Chapter 558: Feeding Water and Passing Water (Please support with full subscriptions on Qidian!)

"Where is the need to spend such effort and brainpower to break down someone's mental defenses?"

Qin Jian took his hand down from her face, then casually picked up the teacup by the table and chuckled, "How about I teach you..."

"What do you intend to teach me?" Xue Qinghe asked curiously.

"I will teach you... how to feed water."

Qin Jian raised the teacup with eyes full of smiles, lifting it to Xue Qinghe's lips: "Come, say ah..."

Xue Qinghe let out a snort of laughter: "This is the trick you want to teach me for breaking mental defenses? Feeding water?"

"So, are you going to drink it or not?" Qin Jian smiled.

"I'll drink."

Xue Qinghe quietly glanced at his face, then slowly opened her mouth, letting Qin Jian slowly feed half a cup of tea into her mouth.

"Wait."

As Qin Jian set the teacup down, he suddenly said, "Don't swallow."

"?"

With her mouth full of tea, her cheeks slightly puffed out, Xue Qinghe looked up with a blank expression, appearing adorable.

Qin Jian laughed: "Actually, this isn't called feeding water, but rather... passing water."

"?"

Xue Qinghe just tilted her head to express her confusion, only to see Qin Jian suddenly reach out to cup her head, his other hand supporting her cheek, as he pressed his lips down.

"!"

Completely bewildered, Xue Qinghe had her mouth pried open by force, and half the tea was forcibly taken away; the bit that accidentally spilled and hung from the corner of her mouth was also snatched away by Qin Jian.

"Alright, you can swallow now."

Qin Jian reached out to help her close her mouth.

"Gulp."

Xue Qinghe swallowed subconsciously, her whole being as if fallen into a dream, lost in the clouds.

In her daily life, she always hid herself behind a mask; even Qin Jian could rarely touch her inner heart.

But this completely bewildered little expression now made Qin Jian unable to resist kissing her twice more; it was simply too cute!

"Muah."

The warm, gentle sensation remained on her lips, tingling and numb. Xue Qinghe suddenly blinked, her consciousness beginning to drift back from outer space: "You..."

She suddenly pushed Qin Jian away and sat up straight.

"You call this passing water?"

Her heart was pounding, and her face was burning, but Xue Qinghe still tried her best to control herself, pretending to be indifferent as she said: "This is still far from breaking my mental defenses..."

"Is that so?"

Qin Jian chuckled and leaned into her ear, saying: "Then do you want to try it yourself?"

He took the opportunity to Lick Lick her earlobe...

A flush of red began to spread, as if dyed by Qin Jian's tongue...

"Don't... stop!"

The first word was as weak as a coquettish rebuke, the last two were fierce in appearance but weak in reality.

Qin Jian said: "Then... do you want to try? You wouldn't want to become the weak one in front of me, would you?"

"Weak?"

Xue Qinghe's eyes widened: "Don't even think about it!"

She reached out directly to take the remaining half cup of tea, making a move to send it toward Qin Jian's lips.

But Qin Jian leaned back against the sofa, supporting his head as he watched her: "Drink it yourself."

Xue Qinghe's hand holding the cup froze.

"The effect is the same."

Qin Jian's eyes were full of smiles: "I'm afraid you won't handle it well the first time; it's better to just simply feed the water. Sharing food isn't simple, and I don't want my collar to be all wet."

"Are you very experienced?"

Xue Qinghe was expressionless; her mouth didn't move, and she used soul power to simulate a voice that drifted into Qin Jian's ears.

"I haven't played this way with Bibi Dong."

Qin Jian's words hit the point.

Xue Qinghe didn't hesitate any longer; she sipped the half cup of tea and, grabbing Qin Jian's head, kissed him.

The sweet yet slightly psychedelic tea was slowly passed into her mouth.

Not just Xue Qinghe, even Qin Jian's gaze was slightly unfocused at this moment.

