165: Chapter 165 onwards

Han Yurou's eyes widened.

"Mom, you can climb trees?"

"Yeah."

Han Qing nodded.

"There was a large locust tree in our yard, and I often climbed it to play. Once, I climbed too high and couldn't get down, so I cried for a long time."

Han Yurou laughed until she was doubled over.

"Mom, you're so cute!"

Qin Lin laughed as well.

The three of them chatted, and time passed quickly.

Before they knew it, it was already past ten o'clock.

After finishing the cake, Han Yurou stood up.

"Mom, Brother Qin Lin, let's watch a movie on the bed for a while?"

After the RV was upgraded, every room had an independent screening function.

Han Qing was stunned for a moment and looked at Qin Lin.

Qin Lin also looked at her.

Han Yurou had already crawled onto the bed and patted the spot next to her.

"Hurry up and come here!"

Han Qing hesitated for a moment but still walked over.

"Mom, let Brother Qin Lin be in the middle."

Han Qing turned to look at Qin Lin.

"Hurry on over."

Hearing this, Qin Lin wondered if Aunt Qing had made up her mind.

He didn't ask any questions and quickly walked over, leaning against the middle of the bed.

Then Han Qing got onto the bed.

The three of them sat side by side on the large bed, leaning against the headboard.

Han Yurou turned off the lights in the room and then picked a random movie to play silently.

"This is really nice."

Han Qing didn't speak, but her hands tightly gripped the quilt.

Qin Lin didn't speak either, but he reached out and put his arm around Han Qing's waist.

Han Qing's body stiffened slightly, then she slowly relaxed.

Watching this scene, Han Yurou's lips curved into a sly arc.

The plan was being realized step by step.

The moonlight outside filtered through the curtains and fell upon the three of them.

Inside Bedroom No. 003, it was warm and quiet.

This night was destined to be a beautiful beginning.

Qin Lin no longer remembered when the movie had started.

Light and shadow flickered on the screen, and occasional lines of dialogue could be heard, but none of the three were paying attention to it.

In Bedroom No. 003, the lights were dimmed low, with only the screen's light reflecting on the wall, flickering in and out.

On that massive double bed, the three lay side by side.

Qin Lin was in the middle, Han Yurou was on the right, and Han Qing was on the left.

The quilt was light and soft, feeling almost weightless on their bodies.

But at this moment, the quilt became the perfect cover.

Han Qing was pillowed on Qin Lin's left arm; he could feel her breathing, steady yet carrying a faint, imperceptible hurriedness.

Her body leaned slightly toward him, her soft parts pressing against his arm; through her thin pajamas, her warmth was clearly palpable.

Han Yurou on the right was even more excessive.

This girl hadn't been well-behaved from the start.

She first rested her head on Qin Lin's shoulder, then slowly, bit by bit, she slid downward.

Finally, she simply buried her face in the side of his neck, her breath puffing against his skin, tickling him.

Qin Lin maintained a surface calm, his eyes fixed on the screen as if he were truly watching the movie.

But his hands no longer belonged to him.

On the left, Han Qing's hand rested gently on his chest, her fingertips sliding unconsciously.

The movement was light and slow, as if testing the waters, or perhaps teasing him.

Qin Lin reached out and grasped her hand.

Han Qing's movement paused for a moment, but she didn't pull away.

Her hand was soft, her fingers long, and her palm warm.

Qin Lin gently kneaded it, feeling the softness that belonged to a mature woman.

Just then, a more noticeable movement came from the right.

Han Yurou's hand began to grow restless.

Qin Lin's body tensed slightly.

This girl was getting bolder and bolder.

He glanced sideways at Han Yurou.

The light reflected from the screen shone on her face; her eyes were bright, filled with slyness and a certain eager excitement.

Seeing Qin Lin looking at her, she didn't restrain herself; instead, she winked at him.

Qin Lin took a deep breath, trying hard to stay calm.

On his left, Han Qing's hand was still in his palm.

Her hand moved, seemingly wanting to as well.

Qin Lin quickly tightened his grip.

No.

If Han Qing reached out too, their hands would inevitably collide under the quilt.

That scene... would be too awkward.

Han Qing felt his tightened grip, was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to understand something.

She didn't move again, just lay there quietly.

But Qin Lin could feel that her breathing was even more hurried than before.

Qin Lin gritted his teeth, trying hard not to make a sound.

This girl, really...

He turned his head and looked at Han Yurou again.

Han Yurou was looking at him with a triumphant smile in her eyes, as if saying:

"Brother Qin Lin, you can't escape."

Qin Lin smiled helplessly.

He reached out his right hand and grabbed hers.

Han Yurou was stunned for a moment and then struggled slightly.

Qin Lin took a deep breath and looked at Han Qing on the left.

Han Qing was looking at the screen, her profile outlined in soft contours by the light and shadow.

Her expression was calm, but Qin Lin noticed that the tips of her ears were red.

He knew that she knew everything.

She just wasn't saying it out loud.

The three of them just lay there, none of them speaking.

On the screen, the movie continued.

No one was listening to what the main characters were saying.

Under the quilt, several hands were intertwined, and the temperature was rising.

Qin Lin felt as if he were being roasted over a fire.

On the left was Han Qing, mature and gentle, every subtle movement carrying a restrained longing.

On the right was Han Yurou, youthful and lively, bold and direct, making no secret of her affection.

Different styles, yet both made his heart race.

Halfway through the movie, Han Yurou became restless again.

Qin Lin's body suddenly tensed.

He turned to look at Han Yurou.

Han Yurou was looking at him, a sly look of success in her eyes.

Qin Lin took a deep breath and reached out to grab her hand, but she had already succeeded.

His breathing became heavy.

Han Qing on the left seemed to have noticed something and turned her head to look at him.

In the darkness, their eyes met.

Han Qing's gaze was complex.

There was doubt, inquiry, and also a hint of understanding.

She seemed to have guessed what was happening under the quilt.

Qin Lin looked at her, not knowing how to explain.

Han Qing was silent for a few seconds, then sighed softly.

She didn't speak, just rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

The meaning was clear.

I'm not looking; I don't care anymore.