Chapter 26

Bedwetting Isn’t Embarrassing

In front of the supermarket shelves, Lin Qianyou stood properly, her right hand intertwined with Qi Shanglan’s left. Although she stood straight, an unmistakable tension radiated from her.

“Which one do you like?” Qi Shanglan lowered his gaze to ask, his fingertips gently stroking the smooth skin on the back of her hand.

Lin Qianyou’s body trembled slightly, her fingers unconsciously tightening. Only then did her wandering gaze return, and she stammered in reply, “A-any is fine.”

The corners of Qi Shanglan’s lips curved into a subtle smile as he picked up an entire row of the largest size in various styles.

Lin Qianyou, seeing his movements, went from dazed to sharp-eyed in an instant. She suddenly lifted her head in shock and asked, “Why are you buying so many?!”

“To test which one works best,” he replied calmly.

Lin Qianyou’s pupils widened as she stared at him, feeling like he was a wolf disguised in sheep’s clothing. She swallowed hard but had no argument to refute him.

They say the calmer someone sounds, the more ruthless they act. What should she do? She regretted this. She didn’t want to sleep with him anymore.

With tears welling up in her eyes, Lin Qianyou was led by Qi Shanglan to the cashier. He even asked if there was anything else she wanted to buy. After a moment of thought, Lin Qianyou said she wanted alcohol.

She needed liquid courage.

Qi Shanglan frowned but eventually agreed, considering it wasn’t an unreasonable request. However, the alcohol he chose for her had a relatively low alcohol content.

After paying, Lin Qianyou said she didn’t want to teleport home—she wanted to walk back instead.

She needed to stall for more time. Qi Shanglan agreed, saying that a walk would be a good warm-up.

Lin Qianyou suspected he was implying something suggestive, but without evidence, she could only laugh and go along with it.

On the way home, she remained silent. It was always Qi Shanglan who initiated conversations, and she only responded sluggishly with a few perfunctory words.

Despite her half-hearted replies, Qi Shanglan wasn’t upset at all. He gently swept back the long hair resting against her collarbone, wiped the fine sweat off her forehead and cheeks, and asked, “Aren’t you hot? Take off your mask. It’s dark at night—no one will recognize you.”

Stiffly, Lin Qianyou removed her mask. At this moment, she felt like a puppet that only listened to Qi Shanglan, doing whatever he told her to do.

Qi Shanglan chuckled. “Lin Qianyou, why is your face so red? Nervous?”

“Huh?” She looked up at him, weakly explaining, “No, it’s just the weather. It’s too hot.” She forced a smile and even fanned herself with her hand. “So hot, so hot.”

Qi Shanglan didn’t expose her lie. Instead, he kissed her left cheek and murmured with a low chuckle, “Then let’s turn on the air conditioning when we get home.”

Lin Qianyou felt like she was about to overheat and evaporate on the spot. Her curled lashes trembled uncontrollably, and even her voice wavered. “Mm, I’ll turn it on as soon as we get back… It’s really too hot.”

In the apartment elevator, Qi Shanglan pinned Lin Qianyou against the wall and kissed her fiercely.

The desire he had suppressed all the way home was finally released a little.

“Qi Shanglan! The elevator doors are open!” Lin Qianyou was nearly out of breath. The moment they entered the elevator, Qi Shanglan had suddenly pinned her down for a kiss, giving her no chance to escape.

Qi Shanglan didn’t respond. Instead, he lifted her up, holding her against him. With a startled gasp, Lin Qianyou instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, forced to endure his deep kisses once more.

Still carrying her, Qi Shanglan stepped out of the elevator and pressed her back firmly against the door.

Being trapped between him and the door was overwhelming for Lin Qianyou. She couldn’t understand why he was suddenly so impatient—it was starting to hurt.

Qi Shanglan grabbed her hand and pressed her fingers against the fingerprint lock. As soon as the door unlocked, he carried her straight into the bedroom.

Kneeling on the bed, he slowly lowered her down, his gaze fixed on her lips, now swollen and red from his kisses. His voice was low and intense as he asked, “How many times did you smile at him today?”

Lin Qianyou was truly scared now—his jealousy was on another level.

