After being bought by seven rough men and taken to the deep mountains, I was pampered.

Chapter 106 Blasphemy Through Glass? Second Brother Unbuttons and Kisses Hair

Qin Yue, the fourth brother, had a White Rabbit milk candy that was both incredibly sweet and incredibly expensive.

Su Wan fled the construction site, which reeked of money and hormones, her face almost flushed.

The wind and snow outside stopped for a moment, but the cold air from the northwest still cut like a knife.

Inside the greenhouse, a spring day with a constant temperature of 26 degrees Celsius.

Su Wan pushed open the door and entered.

boom--!

A wave of humid, warm heat, carrying the fresh scents of earth and flowers, instantly swept over me.

It wasn't the dry heat of a charcoal brazier, but rather the warmth of being in the Jiangnan region in March.

"call……"

Su Wan untied the heavy fox fur coat and casually draped it over the rattan chair beside her. Underneath was a light blue silk dress, tied at the waist with a soft gauze, the hem of which rippled like water as she moved.

This place is full of off-season vegetables and flowers.

Red tomatoes, green cucumbers, and even a wall of blooming pink roses.

Su Wan walked barefoot onto the thick wool carpet and sat down at the tea table by the French windows.

Outside the window, the land was frozen solid, and snow was falling heavily.

Inside the window, flowers bloom in abundance, and it's spring-like all year round.

She was like a princess sealed in a crystal ball—laid-back, exquisite, and untouched by worldly dust.

……

The greenhouse was actually only separated from the barbarian's work site by a low wall and a plum grove.

At this moment, Huhe and several of his brothers were clearing the snow.

"Big brother...look..."

One of the underlings suddenly stopped shoveling, his eyes fixed on the glowing "crystal house," his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

Through the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

They could clearly see what was inside.

Green vines, red flowers.

And then there's the goddess sitting by the window, wearing a thin gauze dress, her head bowed as she brews tea.

"Gulp."

Huhe swallowed hard.

So beautiful.

This kind of beauty is not just about appearance, but also about an extremely strong sense of class oppression and visual impact.

They were freezing outside, their noses running, and their dusty work clothes made them look like a swarm of worker ants.

Inside, surrounded by flowers, her slender, jade-like fingers gracefully lifted a white porcelain teacup.

The feeling was like a mortal peering across the Milky Way at the Jade Pool, a fairyland.

"Don't...don't make a sound."

Huhe lowered his voice, even subconsciously holding his breath, and moved the shovel more gently in his hand:

"Do not disturb the goddess."

"If we filthy creatures make any noise and frighten the goddess, it's a capital offense."

Hundreds of barbarian men slowed down their movements without prior agreement.

As they worked, they would steal glances at the glass house out of the corner of their eyes, a mixture of greed and awe.

It's the look you give someone who's looking at a "rare treasure in a shop window".

Be careful.

They regarded him as a god.

……

However, some people don't like this look.

"Squeak—"

The side door of the greenhouse was pushed open.

A tall and slender figure walked in.

It's my second brother, Qin Mo.

Today, instead of his usual impeccably tailored long gown, he wore a snow-white shirt (a modern design by Su Wan) with a gray wool vest over it.

Gold-rimmed glasses sat on his high nose bridge, with chains hanging down the sides of his face, swaying slightly as he walked.

"Second Brother?" Su Wan turned around, still holding a teacup in her hand.

Qin Mo remained silent.

He closed the door behind him, shutting out the cold air from outside.

Then, he raised his hand, slowly took off his glasses, took out a piece of deerskin cloth from his pocket, and gently wiped the white fog off the lenses.

The movements were extremely elegant.

But his phoenix eyes, unobstructed by his glasses, coldly swept across the group of barbarians spying outside through the clear French windows.

His eyes were like those of a venomous snake coiled in its territory, scrutinizing a mouse that coveted its prey.

It was cold, sticky, and full of aggression.

"Sister-in-law is in high spirits."

Qin Mo put his glasses back on, a gentle, jade-like smile playing on his lips, and strode over:

"Those stray dogs outside are all watching you."

"Look at the goddess in their hearts, pampered in a greenhouse."

Su Wan's face flushed, and she subconsciously reached for the curtain beside her, saying, "I...I didn't notice, I'll close the curtain right away..."

"Don't pull."

Qin Mo's voice suddenly deepened.

He walked a few steps behind her and pressed down on her hand as she tried to pull the curtain closed.

That hand was long and strong, with distinct knuckles, exuding a scholarly air, yet it was also so assertive that it brooked no refusal.

"Why do you need to poop?"

Qin Mo leaned down, bracing his arms on the armrests of the rattan chair, trapping Su Wan between himself and the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Second Brother?" Su Wan's back stiffened.

This pose is too dangerous.

In front of her was a transparent glass wall, and outside were hundreds of men working.

Behind her was a burning hot chest.

"It's hot here."

Qin Mo didn't answer her, but instead muttered something to himself.

He raised his hand, his long, slender fingers resting on the collar of his shirt.

Click.

The first button was undone.

Her sexy collarbone was exposed.

Click.

The second one.

A small patch of firm pectoral muscles was visible.

