in a room—this is the perfect chance to make a move on Qin Yanzhou!”

Qiao Luo glanced at Qin Yanzhou instinctively. He was looking down, focused on massaging her forearm.

The dim glow of the incandescent light cast shadows across his clear and handsome face. Yet the warm light brushed his profile, the high bridge of his nose dividing light and shadow, making him irresistibly captivating, almost stealing away all of Qiao Luo’s attention.

“Qin Yanzhou…” she whispered involuntarily, “You’re so handsome…”

Qin Yanzhou paused for a moment, but his hands did not stop. “You’re even more beautiful.”

Qiao Luo pursed her lips, pondering how to make her move on him.

After a moment, her fingers quietly pressed against his chest, gently brushing up and down.

Qin Yanzhou blushed, seemingly recalling something. He caught her mischievous fingers in one hand. “Ahem! Your hands?”

Qiao Luo struggled slightly but couldn’t pull free, so she looked at him with innocent wide eyes. “I was just thinking that your leg muscles have atrophied. I wonder about your upper body… What were you thinking about? Why is your face so red?”

She smiled slyly. “Could it be that you imagined me doing something naughty to you?”

Caught so bluntly, Qin Yanzhou was neither annoyed nor embarrassed. Instead, he gently stroked the back of her hand with his rough fingers. “Although my legs don’t move, I still exercise regularly.”

He chuckled softly. “If you’re really interested, you’re welcome to check anytime.”

His deep, velvety voice was like a solo cello, and the warmth from his palm spread to Qiao Luo’s hand. Though it was a similar question, she found the spot where his hand held hers extraordinarily hot.

Qiao Luo had intended to tease him, but unexpectedly, she was the one being teased. She forced herself to stay calm. “No need for an inspection…”

Then she grinned mischievously. “Since you’re limited in movement, if I really wanted to do something to you, you wouldn’t even be able to resist.”

She chuckled wickedly, her eyes roaming over Qin Yanzhou’s body like a playful rogue teasing a virtuous lady.

Qin Yanzhou laughed softly. “Though my legs are inconvenient, it’s still easy for me to subdue you.”

Qiao Luo wasn’t convinced and reached out to pinch his cheek.

Since Qin Yanzhou was already holding one of her hands tightly, he tugged her into his embrace with force. His other hand grabbed the mischievous hand’s wrist and effortlessly pinned it behind her back, imprisoning her with just one hand.

Qiao Luo struggled like a fish caught on a hook, flailing a few times before realizing she couldn’t move at all. She lifted her head and glared at him in frustration. “You’re cheating! You were holding me all along!”

She had no idea how much her actions were stirring a normal man’s desires.

Their bodies were already pressed closely together, and her struggling only intensified Qin Yanzhou’s unspeakable reaction.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and feeling himself heat up, he quickly released her, though his face flushed to his ears.

“All right,” he said, looking away and pressing his lips into a straight line, “even if I’m cheating.”

His tone was serious, but his flushed ears betrayed his true thoughts.

Qiao Luo lay across him, watching his trembling lashes and the tempting curve of his upper lip, as if inviting her to taste.

Sensing his heart beating faster and stronger, her own pulse raced uncontrollably.

The system screamed desperately: “He’s reacting! Little host! Hurry up! Rip off his pants!”

Qiao Luo’s face darkened. “Are you a pervert?”

That damn system! Why ruin the mood now?

The system protested loudly in her mind: “Not a pervert! This is just passion blossoming naturally!”

Qiao Luo swallowed nervously, hesitating. “Are we really going to do this?”

Though she often liked teasing Qin Yanzhou, actually going all the way made her a bit apprehensive.

Before she could prepare herself mentally, Qin Yanzhou took a deep breath and, with a firm motion, placed her beside him. “You… you’re tired today. Get some rest early.”

Qin Yanzhou withdrew, and unexpectedly, Qiao Luo grew bolder.

“Oh? Does Commander Qin want me to sleep here tonight too?” Her hand stealthily reached out again. “Could it be that Commander Qin wants to… make little babies with me?”

Qin Yanzhou was momentarily stunned. Once he realized what “making little babies” meant, his ears flushed red again.

Qiao Luo grew even more excited. “Why are your ears red again, Commander Qin? Are you shy? Thinking about how to make little babies with me?”

Qin Yanzhou was truly flushed and aflame, his mind wandering uncontrollably.

But… no. They weren’t married yet.

He forced himself to calm down, grabbed the hand that had reached his arm, and exhaled. “You can sleep here, but making little babies… that’s off the table.”

Qiao Luo was stunned. “What do you mean, off the table… You’re not interested in me?”

Qin Yanzhou was almost speechless. He wanted to take her hand and show her just how interested he was.

“Of course not,” he said, his voice dropping a few tones. “It’s just…” His gaze grew serious. “We’re not married yet. I can’t do those things to you.”

In his eyes, she was incredibly precious. “So I can’t be rash. Even if I… ahem, I can control myself.”

Qiao Luo turned over, lying on her side to look at him, her heart softening. “Qin Yanzhou, you’re so good to me…”

Qin Yanzhou reached out and gently stroked her hair. “Only for you.”

Her nose tingled with emotion as she scooted closer. “Then… can I hold you while I sleep?”

This time, Qin Yanzhou did not refuse. Instead, he opened his arms.

Qiao Luo immediately nestled into his embrace.

The masculine scent of his hormones engulfed her, and her heart pounded wildly again. She swallowed hard, unable to suppress her nervous excitement.

Goodness, even though Qin Yanzhou had said all that just now…

He could control himself, but she wasn’t so sure about her own self-control!