Jian Hang lay in Qin Moling’s arms, counting down the massage that could end at any time.

She also clearly felt that after pressing on her acupressure points for some twenty or so minutes, his strength had gradually weakened and his fingers probably felt tired and sore.

Despite knowing that he was tired, Jian Hang still didn’t tell him to stop.

Qin Moling released the back of her neck. His right hand was tired and had no strength left, so he supported her head with both hands and helped her up.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Qin Moling lay her head on his other shoulder, and he switched to his left hand to continue massaging.

Perhaps it was due to his massage or, more realistically, as long as she stopped staring at the game screen she would recover slowly on her own, but she did indeed begin to feel better.

More than half an hour passed, “Jian Hang.” His low voice came from above her head.

Jian Hang felt comfortable and almost fell asleep in his arms.

She turned her face slightly, opened her eyes and looked at him, “What’s the matter?”

Qin Moling lowered his gaze to look at the person in his arms and sought her opinion, “For your birthday this year, should I throw you a birthday party?”

Jian Hang’s birthday was in early August, which was still a month and a half away.

She preferred to have a quiet time than a party, “Just a simple meal with the two of us will do.”

Qin Moling urged, “Why don’t you invite some friends to have some fun?”

Over the years, every time her birthday came along, she was always so busy that she didn’t even have time to have a meal with her family.

Qin Moling respected her opinion and asked, “Is there anything you want in particular for your birthday?”

Afraid that she would misunderstand, he added, “I am already preparing something. Do you want something else in addition?” He could always just get her two gifts.

With a substantive relationship budding between them, they both planned to live a good life together, so Jian Hang didn’t bother to be polite with him. She nodded, “Yes.”

Jian Hang didn’t say anything and just looked at him.

He should know what she meant.

Qin Moling looked at her and guessed what gift she wanted from the meaningful look in her eyes.

If he guessed correctly, she has not given up and still wanted him to register a game account and learn how to play games. And once his game skills has improved, whenever she felt dizzy in the middle of a game, she could hand him her phone and he would be able to take over.

But there was no way he could play games.

Qin Moling refused without mercy, “Change to a more practical gift.”

Jian Hang said, “Forget it then.”

She has no interest in other gifts.

“I will tell you if there’s anything I want in the future.” She believed that it was not necessary for couples to give each other gifts on their birthdays.

She wanted to sit up straight, but just as she moved, Qin Moling pressed her to his shoulder again, “Stop it. Jian Hang, how old are you? I didn’t let you play games, and you got upset?”

Jian Hang: “…”

This was really unfair.

“I’m just tired of sitting like this. Let me change my sitting position.”

Her body has been leaning forward all this time and her back was now sore after sitting like this for a long time.

Qin Moling looked at her stretched out back. She was sitting on her chair, leaning forward in his arms. She must truly have been tired of this pose.

He released her neck and said, “Stand up for a moment.”

Jian Hang didn’t know what he planned to do so she could only stand up as she was told.

As soon as she left her seat, Qin Moling stretched out his long legs, kicked her chair away, and gathered her in his arms, sitting her astride his lap.

This position was the most convenient for lying in his arms—but it was also the most ambiguous.

Jian Hang had sat astride him in his arms before, but that had always been on the bed, and at those times the two of them were tightly pressed together, each immersed in the other.

But now the two were in the dining room.

While she was distracted, Qin Moling continued to massage the acupoints on the back of her neck.

Qin Moling was still thinking about her birthday present. He definitely couldn’t give her the gift she wanted.

After thinking for a moment, he said, “Let’s take you to the hospital when we have time.”

“For being dizzy?”

“Yeah.”

Better to see if there was any way to cure her 3D dizziness, otherwise she would be unhappy every day.

He knew the Director of the neurology department and he wanted to make an appointment for tomorrow.

Jian Hang didn’t hold out much hope for completely curing her 3D sickness. It was similar to motion sickness: it was difficult to cure.

After this topic was exhausted, the dining room fell into silence.

The two were not talking; who would believe that the neither of them had unruly thoughts considering their sitting posture?

When Qin Moling looked down at her, he couldn’t help but kiss her on the forehead and asked in a low voice, “Go upstairs?”

“Yeah.”

They both knew what they were going to do upstairs.

Qin Moling ignored the laptop and documents on the table and led Jian Hang by the hand upstairs.

He walked in front and she followed behind.

Jian Hang looked at his back. He had only held her hand like this when they were taking wedding photos.

When they reached the bedroom, Qin Moling locked the door with one hand and turned off the light with the other.

Jian Hang suddenly couldn’t see anything, so she put a hand to the wall and walked towards the bed.

She had just taken two steps when she was pulled back by Qin Moling.

Jian Hang became unsteady and suddenly found her back was pressed against his chest.

Qin Moling hugged her from behind, his arms around her were firm and strong.

It was the first time that Jian Hang was hugged like this by him. Her heart beat wildly. She half-turned her head to look at him, but she couldn’t see clearly in the dark. Qin Moling lowered his head and kissed her nose.

The kiss was searing.

Jian Hang turned around in his arms and hugged his waist.

In terms of love-making, she and Qin Moling were surprisingly compatible. She liked him to kiss her, and he seemed to be able to sense it. As long as she raised her head, he would give her a deep kiss.

They didn’t manage to reach the bed.

Right next to the bedside table, Qin Moling hugged her, kissed her, and wanted her. He was unwilling to let her go for a single moment.

He asked forcefully and kissed gently.

The sweat on their bodies blended together.

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

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Chapter 38.2 — Indulgence
Chapter 38.3 — Indulgence