Qin Muye, with the girl’s finger in his mouth, froze solid at her words.

His gray-blue eyes widened, then showed a hint of confusion, as if he had only just remembered that was a thing.

After a moment’s daze, Qin Muye lowered his head, his voice awkward. "Then..."

The last few words were very soft and mumbled.

Jiang Qingli asked, "What?"

The young man’s ears turned red. He frowned, and after a good while, he leaned in close to Jiang Qingli’s ear.

Just as he was about to speak, the doorbell rang.

Jiang Qingli turned her head, her lips accidentally brushing against his.

It was as if a jolt of electricity shot through them, and they both froze.

A few seconds later, Qin Muye suddenly dipped his head and bit down on her lip, crushing his mouth against hers with fierce intensity.

This wasn’t their first kiss.

But he seemed to be like this every time.

Fervent, direct, intense—the burgeoning emotion was almost enough to melt a person.

Jiang Qingli felt a searing heat in her chest, and she parted her lips, letting him have his way.

Her hands, sticky with raspberry juice, climbed onto his shoulders and neck, leaving a messy trail of red stains on the young man’s cool, pale skin.

The doorbell rang again, inopportunely grating on their nerves.

"Qin... Mmph..."

Jiang Qingli tried to pull away.

But the male, addicted to the kiss, was in no mood to stop. He seized both her wrists with one hand and, taking advantage of her distraction, sucked harder at her lips.

Her lips were going numb. After struggling to no avail, Jiang Qingli simply raised her knee and jabbed it forward.

Qin Muye’s entire body instantly went rigid, and a muffled groan escaped his throat.

Taking a small step back, Jiang Qingli urged him, "Go and see who it is."

His hands loosened. Qin Muye shot Jiang Qingli a resentful look and walked to the door with a very strange gait.

Pressing the button for the video doorbell, Qin Muye saw a delivery robot standing outside, a logo for some large logistics company on its chest.

’It must be something Jiang Qingli bought.’

’Seriously, where’s Yi Nuo? He’s the one who’s supposed to handle these things.’

’Wait... I’m the one who sent Yi Nuo away.’

’Never mind, then.’

Seeing Qin Muye inside, the robot bowed and said respectfully, "Hello. Your package has been delivered to this address. Please sign for it."

In his current state, it wasn’t convenient for Qin Muye to be seen by anyone (even a robot). He said coolly, "Just leave it at the door."

"Understood." A pixelated smile appeared on the robot’s face screen. "As a reminder, this is a private, custom-made item with fully confidential delivery for absolute security and privacy... therefore, it is non-returnable and non-exchangeable."

’A private item?’

’And custom-made?’

’Clothes?’

After the robot left, Qin Muye opened the door and picked up the package.

There was nothing written on the surface of the box; the privacy protection was quite thorough.

He weighed it in his hand. It was a bit heavy and seemed to be full of things. He could also hear the faint sound of rattling chains.

’What kind of clothes have so many chains?’

Qin Muye was curious but didn’t ask. He walked over to Jiang Qingli and handed it to her. "Here, this is yours."

"Okay."

Jiang Qingli thought it was a doll or something she had bought on the Star Network before. After making two glasses of sparkling water with the washed raspberries, she had Qin Muye hold them and started opening the package as she walked upstairs.

Halfway through opening it, she abruptly clutched the box, whipping her head around to stare at Qin Muye, her pupils trembling.

Qin Muye, who was following behind her, was taken aback and a bit baffled. "What’s wrong?"

Jiang Qingli opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

But her fair cheeks and the tips of her ears slowly turned pink.

She took a deep breath, whipped her head back around, and rushed up the stairs. She disappeared into her room, slamming the door shut with a BANG.

Qin Muye: ?

’What’s wrong?’

’Did I do something to make her unhappy again?’

Qin Muye walked to the master bedroom door, feeling a little anxious. He raised his hand to knock but, afraid of making another mistake, ended up squatting by the door and slowly sipping his sparkling water.

On the other side of the door, Jiang Qingli had shut it behind her. She opened the package and dumped out its contents.

A large pile of items tumbled out onto the carpet.

A pure white leather collar with a dangling chain, a full three pairs of silver handcuffs, and even... a whip.

The craftsmanship was very exquisite. She picked one up to look at it, and the faint clinking of the chains made her face burn.

Furious, Jiang Qingli tossed the items aside.

