Chapter 392: Tell Him, I’m...
Qin Muye pursed his lips, both his ears flushing a deep red. He looked remarkably innocent.
But the words that came out of his mouth were exceptionally... blunt.
roared with laughter. [Did this kid see the supplement? Is that why he’s so brazen now?]
Jiang Qingli immediately refused. "No, don’t. It would be very painful for you."
Qin Muye said, "It won’t hurt. As long as you feel good, that’s all that matters."
The way he said that...
Jiang Qingli flicked him hard on the forehead and raised her voice. "Absolutely not! Where did you learn this kind of talk!"
Qin Muye clutched his forehead, his brow furrowing.
’This isn’t what the forum post said.’
’It wasn’t supposed to be like this.’
’Jiang Qingli was supposed to be thrilled by the offer. She was supposed to happily let me do it, admire the results for a long time, and then enjoy herself with me. In the end, I would surpass all the other Beast Husbands and those other lovers to become her most favored male!’
Seeing his dazed expression, Jiang Qingli grabbed one of his snow leopard ears and gave it a tug. "Qin Muye, what on earth have they been teaching you in the military? Stop making me sound like someone who would sacrifice her Beast Husband’s well-being for some... special experience, alright?"
When he saw that Jiang Qingli was genuinely upset, Qin Muye quickly hugged her from behind. He mimicked her, his large palm gently patting down her back as if he were soothing a small animal.
Before she could speak, he said, "I was wrong."
He was quick to admit his mistake.
Jiang Qingli assumed he’d been watching some weird videos. She patted the "puppy’s" head and said earnestly, "Qin Muye, I don’t have any kinky or deviant desires when it comes to this sort of thing."
"You... you already do more than enough normally. Just keep being you. You don’t need to chase after anything bizarre. I really like you just the way you are now."
The disappointment from his failed seduction was instantly shattered by her saying "like."
His snow leopard tail swayed uncontrollably behind him. He lifted her, his hands supporting her bottom, and leaned in to demand a kiss.
Last night had been more than intense enough, yet Qin Muye seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of energy.
The kiss was a battle, robbing her of all her attention and breath.
Several times, Jiang Qingli suspected she might suffocate from the long, fiery kiss.
But clearly, the Qin Muye of today was no longer that inexperienced little leopard cub who would get a nosebleed at the drop of a hat.
He had learned a great deal, all on his own.
Including how to repeatedly dance along the very edge of her limits.
...
The air in the room grew warmer, and her vision began to blur.
In a soft voice, Jiang Qingli requested an intermission.
Qin Muye raised an eyebrow. "Can’t take it anymore?"
’How dare he suggest a female can’t take it!’
Jiang Qingli whimpered, "I’m afraid *you’re* the one who can’t take it... Mmph, mmmph..."
Before she could finish, he covered her mouth.
She didn’t know what was wrong with her words, but the Prince looked as if he’d been struck by a club. He sounded annoyed. "If I can’t do it, then who can? Tell me."
His tone wasn’t a question.
It was a threat. If Jiang Qingli dared to name someone, he would immediately have them killed.
Just then, her terminal screen lit up.
Jiang Qingli glanced at the screen. Messages from Xie Youchen and Yuan Shiyao had arrived at the same time.
Seeing that Qin Muye had no intention of stopping her, she slowly scooted over and picked up the terminal.
Just as she unlocked it, he suddenly grabbed her ankle and dragged her toward him.
The young man’s tall shadow completely enveloped her.
Qin Muye lowered his head, reading the words on the screen along with her.
Big Brother: [Ah Li hasn’t called her big brother all day.]
[Don’t you miss me?]
Jiang Qingli had thought Xie Youchen was messaging to congratulate her, not to send such cloying sweet-nothings.
A cold sneer sounded from above her.
Jiang Qingli sighed to herself. Just as she was wondering how to placate this jealous dog, Qin Muye spoke. "Tell him."
"Tell him wha—"
Before she could finish, Jiang Qingli’s voice caught in her throat.
