The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 22

“Randomly kissing someone without permission comes with interest, you know.”

The voice, carrying a faint fragrance, circled around her ears. Xia Mingtang closed her eyes, pretending not to hear.

Just a little kiss, and there’s interest to pay? So stingy.

She didn’t make a sound this time, but Qin Yan had no intention of letting her off either.

Cool fingers traced down from her temple, brushing over her eyelids and cheeks, finally gently pinching her chin.

Xia Mingtang couldn’t help but squirm with the ticklish sensation and opened her eyes. In the next moment, Qin Yan’s eyes, magnified and intense, leaned closer to hers.

Her lips were moist with a coolness. Xia Mingtang didn’t react in time and lightly bit down.

The soft pressing against softness didn’t falter; in fact, it grew firmer by a degree.

A tingling, shivery sensation spread from her lips throughout her body. Xia Mingtang grabbed the corner of the sofa, trying to maintain her balance.

Yet even at this moment, her mind wandered: “Wait… in TV dramas, don’t they usually hold the back of the head when they kiss?”

Qin Yan’s pinch on her chin was gentle—she could escape anytime.

But this time, she didn’t want to.

Since Qin Yan wasn’t holding her head from behind, she could hold Qin Yan’s instead!

With that thought, Xia Mingtang acted, stretching out her arms, almost hanging onto Qin Yan’s neck, barely keeping herself from falling onto the sofa.

Their bodies pressed together because of her movement.

Qin Yan was pleasantly surprised by her initiative and found the small gap of her slightly parted lips, capturing the wandering tongue and drawing them even closer.

The atmosphere shifted abruptly from warmth to something unspoken.

Three minutes later, Xia Mingtang finally couldn’t take it anymore. She pushed Qin Yan away, gasping, clutching at her chest.

“I can’t… I’m about to pass out!”

Qin Yan’s gaze fell on her lips, blood-like from the excess moisture, now blooming like petals. Tears welled in her eyes, sparkling like morning dew.

She pinched her fingers, resisting the urge to pull her closer.

Quietly, she waited for Xia Mingtang to catch her breath, then reached out and drew her back slightly.

Xia Mingtang flinched reflexively. “Again?”

This time, she genuinely felt a bit overwhelmed.

“You’ve put ointment on the bump on your forehead; now let’s do the one on the back of your head,” Qin Yan said, squeezing some ointment onto her hand.

“Oh.” Xia Mingtang cooperated, turning around obediently to show the back of her head.

Qin Yan’s application this time was noticeably more casual, not the circular, methodical motion as before, just pressing the ointment up and down over a patch of scalp.

Luckily, Xia Mingtang was too distracted to notice the difference.

The two of them were quiet, seemingly just performing a perfectly ordinary act of applying medicine.

Yet the recent near-miss lingered, leaving a different kind of tension in the air.

Their distance was less than half a foot, each harboring private thoughts.

This made an otherwise normal act of applying ointment feel far from ordinary.

Finally, Qin Yan released the back of Xia Mingtang’s head and grabbed a tissue to wipe her hands.

Xia Mingtang turned, her eyes briefly lingering on Qin Yan’s jade-like fingertips. She knew she had to start a conversation.

“Are you going back to your inn now?”

The words barely left her mouth before she mentally kicked herself—why say that? He just arrived, and she’s sending him away.

Don’t leave so soon.

She silently prayed.

“Yeah,” Qin Yan replied, balling up the tissue and tossing it in the nearby trash bin.

“Oh.” Xia Mingtang sounded a little disappointed. “Then… goodbye.”

“You’re coming with me,” Qin Yan said. He glanced around the room, noting that there wasn’t much to take.

“Huh?” Xia Mingtang’s mouth formed an O, looking a bit dumbfounded.

“You’re not taking your suitcase?” Qin Yan shot her a glance and started packing the medical kit.

Right, she nearly forgot about that.

Xia Mingtang’s lips curled into a smile. With this legitimate reason, she could stay with Qin Yan a bit longer.

Xia Mingtang walked shoulder-to-shoulder with Qin Yan through the alleys of Yun Town. Suddenly, the weather seemed lovely, the birds’ songs delightful, and even the air along the roadside smelled better than usual.

Wait—that wasn’t the air.

She wrinkled her nose and leaned closer to Qin Yan. “Hey, what perfume are you wearing? It smells really nice.”

“I’m not wearing any,” Qin Yan glanced at her and continued walking.

Impossible, Xia Mingtang didn’t believe it. She was certain Qin Yan was secretly hiding it.

But since he refused to say, she couldn’t force him. She simply focused on kicking small stones along the path.

The two inns weren’t far apart. After about ten minutes, they arrived.

Xia Mingtang followed Qin Yan into the room she had stayed in before. Her deep blue Ferragamo suitcase was neatly placed in the corner.

Separated by a day, seeing her suitcase again made her feel inexplicably affectionate. She crouched down, approaching it, and dramatically hugged it.

Qin Yan stood by the door, eyes on Xia Mingtang’s profile. From this angle, her ears looked particularly delicate, the lobes round and fair.

Squinting slightly, he said, “Your suitcase has an electronic lock. They didn’t want to forcibly break it and damage its value, so when we found it, it hadn’t been opened.”

“Thank you,” Xia Mingtang inspected her beloved belongings carefully, relieved that not even the leather was scratched. Quite lucky.

“You’re welcome. Anyway, this favor wasn’t for nothing.”

“Huh?” Xia Mingtang turned, waiting for him to continue.

Qin Yan casually closed the door and pulled Xia Mingtang up from the corner, reaching out to rub her tempting earlobes, his voice slightly lower than usual.

“The inn you chose before had poor soundproofing. Let’s do it again now.”

Xia Mingtang opened her mouth, but couldn’t get a word out.

“Dummy, breathe.”

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