"That's quite a coincidence, I'm a white cut chicken too! You're so pale, just like a white cut chicken!"
White cut chicken?
A scholar can be killed, but never insulted!
Shang Sheng grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.
Qin Yige's heart skipped a beat. Meeting his slightly angry gaze, her breathing quickened.
"You, you, what are you doing?"
"I want you to take a good look and see if I'm a white cut chicken!"
"How, how, how do I look?" she stammered suddenly.
"Sleep with you!" As he finished speaking, he forcefully pushed her onto the large bed behind him.
"Ah—" Qin Yige screamed in fright.
The man pressed half his body onto her, covering her mouth with one hand, muffling her scream. "Shut up!"
Qin Yige quickly nodded, "Okay, okay, I'll shut up!"
Shang Sheng, sure she wouldn't scream anymore, released her lips and said in a low voice, "Since you're pushing me step by step, don't blame me for not respecting your opinion."
"I, I, how did I push you?" She tried to pull the quilt to cover herself, but as soon as she touched a corner, he grabbed it with one hand and threw it aside.
Qin Yige: "..."
Why so fierce!
"Don't you know that men can't resist provocation?"
"No, I don't know." She had never interacted with a man like this before, how could she know?
"It's okay if you don't know." As he finished speaking, he stopped wasting words with her.
With one move, Qin Yige's eyes widened instantly like two bronze bells.
He, he, he actually dared to—
Before she could open her mouth to scream, he swiftly lowered his head like a leopard and kissed her lips, forcibly silencing her cry.
In the adjacent room, Wen Shuyao was pressed against the door, listening to the constant commotion from next door, growing anxious.
What were they doing? Were they or were they not? Should she help her idiot cousin?
She paced back and forth in her room twice, then quietly opened the door. This time, there was no sound from the master bedroom.
Just as she thought Qin Yige had succeeded, a curse came from the master bedroom: "Shang Sheng, you bastard!"
Wen Shuyao put one hand on her hip and heavily slapped her forehead. An idiot is truly an idiot.
Her brother-in-law was something else. They were already married, and he wasn't touching that idiot Qin Yige.
Just watch her!
Unaware that she was being targeted, Qin Yige in the master bedroom glared at the scoundrel who had taken advantage of her, her eyes reddened.
"Shang Sheng, you pervert, I'm going to sue you!" Wuwuwu, he actually dared... to treat her like that, wuwuwu.
The man, having gotten his way, evaluated seriously, "A bit small, and just average."
Qin Yige's face instantly flushed crimson. Her small face was so red from anger that she grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, "Get out, get out!"
How detestable! She hadn't even complained about him, and he was criticizing her for being small?!
Shang Sheng caught the pillow and tossed it back onto the bed. "I respect you. We'll take it step by step, letting you accept it slowly. And this kind of thing, you'll have to get used to it in the future."
Get used to it? Get used to his big head!
She was so angry she couldn't speak for a long time. Finally, she managed to blurt out, "If you don't get out, come over and let me return the favor!"
Shang Sheng: "..."
He then put on a reluctant expression. "Fine."
The man took two steps forward, unbuttoned his shirt, tossed it aside, and finally sat down beside her.
He said casually, "Not everyone is as stingy as you, so casual."
Qin Yige was indignant. Did he think she wouldn't dare? She knelt opposite him and began to grope him.
Shang Sheng: "???"
Seeing his strange expression, Qin Yige's anger subsided a little. "You're criticizing me, but your feel isn't great either? Others have eight-pack abs, you only have six, and you're here to find fault with me. How can you be so shameless?"
"Six or eight isn't important, what's important is... you don't like six?"
He pointed out sharply.
Qin Yige opened her mouth. "How did you know?"
He sneered, "Everyone in the city knows that Qin Yige likes men with six-pack abs."
She chuckled sheepishly upon hearing this, her hands continuing their movements. "It must have been Tang Anruo, that big-mouthed gossip, who spread it."
Heh, if you say so, this touch really feels good...
"Is that enough?" After a while, the man asked coldly.
"Almost, almost."
"Could you please wipe your own drool?"
Huh? Was she that shameless? Qin Yige reflexively wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. There was nothing there.
Only then did she realize she had been tricked!
When she looked up, she met Shang Sheng's playful gaze.
Her cheeks flushed, and she said irritably, "Aren't you generous? Didn't you say 'come whenever you want'? Why are you getting impatient now?"
"No, can you stop pinching and twisting?"
"No!" she refused loudly.
She was doing it on purpose.
After a while longer, Qin Yige voluntarily let go. She actually wanted to continue for a bit longer, but she was afraid Shang Sheng would think she was a pervert, so she let him go.
Shang Sheng got up.
Qin Yige blurted out, "What's wrong with you—"
Realizing what his condition was, she was suddenly choked by her own saliva and coughed violently. "I said, go take a shower. Hurry up, cough cough, I still need to go later, cough cough cough."
"..."
Shang Sheng didn't need to look to know what was going on. Wasn't it all thanks to her?
Once the bedroom was empty except for Qin Yige, she buried her face in the bed and vigorously beat the two-meter-wide bed.
Heavens, what was she doing just now?! So embarrassing!
When Shang Sheng came out of the bathroom, Qin Yige had already wrapped herself into a long strip with a bedsheet, dividing her bed in two.
Meeting his probing gaze, she explained, "This is the demarcation line. Whoever crosses it gets beaten!"
Shang Sheng: "..."
So childish!
He had already changed into his bathrobe and was about to lie down on the bed when there was a knock on the bedroom door.
The two people in the room exchanged a glance. Qin Yige quickly got up and ran to open the door.
Wen Shuyao was standing outside.
Seeing Qin Yige, she said expressionlessly, "My blanket is wet. Please lend me one."
Qin Yige: "Who told you not to bring a blanket when you came? I don't have extras. There are three in total: one for you, one for me, and one for Shang Sheng. That's it."
She was telling the truth; these three were enough for her to rotate for her own use.
Wen Shuyao stood on tiptoe and glanced into the room at the large bed, "Don't you have two there? Can't you give me one?"
"That won't do. Shang Sheng and I each have one, so there's none for you."
"Cousin, are you kidding me? A married couple sleeps in the same bed. Are you deliberately not lending it to me?"
"No." For a moment, Qin Yige couldn't explain herself. "It's just that Shang Sheng and I sleep separately."
Wen Shuyao didn't care about that. She pushed Qin Yige aside, squeezed into the room, grabbed a pinkish-purple blanket, and ran out the door with it.