’That damned Qin Muye! When he handed it to me just now, I actually thought the guy had finally figured it out and was giving me a gift.’

’But it turns out they’re for his own enjoyment!’

’He really does have some special hobbies, doesn’t he!’

Jiang Qingli swept all the items together. She originally wanted to seal the box back up and throw it at Qin Muye, but then she worried that he might actually enjoy that. After a moment’s thought, she stuffed everything under the bed.

Tomorrow was the weekend, and Lin Xiyue had invited Jiang Qingli and two other junior students to her house for tutoring on the basics of spiritual power.

’I’ll have Yi Nuo take them away and secretly throw them out before I go.’

’I’m his master, that’s true, but I will absolutely not encourage this little puppy’s depraved tastes! And I definitely won’t let him seize the initiative!’

In the afternoon, Jiang Qingli finally came out of the bedroom, but she went straight into the study.

Qin Muye had no choice but to take out a book as well and force himself to read.

After dinner, she went back to the study, sitting on the carpet and leaning against the wall to read.

Qin Muye was beside her, fidgeting restlessly.

’We finally have the house to ourselves today, so what’s the point of just reading the whole time?’

Qin Muye dawdled for a moment before shuffling over to Jiang Qingli’s side. His fingers, restless, tapped intermittently against the back of her hand.

’I want to hold her hand.’

’But I’m too embarrassed to initiate it.’

’How is this any different from a little puppy wagging a toy in front of its master...?’

’Wait, stop thinking about the toys.’

Jiang Qingli shook her head, closed her book, and beckoned to Qin Muye with her finger. "Come on, time for your healing."

"Just healing?"

Emboldened by her talking to him first, Qin Muye grew a little braver. He planted a hand on the floor beside her, closing the distance, and stared at her intently.

He made no effort to hide the craving in his eyes.

Jiang Qingli’s knuckles twitched, but she didn’t agree.

’I can’t agree. Otherwise, he’ll definitely ask to use those things.’

She cleared her throat, tapped him on the head with her book, and put on a serious expression. "Healing first."

Seeing her insistence, Qin Muye didn’t object. He obediently allowed her to enter his spiritual world.

Qin Muye’s corruption level was currently around 50%. Jiang Qingli spent half an hour soothing his Spiritual Body.

She had originally thought her spiritual power would be somewhat depleted after healing Baili Jing last time.

But this time, it went surprisingly smoothly. When she withdrew, she only felt a slight dizziness and no other major discomfort.

After finishing the healing, Jiang Qingli found a Repair Gemstone had appeared in her palm.

"I heard these are helpful for recovering spiritual power."

The snow leopard’s tail patted the carpet a little shyly. Qin Muye wasn’t good at taking credit, so he just said dryly, "You should try it."

After she used it, both her spiritual power and her mood improved significantly.

She reached out and pinched the tip of the snow leopard’s ear. "Thanks."

"Reward," Qin Muye reminded her.

’A good little puppy deserves a reward.’

Jiang Qingli tilted her head slightly, and he, without any prompting, leaned in and kissed her.

He wanted to follow his instincts but didn’t dare to be forceful, and his hesitant dawdling only made him more uncomfortable.

After a moment of passionate kissing, Qin Muye arched his back slightly, trying to pull away discreetly.

But the girl’s slender fingertips hooked onto his belt...

The night seemed to gradually deepen, and the chirping of unknown insects drifted in from the garden.

But Qin Muye had no mind to pay attention to any of that.

He only knew that her fingers were soft and nimble.

The air grew extremely stuffy, and every movement made him feel dizzy.

He couldn’t stop himself from arching his neck, his eyes half-closed in a daze as he struggled to find Jiang Qingli’s lips.

As he lowered his head, her gaze fell on his neck, and Jiang Qingli once again thought of the items in the package.

"You..." The girl leaned in and bit his ear, spitting out the word viciously, "Per-vert!"

BOOM.

At her words, an unprecedented sound escaped Qin Muye’s lips, and his vision exploded with brilliant fireworks.

A few seconds later, he leaned weakly against Jiang Qingli’s shoulder.

Jiang Qingli wanted to wash her hands. She had just started to get up when he suddenly cupped her face and kissed her.

As their breaths mingled, Jiang Qingli heard his coquettish voice, thick and clingy against her lips:

"Don’t go... I don’t want a divorce anymore..."