Qin Moling finally finished the liangpi on the plate. He didn’t like eating it, and if it weren’t for the seasoning she made, he would never have eaten even one bite.

After dinner, the two went upstairs.

Upon entering the bedroom, Jian Hang did not turn on the light.

Qin Moling stretched out his arm, touched the switch, and the light came on.

The next second, the lights went out again.

Jian Hang had turned off the lights.

She took the initiative to put her arms around his neck.

Qin Moling paused for a moment, “Not tired?”

They’ve been doing it for several days in a row, at least twice a day—he was worried that her body couldn’t take it.

Jian Hang said nothing.

She was actually tired, but she wanted to cling to him before going to bed; it seemed then that she could sleep soundly.

Qin Moling lowered his head to find her lips and nibbled them gently.

He bent his knees slightly and pushed against the door.

The door closed. The light from the corridor outside was blocked, and the room was pitch dark.

He held Jian Hang with one hand and with his other hand unbuckled his belt.

Then he gave it to her.

… …

After taking a shower, it was almost midnight.

Jian Hang lay on her pillow. It was only when they went to the hospital to see Director Zhou did Qin Moling take the initiative to hold her in his arms. Last night, when they came back from the apartment, they still slept separately.

Qin Moling dried his hair and turned off the lights.

Jian Hang’s eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. She could now see the outline of his arm, and she placed her hand very close to his.

Qin Moling lifted his hand, placed it on the back of her hand, and brought their fingers together, gently holding her hand.

With this touch, the hormones that had already calmed down came rushing back again.

The two of them were in the fresh period, craving for each other’s bodies, and one time was simply not enough.

Qin Moling responded.

So did Jian Hang.

She raised herself up on her elbows.

Just as she moved a little towards him, he exerted force with his hand and pulled her over.

Qin Moling lay flat on his back. He held her waist and pulled her towards him.

Jian Hang lay on top of him.

This was something she had always wanted to do but had never had the nerve to do.

Only at this time could she look at him freely and without any psychological burden.

Jian Hang lowered her head, wanting to kiss his eyes, his nose, and his chin.

But finally, she kissed him on the lips.

When the relationship between them was no longer just about physical desire but involved feelings, then she would kiss his handsome face.

Qin Moling put one arm around her shoulders and the other hand around her waist.

He exerted force on her waist and back, turned them over, and pressed her under him.

The two of them didn’t stop kissing.

Qin Moling had never teased her about this matter before. He briefly thought about teasing her for a while and then giving it to her once she begged him.

But he was afraid that she would be too embarrassed to ask him again.

As a result, every time she hinted in the slightest, he never made her wait.

He gave it to her as much as she wanted.

Under him, Jian Hang reached the clouds.

Qin Moling kissed her on the forehead and asked, “Do you still have the energy to take a shower?” If not, he would just wipe her with a wet towel to save her the trouble of getting up again.

Jian Hang thought to herself that she had to get up even if she didn’t have the strength.

It was impossible for him to help her clean up down there anyway.

“I’ll go wash right away.”

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When she lay down on the bed again, Jian Hang was exhausted. Her body was tired, but her mind was clear. She hasn’t been working much recently, so she should have felt relaxed, but she wasn’t quite used to it.

She was used to being busy, spinning around like a top, and now that she had some free time, she felt guilty for wasting her life away.

She planned to use her long vacation to cultivate their relationship.

Thinking of this, Jian Hang sat up.

The light in the bedroom was off. Qin Moling didn’t know why she suddenly sat up. “What’s wrong?”

Jian Hang didn’t say anything. She lifted the quilt, leaned towards him, and lay in his arms.

Qin Moling paused—then hugged her.

“Qin Moling.”

“Mm?”

“I plan to chase you.”

Qin Moling didn’t react for a moment, “What do you mean?”

Jian Hang said bluntly, “Chase you and make you fall in love with me.”

“…”

There was silence for two seconds.

Jian Hang asked, “Have you ever been pursued before? I mean, have you also fallen in love with the person who pursued you.”

“Nothing like that.”

“Then I’ll try to catch up with you. The worst result is that I can’t catch up with you and we will continue to be a plastic couple.”

“……” It turned out that in her eyes, they were just a plastic couple.

Jian Hang said, “When I’m not busy anymore, I’ll start chasing you.”

Qin Moling patted her and said, “Go to sleep.”

“Okay, good night.”

… …

Having done it twice just now, Jian Hang was indeed sleepy.

She felt so safe being held in his arms and fell asleep in less than two minutes.

“Jian Hang.” Qin Moling wanted to ask her why she suddenly wanted to pursue him.

The person in his arms did not respond.

She just said she wanted to pursue him and then immediately fell asleep. Qin Moling didn’t know what to say about this woman.

Jian Hang fell into a deep sleep, but Qin Moling couldn’t sleep.

He couldn’t understand why Jian Hang wanted to chase him.

Was it because she liked him?

She was the one who stood him up during their first blind date, and she was also the one who didn’t want to marry him.

But she just gave him a hug, and he willingly took on telling Director Zhou about her condition on her behalf.

Tonight she just called him ‘Husband’ on WeChat, and he stopped minding that she forgot to make dinner for him.

With his temper, the moment she stood him up on their first blind date, there should have been no way he would have a future with her.

… …

The next morning, Qin Moling was awakened by the alarm clock.

He never used an alarm clock. His biological clock waked him up at a specific time every day. Today was the first time this has happened.

He didn’t fall asleep until almost three o’clock last night.

Jian Hang opened her eyes and saw the person still beside her, which was very strange. Qin Moling took naps during noon break; this allowed him to get up early in the morning, about half an hour earlier than her.

Usually when she woke up, he was no longer in the bedroom.

“Morning.”

“Yeah.” Qin Moling glanced at her. He wanted to ask her the questions he had from last night, but this morning, he couldn’t bring himself to ask anything. He also felt that there was no need to bring out in the open something like love.

There was no need to be so thorough.

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

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Chapter 42.3 — I Chase You
Chapter 43.1 — A Thousand Twists and Turns
Chapter 43.2 — A Thousand Twists and Turns