“S-Six times,” she answered, cutting the number in half.

“Try again.” His voice grew colder. With no choice, Lin Qianyou admitted the truth.

“Twelve times…” Her brows furrowed tightly as her breathing became more and more erratic.

“How many times did you have physical contact with him?” he asked again.

“F-Four times.” She still hadn’t learned her lesson and cut the number in half again.

“Are you addicted to lying now?” Qi Shanglan exposed her without hesitation.

Seeing that he was about to lean down and kiss her again, Lin Qianyou quickly pressed her hands against his chest to stop him. “Qi Shanglan! That was just normal social etiquette!” she said angrily. “You’re being a possessive control freak!”

Qi Shanglan’s brow twitched slightly, and he found an excuse for himself. “It’s not control, it’s jealousy.”

“Well, this isn’t how you handle jealousy!” Lin Qianyou snapped. “You even made Ah Fu deliver your message today. You’ve corrupted a child!”

“It’s not a child. It’s lived for thousands of years and knows more than you do.” Qi Shanglan easily pried her wrist free.

“That doesn’t mean you can bite and nibble like that!” Lin Qianyou was so frustrated that she stuck out her tongue to show him.

Sure enough, there was a small tear—no wonder she had tasted blood earlier.

“Does it still hurt?” Qi Shanglan’s voice softened.

“It hurts like hell! It’s all your fault!” Lin Qianyou seized the chance to scold him.

Qi Shanglan’s heart softened instantly. “Then do you want to bite me back?”

“Ugh! Qi Shanglan!” Lin Qianyou punched him. “Are you shameless?!”

Qi Shanglan chuckled. “Stick it out. Let me see if it’s serious.”

Lin Qianyou confidently stuck out her tongue for him to see, but she didn’t expect him to act shamelessly the very next second.

“It’s fine. The wound is small. Won’t get in the way of kissing.”

Qi Shanglan was rewarded with another punch.

“How did you become such a rogue?! You’ve really changed, Qi Shanglan! I’m done! I’m going to sleep!” Lin Qianyou huffed and turned her face away in anger.

“Sleep? Can’t wait, huh?” Qi Shanglan turned her face back toward him, teasing her.

“I mean I’m tired! I want to sleep like a normal person! Alone! Do you understand?!” she fumed.

“Not doing it anymore?” He pinched her cheek.

“Not doing it!” she shouted.

“Tsk.” Qi Shanglan frowned. “Didn’t you say earlier that not doing it makes you a little puppy?”

“I don’t care! I’m mad!” she huffed.

Qi Shanglan was silent for a moment, then asked, “Not even kissing?”

“No! It hurts!” she sulked.

The bedroom fell into a long silence. Qi Shanglan got up from her, straightened his rumpled shirt, and said, “Then get some rest. I’ll head out.”

He turned and walked away without a trace of hesitation. His decisiveness made Lin Qianyou waver instantly.

“Wait a minute!” She sat up in bed. “You… you’re just leaving like that?”

Qi Shanglan turned back. “What else? Stay here and let you yell at me?”

“How did I yell at you?” Lin Qianyou stood up. “I was just expressing my dissatisfaction. Who told you to say those things to me during the day? I’m completely innocent with him—we were just running lines. That was just normal human interaction.”

“Hmm, I know.” Qi Shanglan softened, realizing he had actually made her angry. “Then I’ll get going.”

“Wait!” Lin Qianyou called out again. Why was he so decisive about leaving? “Um… at least have some drinks before you go. Otherwise, it’d be a waste…”

His indifferent tone made her feel like she had done something wrong.

She knew Qi Shanglan was straightforward when it came to relationships, so maybe she shouldn’t have been so mad at him. Should she be a little more understanding?

Lin Qianyou walked toward him, finding a way to back down. “I bought too much. I can’t finish it by myself.” She nudged Qi Shanglan toward the dining table, completely missing the faint smile that tugged at his lips.

They sat down at the table, and Lin Qianyou handed him three bottles while keeping three for herself.

“Drink these before you go,” she said.

“Alright.” Qi Shanglan cracked open a can and tilted his head back to drink. Lin Qianyou immediately followed, opening one as well.

