Chapter 801: Turn on the lights!

He stared blankly at Qin Bore's delicate brows and eyes right before him, and a surge of wild joy exploded in his heart.

He could hardly believe his ears, could hardly believe such good fortune would fall upon him.

Just moments ago they had cleared all misunderstandings and bared their hearts, yet now she actually let him kiss her.

All the resentment and awkwardness in his heart vanished in an instant, leaving only a scorching throb.

Lin Yuan suppressed the panic and excitement in his heart, slightly lowered his head, and instinctively leaned toward her lips.

But just as their lips were about to touch, Qin Bore shifted slightly, skillfully avoiding his kiss.

At the same moment, she raised her phone steadily, holding it at just the right angle.

The camera precisely aimed at Lin Yuan on the bed, fully recording his motion of leaning in.

The whole process flowed smoothly, showing no trace of deliberation, as if she had planned everything in her heart beforehand.

Lin Yuan lunged at nothing, his motion stalled, and he blankly lifted his gaze to the woman before him.

The next second, he caught a glimpse of her phone screen lighting up, and instantly realized what had happened.

This video angle is tricky—it only captures his active leaning in, completely missing her prompting.

If she wishes, this recording can serve as ironclad evidence to counter-sue him for sexual harassment.

In an instant, a utter absurdity and rage surged to Lin Yuan's head.

He never imagined that, after just softening and letting go, he would be played again by this woman the moment he turned away.

Tenderness and feeling faded completely, leaving only the cold anger of being toyed with and schemed against.

The tenderness in Lin Yuan's eyes vanished entirely, replaced by icy disappointment and resentment.

He truly could not understand Qin Bore at all—her mind twists and turns endlessly, forever inscrutable.

The apology, grievance, sincerity, and reconciliation just now seemed entirely a performance she had carefully staged.

To manipulate and scheme against him, this woman truly has no bottom line at all.

Lin Yuan's chest rose and fall as he suppressed the surging anger, no longer wanting to stay another second.

He gritted his teeth, bearing the pain all over his body, forcing his weak frame to struggle to rise and get out of bed.

At this moment, his mind held only one thought: he never wanted any further involvement with this woman.

His pupils dilated slightly, his face full of astonishment, his throat tightened a bit, and he instinctively made a sound of surprise.

Lin Yuan exerted all his strength to support his sore body, determined to break free from this cramped space that made him both angry and helpless.

Just as he was about to push himself up to sit, then turn and leave completely.

Qin Bore, who had been holding her phone with a mischievous, teasing look, suddenly moved.

She gave no hint, took no precaution, and leaned her body forward slightly.

Her soft, warm lips brushed swiftly past Lin Yuan's cheek, landing an extremely gentle kiss.

The sensation was soft and warm, carrying her unique fresh scent, fleeting yet strikingly clear.

The sudden intimate contact made the struggling Lin Yuan freeze instantly, his whole mind going blank.

His mind went blank again; all his anger, unwillingness, and disappointment vanished in that instant.

Qin Bore watched his dazed, at‑a‑loss expression, her eyes full of mischievous amusement.

She put her phone away, casually placed it by the pillow, and spoke in a light, playful tone, slow and drawling.

"Just joking with you, you stinky little brother."

"All right, sister's going to sleep; you can leave now."

"Good night."

Her soft, lazy voice fell into his ears, making his heart itch.

Lin Yuan's heart pounded wildly out of control, thumping nonstop, almost bursting his throat.

A scorching heat instantly swept over his whole face, his ears reddening completely.

He deliberately turned his gaze away, feigned calm, and desperately hid his inner panic and helplessness.

After speaking, Qin Bore slightly turned her side, adopting a pose of getting ready to rest, clearly intending to send him away.

Her brows eased, her posture languid, she looked utterly done with teasing him and ready to rest.

Lin Yuan suppressed the surging throbbing and complex emotions in his heart, gritted his teeth, and readied himself to rise and leave the bedside.

But as soon as he exerted a little force, every wound, big or small, tore with a ripping pain.

His whole body felt sore and weak, the aching pain from strained flesh spreading thickly everywhere.

He was still seriously injured, his body weakened to the extreme, making even the simplest act of sitting up extremely difficult.

Each exertion was accompanied by piercing pain, making his posture uncontrollably tremble slightly.

He looked at his own feeble, immobile body and felt a hint of helplessness rise in his heart.

Tonight, in this state, he probably couldn't even manage to get up and leave on his own.

But even if his body could bear no more, being firmly bound by pain,

Lin Yuan still refused to yield, clenched his teeth, and endured the piercing pain throughout his body.

