Chapter 113: Make Sure My Little Birthday Star Is Satisfied~

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Qiao Zhen cracked the door open but shyly hid by the entrance, feeling utterly embarrassed. Unexpectedly, Qin Yichi pushed the door wide open and, with a gentle yet commanding tone, swept her into his arms. His voice was low and husky:

“Is it uncomfortable to wear? Or do you not like this style? Isn’t it quite pretty?”

Without any defense, Qiao Zhen was lifted onto the large bed and even bounced twice due to its softness. Struggling, she sat up and immediately covered his eyes with her hands precisely:

“You’re not allowed to look!!”

Qiao Zhen gritted her teeth in frustration.

What a villain.

He was doing this on purpose—definitely premeditated!

Qin Yichi, however, curled his lips slightly, didn’t try to grab her hands, and allowed her to cover his eyes, completely relaxed:

“Why won’t you let me look? Haven’t I touched you everywhere?”

His words stopped her short. She wanted to retort but found no reason to do so.

Lowering her head slightly, she pressed her lips together.

The truth was, the outfit was unbearably provocative.

No, it couldn’t even be called an outfit!

Suddenly, a muffled chuckle came from Qin Yichi’s throat, a deep, teasing sound that was irresistibly enticing.

Qiao Zhen snapped her eyes up, warily watching him.

Still with her hands over his eyes, Qin Yichi’s lips curved into a mischievous smirk as he reached to unbutton his pajamas:

“To be fair, I should be honest too, okay?”

His long, defined fingers unfastened the buttons one by one, peeling off the black pajamas to reveal a sensual collarbone and sculpted abs, faintly showing a perfect V-line.

The shape and tone of his muscles were flawless—smooth, superior lines without a trace of excess fat, utterly impeccable.

Strong and powerful, radiating intense sexual energy.

Qiao Zhen was stunned for two seconds; her right hand covering his eyes stiffened slightly.

The next moment, as if sensing her hesitation, the man grabbed her wrist and firmly pressed her hand against his abs.

The burning sensation traveled from his fingertips, spreading through her limbs and bones.

Qiao Zhen’s heart seemed to scorch, her mind momentarily blank as she stammered, “W-what are you doing?”

Qin Yichi raised an eyebrow playfully, his gaze enchanting, like a tempting demon, and slowly leaned closer:

“What, don’t you like it?”

When he said this, Qin Yichi strangely felt confident—not out of vanity, but because—

During their hot spring trip, Qiao Zhen’s eyes had lit up staring at his abs, and even when drunk, she kept wanting to touch them, feeling wronged if she was denied.

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He had witnessed it all.

Without her hand blocking his sight, Qin Yichi could now fully see Qiao Zhen’s entire figure:

The pale pink sheer fabric fluttered lightly, the young woman’s curves half-concealed, her waist slender and supple, skin flawless like white jade.

Pure and alluring, like petals blooming in early spring, irresistible to pluck.

It truly suited her.

Qin Yichi slowly moved her hand along his abs.

At 11:30 p.m., rain hammered against the window in a steady downpour; the air was humid and sultry.

After an unknown length of time, Qin Yichi tilted his head slightly, smirking mischievously:

“How does it feel?”

Qiao Zhen was caught between wanting to resist and being utterly unable to withstand his strong seduction—she was nearly losing her mind.

She braved a change of subject: “Qin Yichi, you’re so naughty.”

He stared at her, slowly releasing her hand, then asked earnestly:

“So, to be fair, is it my turn to touch now?”

“Huh?” Qiao Zhen blinked in confusion, her hand still resting on his abs. Before she could react, Qin Yichi pressed her down onto the bed again.

He grabbed both her wrists in one hand, raising them above her head, rendering her completely immobile.

Qiao Zhen’s heart raced uncontrollably; she even forgot to breathe.

At that moment, his hot breath brushed her neck, and he whispered in her ear:

“It’s your birthday today. I can help you.”

He coaxed her little by little, patiently waiting like a hunter for his prey to surrender.

After a long moment, Qiao Zhen murmured softly, “N-no, I don’t need…”

“Don’t need?”

Qin Yichi’s other hand tangled in her hair, his voice dripping with temptation:

“Really? But your body says it likes me.”

Hearing this, Qiao Zhen felt a tingling rush of hormones envelop her, her breath completely thrown off.

Seizing the opportunity, Qin Yichi pinched her cheek:

“Liars turn into little piggies.”

Qiao Zhen’s ears flushed crimson. Turning her face away, she stammered:

“Then… maybe… like last time?”

Thinking of his rough fingers, her legs felt hot and trembling.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, her heart was pounding wildly, growing ever more chaotic.

She wanted to bury herself in the earth, curl up under the covers, unwilling for anyone to discover her.

Under Qin Yichi’s direct and intense gaze, Qiao Zhen quietly shifted aside, only to be firmly grasped by the waist.

He stared deep into her eyes:

“But this time, I’ll help you in a different way.”

“Promise my little birthday star will be satisfied~”

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Qiao Zhen had a bad feeling: “What way?”

Qin Yichi leaned in slightly and whispered a few words into her ear.

In the next instant, Qiao Zhen’s pupils contracted sharply as she stared incredulously at his lips.

The man’s lips were very sensual; when he kissed, it was fierce, urgent, and wild.

She instinctively recoiled: “Y-you don’t mind?”

At those words, Qin Yichi’s dark eyes swirled with a deep desire as he pulled her into his embrace, a seductive gleam in his eyes:

“I’m more than happy.”

...

Late at night, in the dim, intoxicating room, their heated breaths mingled and spread.

The tension in Qiao Zhen’s mind snapped like a frayed string, her whole body trembling lightly.

Her face burned with blush, tears quietly slipping from her lips.

Until Qin Yichi sat up and asked if she liked it, Qiao Zhen silently pulled the blanket over her face, curling up like a little turtle hiding in its shell:

“Y-yes... I like it...”

Qin Yichi’s heart melted completely. After tidying up, he went back to the bathroom for a cold shower and to rinse his mouth.

He stayed in the bathroom for a long time before changing into pajamas and turning off the lights.

The room fell into complete darkness, their breathing more audible than ever.

After exchanging goodnights, Qin Yichi held her close as usual, affectionate and tender.

But that night, Qiao Zhen couldn’t sleep; she tossed and turned carefully, her mind filled with moments from earlier.

Help...

She was utterly overwhelmed, completely captivated.

Deep into the night, Qin Yichi seemed sound asleep.

After much hesitation, Qiao Zhen rolled into his arms, secretly kissed his left cheek, and whispered softly:

“I love you.”

Very much, very deeply.

Having said this, Qiao Zhen closed her eyes contentedly and fell into a sweet dream long after.

What she didn’t know was that the moment she fell asleep, Qin Yichi’s eyes suddenly opened.

Holding her close, he pressed a gentle and sincere kiss to her forehead:

“My dear, I love you too.”