Chapter 146 as a Fujoshi, she never stopped

Not knowing that Qiao Hanye was going to do, He Lanjin rose up, accidentally planting her lips on his Adam's apple. She felt his body grow stiff and heat up as if he were a volcano ready to erupt.

"Ah Jin," Qiao Hanye said, his hoarse voice terrifyingly low.

On the other end of the phone, An Nuan heard a man breathing roughly. She immediately perked up and said, "F*ck, what position are you using?"

The voice from the phone startled both He Lanjin and Qiao Hanye...

The two immediately separated. Qiao Hanye stared coldly at the phone with An Nuan still on the line. His dark eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to grab the phone, but He Lanjin was faster than him. She drew her arm back, put the phone to her ear, and screamed into it. "Get lost!"

After being scolded, An Nuan got so excited that she accidentally kicked the computer in front of her. "F*ck it, if I knew that the disaster area would be filled with passion, why would I still stay here?" she said as she got up to pack her luggage.

An Nuan was a romantic through and through.

... ...

In the bedroom, the passionate atmosphere became a little strange.

Qiao Hanye sat beside He Lanjin. "Why are you embarrassed?" he asked.

"I'm going to take a shower," He Lanjin answered, clearly avoiding the question. She touched her mouth and glanced at Qiao Hanye's Adam's apple. It had a pink mark, an obvious sign that she did kiss him there.

She jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom barefoot. She took off her clothes and started showering.

He Lanjin screamed as the water hit her body. It did not feel like water; it felt like ice. She felt her body freeze as she grabbed her clothes from the rack to cover herself. However, they fell to the floor and got wet.

Hearing her scream, Qiao Hanye broke into the bathroom. "What happened?" he asked, afraid that He Lanjin was hurt.

Standing by the door, Qiao Hanye saw He Lanjin's naked body. His Adam's apple moved as he stood transfixed by the sight. It took him a full second before he came to his senses and took off his coat. He strode forward He Lanjin and threw the coat over her shoulders. "The water's as cold as ice," He Lanjin said. "I think the heater stopped working."

Under normal circumstances, He Lanjin was not easily fazed by the cold. However, they were in the mountains, right smack in the dead of winter. So when the cold water hit her body, she shivered uncontrollably.

"Go put on your clothes," Qiao Hanye said.

He Lanjin nodded and quickly left the bathroom. Qiao Hanye phoned the mountain admin to check what had happened and was told that the electric power in the area was fluctuating, hence the lack of hot water.

Qiao Hanye, however, did not believe what the man told him and was of the opinion that what happened was someone's doing. What if instead of cold water, pure hot water would come out the next time He Lanjin took a shower? This was clearly a warning.

Qiao Hanye did not say anything, but his mind was racing. He brought some soup for He Lanjin, who sat flipping through some books after getting dressed.

"Have some soup first before you get busy," Qiao Hanye said to her. He Lanjin nodded, not looking up from her reading. She only saw the soup by the table when took a break and stretched. She took a sip of the warming and calming soup.

He Lanjin heard the sound of running water. Curious, she got up and walked to the bathroom.

She saw Qiao Hanye inside, washing the clothes that she had dropped earlier.

"It's very cold here inside the bathroom. Out you go," Qiao Hanye said in a low voice. He could have easily thrown these clothes away, but Qiao Hanye knew that He Lanjin did not like wasting something that could still be used. He took it upon himself to wash the clothes so she did not have to do it anymore. The water was just too cold for He Lanjin, who had just recovered from the poisoning.

He Lanjin looked at Qiao Hanye's slender fingers, which were red from the cold.

"Qiao Hanye." He Lanjin watched as he squeezed out the extra water from her clothes and hung them up to dry.

She walked toward Qiao Hanye and took his hand. His fingers were as cold as ice. She hurriedly rubbed them a few times, put them to her face, and asked, "Are you cold?"