Perhaps it was because the memory of the half-demon in her inherited consciousness had terrified her so deeply, but for the first time in her eighteen years of life, Gu Wan did something she would never have dared to even imagine before.
Taking advantage of the time when the Qin family was out, she cornered the mobility-impaired Qin Zhijun right in his bedroom.
However, her courage stopped right there. Standing by the bed of a strange man, Gu Wan panicked.
She wanted to retreat, only to find that her feet were rooted to the spot…
Being so close to Qin Zhijun, Gu Wan felt enveloped by his presence. That strange sensation came over her body once again, and her heart pounded violently against her ribs. Driven by instinct, embarrassment, and panic, her face flushed dark crimson.
Qin Zhijun had been resting his injured leg, sitting leaned up against the bedhead while reading a military magazine. Right now, the magazine was crumpled out of shape in his tight grip, though he still managed to maintain a composed facade.
“Are you… Gu Wan?”
Gu Wan had come here today solely to figure out whether closer contact with Qin Zhijun would aid her bloodline awakening. At this moment, with her muscles melting and her bones turning soft, she could barely stand, yet she didn’t dare let Qin Zhijun witness her shameful state.
Her only option was to lean one hand against the edge of the wooden canopy bed and sit down as naturally as possible. Though it was highly improper for a young woman to sit on a man’s bed, it was far better than collapsing onto the floor.
Yet the moment she sat down, facing Qin Zhijun head-on, his influence over her grew even stronger. She lamented bitterly in her heart for having miscalculated.
In just a brief moment, an unwitting touch of sultry charm crept into her eyes, and her chest rose and fell in shallow gasps. Looking at the man before her, her mouth felt parched and her throat dry, filled with an unbearable, insatiable craving.
Gu Wan pressed her lips tightly together, desperately wiggling her hips backward on the edge of the bed to pull just a tiny bit of distance between herself and Qin Zhijun.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Qin Zhijun felt that her current state closely resembled how she had acted on the bus that day. He remembered her mentioning back then that it was due to low blood sugar.
Sitting up straight, he asked with concern, “Do you have low blood sugar?”
Seeing the precious bit of distance she had worked so hard to create vanish as he shifted forward, Gu Wan stared at Qin Zhijun with wide eyes, completely rendered speechless.
Seeing that she couldn’t even speak, holding her chest while gasping for air, Qin Zhijun assumed she was in severe discomfort. Disregarding the doctor’s warnings to avoid moving his injured leg, he swung his feet around, intending to get off the bed and fetch some crystal sugar for her. New chapters come out on g.com first.
He meant well, but as he moved to get off the bed, his position shifted, bringing him less than three fist-widths away from her. Gu Wan was already using every ounce of her strength just to sit there precariously; how could she possibly withstand him getting so close? The hand supporting her weight went completely limp, and she pitched forward, falling straight into Qin Zhijun’s arms.
A warm, soft woman suddenly tumbling into his chest caused Qin Zhijun’s movements to freeze instantly, every muscle in his body tensing up tight.
Gu Wan’s face was buried in the nook of his neck. Her warm, moist breath scorched his skin so intensely that his entire scalp went numb. His nostrils were filled with a faint, delicate fragrance emanating from her—resembling orchid yet not quite, indescribably intoxicating.
The moment Gu Wan landed in Qin Zhijun’s arms, the desperate anxiety to cling to him was instantly soothed. Yet with the man’s breath right at the tip of her nose and their skin in direct contact, her brain grew hazy. She felt a primal urge to nuzzle and press her skin against his, seeking an even greater sense of comfort.
Fortunately, a final shred of sanity remained. Gu Wan gritted her teeth tightly, taking deep, heavy gasps in an attempt to quiet the strange desire surging within her body.
She only knew that burying her face in Qin Zhijun’s neck was far too scandalous, but she completely overlooked the fact that her entire upper body was embedded in his chest.
As her breathing grew heavier, the soft fullness pressed against his chest rose and fell in rhythm. Where there had once been only the woman’s delicate gasps filling the room, the man’s heavy, ragged breathing soon entwined with hers.