As the buttons were undone, the masculine hormones that he usually suppressed beneath his scholarly demeanor suddenly surged forth like a flood, raging through the warm, enclosed space.

"Second brother...why are you unbuttoning your clothes?" Su Wan's voice trembled.

"It's hot."

Qin Mo said matter-of-factly, his eyes innocent yet gleaming with a hint of wickedness:

"My sister-in-law has made this greenhouse feel like summer. I'm wearing too many clothes and I'm sweating."

As he spoke, he leaned close to Su Wan's ear.

The warm breath, mixed with the distinctive scent of ink emanating from him, sprayed onto her sensitive earlobes:

"Sister-in-law, look out the window."

Qin Mo stretched out a hand and pointed at the glass.

There, two overlapping figures were reflected.

He was behind, she was in front.

He was on top, she was on the bottom.

From the outside, it looked as if he was holding her in his arms, engaging in some kind of intimate caress.

Hu He and the others outside had obviously also witnessed this scene.

Their eyes widened in horror, then, as if burned, they frantically lowered their heads, frantically shoveling snow, not daring to look again.

That is reverence for divine authority.

It was also fear of the man standing behind the goddess.

"Did you see that?"

Qin Mo chuckled softly, the vibrations from his chest traveling down the back of the chair to Su Wan:

"They are afraid of me."

"They treat you as a god, and I as a blasphemous demon... or a dragon that monopolizes the gods."

His fingers slid down Su Wan's cheek, pinched her chin, and forced her to look at her reflection in the glass.

"Second Brother...don't do this..." Su Wan's face was flushed red, "There are people outside..."

"We need people."

Qin Mo's voice suddenly became low and hoarse, with a hint of morbid obsession.

He took off his glasses and casually tossed them onto the tea table.

Without the lenses obscuring it, the possessiveness in those eyes was so intense it was chilling.

He lowered his head.

A kiss landed on the top of her head.

Then, following the strands of hair, it slid down to her smooth, full forehead.

Then to the tip of the nose.

Finally, it hovered above her crimson face.

"Jiaojiao".

He no longer called her "sister-in-law," but instead used the nickname that only his eldest brother usually used.

"Do you know what I like most about this greenhouse?"

Su Wan's eyelashes trembled, and she dared not open her eyes: "Where...where?"

"I like its transparency."

Qin Mo bit down on her slender, fair neck.

Not too light, not too heavy.

But it was enough to leave an ambiguous red mark.

"Ugh!" Su Wan trembled and gripped the armrest of the rattan chair tightly.

"Open your eyes."

Qin Mo gave the order.

Su Wan was forced to open her eyes.

In their line of sight, there was the ambiguous intertwined reflection of the two people on the glass window, and behind the reflection, the vast snowfield and the humble creatures.

"Look carefully."

Qin Mo's large hand gripped her waist through the thin silk, the heat of his palm almost melting her.

As he left his mark on her neck, he looked out the window at the group of barbarians who dared not raise their heads, his eyes filled with provocation and madness.

"You are a jewel in the shop window."

"They could only kneel in the snow and look up through the glass."

"And me..."

Qin Mo chuckled softly, his fingers deftly slipping into the soft silk ribbon tied around her waist:

"I have the key to open this shop window."

"I can come in."

"I can unbutton your clothes."

"I can taste you in front of everyone."

boom--!

Su Wan felt like she was about to burst into flames.

That scoundrel!

He's always spouting righteousness and classical Chinese phrases, so why is he acting crazier than anyone else at a time like this?!

"Second brother...please..." Su Wan's voice trembled with tears, "Not here..."

Qin Mo paused.

He looked at Su Wan's bright, sparkling eyes, and at the blush at the corners of her eyes that had appeared from being bullied.

really want to...

right here.

Through this glass.

Let the whole world see who she belongs to.

"Oh."

Qin Mo took a deep breath, straightened her slightly disheveled neckline, and tightened the belt again.

The movements were as gentle as if wiping a rare piece of porcelain.

It was as if the madman who had just tried to tear her apart and devour her wasn't him at all.

He picked up his glasses from the tea table and slowly put them on.

The gentle, refined, and cultured Master Qin is back.

Only his slightly disheveled shirt collar and his still unfathomable eyes betrayed his current restlessness.

"Were you scared?"

Qin Mo pushed up his glasses and affectionately brushed the tip of her nose with his fingertip:

Just kidding.

"How could Second Brother bear to let those filthy creatures see Jiao Jiao's body?"

He straightened up and turned to look out the window.

At that moment, Huhe secretly looked up and glanced at him.

It happened to hit Qin Mo's cold, reflective glasses.

Huhe was so frightened that he dropped the shovel in his hand and quickly ducked his head, wishing he could bury his head in the snow.

"look."

Qin Mo smiled with satisfaction:

"This is the taste of power."

"Sister-in-law."

He turned around, picked up the cup of tea again, and held it to Su Wan's lips:

"From now on, this greenhouse will be your throne."

"Whether it's the barbarians outside, or..."

His gaze swept over the still-present red mark on Su Wan's neck, and his smile deepened:

"It's still us brothers."

"They can only submit to you."

……