Dashing Student-Chapter 693: Can You Help Me?

And so, Chen Nan and top-tier actress Shen Qinglan began their shameless cohabitation.

The two reveled in their indulgence nightly, finding unprecedented satisfaction in their carnal delights.

Though Shen Qinglan always maintained her cool goddess image in public, with every graceful smile on the red carpet intimidating, in private with Chen Nan, she acted like a little bitch in heat, insatiable in her desires.

Her perfect body, usually wrapped in high-end bespoke dresses, turned into a pool of spring water beneath Chen Nan, her snow-white skin always marked with post-passion red splotches.

Fortunately, Chen Nan practiced the "Scripture of the Hidden Talisman" and now possessed cultivation at the Qi Refining Fourth Layer; otherwise, with Shen Qinglan's seemingly insatiable desires, an ordinary man would have long been drained!

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains onto the disordered bed.

Chen Nan carefully removed Shen Qinglan's arm from around his waist, the jade-like smooth skin still bearing the marks of last night's passion.

He dressed quietly and glanced back at the sleeping beauty—her seaweed-like long hair scattered across the pillow, thick eyelashes casting shadows on her face, her swollen lips slightly parted, her exposed fragrant shoulder covered with kiss marks, with the sheets hinting at curves that set one's blood racing!

Remembering the passion of last night, a charming smile appeared on his face.

Then, Chen Nan tiptoed out of the bedroom, afraid of waking the satiated little beast.

After washing up, he came to the kitchen and cooked two bowls of vegetable and shredded pork noodles, the aroma filling the room. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

He carried one bowl to the East Wing.

Upon entering, Wu Qiong was lying at the head of the bed looking at her phone, lazily raising her gaze at the noise.

Dark circles hung under her eyes, and her usually spirited eyes were filled with bloodshot, making her look languid and dispirited.

"How did Miss Wu rest last night?" Chen Nan placed the bowl on the bedside table and asked with a smile.

Chen Nan suddenly felt a rush of heat creeping up from his neck to his ears.

The images of last night with Shen Qinglan flashed uncontrollably in his mind—the gasps, the bed creaking, the ambiguous sounds of bodies colliding.

All of it was now evidence of public exposure.

He instinctively touched the back of his neck, where there were still red marks from Shen Qinglan's passionate grip.

"Sorry, I'll be more careful in the future." Chen Nan cleared his throat, his voice deeper than usual.

As he bent over to lift Wu Qiong, he noticed her giving him a meaningful look.

Those always sharp phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, with a tear mole at the corner seductively highlighted by the morning light.

"You guys went at it eight times last night." Wu Qiong's gaze slowly moved downward to his waist, "Are you sure you can still lift me?"

Chen Nan's lips curved in a confident smile, the muscles in his strong arms tensing into smooth lines in the morning light, "Not just eight times, even eighteen times—"

When his hand touched the damp sheet under Wu Qiong's legs, his brows instantly knit into a knot, "Did you... wet yourself?"

"What nonsense are you talking?! How could I wet myself?" Wu Qiong's face flushed crimson, from her ears down to her collarbones.

She anxiously tugged the blanket over herself, inadvertently exposing more of the damp sheets.

The dark water stains spread radially on the beige sheets, standing out starkly.

The scenes from last night surged back like a tide, the continuous moans from the next room igniting her sleepless night.

Her fingers unconsciously slipped under her nightdress, fantasizing that it was Chen Nan touching her.

At the height of passion, she even bit the corner of her pillow, afraid to let out those embarrassing sounds...

Chen Nan's nose twitched.

Besides the scent of antiseptic, there was a hint of a sweet, tangy musk in the air.

This realization made his Adam's apple quiver involuntarily, his gaze drawn uncontrollably to Wu Qiong's closed legs.

Those legs trembled slightly, their rounded knees tinged pink as if from intense friction.

"Since it's not incontinence..." Chen Nan's voice suddenly lowered, his fingers pinching the liquid on the sheet, "What is this?" He asked knowingly, observing Wu Qiong's expression of shame and anger, a secretive sense of conquest swelling in his chest.

Wu Qiong glared fiercely at Chen Nan, "None of your business?!"

Though she glared at Chen Nan fiercely, she exuded an oddly adorable ferocity.

Chen Nan didn't continue to tease her, gently lifting her up and carrying her to the bathroom...

As Chen Nan's arm passed under Wu Qiong's knees, he clearly felt her whole body stiffen.

The body that was always so brave and vigorous now felt as soft as a cotton ball, emitting a faint fragrance—not the scent of medicine, but a woman's post-passion sweetness, mingled with last night's lingering amorous atmosphere!

"Relax a bit." Chen Nan murmured, his Adam's apple moving unconsciously.

The sound of the bathroom door being kicked open awoke the dazed Wu Qiong.

She instinctively clamped her legs together, making that moist area press more distinctly against Chen Nan's forearm.

The two inhaled sharply at the same time, and through the thin fabric, Chen Nan could even feel the unusual heat from that part of her.

"I can do it myself..." Wu Qiong's voice trembled, but as she tried to stand, she let out a muffled groan.

The tearing pain in her waist made her stumble forward, caught by Chen Nan's arm around her waist.

This move pressed her entire back against the man's chest, the neckline of her nightgown askew, revealing a shoulder as white as snow.

The mirror showed their intertwined reflections—Chen Nan saw his hand resting on Wu Qiong's flat belly, the eyelashes of the person in his embrace quivering violently, her cheeks flushed like peach blossoms in March.

Even worse, a certain warm liquid was seeping through the fabric to his fingertips.

"You're not fully healed, you can't exert yourself at this point!" Chen Nan earnestly warned.

Wu Qiong hung her head, a strand of black hair sticking to her sweat-damp neck, her voice like a mosquito's hum, "Could you help me take off my pants?"

Chen Nan agreed with a sound, then reached to pull her pants down.

The moment the cotton fabric slipped down, Chen Nan's pupils contracted sharply—those thighs were drenched, the glistening liquid even trickling down the inner skin.

"Don't look!" Wu Qiong's face was bright red, trying to cover up but aggravating the wound on her waist, causing her to fall back.

Chen Nan hurriedly caught her, his hand inadvertently pressed on her most private area.

The two froze simultaneously, Wu Qiong's ears burning red enough to drip blood, and the sensation in Chen Nan's palm was soft beyond belief!

"Well, it wasn't intentional!" Chen Nan exclaimed awkwardly, then helped her sit on the toilet, thoughtfully turning his back.

After she was done, Chen Nan stepped forward, intending to help her pull up her pants and go out for breakfast, as the noodles would become a lump if left too long...

But at this moment, Wu Qiong looked at Chen Nan with a flushed face, her beautiful eyes filled with shy color: "Doctor Chen, it's sticky down there; could you help me wash it?"