Qin Zhijun felt as though all the blood in his body were reversing its flow, his entire body burning hot as even his breath turned to fire. Yet his body remained so rigid that he couldn’t move so much as a single finger. In his mind, it felt as though countless fireworks were bursting all at once in brilliant, blinding splendor.
Gu Wan’s goal for coming today had been overachieved in an unexpected turn of events. Yet when she tried to pull away and get up, her body had turned into a lump of soft clay, completely devoid of strength.
She tried her best to turn her face slightly to the side, taking care not to let her lips touch the man’s skin, before softly murmuring, “Brother… Brother Qin.”
Her voice was soft and sweet, oozing a charm that seeped straight into the marrow.
Qin Zhijun felt as though a tiny electric pulse had zapped his left ear, sending a shudder straight to his heart.
As if finally regaining his senses, he held Gu Wan and supported her away from his chest.
Yet with this hold, as his palms touched her arms, she felt so soft that it seemed his hands were sinking into her, unable to pull back—like a tender, lingering embrace.
Once removed from his arms, Gu Wan slumped weakly into a soft heap. Having no other choice, he carefully helped her lie down on his bed and said in a low voice, “I’ll go get you some sugar.”
When he spoke, he realized how raspy and low his voice sounded. He cleared his throat awkwardly. Seeing the woman lying boneless on his bed, his throat felt increasingly dry and parched.
Propping himself up on crutches, he made his way to the kitchen, dissolved some rock sugar in hot water, and quickly returned to his room, shutting the door behind him.
Rural households rarely closed their front gates. If anyone happened to stop by right now and see Gu Wan lying on his bed, she would have no choice left but to marry him.
During the brief moment Qin Zhijun was gone, Gu Wan gradually recovered her strength. As she struggled to sit up, she saw him walk back in. Afraid he might come close again, she hurriedly said, “Don’t… don’t come over.” This chapter is updated first at novelping.com.
Little did she know that in her current state, with a voice so sweet it seemed ready to drip water, she looked precisely like someone who had just been thoroughly ravished.
Qin Zhijun awkwardly averted his gaze, placed the bowl of sugar water on the table, and stood frozen over a meter away from the bed, not daring to move an inch.
Gu Wan skirted along the edge of the bed around to the other side of the small square table. Looking at Qin Zhijun apologetically, she said, “Brother Qin, it’s not good for your leg to stand for long. You should sit back down on the bed.”
At a loss for how to face Gu Wan, Qin Zhijun simply complied with whatever she said, stiffly using his crutches to return to the edge of the bed and sit down.
Unlike the intense, ambiguous passion from moments ago, the atmosphere in the room now felt so awkward that the air seemed almost frozen.
It was Qin Zhijun who broke the silence first: “I made some sugar water. Drink it quickly since your blood sugar is low. It would be better if you carry some candies with you in the future.”
Gu Wan lowered her head. Seeing that he attributed her strange behavior to low blood sugar, she let out a quiet sigh of relief, spared from having to invent an excuse to explain it.
She held the bowl of sugar water and took small, delicate sips. It was cloyingly sweet; she couldn’t imagine how much sugar he had dumped in.
Between sips, she stole glances at him. She thought to herself that those endowed with spiritual roots were likely all blessed by Heaven and earth—he truly was remarkably handsome.
Qin Zhijun was hardly oblivious to the young girl’s fleeting, repeated glances. He sat there like a statue, his limbs so stiff he didn’t know where to place them.
He had never been this nervous, not even when meeting high-ranking commanders.
Finally, Gu Wan spoke up: “Brother Qin, I heard my dad say… you aren’t willing to marry me?”
Indeed, this was the exact excuse Gu Wan had concocted for her visit today.
Qin Zhijun looked at Gu Wan, his lips moving slightly, rendered temporarily speechless.
He had said he didn’t want to marry her and drag her down, but just now… he had held her like that…
Sansukini: I kinda wish this is a smut… sadly, it’s not.