great-warnovel Chapter 51 The cell is too cramped? Sinking into the down comforter, the fourth brother said: Sister
Chapter 51 The cell is too cramped? Sinking into the down comforter, the fourth brother said: Sister
The dormitories at Guigu Academy, to put it nicely, were "serene and secluded," but to put it bluntly, they were—moldy, hairy pigeon coops.
"Cough cough cough! What a lousy place this is!" Qin Yue, the fourth brother, was waving his golden nanmu folding fan when he stepped into room number T and was so overwhelmed by the damp, musty smell that he took three steps back.
His usually bright eyes, which were usually only used for looking at account books, now looked around with disdain: the paint was peeling off the walls, the window paper let in the wind, and the wooden bed, which was so narrow that only half a person could sleep on it, was covered with a thin layer of straw.
"Is this where Second Brother will be living from now on?" Qin Yue frowned so much that he could trap a fly in his brow. He turned to look at Qin Mo, who was carrying a book box on his back: "Second Brother, let's go home."
Is this place even habitable? Anyone who didn't know better would think it was a leaky prison cell.
Qin Mo remained calm. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, gently set down his book box, and ran his long, slender fingers across the dusty tabletop, his expression aloof: "This is a humble abode, but my virtue makes it fragrant."
"Besides..." He glanced at Su Wan, who was busy running around, and smiled slightly. "As long as your heart is warm, it doesn't matter where you live."
"Ugh, this squalor smell can be smelled from three miles away." A shrill, hoarse voice came from next door.
Just then, the young master Zhang, who had been slapped in the face by "Glass Wenzhen" at the door, was leaning against the door frame.
His room had clearly been "taken care of," with mahogany tables and chairs, a thick cotton quilt on the bed, and charcoal burning in the corner.
Holding a hand warmer, Young Master Zhang sneered with an air of superiority, "Brother Qin, just say you can't afford charcoal. It's freezing cold in these mountains at night."
"Look at your bed, covered in straw! Be careful you don't prick yourself in the middle of the night and end up unable to hold a pen tomorrow!"
Before Qin Mo could speak, Su Wan, who was making the bed, suddenly turned around. She
With her big, blinking eyes and a curious expression, she approached Young Master Zhang's door and poked at his seemingly thick quilt with her slender, white finger.
Hard. Hardened.
It looks like old, stale cotton; it's incredibly heavy.
"Ah!" Su Wan exclaimed, pulling her hand back as if burned, and looked at Young Master Zhang with an innocent expression: "Young Master, is this blanket... armor for self-defense?"
"Why is it as stiff as the dishcloth we use to wipe the stove?"
"Won't this hard thing prick your skin? Won't it chafe your delicate skin?"
Young Master Zhang: "???" His face turned green: "What do you know! This is top-quality Western Region long-staple cotton! It weighs a full ten pounds!"
"Ten pounds..." Su Wan looked at him sympathetically. "That must be so tiring to turn over in bed at night. Tsk tsk, you must be suffering."
After saying that, she ignored the arrogant young master who was jumping up and down in anger, turned around and waved to Qin Yue, her voice as sweet as honey: "Fourth brother, bring out what we brought."
"Let second brother see what a... quilt made of clouds looks like."
Qin Yue instantly understood. A glint flashed in his peach blossom eyes, and he pulled out a tightly compressed cloth bag from the huge bag behind him.
Untie the knot. Shake it.
"Whoosh—" As if some kind of magic had been cast, the originally flat lump, upon contact with the air, suddenly expanded wildly, like a rising dough!
Fluffy! Plump! As white as snow!
This is a [Premium Down Comforter] that Su Wan made using the belly down of the big white geese in her space farm, along with the high-count, high-density, down-proof fabric rewarded by the system!
This thing is nothing in modern times, but in ancient times, it was a game-changer!
"What...what is this?!" Young Master Zhang, who was peeking through the door, nearly had his eyes pop out. Such a big quilt, how come it was only such a small ball before? And it looked...why was it so soft?
"Make the bed," Su Wan instructed Qin Yue. The two of them, one on each side, pulled on the corners of the blanket.
The blanket floated down onto the narrow wooden bed without making a sound, like a cloud gently covering it.
"So soft..." Su Wan reached out and pressed it. Her palm sank in instantly, as if pressing into a marshmallow. The rebound was slow and gentle, with a luxurious feel.
"Fourth brother, why don't you try it?" Su Wan patted the edge of the bed, her eyes revealing a mischievous glint that only the two of them could understand: "This bed is too narrow. I'm afraid Second brother might fall off while sleeping. Sit on it and see how snug the blanket is."
"Yes, sister-in-law." Qin Yue's lips curled into a wicked smile. He tucked the folding fan into his waistband, didn't even take off his shoes, and took a long stride, sitting down on it with a thud.
*Pfft.* A very slight muffled sound.
He was instantly enveloped by the clouds! The feeling of being surrounded by clouds made Qin Yue so comfortable that he almost groaned out loud.
