Chapter 104: Going Crazy Missing My Girlfriend

In the dim and ambiguous room, Qiao Zhen felt as if she had fallen into a tender trap. Her backpack had fallen to the floor, and Qin Yichi pressed her forcefully against the door, leaving her unable to move. The rugged contours of the man blurred in the shadows, his gaze burning intensely. The air was thick with an indescribable emotion, as if he was whispering right by her neck.

He said he wanted to kiss her until he went mad.

Every word carried an intoxicating power that quickened her heartbeat.

Trapped between Qin Yichi and the door, Qiao Zhen could feel his burning chest gradually closing in as he leaned over her.

“Qin... mmph!”

Before she could finish speaking, her lips were immediately captured by his—warm and familiar breath invading her in an instant.

One hand pressed against the door, the other lifted Qiao Zhen’s chin, commanding her to tilt her head back and endure his advance with a certain dominance.

Her mind went blank; instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Sensing her willing cooperation, Qin Yichi’s gaze darkened with a depth that defied control.

This kiss was more urgent and fierce than the last, like a sudden storm raging across the sea.

He pried open her lips, eagerly sucking and claiming her sweetness, leaving no corner untouched, as if surveying his territory.

Pressing her down, kissing her deeply.

These past few days, Qin Yichi had truly gone mad—he wanted to hold her down and kiss her fiercely, to keep her close and fall asleep in her embrace, to take even more.

He thought of her when awake, dreamed of her when asleep.

He fought his desires relentlessly, cursing himself as a pervert, yet every time he saw Qiao Zhen, his self-control shattered into dust, utterly powerless.

Yet, in his arms, the girl was so obedient, so pure, smiling gently and soothing him tenderly, even promising to fulfill one of his wishes.

That only made him want to tease her more mercilessly.

Desire was like a bottomless pit, never truly satisfied...

The intimate sounds grew louder in the quiet space, releasing long-repressed, intense emotions that fermented in the air in delicate wisps.

“Mmm…” Qiao Zhen was kissed into a daze, utterly overwhelmed, soft whimpers escaping her lips.

She didn’t understand what was happening to her; her body felt strange, tingling all over, and unconsciously went limp.

Qin Yichi tightened his embrace around her waist, pulling them even closer, deepening the kiss.

Qiao Zhen barely managed to breathe, her head dizzy from the intensity.

Tears welled up in her eyes; fearing she might fall, she clung tightly to him as if holding onto the only lifeline.

She yielded to him, responding obediently.

What should she do?

She felt as if she were drowning in a warm, burning whirlpool.

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Not long after, Qiao Zhen’s face flushed bright red, her lashes trembling softly as she was completely suffused with Qin Yichi’s scent and presence.

Her body temperature rose steadily, her heartbeat wildly unbalanced.

Only when she was nearly breathless did Qin Yichi reluctantly release her.

He lowered his head to peck her soft cheek, his gaze focused and tender:

“I really like you, Zhenzhen.”

Qiao Zhen finally breathed in fresh air, her chest rising and falling deeply, as if revived.

Her cheeks burning, she buried her face in Qin Yichi’s shoulder and murmured softly:

“Mm… I like you very much, too.”

Her hands wrapped around his waist; when her face was hidden, she looked like a little creature relying on him.

Qin Yichi’s heart softened completely; he ruffled her hair and asked, “Was the kiss bearable?”

Qiao Zhen paused, then nodded slightly, “It was okay.”

Though Qin Yichi’s kisses felt overwhelming, almost suffocating at times, she could clearly feel his passionate and fierce love, and somehow she was willing to succumb.

She liked him.

Seeing her nod, Qin Yichi’s mood lifted, a warm current flooding through his chest and spreading to every limb.

He swiped his card, turning on the warm lights: “By the way, have you been sleeping well lately?”

Qiao Zhen replied, “Pretty well.”

Since they started dating, she had been happy every day. Perhaps because Qin Yichi gave her a strong sense of security, her sleep quality improved drastically, with nights free of dreams.

Qin Yichi’s voice, tinged with grievance, came from above: “But I haven’t been sleeping well.”

“In my dreams, you’re there, but when I wake up, you’re gone.”

Qiao Zhen looked up with concern, pinching his cheek gently, her eyes sparkling with a smile: “That’s why I’m here to keep you company tonight~”

Qin Yichi’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly; a sweetness bloomed in his heart that he couldn’t express.

He carried her to the bed: “Be good, wait here for a bit. I’ll take a shower first.”

Their kiss had been too heated.

He needed to cool down.

After he finished with a cold shower, Qiao Zhen obediently went in to wash, holding her pajamas.

The sound of running water through the glass seeped faintly into Qin Yichi’s ears, teasing his heartstrings.

After an unknown length of time, he finally saw Qiao Zhen emerge, crouching down to stuff things into her small backpack.

She had changed into a pure white nightgown, a small towel draped over her shoulders. Her long, black hair, like silk, hung wet over the towel.

She looked like an angel descended to the mortal world—pure, flawless, radiating the most innocent and beautiful light.

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Qin Yichi’s Adam’s apple rolled as his breath grew uneven; he stepped behind her:

“I’ll help you dry it.”

No sooner had he spoken than Qiao Zhen’s eyes widened slightly, and she happily threw herself into his arms. Standing on tiptoe, she kissed his right cheek softly, her voice gentle:

“You’re so nice~”

Qin Yichi’s dark eyes flickered with emotion as he carried her to the bathroom, closed the door, and plugged in the hairdryer.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Nice? Just wait.

Facing the mirror, he stood behind her and turned on the hairdryer, its hum filling the room.

His fingers parted her hair, patiently blowing from roots to tips, occasionally smoothing the strands.

The bathroom was misty and damp.

The air was fragrant with the scent of shower gel and shampoo—fresh fruits mixed with floral notes, soothing and invigorating.

Qiao Zhen didn’t particularly like drying her hair; it was tedious to hold the dryer for twenty minutes, tiring her arms.

Through the mirror, she could clearly see Qin Yichi’s face.

His features were strikingly handsome; stray bangs fell messily over his brow bones, his phoenix-like eyes deep and compelling, lips curled into a carefree, mischievous smile.

He wore a thin black nightshirt, the top two buttons undone. As his Adam’s apple moved, he looked even more devilishly charming.

Qiao Zhen’s gaze lingered on his throat for a moment before she slowly looked down.

Qin Yichi’s eyes focused on her hair, but his peripheral vision caught every small movement she made.

The smile on his lips deepened. His fingertips stroked her hair with a tender yet firm touch, like caressing delicate feathers, ensuring even warmth.

After about twenty minutes, her seaweed-like hair became voluminous and smooth.

Qin Yichi ruffled her hair: “All done.”

As the hairdryer’s hum faded, he unplugged it and placed it in the cabinet.

Qiao Zhen checked herself in the mirror and just as she turned around, strong arms suddenly wrapped around her waist.

She was lifted effortlessly, seated steadily on the washbasin.

“You…” She shrank her neck, instinctively clutching Qin Yichi’s shoulder, exclaiming, “What are you doing?”

Before she could react, Qin Yichi leaned close, his handsome face filling her view. His voice was lazy and enticing, his smile full of meaning:

“Doing what? Of course, doing something proper with my girlfriend.”