Chapter 16: Please Don’t Lift My Skirt 16

Qin Yan nodded, “Yes, I want to know.”

He was itching to deal with Shi Xingluo right then and there.

But he also sensed that his feelings had shifted he no longer merely saw Shi Xingluo as prey to be toyed with.

Instead, he genuinely wanted to understand this person who intrigued him more deeply and remained unfathomable.

Or perhaps, over these past few days, he had already stopped viewing Shi Xingluo as just a passing fancy to be captured and examined.

After all, he wouldn’t develop such a profound desire to possess mere prey.

This wasn’t about playing games he had fallen for him.

He knew this clearly.

Yet he wasn’t surprised.

Given how intoxicating Shi Xingluo was, like a bewitching poison, it was natural for him to fall for him. He never doubted his own judgment.

And now that he had fallen for him, he would never let go he would move heaven and earth to make him his!

“Let me go first.”

Shi Xingluo deliberately put on a grave expression accompanied by a sigh.

As expected, Qin Yan momentarily softened and gently released him.

Pretending to search for keys in his skirt’s waist pocket, Shi Xingluo quickly slipped aside and dashed downstairs.

But this time, Qin Yan merely reversed his grip and caught him by the back collar, “I knew it.”

Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me did he really think he could escape him three times?

Shi Xingluo: “???”
What the hell?

Failed again?

Qin Yan tightened his fingers on his collar, pulling him back, “Trying to run again? I was originally thinking of taking it slow with you, being gentle step by step. But now it seems I’ve been too soft, haven’t I?”

Shi Xingluo: “…”

Gentle?

Wait, bro, you call this gentle?

Stalking every night, blocking doors, pinning people against doors and walls for forced kisses, this is what you call gentle?

This is straight-up criminal, okay bro?

If this is your definition of gentle, I dread to imagine what you consider “not gentle” to be like.

Shi Xingluo turned to look at him, offering an awkward yet polite smile, “Senior Qin misunderstands. Why would I run? This is my home the monk can run, but the temple remains. I just wanted to stretch my arms since they got squeezed sore, then opened the door.”

He couldn’t understand it after twenty-two years of surviving the apocalypse, he thought he had developed considerable combat skills. How could he keep losing to this Qin Yan?

Was Qin Yan being enhanced by the Demon God Soul Shard?

Or had his combat abilities been weakened by this original host’s frail body, preventing him from using his full strength?

If this continued, he would always be at the mercy of this damn pervert. How could he ever overpower Qin Yan?

Was the Little Potion Bottle him only hope now?

But that would require waiting for the right opportunity he couldn’t just force it into his mouth.

Shi Xingluo sighed silently and produced the keys to unlock the door. No matter if this was how it had to be, he could play the poor little thing again to escape tonight.

When dealing with perverts like this, if you can’t run away, just turn on the waterworks~

“It’s not that I don’t want to let you in,” Shi Xingluo sniffled, quickly building up emotion, “I’m afraid Senior Qin will look down on me after seeing what my parents are like…”

As he spoke, he pushed the door open.

Just as Qin Yan was about to press further, his eyes fell on Shi Xiancun lying unconscious on the floor, “What’s this?”

“Dad! Dad!”

Shi Xingluo shook off his hand and hurried forward with quick, anxious steps. “Dad, why did you faint again? Wuwuwu…”

Qin Yan’s heart tightened, a sour ache and pity quickly creeping into his chest. He stepped forward, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know about your family situation… Let me call an ambulance for you!”

“No, don’t!”

Shi Xingluo bit his lip, his eyes red with anxiety. “I don’t have the money. Calling an ambulance costs so much. Besides, my dad is fierce. He’s gotten into trouble recently and is hiding out. He can’t go to the hospital. If he finds out later, he’ll beat me to death!”

The desire and impulse Qin Yan had felt outside the door had been completely extinguished the moment he stepped inside and saw the scene.

Now, hearing the words “beat me to death,” he felt an indescribable emotion a mix of anger and heartache welling up inside him.

He stopped in his tracks and cast a cold glance at Shi Xiancun lying on the floor, even feeling an urge to step forward and kick him a couple of times.

Shi Xingluo said this father of his would beat him to death beat him to death! What kind of father was that?

Qin Yan suppressed the impulse to kick the man and said to the anxious Shi Xingluo, “He treats you so terribly, yet you’re still worried about him? Maybe it’s better to just let him stay unconscious.”

Shi Xingluo made a bitter face, looking like a pitiful little thing. “But… he is my dad, after all.”

Sorry, original owner’s mom, but I’m borrowing your words for now. After all, even I can’t “create” such foolish lines.

“No, you—”

Qin Yan gently placed his hand on Shi Xingluo’s shoulder, letting out a silent sigh. He clearly wanted to say something, but because it was Shi Xingluo, he forcibly held back. Instead, he closed his eyes and said, “…Don’t worry too much. He’ll wake up sooner or later.”

He desperately wanted to shake some sense into Shi Xingluo, but how could he bring himself to scold him?

In that moment, an even stronger desire and impulse surged within him stronger than the urge to possess Shi Xingluo physically. He wanted to take this person away with him.

To cherish him himself.

To make sure he stayed far away from this clearly unpleasant “home.”

“Oh, my mom!”

Shi Xingluo seemed to remember something else and hurriedly stood up, rushing toward the bedroom door. “I came back so late. My mom must be starving.”

Qin Yan frowned. “What about your mom?”

Shi Xingluo had already pushed open the bedroom door. Whether it was due to his anxiety or something else, he seemed to have forgotten to close the door as he walked in.

Qin Yan’s words cut off abruptly once more.

Because he could now see directly into the bedroom a sallow, emaciated woman with sunken eyes, lying in bed, yet still complaining the moment she saw Shi Xingluo.

And the faint, foul stench of urine and feces that wafted out the moment the door opened.

“Xingluo, did you bring someone home? How could you bring random people into the house? And why are you dressed like that again? If the neighbors see you, they’ll think my son has lost his mind.”

The woman’s incessant nagging made Qin Yan’s expression grow increasingly grim. What kind of life was Shi Xingluo living?!

He had to take him away far away from this wretched place!

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