Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

Girls’ dormitory.

After saying goodnight to Jing Zhichen, Qin Xin directly closed the phone screen.

She stretched her lotus-like arm, extended her tendons, turned her neck, and put away the documents, then pulled the quilt to sleep.

No matter how big the issue, let it wait until tomorrow.

The dormitory lights turned off, and the moonlight outside was like water.

After a while, the only sound left in the room was the harmonious breathing, rising and falling.

The window, suddenly moved and opened slightly.

A slightly cool breeze filled the room.

Under the moonlight, a moon-white shadow slowly swept by.

The curtain of Qin Xin gently lifted, and the white shadow slipped into it.

In the narrow space.

The man sat by her bed, making the dormitory’s small window feel even more cramped.

Nalan Ye Jue sighed lightly, unable to resist reaching his large hand towards her forehead, smoothing her slightly furrowed brows even in sleep.

So young, yet so many concerns.

Little wife, wouldn’t it be better if your husband took care of these matters for you?

He flipped through the documents beside her pillow, Twelve Elders, his clues also stopped here, intending to continue exploring tonight.

Unexpectedly, the little wife acted quickly, not only contacting a famous private detective in town but personally securing the image ambassador role, the identity closest to Twelve Elders.

Is there another woman in the world who possesses a grace that rivals a man’s?

After gazing for a long time, he adjusted the quilt for her, covering her little exposed shoulder.

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, suddenly, she gently turned over, pressing his large hand beneath her shoulder.

Along with his body, it involuntarily covered over her.

It was merely a momentary occurrence.

Nalan Ye Jue felt the air solidify, stretching out like an eternity.

Breathing gradually turned heavy, he could even hear his own heartbeat, one beat at a time, thump, thump, thump.

A sense of anticipation and desire began to stir restlessly within him.

He felt a strong urge to pin her to the bedside... to act recklessly.

This tormenting thought made cold sweat slowly seep from his forehead.

Oh no.

His illness hasn’t healed yet, and at any moment, contact with a woman could trigger a relapse.

If he couldn’t control himself and hurt her, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Nalan Ye Jue held his breath, using all his willpower, slowly, slowly, withdrawing his arm.

He must leave immediately.

Otherwise, even a glance at her, catching a whiff of her scent, could make him collapse, his willpower instantly shatter.

He stood up.

Stepped towards the window.

Ultimately couldn’t resist, turning back, suddenly lifting the curtain, bending down to hold her head, and planting a light kiss on her forehead like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Still feeling unsatisfied.

Bending down again, deeply kissed her lips several times, quite wanton and unrestrained.

Only then did he reluctantly withdraw, swiftly walking towards the window...

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Early the next morning.

Qin Xin got up and touched her lips, always feeling somewhat swollen.

She murmured to herself, ”Could it be that yesterday in town, I ate something I’m allergic to?”

Little Dongju: ”...Master, maybe it’s not an allergy, just ’ate’ too hard.”

Little Ginger Snake: ”...Master, indeed it’s an allergy, quite a big allergen.”

A rather handsome allergen.

Though unable to sense any supernatural aura, there was a special presence that pressed them down so firmly they couldn’t move.

Luckily, that man merely wanted to kiss the master.

And seemed not bad.

Qin Xin didn’t think much of it, especially since the dormitory leader was already fussing about with flowers, urging everyone to leave early, so she simply freshened up, donned a black-robe student uniform, and went out with the group.