The Female Assassin Pretends to Be a Lamb in the Campus

Chapter 296

The next day,

Qin Hanyue had the little boy deliver a new quilt.

The quilt wasn't very thick, but at least it was warmer, cleaner and more comfortable than what Qiao Ying had now.

Qiao Ying hazily woke up to see Qin Hanyue walk in holding the quilt. The little boy peeked in through the wide open door and enviously said, "Your wife is so beautiful."

Qin Hanyue: "She is."

The little boy wanted to say more but Qin Hanyue closed the door.

He turned around to see Qiao Ying awake and looking at him.

"You're awake." Caught again, what luck.

But this time Qin Hanyue was much more composed as he took the quilt out of the bag, "I brought you a new quilt."

Qiao Ying, weak and seemingly too lazy to quibble with him, simply said, "Don't take such risks next time."

It was too conspicuous for a slum kid to go buy a quilt.

Qin Hanyue: "I know."

Qin Hanyue changed her quilt and brought her a cup of water to drink, "I cooked chicken soup to nourish you."

The little stove in the corner was burning hot. Qiao Ying smelled the rich chicken soup and uttered a word, "Fishy."

Qin Hanyue also smelled the fishiness, "If I hadn't lost my phone, I could look up cooking methods. Maybe it'd taste better."

As a cooking novice, Qin Hanyue had been fumbling to cook these past few days.

When the chicken soup finished cooking, Qin Hanyue tasted it like poison and spent a long time trying to improve the flavor, all to no avail. He brought over the bowl with a slightly complicated expression, "It's a little unappetizing. Want to try it?"

Qiao Ying: "How unappetizing?"

Qin Hanyue drank another mouthful, unable to describe it, "......"

Seeing his micro-expressions, Qiao Ying wanted to laugh, "Try it."

Qin Hanyue immediately brought it over and fed her a mouthful.

"How is it? Isn't it really unappetizing? Spit it out if you can't swallow it." He brought his hand to her mouth to catch it.

Qiao Ying swallowed it down, "Tastes like sewer water."

Such shocking words. Knowing it was unappetizing was one thing, but sewer water was going too far...

Qin Hanyue, who excelled in every area, felt a blow to his pride...

Qin Hanyue was silent.

Qiao Ying said, "Water quality issue."

Qin Hanyue: "I concur."

With the consolation, Qin Hanyue instantly cleared the clouds to see the sun.

He smoothly recovered his composure, "When we get back home, I'll use domestic water and ingredients to cook for you again. It'll definitely be different."

Suddenly there were many footsteps and voices outside the door. Qin Hanyue immediately went to the back of the door.

The small house was built from stone and mud bricks with a rickety little wooden door. Qin Hanyue peeked out through the cracks above the door and saw several children gathered outside.

Qin Hanyue came back in, "They're probably attracted by the chicken soup smell." The people here barely got enough to eat. They might not even get one full meal a month, let alone meat.

Qin Hanyue said, "We'll leave when you can get out of bed."

The slum was good for hiding, but they stood out too much here even if they didn't go out and no matter how they disguised themselves.

They safely passed another day.

When night fell, there were only a few dim lights in the vast slum. Everyone closed their doors early.

Qin Hanyue boiled hot water, preparing to wash Qiao Ying.

As she watched him bustle about with an injured hand, when he brought the water over and lifted her quilt to start unbuttoning her clothes,

He had just undone one button.

Qiao Ying said to him, "Seen me a few times now?"

The room was very dark. The lightbulb overhead was all fogged up after lighting countless generations.

To avoid awkwardness, after bringing the water over, Qin Hanyue undressed her in one go without pausing.

But Qiao Ying could always "provoke" him at critical moments.

Bold words led to bold deeds.

Qin Hanyue held the button over her chest. Looking at her, he subconsciously counted in his mind how many times he had undressed her.

But he answered, "...What?"

Qiao Ying looked into his eyes, "Do you like it?" It was a question.

Qin Hanyue: Could this bath still happen?

Qin Hanyue: "I sought your consent earlier."

Qiao Ying: "I didn't retract it - continue."

Qin Hanyue held the button without moving. With her staring at him like this, how could he continue? With her teasing him like this, how could he calmly wash her?

Seeing Qin Hanyue hesitate, Qiao Ying considerately turned her face away, not looking at him.

Qin Hanyue calmed himself before continuing.

She only wore a thin robe. There were several deep stab wounds that cut to the bone, especially on her shoulders, making it inconvenient to wear undergarments.

When the chest button opened, a flash of snowy whiteness was revealed.

The originally dim light that could appropriately block one's view now added a hint of hazy sexiness with that flash of white, like playing the pipa half-covering the face - a tempting provocation.

Last time when he washed her, she wasn't as clear-headed. Qiao Ying didn't tease him then. She even fell asleep before he finished washing her.

But this time, they were both very awake.

Despite facing someone he liked, Qin Hanyue didn't have such poor self-control. If Qiao Ying didn't tease him, his hands and feet wouldn't become so clumsy now, and his thoughts wouldn't be so frightfully active that he couldn't restrain them.

The hot towel avoided her wounds and carefully wiped her skin. His fingers inevitably touched her smooth body.

The feel of her chest was particularly soft. Qin Hanyue's big palm covered it over the thick towel.

He could still deeply feel its fullness.

Qin Hanyue only dared a fleeting brush, not lingering.

In the small house, only the occasional sound of water could be heard, along with the man's increasingly audible breathing.

Snowy whiteness was visible in the man's dark pupils - his eyes were hot.

Without conversation, time flowed exceptionally slowly. Unable to avoid looking, Qin Hanyue could only force himself to concentrate fully.

For Qin Hanyue, this was an extremely difficult test of willpower. He was this close to chanting scriptures to resist.

His scalding palm lightly clasped her slender waist, carefully lifting bit by bit as he used the towel to wipe her lower back.

The test ended with Qin Hanyue sweating profusely.

Qin Hanyue awkwardly breathed out and put her clothes back on.

As he clumsily buttoned up the clothes to hide her spring scenery, it didn't hinder things too much.

After calming down a bit, he finally dared to raise his eyes to look at her.

But he saw Qiao Ying had turned her face away, her delicate neck revealing clear, slender lines.

She might not have noticed herself, but her ears and neck were flushed with a light pink. Her body temperature had risen a lot.

Seeing this, Qin Hanyue lowered his head and kissed her soft neck.

The girl's body stiffened, then she closed her eyes the next moment.

Qin Hanyue looked at her taut jawline, the corners of his lips curving up slightly. He thought: As expected, all talk.