She only took a small sip, but her eyes stayed locked on Qi Shanglan.

She loved watching his Adam’s apple move as he drank, loved the veins that surfaced on his hand as he gripped the bottle, and loved how the sharp lines of his jaw became even more defined when he leaned back.

Not just that—every part of him was an irresistible temptation to her.

What now? She suddenly regretted saying she wouldn’t sleep with him.

In just a few seconds, Qi Shanglan had finished a bottle. Unwilling to lose, Lin Qianyou downed hers in one go as well.

One bottle down, then the next. Soon, both of them had finished all three.

“Then… I’ll be heading out,” Qi Shanglan said as he got up and reached for the door.

Before he could touch the handle, Lin Qianyou suddenly grabbed his wrist from behind.

“Wait.”

He turned around, only to be met with a kiss laced with the scent of alcohol.

Lin Qianyou practically melted into him, clinging onto his body as she kissed him and murmured, “Maybe we should just do it. Otherwise, those condoms would go to waste…”

As she spoke, one hand wandered downward, fumbling with his belt, while her lips never left his.

Qi Shanglan held the little cat in heat, letting her fumble with his belt. He leaned down slightly, responding to her uncoordinated, unpracticed kisses while simultaneously unfastening the buttons of her shirt.

“Shower first…” Lin Qianyou murmured weakly, barely able to stand.

The two of them stumbled into the bathroom, their movements a mess. By the time they got there, Qi Shanglan had already stripped Lin Qianyou of her top, leaving only a black bra.

When he tried to undo the clasp, he hit a roadblock. No matter how hard he tried, it wouldn’t come undone. Frustrated, he gave up for a moment, pulling off his own shirt first before going back to struggle with hers.

“Can’t get it off?” Lin Qianyou’s voice was soft and teasing.

Qi Shanglan refused to admit defeat and kept blindly fiddling with the clasp.

“I’ll just turn around, then…” Lin Qianyou pulled away from his lips, turning to expose her bare back to him. She even thoughtfully swept her long hair over her shoulder to clear the way.

Qi Shanglan, breathing heavily, focused all his attention on unfastening it. Yet, after a long while, he had only managed to undo one hook.

Growing impatient, Lin Qianyou finally said, “I’ll just do it myself.”

The moment she took it off, Qi Shanglan was completely overwhelmed—his hands suddenly didn’t know where to go.

Meanwhile, Lin Qianyou had boldly reached for his underwear.

As soon as she pulled it down, she froze in shock, suddenly sobering up a little.

…Wouldn’t this be enough to split her in half?

No wonder he bought the largest size.

She turned on the shower, and the warm water cascaded over them, blending with their heated breaths and mingling with their sweat.

Where their skin met, the water seeped into the gaps, trickling over them.

“Ah!” Lin Qianyou cried out in pain. “Can we move to the bed…” Her brows furrowed tightly, her nails digging deep into his muscles.

He bled, and so did she.

“Alright.” He lifted her from the sink counter, intending to take her back to the bedroom—without even pulling out.

“No, wait… dry my hair first…” Lin Qianyou gritted her teeth and endured.

“Okay.” Qi Shanglan agreed to everything she asked.

“Can you pull out first…” The pain was too much for her to bear.

“Mm.” He finally withdrew and set her back down on the counter.

Above them, the vast blue sky held two fluffy white clouds. A gust of wind blew past, distorting their shapes in an instant.

Lin Qianyou bit her lip, forcing herself to retrieve the hairdryer from the drawer. Even as he continued to nip and kiss at her, she plugged it in, enduring the tingling pain.

“Be gentle…” she murmured as she lowered her head to dry his hair.

Qi Shanglan buried his face against her, inhaling her scent, and simply hummed in response.

Once his hair was dry, Lin Qianyou handed him the hairdryer and motioned for him to dry hers.

Qi Shanglan took it, placing a kiss on her lips before he began.

When both their hair was completely dry, the battlefield shifted to the bedroom.

Qi Shanglan removed the used condom and put on a new one.

Lin Qianyou, her body covered in red marks, lay quietly on the bed, waiting for him to finish.

Once he was ready, he pressed down on her again.