Xue Qinghe almost uncontrollably pressed herself onto Qin Jian, her hands tightly clutching his head, kissing deeply.

And Qin Jian took the opportunity to support her waist, holding her tightly.

Mmph... why is it so hard and uncomfortable?

Qin Jian almost threw Xue Qinghe away directly.

What on earth is this thing from her chest down to her lower abdomen? It feels like metal and is uncomfortable...

"What exactly are you wearing? Armor?"

The moment their lips parted, Qin Jian couldn't help but ask.

Xue Qinghe's complexion was somewhat flushed, and she only calmed down after taking a few deep breaths.

"You can consider it armor," he said.

"It's just as annoying as long johns..."

Qin Jian was expressionless.

"Heh..."

Xue Qinghe naturally knew what he was feeling sullen about, yet deliberately kept him in suspense; watching his little conflicted look was truly very amusing.

"Why haven't they arrived yet?"

Xue Qinghe suddenly frowned and turned to look toward the door, only to see three beauties standing in a row, the expressions on their faces looking completely stunned.

It was unknown how long they had been there... or how long they had been watching...

"Ahem, since you've arrived, come over here."

Xue Qinghe gave a dry cough and sat up straight with a serious expression.

The three of them acted as if waking from a dream and hurriedly walked toward their respective positions.

One place for a Harp, one for a piano, and one for a guzheng.

Qin Jian curiously sized up the three of them, especially focusing on the woman sitting behind the guzheng.

Hmm, graceful and delicate, possessing quite a bit of the charm of the women from the Jiangnan water towns in his memories.

"You definitely want to hear a guzheng piece first, right?"

Xue Qinghe had been keeping an eye on his gaze, and at this moment signaled: "Qin Qin, begin."

"Yes, Your Highness Crown Prince."

The woman had finger picks tied to her hands, and at this moment began to play slowly, singing as she played: "The moon is bright and flowers fill the branches... someone is filled with longing..."

Qin Jian: "..."

"How do you think she sang?" Xue Qinghe asked.

Qin Jian listened carefully for a while, shook his head, and said: "The technique, timbre, and vocal quality are all top-notch, but unfortunately, there is no emotion..."

"Dong..."

As if hearing Qin Jian's evaluation, the zither music faltered for an instant.

Xue Qinghe shook his head and suddenly spoke: "Qin Qin, he is Qin Jian."

"Weng!"

The sound of the guzheng stopped abruptly.

"Mr... Mr. Qin?"

The woman named Qin Qin had a dazed expression, and then, on that face which was originally graceful and delicate, a look of fanaticism seemed to emerge.

"It's the Qin Jian you talk about all day; isn't he the one whose guzheng creations you love the most?" Xue Qinghe said with a smile.

"Mr. Qin..."

Qin Qin suddenly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then slowly opened them and said: "Please, sir, listen again."

"Ding..."

The *Li Si* she played and sang this time was completely different from before; originally it was just showing off technique, but this time it was expressing emotion.

"This time, it is perfect."

After she finished playing, Qin Jian did not stint on his praise: "Your talent for the guzheng is extremely high."

"That is also thanks to Mr. Qin creating such an instrument so suitable for me." Qin Qin bowed in salute.

"I will hum a melody for you; can you play it?" Qin Jian said suddenly.

Qin Qin's eyes burned: "I can try."

"Good."

Qin Jian tapped the tabletop and slowly hummed a clear melody.

As Xue Qinghe and the other two women listened, their expressions turned to astonishment.

The melody Qin Jian hummed casually was unexpectedly pleasant to hear.

After he finished humming, Qin Qin was silent for a moment, then slowly raised her hands; at first it was a bit unfamiliar, and she would miss a note or two, but by the second time, it became flawless.

"What a truly beautiful song, Qin Jian, what is its name?" Xue Qinghe asked.

Qin Jian looked back at him and smiled softly: "It is called... *Butterfly Lovers*."

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