247: Chapter 247 Don't look at me, turn off the light...

Lin Fang's voice was very soft, but Qin Lin heard her clearly.

Qin Lin didn't rush to the next step; instead, he gently held her, letting her lean against his chest.

Lin Fang's body was very stiff at first, but slowly, bit by bit, she began to soften.

She could hear his heartbeat, steady and powerful, a sharp contrast to her own panic.

She smelled the scent on him—clean, warm, and reassuring.

It had been a long time since she had been held like this.

She had thought her life would just be like this, growing old alone.

"Your heart is beating so fast," Qin Lin said, looking down at her.

Lin Fang buried her face in his chest. "Is... is it?"

Qin Lin smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist, feeling her body temperature and soft touch.

Lin Fang's figure wasn't exactly 'hot'—she didn't have the extreme curves of Li Ying or Xia Qiuyan—but she was well-proportioned and very comfortable to hold.

The two held each other for a while before Qin Lin finally let go and led her to the side of the bed.

"Go to sleep."

Lin Fang obediently lay down on the bed, her hands at her sides, her entire body as tense as a bowstring.

Qin Lin lay down beside her, turning on his side to look at her.

"Relax, I'm not going to eat you."

Lin Fang took a deep breath, trying to force herself to relax, but her body still couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Captain, can you... turn off the light?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Why turn it off?"

"Because... because..."

Qin Lin reached out and touched her face. "Sister Fang."

"Hmm?"

"You're really beautiful."

Lin Fang's eyes suddenly reddened. "Don't tease me..."

"I'm telling the truth." Qin Lin's finger lightly traced her face. "Do you know that you're especially cute when you're shy?"

Lin Fang's tears fell.

Qin Lin helped wipe away her tears. "Why are you crying?"

Lin Fang shook her head. "It's nothing, I just... no one has ever said things like that to me before."

Qin Lin understood how she felt.

She had been alone for several years, with too much loneliness and grievance accumulated in her heart.

"Someone will say them to you from now on." Qin Lin leaned down and kissed her forehead. "And they'll say them often."

Lin Fang closed her eyes, tears sliding down from the corners of her eyes.

Qin Lin stopped talking and leaned down to kiss her lips.

Lin Fang's body jolted, and her hands instinctively grabbed his clothes.

Her lips were soft and trembling slightly, as if she were afraid of something, yet also anticipating something.

Qin Lin didn't rush to go deeper, just kissing her gently, letting her relax bit by bit.

After quite a while, Lin Fang's body finally softened. Her hands went from clutching the sheets to resting on his shoulders, and finally wrapping around his neck.

Her body went from stiff to supple.

Her breathing went from rapid to long and steady.

The two kissed for a long time, so long that Lin Fang almost forgot to breathe.

Qin Lin let go of her, looking at her flushed cheeks and dazed eyes, a sense of satisfaction welling up in his heart.

"How does it feel?"

Lin Fang panted, whispering, "You... don't look at me, turn off the light..."

"Tell me if you like it first."

Lin Fang turned her face away, not daring to look at him, but she nodded gently.

Qin Lin reached out and turned off the light, plunging the room into darkness.

In the darkness, only the sound of their breathing and rustling remained.

Clothes flew aimlessly through the air.

Lin Fang's hands gripped the sheets tightly, her body trembling slightly.

"Don't be afraid," Qin Lin's voice sounded in her ear, deep and gentle.

Lin Fang took a deep breath, let go of the sheets, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

That night, Qin Lin was very gentle.

He knew Lin Fang hadn't been with anyone for several years, so he was careful with every step, for fear of hurting her.

From her initial tension and shyness to her later relaxation and involvement, the whole process was like a flower slowly blooming.

...

After it was over, Lin Fang leaned against his chest.

The two lay quietly for a while before Lin Fang suddenly asked:

"Captain, will you think I'm... too easy?"

Qin Lin was stunned. "Why do you ask that?"

"Because..." Lin Fang hesitated, "We've only known each other for over a month, and yet..."

Qin Lin interrupted her, "Sister Fang, you're not 'easy' at all, and over a month isn't a short time."

Lin Fang buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled, "If you say so, then I'm relieved."

Qin Lin held her tight. "Mhm, go to sleep."

"Okay."

Lin Fang closed her eyes and soon fell asleep.

She slept very soundly, as if she had finally set down some heavy burden.

Qin Lin looked at her, and a sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart as well.

It wasn't the pleasure of conquest, but rather... the sense of accomplishment from opening someone's heart.

He also closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

...

That night, Qin Lin stayed in Room 006.

Lin Fang was much shyer than he had imagined; she needed his guidance for every step and his encouragement for every move.

But she was also very cooperative. Though her face was red enough to bleed and her body kept trembling, she did not shrink back.

Afterward, Lin Fang lay in his arms, her face buried in his chest, not daring to look at him.

Qin Lin had a strange feeling in his heart.

A woman like Lin Fang was different from Han Qing, different from Lin Xiaoyue, and different from all the other women on the train.

She was the kind of woman who was traditional to her core, placing extreme importance on both her body and her feelings.

Once she was willing to give herself to you, it meant she had truly committed to you; both her body and her heart were yours.

...

The next morning, when Qin Lin woke up, Lin Fang was already awake.

She was lying on her side, watching him without blinking, her eyes filled with an indescribable tenderness.

"What are you looking at?" Qin Lin asked with a smile.

Lin Fang's face turned red, and she looked away. "No... nothing."

Qin Lin reached out and pulled her into his arms. Lin Fang obediently crawled over and pressed her face against his chest.

The two lingered in bed for a while longer, sharing another intimate moment before getting up to wash up.

When Qin Lin walked out of the room, he happened to see Lin Xiaoyue coming down from the third floor.

Lin Xiaoyue's eyes lit up when she saw him. She walked over quickly and whispered, "Well? Was my sister-in-law fun?"

Qin Lin nodded. "Look at what you're saying."

Lin Xiaoyue smiled and glanced into the room. Lin Fang was tidying the bed, her back to the door.

"Sister-in-law!" Lin Xiaoyue called out.

Lin Fang turned around, and seeing it was Lin Xiaoyue, her face turned red again.

"You... keep your voice down."

Lin Xiaoyue walked in giggling and grabbed Lin Fang's arm. "Sister-in-law, congratulations!"

Lin Fang glared at her. "What's there to congratulate?"

"Of course there is." Lin Xiaoyue winked. "You're one of Qin Lin's people now, too."

Lin Fang's face grew even redder as she pushed her away. "Stop teasing me."

Lin Xiaoyue relentlessly pestered her, and the two began to play around.

Qin Lin stood at the door, watching the scene, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

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