Qin Muye made a sudden, commanding move.
He was very satisfied with her reaction.
Looking at her glistening eyes, he leaned down and whispered in her ear:
"Tell him... I’m f**king you."
In that instant, Jiang Qingli’s mind went blank.
It took her several seconds to process the vulgar and vicious words he had just spoken.
’She wanted to curse Qin Muye out.’
But she couldn’t say a word. All she could do was part her flushed, full lips and let him toss the terminal aside, lower his head, and entangle her in a deep kiss.
’How could she describe this feeling... It was pleasurable, yet she felt so powerless.’
Jiang Qingli stared at the ceiling, letting out a silent sigh of relief.
’Thank goodness.’
’Thank goodness she’d taken the supplement.’
’Otherwise, she would have certainly passed out by now.’
’Then again, she wasn’t sure if passing out would have been better or worse.’
Because Qin Muye kept asking her if he was good enough.
All Jiang Qingli could do was give him an affirmative answer, over and over, in a hoarse voice.
-
「The medal ceremony was in the afternoon.」
Qin Muye followed behind Jiang Qingli. His expression was tense and serious, but his controlled gait held a hint of indescribable pleasure.
As they walked, Jiang Qingli noticed that people they passed kept greeting them.
Most would raise their eyebrows in surprise and then immediately scurry away, but even after they were several steps gone, she could still feel their eyes on them.
More than finding it strange, Jiang Qingli was worried about Qin Muye’s relationships with his colleagues.
Pushing open the back door of the auditorium, Jiang Qingli finally had a chance to ask, "Hey, puppy, are you not on good terms with your colleagues?"
Qin Muye clicked his tongue. "I don’t know."
He rarely paid attention to what others thought of him, so it didn’t matter.
Jiang Qingli patted his shoulder. "It’s okay. They’ll come to accept you eventually."
Qin Muye raised an eyebrow. "Compared to a bunch of nobodies, I’d much rather have Advisor Jiang’s approval."
As if afraid she wouldn’t understand, he lowered his voice and added, "In *every* aspect."
Dressed in his military uniform, the young man’s words sounded perfectly serious.
You’d never guess that just an hour ago, he’d been punished for being too much of a bastard by having to kneel on an acupressure mat for ten minutes.
Jiang Qingli wanted to scold Qin Muye a little more, but they had already stepped into a well-lit area.
Not far away, Yuan Liang saw them and waved to Jiang Qingli. "Miss Jiang, hurry over. I need to brief you on your position. This is all going to be recorded."
"Understood."
Jiang Qingli put on a polite, professional smile and walked over in an orderly fashion.
As she passed Qin Muye, he lightly hooked his finger around hers.
’This guy must have been studying up on something behind my back,’ Jiang Qingli thought. ’How else could he have suddenly picked up so many new tricks?’
Watching her walk away, Qin Muye’s lips curved into a smile.
He took out his terminal and opened a web page.
Only then did Qin Muye see that the forum post he’d made that afternoon had a mountain of replies.
He saw a crowd of people all posting "I’m so jealous," envious that he had such a good female master.
Qin Muye couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow smugly.
’These people finally said something sensible.’
To be honest, sometimes Qin Muye even envied himself for being with Jiang Qingli.
But then, he saw a comment from a user named "Qf111": [OP’s been quiet for a while. Don’t tell me he actually took the supplement and went to... prove himself to his female master? No way, right?]
Qin Muye sneered.
’What an ignorant virgin. You can tell just by looking.’
’He doesn’t know a damn thing.’
’As if I need to take a supplement.’
’Jiang Qingli herself already admitted how capable I am.’
’From now on, we’ll only be more lovey-dovey.’
He casually deleted the post and looked up at the girl standing in the spotlight not far away, a smile playing on his lips.
Suddenly, the sound of high heels echoed from the corridor.
Qin Muye’s brow furrowed slightly, a flash of impatience in his eyes.
Then, a woman’s voice, devoid of any discernible emotion, sounded from behind him:
"You seem to be doing well for yourself, Muye."