He still held in his heart the awkwardness and pride from being teased earlier, determined to prop himself up and leave.

Just as Lin Yuan gritted his teeth and strained to move his body, a soft, chubby little figure slowly came over.

The little creature was all fluffy, its round, plump body looking especially cute and endearing.

It was the obedient Garfield cat Sweet Cone curled in the bedroom corner, sensing that its master was about to leave.

Sweet Cone took its short, tiny steps, pattering over to Lin Yuan's feet and stopping steadily.

It seemed especially reluctant to let Lin Yuan leave like that in the middle of the night.

Its soft paws lightly tugged at the fabric, gentle yet insistent, refusing to let go.

It lifted its pink paw pads and lightly hooked the edge of Lin Yuan's dangling pant leg.

It seemed as if, in his own clumsy yet adorable way, he was trying to detain the person before him.

Those round, amber cat-eyes were wet and glossy, full of innocent reliance.

His originally stubborn and awkward state of mind was completely softened by the little one's pure gentleness.

Seeing that soft, cute appearance at his feet, Lin Yuan's tightly coiled hostility instantly dissipated by half.

Qin Bore, pretending to rest nearby, took in the whole scene, a faint smile flickering in his eyes.

His heart, both angry and helpless, quietly melted away without him noticing.

She looked at Lin Yuan, covered in wounds and stubbornly holding on, and softly spoke to detain him.

She slowly opened her eyes, shedding all the earlier sly mischief, and her tone grew much softer.

"Stay at my place for a night, rest well, and nurse your wounds."

The sudden gentle detainment left the sparring Lin Yuan momentarily at a loss.

"Your injuries are so severe, you're covered in wounds—don't leave tonight."

"This, isn't it inconvenient?"

His cheeks warmed slightly, his heart full of embarrassment, and he instinctively voiced a polite refusal.

Qin Bore raised an eyebrow at him, her tone languid yet candid, with a hint of carefree softness.

"You still need to sleep and rest; my staying here would inevitably be a disturbance."

That simple remark, frank and straightforward, instantly left Lin Yuan with no excuse to refuse.

"I don't care at all—what are you worried about?"

He clenched his palms, suppressing the inner panic and flutter, and could only nod lightly in agreement.

The warm atmosphere once again enveloped him, and Lin Yuan's heart raced uncontrollably.

After the decision to stay was made, Lin Yuan felt a bit awkward and quietly probed with a question.

"Um, then that's fine."

Qin Bore raised a hand to point at the soft, tidy maiden bed beside her, her tone natural and gentle.

"Then… where should I sleep?"

"Sleep on my bed."

"My mattress is soft and comfortable; you're covered in wounds, and sleeping on a hard surface would only hurt more."

"Just rest easy here with me."

She paused, looking at the faint bloodstains on the bed, and added bluntly.

He stared blankly at the exquisite, cozy maiden bed, and instinctively blurted out a follow‑up question.

This thoughtful yet frank arrangement left Lin Yuan utterly stunned, his face full of bewilderment.

Qin Bore gently tilted her head, brows and eyes relaxing, her tone calm and composed.

"Ah? Then… where will you sleep?"

"I can just sleep in the guest room next door."

Hearing that, Lin Yuan felt an inexplicable hint of faint loss well up inside.

He said nothing more, silently nodded, and obediently lay down on the soft maiden bed.

An indescribable emotion lingered faintly in his heart, but was quickly suppressed by reason.

Covered in injuries, he simply lacked the strength to get up and wash or tidy himself.

The wounds all over his body still throbbed faintly, every inch of skin exuding fatigue and soreness.

After successive battles, misunderstandings, and reconciliations, the exhausted him soon intended to fall into a deep sleep.

Helpless, Lin Yuan could only abandon the idea of bathing and lie still, resting quietly.

She did not disturb him further, turning and tiptoeing out of the bedroom.

Qin Bore watched him lie down steadily, a soft glimmer appearing in her eyes.

Qin Bore alone came to the spacious bathroom of the house, ready to wash away her fatigue.

As the night deepened, the entire mansion sank into a tranquil, gentle late‑night atmosphere.

After washing up, she took off the close‑fitting underwear and stockings she had been wearing.

Warm, clean water poured down gently, washing away all the fatigue and tension she had accumulated over the past days.

After simply tidying herself, she lightly walked to the guest room to spend the night.

A few pieces of soft, close‑fitting clothing were casually placed by her on the pure white washbasin countertop.

As Lin Yuan slept soundly, a sudden urge to urinate jolted him awake.

