The Killer's Cleansing Manual

Chapter 192 Can't Think of a Title 2

She met a pair of longing eyes, which stared at her without concealing their desire at all.

"Mianmian, it won't hurt if you don't give this bowl away now, but if you leave now, I will be heartbroken."

After she finished speaking, she covered her face. Qi Zhaomian could only see a pair of downward-turned lips, and he couldn't help but feel soft-hearted.

"you……"

But just as she put the bowl down, there was a slight sound, and the world was spinning around her. She was dragged into the quilt by some scheming person.

Qi Zhaomian screamed, and in the blink of an eye he was pressed down on the bed, his heart becoming more and more panicked.

Lin Shanjuan pursed his lips tightly and stared at her from top to bottom. There was no trace of the sadness he had just felt.

Qi Zhaomian was both embarrassed and angry: "Lin Shanjuan—how could you lie…"

"It's not a lie." Lin Shanjuan leaned over and kissed her forehead. "This is... a way to get into the Princess's bed."

Qi Zhaomian suddenly remembered that he seemed to have said something like "If you can get into bed with me, you are capable", but he didn't expect that this person would really...

"I... I didn't think so." She was being completely oblivious.

Lin Shan laughed wearily, "I never told His Highness that he had thought of this. Why did some people confess without being asked?"

Qi Zhaomian became more and more shy, biting his lips lightly with his teeth, trying to make a final struggle: "Tonight..."

Lin Shanjuan didn't hesitate to continue, picking up where she left off: "Again... tonight? What's wrong with me if I miss you so much?"

The silk was entangled and fell outside the bed curtain. Every inch of Qi Zhaomian's skin was shy. No matter how many times they were intimate, she would always feel shy.

Lin Shanjuan untied the bed curtains, blocking out all the sunlight. Although the light inside the bed was dim, it was not so dim that it was impossible to see, which created an ambiguous scene.

Qi Zhaomian was like a beautiful jade displayed only to Lin Shanjuan, vivid and charming, with a hint of anger and infatuation.

Her eyes were like the dark surface of a lake at night, covered with a layer of misty fog, deep and silent. They could drag Lin Shanjuan into the vortex of dementia, but could also make her immerse herself in this amber and wander happily.

Those two curved eyebrows had completely lost their usual calmness and composure. Their brows were slightly gathered, as if they wanted to say something but hesitated, as if they were rejecting, but also as if they were inviting. Just the pair of eyebrows contained charm, which made Lin Shanjuan savor it endlessly.

At this moment, it is hard to tell whether it is day or night. The feeling of comfort is everywhere, floating up and down, making people intoxicated.

Some say that the touch of a loved one is the only effective way to relieve fatigue. If this statement is applicable to a certain extent, then for Qi Zhaomian, the caress from Lin Shanjuan is equivalent to finding a shore where she can dock forever.

She doesn't need to be afraid or anxious. Lin Shanjuan will be by her side and will accompany her for a long time.

Even sticky sweat cannot restrain the fiery love. As the sun sets, passion bursts forth, and the cold of the night is completely melted by the heat before it even begins.

Qi Zhaomian imagined herself as a kite bound by a silk thread, flying up and down in the sky. She only had a silk thread held in Lin Shanjuan's hand, and the kite flew up and down, sometimes far away, sometimes near, but she did not feel panicked, but felt extremely free.

Lin Shanjuan was so protective of her, so devoted to her. He comforted her when she felt mild pain, and comforted her when she felt severe pain, as if she were feeding her medicine at a steady pace. Two tears fell from the corners of Qi Zhaomian's eyes, overflowing with happiness, not sadness.

Outside the window, an unknown bird was singing melodiously. It was competing with Qi Zhaomian, even though Qi Zhaomian's voice was so gentle and restrained.

How could Lin Shanjuan not have a possessive desire? When she bullied others, Qi Zhaomian was really annoyed, but she would never let anyone else hear the sound from her throat.