Like a sharp sword drawn with unstoppable force, it tore through the once calm and peaceful night sky. A streak of white light flashed suddenly in the darkness, followed by a storm of wind and rain.

The sword was drenched in the torrential downpour, yet its sharpness remained undiminished as it thrust fiercely toward the night sky once more.

At first, the night sky refused to surrender, letting out sounds it would never normally make. But the sword was relentless—it had to make the night sky acknowledge its power and yield to it.

And so, the sword struck the night sky countless times until it finally surrendered, releasing a torrent of warm, pouring rain.

Qi Shanglan felt a rush of warmth spill onto him. He glanced down, then let out a low chuckle. “Lin Qianyou, you peed.”

“Ah?” Lin Qianyou bit her lip hard. She could indeed feel that she had just peed.

Oh no. She had actually climaxed so hard that she wet the bed.

She had heard Ke Siyu explain before that some women might lose control and release fluids at the peak of their pleasure, but it was extremely rare. She never expected it to happen to her the very first time.

Utterly embarrassed, she stammered, trying to explain, “That’s not pee… it’s… it’s… it’s the alcohol! I drank too much earlier!”

Qi Shanglan was still laughing and deliberately teased her, “So you’re saying… what I released was also alcohol?”

He leaned down and kissed her cheek, only to be mercilessly pushed away by Lin Qianyou. “Ah! Stop talking! It’s all because you were too rough!”

Qi Shanglan looked at her with amusement as she pouted, on the verge of tears. She was truly mortified.

“Are you really crying, or just pretending?” he said with a chuckle. “So what if you peed? It’s not embarrassing. Who hasn’t wet the bed before?”

“Stop talking! This is so humiliating!” she sobbed, raising a hand to punch him again.

She had no intention of doing anything else with Qi Shanglan anymore. She quickly grabbed the summer blanket to cover herself, but the moment she remembered the wet sheets, she put the blanket back down. Hugging herself pitifully, she complained, “What do I do? The sheets are soaked because of you. How am I supposed to sleep? Are you expecting me to sleep on the couch?”

“Because of me?” He teased her again.

“Ahhh!”

Qi Shanglan took another punch.

“If it’s wet, it’s wet. I’ll wash it for you. You can sleep at my place tonight,” Qi Shanglan said while his hands wandered over her body, casually tearing open a new condom.

“Your place? Your house?” Lin Qianyou asked in shock. “Are you joking? If I go to your house in the middle of the night, your parents will scold me to death!”

“Not my house. It’s the apartment I used to rent by myself. The lease isn’t up yet, and all the furniture is still there.” He grabbed a few boxes of condoms in passing. “Building 6, Unit 2001, Boyuan Community. Say it with me. We’re going now.”

“Actually, I can just sleep on the couch for a night…” Seeing how serious he was, Lin Qianyou suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

“The couch works too. We can do it there—whatever you want.”

“Huh? Again? Haven’t you done it enough already?” Lin Qianyou complained in frustration.

Qi Shanglan chuckled and moved toward her again.

“Ah, no!” Lin Qianyou scrambled backward on the bed, pushing herself away with her feet. “Can’t we take a break?”

“Then take a break in my bed. Yours is too small. Just sleep there tonight, and I’ll come wash your sheets tomorrow.” He licked her.

Lin Qianyou stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling utterly resigned. Was having a boyfriend with such an insane sex drive a blessing or a curse?

The next second, the two of them suddenly landed on Qi Shanglan’s large bed.

The whole room was filled with his scent—intense and unmistakable.

Lin Qianyou immediately grabbed his blanket and wrapped it around herself, rejecting him. “I’m tired. I’m going to sleep.” She buried her head under the covers, breathing in his pleasant scent.

Qi Shanglan chuckled as he lifted the blanket, rubbing her gently. “It’s still early to sleep. Let’s do it a few more times.” He turned her body to face him.

“I’m really not doing it anymore, Qi Shanglan. Please let me go.” She whimpered and started crying again.

“Why not? Afraid of wetting the bed?” He laughed lowly, his hands wandering over her body as he teased her in a lazy, mischievous tone. “It’s fine. This place has three bedrooms and a living room—there are two more beds.”

“Qi Shanglan!”