The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 106

Seeing her ankle being grabbed and fingers creeping upward, Xia Mingtang got goosebumps, hurriedly pulled her foot back, and hugged the blanket as she sat up, glaring angrily at the pervert.

Qin Yan caught her gaze but remained completely unfazed, meeting her eyes with a gentle, warm expression.

Xia Mingtang: …

Damn! She lost the momentum again.

She turned her head, and her stomach growled softly.

The sound was faint, but in the quiet, spacious room, it was particularly noticeable.

Rubbing her protesting stomach, Xia Mingtang belatedly realized she was hungry.

The previous exertion had drained her energy, and neither of them had had a proper dinner yet.

Qin Yan naturally noticed as well. She picked up her phone, got out of bed, and called the front desk to order food.

Watching the back wrapped in silk pajamas, Xia Mingtang let out a small sigh of relief.

This person had come back without warning, silently pressing and teasing her for so long.

To be honest, she still hadn’t fully processed it.

Fortunately, Qin Yan was also hungry and didn’t seem inclined to continue tormenting her—for now.

Xia Mingtang needed to use this break to think carefully about how to handle things next.

The word “divorce” was off the table for now; she had recently paid a painful price for even thinking about it.

Since the two versions of Qin Yan could switch back and forth multiple times, there had to be some underlying pattern.

Right now, the most important thing was figuring out how to turn the current Qin Yan back to her former self—she simply couldn’t communicate with this perverted version.

As for how to trigger the switch…

“Tang Tang, what are you thinking about?”

Qin Yan had finished the call without Xia Mingtang noticing and sat back on the bed, casually scooping the little fox who was sitting with the blanket into her arms.

“Nothing, just thinking about what to eat tonight,” Xia Mingtang replied, trying to keep her eyes down as Qin Yan left delicate, lingering kisses along her ear.

Luckily, Qin Yan, lost in intimacy, didn’t notice her hesitancy.

From Qin Yan’s perspective, it had been ages since she had last seen her wife, and she wanted to cling to her every moment.

While leaving marks along her wife’s delicate neck, she casually answered, “I ordered seafood noodles and small ice cream cakes, just the way you like them.”

“Oh, okay.” Xia Mingtang nodded perfunctorily, her ears itching.

She truly feared that before the seafood noodles arrived, she’d get “consumed” again.

No, she couldn’t remain passive any longer!

She remembered that previous memory switches seemed to occur when she took the initiative in certain actions.

Although she hadn’t yet identified a common factor, she thought…

Why not imitate previous attempts and try one by one?

Since the divorce trigger no longer worked, the remaining options were fireworks or initiating a kiss.

It was late at night, so fireworks were out of the question. That left only…

Feeling Qin Yan’s lips gradually moving downward, Xia Mingtang made up her mind. She lifted her hand to gently hold Qin Yan’s chin, her anger fueling her, and bit down in a kiss.

It’s just a kiss—if I’m going to kiss, it’s on my terms!

Xia Mingtang’s thoughts were sharp, whether out of revenge or experimentation.

This time, she was more proactive and aggressive than ever.

Qin Yan paused initially, then her eyes lit up with ecstatic delight.

Sure enough, her Tang Tang missed her too!

She didn’t think Xia Mingtang’s almost-too-strong bite on her lips was excessive.

On the contrary, it excited her even more.

The blood that had felt cold seemed to boil at that moment.

Qin Yan grabbed the little furry head, deepening the kiss.

Normally, Xia Mingtang’s lung capacity couldn’t match Qin Yan’s.

But now, fueled by determination, she held her own for three minutes.

This wasn’t just a kiss—it was her battlefield!

When Qin Yan pushed on the back of her head, Xia Mingtang grabbed Qin Yan’s shoulders.

Her nails, untrimmed for days, left faint scratches on Qin Yan’s fair shoulders through the silk pajamas.

The slight sting only made Qin Yan more excited. She grabbed the cotton pajama collar and pulled downward.

With a “rip” sound, two buttons popped off.

Xia Mingtang felt a sudden chill as the two patches of snow-white skin fell into Qin Yan’s control.

Only then did she realize she had lost completely once again.

“Mm… wait.”

Her lips blocked, she could only mumble.

Before she finished speaking, she was pinned to the bed.

Just as her pants were about to be undone, the doorbell rang.

“Room 703, your dinner has arrived.”

Hearing this, Qin Yan reluctantly got off the bed, pulled the blanket to cover Xia Mingtang, and went to open the door.

Xia Mingtang hid under the blanket, rebuttoning her pajamas, and watched as Qin Yan received the food from the delivery person and closed the door, finally sitting back down—directly in front of her.

Their eyes met, and Qin Yan’s gaze subtly lowered, deepening.

The top two buttons of the cotton pajamas had popped off, and the exposed snow-white skin showed faint, intimate red marks.

Realizing this was a problem, Xia Mingtang grabbed the collar and hurriedly rummaged through her suitcase.

She scolded herself internally: this brute is too rough!

But since she had initiated it, she didn’t voice the complaint.

She couldn’t make Qin Yan switch back and had nearly gotten herself “taken” again.

Trying to stay organized, she dug through the layers of her suitcase, but couldn’t find a second set of pajamas.

Qin Yan came over to help, quickly pulling out a light purple, backless lace nightgown. “Let’s go with this one.”

Looking at the thin fabric in Qin Yan’s hand, Xia Mingtang had initially thought nothing of it when little Qin Yan had prepared it before going out.

But now, being in this outfit with a “Qin beast” around felt dangerous.

Seeing her hesitation, Qin Yan kindly said, “It looks like you only brought a few sets of pajamas. If you don’t like this one, you can even wear mine.”

She started to remove her own silk pajamas.

“No, no… that’s not necessary!” Xia Mingtang quickly stopped her, grabbed the nightgown, and went into the bathroom.

Coming out, she deliberately wore a thin jacket over it, claiming it was cold at night. Qin Yan didn’t suspect a thing.

The dinner was laid out: seafood noodles, small cakes, and two bottles of juice.

Xia Mingtang, truly hungry, sat at the table and dug in.

At this point, she threw aside all the lady-like manners her grandmother had insisted upon—after all, there were no outsiders here. She thought it best to scare the “Qin beast” with her current demeanor.

She had clearly underestimated Qin Yan’s psychological tolerance. Qin Yan sat elegantly, eating calmly, yet radiating joy.

Xia Mingtang glanced up, puzzled.

It’s just seafood noodles—why is she so happy?

For once, the atmosphere between them was harmonious, and she didn’t want to spoil it. She simply focused on eating.

The hotel dinner portions were generous, perfect for two people who had just undergone physical exertion.

After the meal, Xia Mingtang rubbed her finally-satisfied stomach and began clearing the table.

Qin Yan didn’t stop her. She picked up the previously damaged pajamas, got a needle and thread, and sat on the sofa to mend them.

Xia Mingtang, placing the packed dishes by the door, turned around and saw this scene.

Under the warm yellow lighting, Qin Yan, in a sapphire silk pajama set, sat with a straight posture.

One hand held the pajamas, the other wielded the needle, her expression calm and focused, resembling a classic movie poster close-up.

Xia Mingtang sighed in her heart.

Sigh, when this person isn’t perverted, they actually look kind of human.

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