The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 112

“Love at… first sight?” Xia Mingtang tilted her head, seemingly lost in thought.

Her wandering gaze eventually landed on the graceful swan-like curve of the neck in front of her.

Qin Yan instinctively lowered her head following Xia Mingtang’s gaze and then heard the slurred, cat-like voice of the drunk:

“Neck… so… so white.”

Hmm?

Before Qin Yan could even process the meaning of that comment, she felt a sharp pain in her neck.

Little white teeth had sunk into the soft flesh of her neck.

“Ah~”

Qin Yan felt pain and tried to push her away, only to feel a soft little tongue lick the sore spot.

Her body reacted uncontrollably, and she looked at the mischievous little troublemaker with deeper intensity.

Xia Mingtang, now like a small fox hunting for a delicacy, wrapped her arms around the long, elegant neck before her, biting and kissing in turn.

Ever since she sat on the bed, she had been staring at that neck multiple times.

A subconscious voice kept reminding her that she needed to leave some marks on that beautiful neck.

Why? That wasn’t important.

Right now, she didn’t have the brainpower to think about it—she could only follow her instincts.

The two of them, reunited after some time apart, weren’t planning to sleep normally tonight.

But she hadn’t expected that the little fox, drunk as she was, would be far more passionate and proactive than usual.

It was a rare romantic night; now wasn’t the time to argue with a drunk. Qin Yan just focused on which version of herself was being confronted.

Xia Mingtang left a red “scarf” of marks along the neck.

Seeing that the previously delicate neck was now fully marked, she moved downward, biting along the silky surface.

Qin Yan’s silk pajamas had some peculiar button design.

Xia Mingtang tugged at the buttons a few times without success, so she simply left a line of wet teeth marks on the deep blue silk.

Qin Yan, teased by this unrestrained intimacy, felt heat spreading through her body.

She cupped the drunken little fox’s waist with one hand and began unbuttoning the pajamas herself with the other.

First her own, then the other’s.

The silk and cotton sleepwear were tossed to the foot of the bed.

Without any obstacles, Xia Mingtang advanced with full force.

She resembled an inexperienced painter, spreading colors across a blank, white canvas purely guided by her heart.

Qin Yan squinted, embracing her side-lying lover on the bed.

Because it was her beloved, any touch, no matter how small, made her shiver.

The tipsy Xia Mingtang had no sense of moderation.

Whenever she bit a bit too hard, Qin Yan would grab her by the nape with two fingers.

The little fox, lifted like a kitten, would then let out a pitiful “oww,” lift her head, and move to another spot to continue biting.

This chaotic intimacy was maddeningly irresistible.

Qin Yan used her legs to hold her in place, trying to ease some of the tension.

But the little fox, untrained but audacious, had already reached down first.

Qin Yan was startled, grabbed the mischievous little hand, and examined it closely.

Seeing the freshly trimmed nails, she relaxed.

When one hand was held, Xia Mingtang switched to the other.

This person was braver drunk than sober.

The sudden intrusion made the previously calm Qin Yan tense immediately.

She held the staggering little fox tighter but didn’t stop her.

The drunken little fox’s aimless movements forced Qin Yan to shift her body to cooperate.

Before long, both were sweating.

Qin Yan closed her eyes for half a minute, then lifted the little fox, who had collapsed on her, and carried her.

No fair—finish mischief, then immediately sleep.

The two of them played around until very late.

Surprisingly, the intoxicated Xia Mingtang had more energy than usual.

Qin Yan suspected that perhaps the cocktails had some stimulant added.

It was good that the little fox didn’t pass out easily this time, but it was a bit troublesome…

She kicked off the blanket.

In the later part of the night, after changing the sheets, Qin Yan wrapped her in a thin blanket and held her in her arms.

Unexpectedly, the mischievous little fox still had energy to fuss.

She rolled over, grabbing all the blankets, then kicked them to the foot of the bed.

Qin Yan picked them up and covered her again.

Less than fifteen minutes later, the same thing happened again.

Qin Yan had worked nearly ten hours straight in the U.S. and now had less energy than Xia Mingtang.

After several rounds of tug-of-war, Qin Yan finally surrendered.

She held the restless little fox in her arms without a blanket, and they fell asleep like that.

Qin Yan woke up to the warmth exhaled from the neck.

She opened her eyes and saw the little fox curled in her arms, her face flushed abnormally red, her nose bright red as well.

She reached out to touch the smooth forehead—it was very hot.

After a hangover and exposure to wind, someone with a weaker constitution could easily fall ill.

Qin Yan regretted not insisting on blanket rules last night and got up to find the medicine kit.

The West Well Villa was well-stocked with medical supplies, and from a glance, Qin Yan knew this was just a mild cold without needing a doctor.

She gave her a fever reducer, inserted a thermometer, and wrapped her warmly again.

After all the previous chaos, the little fox was now surprisingly obedient, barely opening her eyes and doing whatever Qin Yan instructed.

Qin Yan washed quickly, checked the thermometer—38.3°C.

Not too high.

She had the kitchen prepare some porridge to feed her when she woke up.

Xia Mingtang slept straight until noon, sweating it out, and her temperature dropped to 37.8°C.

Now it was just a mild fever, but she was still listless, her little face bright red like rouge.

Seeing that acting pitiful worked, Xia Mingtang went all out.

She held her forehead and exaggeratedly whimpered: “Ugh, my head… I feel like I’m dying.”

“Shut up, you just have a cold.” Qin Yan ruthlessly exposed her.

Her tone was cold, but her actions gentle as she held her.

Seeing this tactic worked, Xia Mingtang continued, resting her head on Qin Yan’s shoulder, whining to charm her way out.

Qin Yan cupped the little head shifting on her shoulder and squinted her eyes.

Fine, she would let her slide a little longer.

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