Urban Tale: The Beautiful and Obedient Little Maid~

Under the soft, hazy light of the bedroom, Qin Yichi’s deep eyes began to churn with a turbulent tide. His reason was slowly burning away, consuming every thought.

Qiao Zhen sat kneeling obediently on the plush white bed, dressed in a black-and-white maid outfit with transparent lace trim that revealed vast expanses of snow-white skin. She wore a matching headpiece, and a tiny golden bell was tied around her neck. She looked sweet and pure to the extreme, like a brilliant, lustrous pearl.

Qin Yichi’s Adam’s apple bobbed continuously. His blood pulsed through his veins, and every single cell in his body roared with frantic intensity. His gaze swept over her from head to toe: the maid outfit, the bell, the ultra-short skirt, the white stockings…

Qiao Zhen lifted her clear, innocent eyes cautiously, clutching the hem of her skirt in nervousness, and whispered his name: "Qin Yichi..." She bowed her head slightly, her heart hammering faster and faster.

Her friends had hand-picked this outfit for her, insisting it was perfect and would surely hook him. Chen Meixiang’s exact words had been: "Wear this, and you’ll definitely make the corners of his mouth curl up; you'll probably drive your biker boy absolutely wild." Sheng Lulu had chimed in, "Don't worry, if he can resist this, he’s not a man! Go get him, Zhenzhen!" Yun Yue had added quietly, "To be honest, you could hook him even if you did nothing at all..."

Half a minute passed. Qiao Zhen’s inner anxiety was spinning out of control. She snuck a glance at his reaction, but Qin Yichi stood frozen, as if struck by lightning. Qiao Zhen bit her lip, barely daring to breathe, her heart rate in complete disarray.

The next second, Qin Yichi turned and rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

The room fell into sudden silence. Qiao Zhen bit her lip hard, her nose stinging with a strange sense of grievance. This shouldn't be happening. Did Qin Yichi really not like her like this? That was impossible.

In reality, inside the bathroom, Qin Yichi stared at himself in the mirror with a darkened expression, specifically at the nosebleed that was stubbornly streaming down.

"..." Not again.

The last time he’d had a nosebleed was four years ago on Valentine’s Day, when Qiao Zhen had sung "Dangerously" on stage in a stunning rose-red dress, setting his blood on fire. He had thought his self-control had improved over the last four years, but he hadn't expected that a mere change of clothes would shatter his hard-earned restraint in an instant. As he splashed cold water on his face, he couldn't help but wonder: was February 14th just cursed for him?

On the large bed, Qiao Zhen was still fretting.

Since they had started dating, they had never gone further than helping each other out. She knew Qin Yichi was being considerate, not wanting to rush her, but he couldn't keep taking cold showers forever. Besides, they had been married in their past life; what was there to be afraid of? Qiao Zhen let out a soft sigh, a sense of frustration spreading through her heart.

Suddenly, the bathroom door clicked open.

Qiao Zhen looked up, and in an instant, a dark shadow lunged forward, pushing her onto the bed and pinning her down firmly. Before she could even react, the man descended with a flurry of kisses that left her breathless. Qin Yichi pressed one hand against her thigh and used the other to grip her chin, his voice unusually hoarse and low: "Trying to hook me?"

The room was filled with warm air, and the man’s scorching breath and overwhelming masculinity enveloped Qiao Zhen completely. Qin Yichi moved his right hand from her chin to flick the bell at her throat. A crisp, melodic chime rang out.

Pinned to the bed, Qiao Zhen wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice trembling: "Do you... like it?"

Her breathing was ragged, a faint pink blush creeping up her ears and cheeks, and her eyes were shimmering with a watery, captivating luster. Qin Yichi’s gaze was searing; he leaned down to nibble on her earlobe and breathed deeply: "Qiao Xiaozhen, I love you to death!"

Hearing his unhesitating affirmation, Qiao Zhen’s heart finally settled. She replied softly, "I love you, too. I love you the most."

Qin Yichi struggled with every ounce of his strength to remain composed, the veins on his forehead bulging. He braced himself on either side of her, looking into her eyes with intense seriousness: "We’re doing this for real tonight. Are you sure?"

Qiao Zhen looked up, stunned; she hadn't expected that even after such an obvious hint, he would still ask for her consent so respectfully. Her eyes grew hot, and she nodded gently. She felt as though her bones had melted, leaving her like a block of cream ready to dissolve on the bed.

Qiao Zhen’s voice was sweet and steady: "I’m sure."

The moment she finished, the fire in Qin Yichi’s eyes could no longer be suppressed. It felt as if a massive explosion had occurred in his heart, the sparks instantly spreading through his entire body and sinking deep into his bones. He abruptly got up to call the front desk. Minutes later, a hotel robot knocked on the door, delivering a full box of supplies.

Ten count, extra large.

Qin Yichi tore open the packaging, and when he turned back to look at Qiao Zhen, his phoenix eyes were filled with a deep, wicked intensity. He looked like a hunter in total control.

Qiao Zhen’s heart skipped a beat, a subconscious sense of danger warning her. For a fleeting moment, she truly felt like a little rabbit about to be devoured alive. She lowered her head and quietly scooted back, but in an instant, Qin Yichi pressed down on her, pinning both her wrists above her head with one hand. He held her in a dominant, forceful embrace, coaxing her gently: "Be good. Don't run."

...

Outside the window, the night was pitch black, as if painted with thick ink. A crescent moon hung like a hook, and the stars flickered with faint, crystalline light. Everything had fallen into a deep, quiet slumber, save for the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Hours had passed since midnight. Qiao Zhen’s eyes were unfocused, crystal-clear tears hanging from her lashes, threatening to fall. Her vision was clouded, and fragmented sounds escaped her lips. Her mind was a complete mush; she couldn't think at all. She vaguely remembered that she had something very, very important to tell Qin Yichi, but she had completely forgotten it. *Wuu...*

The room grew exceptionally still. Qiao Zhen was sore all over and exhausted, collapsing on the bed, relieved that she could finally get some sleep. But then, the sound of plastic being ruthlessly torn open echoed behind her once more!

Hearing that sound made Qiao Zhen want to cry. Help, what was she going to do? She had completely underestimated Qin Yichi's stamina. Of course, a professional racer who trained at high intensity every day had physical endurance that no ordinary man could compare to...

"Ding-ding~"

The crisp, melodic sound of the bell rang out continuously, echoing from the dark of night until the first rays of dawn appeared. Qiao Zhen’s consciousness blurred, her focus shattering. Vaguely, she felt Qin Yichi kissing her back from behind, his seductive voice murmuring in her ear:

"Don't cry. My heart aches for you."