Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s
Chapter 760: Witnessing the Formidable Skills of the Eternal Unserious

Chapter 760: Chapter 760: Witnessing the Formidable Skills of the Eternal Unserious

"You go ahead and save me first!" Qin Jian frowned slightly, his tone full of dissatisfaction, "Tell me, how many days has it been since we’ve been intimate?"

"How many days?" An Hao counted on her fingers, deliberately playing dumb, "Not many days, right? Your energy is just too vigorous."

"It looks to me like your energy is the one that’s vigorous." She always studied until late into the night, and the moment she put down her books, she would feel sleepy. Wasn’t it always him who carried her to bed?

An Hao laughed with a giggle, "It’s all about bitter first, sweet later!"

"Your little mouth really makes me love and hate you at the same time." Qin Jian lifted her chin and kissed her fiercely, "Take your medicine! And don’t forget, you owe me a reward tonight."

"Okay." An Hao agreed cheerfully.

An Hao pinched her nose to drink the medicine down, rinsed her mouth, and after eating some candied fruit, she felt much better.

Glancing at the time, there was still a while left for more study.

Seeing her so engrossed in her interests, Qin Jian didn’t disturb her, heading to bed first and casually picking up a book on military strategy to start reading.

After finishing a Chapter, he felt it was getting late. He looked over to find An Hao had already fallen asleep at the desk.

Qin Jian sighed and shook his head, got out of bed, and carefully lifted her up, gently placing her on the bed. He removed her shoes for her and used a warm wet towel to gently wipe her face.

An Hao turned over sleepily and fell into a deep sleep.

As Qin Jian was helping her undress, he accidentally caught her hair, causing her to startle awake.

"If you’re tired, sleep!" Qin Jian went to turn off the bedside lamp.

An Hao, looking at his retreating figure, felt a surge of emotion. These days, she had been so tired that she couldn’t make it through, falling asleep at the desk, and by the time she opened her eyes again, it would be the clear morning of the next day.

It was indeed a long time since the couple had been intimate. Thinking that in just over two months he would be leaving, An Hao felt that she really had been neglecting him.

"No! I promised to do ’that’ tonight." Having said that, An Hao put on her shoes and went to the bathroom for a thorough wash. When she came back, she was reinvigorated. She flipped the quilt aside and slid in, drew close to Qin Jian’s ear, and gently nibbled, "Come on! I’m ready."

Qin Jian looked at her as if he didn’t know who An Hao was: "This isn’t your style at all!"

"I don’t want to neglect you." An Hao cooed as she reached out to hook her arm around Qin Jian’s neck, gently kissing his warm lips, "I don’t want to neglect myself either."

Qin Jian laughed and flipped over to press on top of An Hao.

"Turn off the lights! Turn off the lights!" An Hao called out.

"No. I love watching the afterglow on your face the most." Qin Jian smirked, his large hand wandering along her exquisite curves.

Indeed, practice makes perfect.

He quickly aroused her passion.

An Hao became more and more proactive during their lovemaking. Unable to contain herself, she arched her body, her soft arms wrapping around his strong waist, demanding more from him.

Seeing his own little wife so passionate, Qin Jian thrust forward powerfully, eliciting a muffled moan of enjoyment from An Hao.

"Does it feel good?" he asked.

An Hao blushed: "Don’t ask such embarrassing questions."

"Won’t say?" Qin Jian raised an eyebrow, his movements becoming even more fierce, making her body shake back and forth.

"Gentler." An Hao glared at him, her eyes sultry as silk.

This look was even more enticing than petals covered in dewdrops, drawing heat after heat to Qin Jian’s lower abdomen, his sensation becoming a few degrees stronger than before: "We’re not in the courtyard now, so there’s no need to worry about the bed creaking. You can shout as loud as you want."

An Hao’s cheeks turned red: "I really should call you an old rascal."

"Old rascal?" Qin Jian smirked, "Today, I’ll let you see just how formidable an old rascal can be."