"Sister-in-law, no..." Qin Yue lay back, her body swaying slightly with the rise and fall of the down feathers.
The cells were too small. The beds were too narrow.
Su Wan stood by the bed, and as he lay down, his gaze fell directly on Su Wan's slender waist.
"Why not?" Su Wan bent down, wanting to straighten the corner of the blanket.
With that slight bend, the distance between them instantly closed. The warm fragrance mixed with downy scent, along with the faint aroma of sandalwood emanating from Qin Yue, instantly permeated the narrow, cramped space.
"Too soft..." Qin Yue suddenly reached out and grabbed Su Wan's wrist as she was tidying the corner of the blanket.
His voice was deep and hoarse, with a deliberately drawn-out ending, like a hook scratching at Su Wan's heart:
"Sister-in-law, this quilt...it's so soft it makes me want to dream."
Su Wan's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively tried to pull her hand back: "What...what kind of dream is this? This is for Second Brother to use for his studies!"
"Reading?" Qin Yue not only didn't let go, but instead used the leverage to get up slightly.
Because the mattress was too soft, the movement caused both of them to lose their balance. Su Wan gasped and fell forward uncontrollably!
"Ugh!" She didn't fall onto the hard wooden board. Instead, she fell directly into that soft cloud, and into Qin Yue's already open arms.
The down comforter seemed to come alive, instantly enveloping their bodies. All surrounding sounds seemed to disappear. Only their intertwined breaths and the rustling of their clothes against the fine fabric could be heard.
They were too close. Qin Yue's nose almost brushed against Su Wan's cheek.
Where was the slightest trace of shrewdness and calculation in his once captivating eyes? They were now nothing but bottomless whirlpools.
"Sister-in-law..." He tilted his head slightly, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe: "Look, this bed is so narrow..."
"Is it just right for the two of us to squeeze in here?"
"This blanket is so soft... if we did something inside... wouldn't it make absolutely no sound?"
Boom—! Su Wan felt all the blood rush to her head! This wasn't trying out a blanket!
This is clearly a test of her bottom line!
"cough."
A clear, restrained cough, yet carrying a strong sense of oppression, rang out at the doorway.
Qin Mo stood there, holding several scrolls of books he had just received. His phoenix eyes, behind his gold-rimmed glasses, calmly observed the two entangled on the bed. His expression was unreadable. However, the slightly white knuckles betrayed the turmoil within him.
"Fourth brother." Qin Mo walked in, placed the scroll on the table with a crisp sound.
He slowly took off his glasses and gently wiped them with a soft cloth.
"Have you tried it?"
"If it works, get up."
"This bed... can't support the weight of two people."
"Especially... with your sister-in-law's weight, she's priceless. If you break her, you can't afford to pay for it."
Qin Yue paused. He sighed regretfully, released his grip on Su Wan's hand, and then gave the soft blanket a hard squeeze before reluctantly sitting up.
"Second Brother, what are you saying? I was just worried you'd get cold." Qin Yue straightened his clothes, resuming his dashing young master demeanor, but his eyes held a hint of provocation as he looked at Qin Mo: "But Second Brother, this blanket is too tempting to sleep under."
"You'd better hold on... don't end up not studying and just daydreaming."
Qin Mo put on his glasses, a cold glint flashing across the lenses.
He ignored Qin Yue and walked to Su Wan's side, reaching out to tidy her hair that had been messed up.
His fingertips were slightly cool, yet carried a scholarly air. "Thank you for your trouble, sister-in-law." He looked at the indentation on the bed that still held the warmth of their bodies, his voice low: "This quilt... I really like it."
"I'll use it every night from now on...it'll feel like my sister-in-law is with me."
[Beep! Strong fluctuations in "possessiveness" detected!]
[Target: Qin Mo (Second Brother). Status: Territorial Awareness Awakened + Secretly Enjoying!]
[Heartbeat Value: +180! Gained the "Full of Energy" buff (no hair loss even when studying late into the night)!]
Su Wan's face turned as red as a sheet, and she quickly climbed out of the alluring blankets: "Um... now that it's all made up, let's head back!"
"Second brother, study hard! If you need anything, just have fourth brother bring it to you!"
After saying that, she rushed out of the cell as if she were fleeing.
Behind him, Qin Yue followed, fanning himself. As he passed next door, he glanced at the still-dazed Young Master Zhang and chuckled, "What? Brother Zhang, are you still studying your ten-pound iron armor?"
"Tsk tsk, some blessings can't be bought with money."
Even after the Qin family members had gone far away, Young Master Zhang remained rooted to the spot.
He walked over as if possessed, and while Qin Mo went to fetch water, he secretly touched the down comforter.
It sinks in as soon as you touch it. Warm, soft, and light.
In that instant, he felt that his proud long-staple cotton bed was nothing more than a straw mat for livestock!
Young Master Zhang's eyes reddened with jealousy: "Just who are these Qin family members?!"