Lin Shanjuan regarded this as a feast that only she could enjoy.

From afternoon to dusk, the tenderness of spring continues endlessly.

Lin Shanjuan was a traveler who had been trapped in the desert for many days. Now he hugged a coconut tree tightly, finally sucked his fill of the sweet coconut juice, and fell asleep contentedly leaning against the tree.

As for Qi Zhaomian, she was really eaten up, without even a trace of silk left. After bathing, she had no energy to do anything else.

The two of them didn't eat dinner and slept until dawn.

I went to bed early last night and didn’t stay in bed much this morning.

Lin Shanjuan volunteered to help her with her makeup. She had learned the art of hair-doing from the nanny and now she really wanted to give it a try.

Qi Zhaomian felt unwell all over. Although he had rested for a long time, he still felt uncomfortable. After washing his face, he closed his eyes and rested, letting Lin Shan toss and turn.

Lin Shanjuan was very careful with his movements as if he was treating a treasure. He combed each strand of hair again and again, as if he was afraid of hurting her.

Qi Zhaomian accidentally opened his eyes and saw her slow progress, so he couldn't help but urge her.

"I have to go to the palace later to check on the various arrangements for the New Year. If I'm any slower, I might not be able to comb my hair until night."

Lin Shanjuan quickened his pace upon hearing this. As his concentration was on his hair, his tone of explanation was much lower, and he sounded guilty.

"I'm worried about hurting you..."

Qi Zhaomian suddenly remembered some words from a few hours ago. Those unbearable questions that fell on her temples made her ears blush.

"You...don't say these things in broad daylight."

Lin Shanjuan didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said, but he didn't argue. After helping her put on a hairpin, he breathed a sigh of relief and started the next step.

Qi Zhaomian's waist became more sore after sitting for a long time, so he subconsciously held his lower back and rubbed it. When Lin Shanjuan saw this, he felt even more distressed.

"When you come back, I'll give you a good massage. It must have been yesterday..."

Qi Zhaomian was about to stop him when she realized that something was wrong with this statement and quickly muttered to herself:

"Oh no, you can't say this during the day."

Qi Zhaomian was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, so he simply closed his eyes and rested, ignoring her.

Perhaps Lin Shanjuan's hair-doing skills were really good, as Qi Zhaomian had been busy all day with her hair done for over an hour without any hair coming loose. After dinner, Lin Shanjuan undid her hair one by one.

Her long black hair fell all over her shoulders. Lin Shanjuan sniffed her hair lightly and brushed her hair with a kiss on his lips.

Qi Zhaomian saw the infatuated look on her face in the mirror, especially the reflection of herself being hugged from behind by Lin Shanjuan, with his eyes half open, kissing her from behind and all the way to her front.

Once shyness was triggered, it was out of control. Qi Zhaomian subconsciously pulled her sleeve and said, "Don't do it here."

Lin Shanjuan chuckled and kissed her cheek softly: "I was tired yesterday. I promised to give you a massage, so I won't bother you tonight."

Qi Zhaomian felt a little lost, but the next second he was picked up by Lin Shanjuan and gently placed on the bed.

She lay in the quilt, feeling Lin Shanjuan's palms pressing on the sore and swollen meridians with just the right amount of pressure, and the slightest sense of loss completely disappeared.

Lin Shanjuan was originally concentrating, but she couldn't resist Qi Zhaomian's body humming softly in her palm, and she felt her mind wander as she pressed on.

In the end, he relied on the little bit of conscience that was left to support his sanity, but he was not immune and collapsed in the midst of Qi Zhaomian's soft cry.

"…Are you feeling better?"

Qi Zhaomian had no idea that a storm was coming, and as soon as he said "hmm", the lights were turned off.

She quickly grabbed Lin Shanjuan's hand: "Didn't you say not tonight..."

Lin Shanjuan was quite self-conscious: "I am not trustworthy. I always lied to you about this matter. Don't believe me next time!"

Qi Zhaomian: ...