She had always thought that Qin Moling was a man of few desires, until last night and then again today.

When he wanted her, his eyes were full of possessiveness.

After calming down, Qin Moling let her go, stood up, picked up the soaked nightdress, and took it to the bathroom.

After taking a bath, Jian Hang wore a long-sleeved bathrobe.

Qin Moling had occupied the sofa and coffee table to work overtime. She dried her hair and went to bed to look at her mobile phone.

People in the company knew that she was here to take wedding photos, so they didn’t have the nerve to disturb her. They even sent her half as many emails as usual.

After handling the few emails, she had nothing to do and logged into the game.

As soon as Qin Moling raised his head, he saw her holding the mobile phone horizontally.

He unplugged his laptop and took it to bed. He never worked in bed, and today was the first time he did so.

Jian Hang was fighting in the game when she saw a dark shadow approaching from the corner of her eye. She thought Qin Moling had finished his work and was getting ready to sleep.

Two minutes passed, and he still didn’t lie down.

She took a moment to glance to the side and saw that he was engrossed in looking at his laptop.

She didn’t have time to think about why he was looking at the laptop in bed, so she looked away and focused on the game.

She was the first to PK and defeat all teams, leading her teammates to take first place.

But at the start of the second session, she began to feel dizzy and motion-sick again.

Jian Hang couldn’t stare at the screen and could only rely on luck to rush forward and was killed by the opponent effortlessly.

Feeling dizzy and uncomfortable, she threw away her phone and lay back on the pillow.

Qin Moling glanced sideways. If it was Qin Xing who was like this, he could just kick him. She knew that she got dizzy from 3D, but she still refused to change and insisted on playing.

But seeing her like this, he couldn’t bear to be cruel and asked her, “Do you want to drink water?”

Jian Hang shook her head, “I just need to lie down for a while and I’ll be fine.”

Qin Moling was speechless, “You have to play even if you feel uncomfortable?”

“I can not be reconciled.”

“…”

Jian Hang calmed down and lay on her side, “For example, you suddenly get car sick one day and you can’t stand it and can only drive for half an hour at most. There are so many luxury cars in your garage. Do you think you are willing to do it?”

Qin Moling: “…”

There was nothing to say.

He didn’t refute, he should be able to empathize with her current mood.

Thinking of this, Jian Hang dragged her pillow towards him and followed suit.

“You may have misconceptions and prejudices about the game.”

Qin Moling didn’t hear what she said clearly; his focus was on the distance between them.

It seemed natural that they were so close now.

Jian Hang continued, “Playing cars and playing games are actually the same thing…”

Qin Moling interrupted her, “I’m not interested in playing games.”

Jian Hang’s hope of getting a disciple was completely shattered. She couldn’t force him or beat him up. She threw her pillow back to the other side. Before she could move over, Qin Moling grabbed her arm and pulled her back, refusing to let her go. She lay back on her side again.

He put the laptop on the bedside table and turned off the light.

Jian Hang turned around in his arms. She was too tired just now.

Qin Moling knew that she was tired and didn’t push her. He held one of her hands and pushed it down his abdomen.

Jian Hang’s eyes have adapted to the dimness of the room. The lamp on the terrace was still on, illuminating the room from a distance, so that they could see each other’s eyes clearly.

She held him.

At first, she didn’t know where to put her fingers, and it felt hot to the touch.

But Qin Moling didn’t allow her hand to leave.

He put his other hand behind her head and held the back of her head, preventing her from turning her face away.

Jian Hang had no choice but to look at him, and he looked into his eyes.

Looking at each other, when that feeling came over, it became more intense.

Jian Hang was also submerged in the moment.

They were quiet for a while.

Qin Moling raised his hand to turn on the light.

Jian Hang got up and went to the bathroom to turn on the faucet and wash her hands.

They now have good physical communication and very little verbal communication.

But the human heart was ever greedy, and after having done it with him, she hoped that he could give her hugs and kisses at normal times, not just during those times.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

The next afternoon, they got on the return flight.

The two of them were much the same as when they first flew out, with no small talk between them.

Qin Moling asked the stewardess for a cup of hot water.

Jian Hang took out laptop notebook and opened a new document.

After a long time, she only typed two words: resignation letter

Her mind was blank and she didn’t know what to write.

Beginning from an internship when she was still in university, this year was her ninth year at Yinlin.

Without the opportunity given by Yinlin and the cultivation of Boss Pang, she might not have achieved what she has today.

That time in the hospital, Feng Mai asked her what was there about Yin Lin that she should be nostalgic about.

There was a lot.

There were so many that she didn’t even know where to start.

Marriage First, Love Later translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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Chapter 34.3 — Unable to Control Oneself
Chapter 35.1 — Apology
Chapter 35.2 — Apology
Chapter 35.3 — Apology
Chapter 36.1 — Ask for More
Chapter 36.2 — Ask for More
Chapter 36.3 — Ask for More