Time trickled by, the night grew thicker, and the surroundings fell silent save for the soft rustle of the night wind.

The pitch‑black bedroom held no light at all; one could not see one's hand in front of one's face, making it especially gloomy.

He slept in a daze, his consciousness still hazy, his head feeling heavily fogged.

He was completely unfamiliar with the house's layout and the rooms' orientations, and could not locate the master bedroom's bathroom at all.

He had just arrived; this was his first time staying in this spacious, luxurious mansion.

Feeling his way in the dark, he moved slowly and directly reached the huge public bathroom beside the living room.

In his half‑asleep stupor, he could only rely on vague sensation, feeling his way to rise and leave the bedroom.

The whole space was pitch‑black, no lights lit, and his vision was completely swallowed by darkness.

He recalled that this large bathroom contained a separate toilet, perfect for an emergency.

Lin Yuan propped up his sore, weak body, using the heavy night as cover, and slowly felt his way forward step by step.

With each slight shift of his steps, the wounds all over his body sent faint pains, tugging at his fatigued nerves and making his already drowsy sleepiness grow a bit stronger.

He raised his hand to lightly brace against the wall ahead, fingertips grazing the cool, smooth surface, his steps extremely light, fearing to make a sound in the quiet night and break the house's stillness. The unfamiliar layout left him unable to tell direction, so he could only inch forward based on vague memory.

The air flowed silently, a wisp of light, gentle fragrance quietly slipped into his nostrils, it was the unique body scent of Qin Bore, warm and mellow yet fresh, not strong nor cloying, lingering in the cool night breeze. Half-asleep, his mind was a blank, he had no inclination to ponder the source of this scent,

He simply thought it was the lingering scent of the master bedroom, subconsciously assuming he had not yet left the bedroom just now, so he kept his head down, leisurely continuing to grope forward toward the bathroom as he remembered it.

He could only raise both hands, lightly feeling the wall aimlessly in the darkness.

Lin Yuan stood in the unfamiliar bathroom, completely unaware of the exact location of the light switch.

The whole space was pitch black, his eyes could see nothing, he could only rely on touch to discern his surroundings.

His fingertips brushed over the cold wall, repeatedly searching for the switch's position, but to no avail.

The next second, his palm suddenly made contact with the countertop of the washbasin.

He slowly moved his feet forward, his hand reaching out arbitrarily, trying to get a sense of the surroundings.

That thing was exceptionally soft to the touch, smooth and delicate, with a faint warm moisture.

His palm instantly pressed against a soft, warm mass, the sensation remarkably clear.

In the darkness he could see nothing, so he could only perceive it carefully through his fingertips.

Lin Yuan's motion abruptly halted, half of him instantly waking, his heart filled with doubt.

This soft, delicate texture did not resemble toiletries, but rather a light piece of clothing fabric.

Lin Yuan subconsciously held his breath, his fingertips lightly pinching that mass of fabric on the countertop.

The surroundings remained pitch black, he could not see clearly what he was holding in his hand.

Yet a faint fragrance gradually seeped into his nostrils along the air.

This scent was especially pleasant, warm and moist yet light, not at all irritating.

As he sniffed carefully, the aroma inexplicably felt very familiar, causing his heart to twitch inexplicably.

The doubt in his heart grew stronger, Lin Yuan subconsciously raised his hand, bringing the fabric close to his nostrils.

He inhaled deeply, and a rich yet gentle fragrance instantly enveloped his senses.

This was a woman's unique pure and secluded fragrance, clean and enticing.

It mingled with Qin Bore's usual rose perfume, soft and lingering.

Besides that, it carried a trace of extremely hidden, ineffable intimate aura.

That flavor was faint, like the cool, briny seawater of evening, blended with the delicate sweetness of Provençal violets.

Layers of fragrance intertwined, alluring yet private, exceptionally distinctive.

The moment he fully discerned that trace of scent, Lin Yuan froze stiff on the spot, completely dazed.

His mind went blank, the previous drowsiness completely vanished without a trace.

A warm flush instantly rose to his cheeks, reddening from his ears to his whole face.

His heart in his chest began to race wildly without warning, beating at an absurd speed.

The thumping of his heartbeat echoed clearly in his ears, even his breathing became hurried and tense.

He needed no visual confirmation; relying solely on touch and that unique exclusive fragrance, he had fully realized the situation.

He clearly knew exactly what he was holding in his hand.

Just as Lin Yuan stood stiff, at a loss, pinching that mass of fabric, his brain completely shut down.

In the quiet, pitch-black bathroom, a sharp click suddenly sounded.

The dim, boundless space was instantly flooded with bright light.