Qingyun's Love: Tiger Boy Falls in Love with a Pretty Lawyer

In that era, many young people were obsessed with abdominal muscles, finding them sexy and appealing. In fact, earlier, more direct and explicit displays were popular. Later, as trends changed, abdominal muscles became a secondary priority.

According to Ranmo, abdominal muscles can be broadly divided into two categories. One is what can be called washboard or flat muscles, the kind commonly known as skinny abs that don't count. Ranmo feels that maintaining a flat abdomen in an era of abundant food is inherently rare, while having fat-encased muscles feels a bit like a tricky trick.

The other type is bread-and-bread or milk-and-milk. These muscles are full and elastic, with a wonderful texture and feel. Whether they're white or black, the texture is equally alluring. Just thinking about them makes me drool.

Ran Mo swallowed his saliva. He made up his mind. After all, he had traveled to ancient times. He had finally caught a gentle and handsome man. He would be a fool not to take a look at him.

Qingsheng looked confused. "Fuji? What is that? Is it delicious?"

Ran Mo frowned, "Please, it's not the chicken you think of, I mean the abdominal muscles, whether the stomach is hard or not."

"Oh, so that's the case. Then I may disappoint you." Qingsheng replied woodenly.

"What? You don't have it?" Ran Mo said angrily. Such a strong body is wasted.

"Oh no, I do. I've been worried about this for a long time. My brothers are all big and strong, with thick flesh all around their waists and abdomens, looking very strong and powerful.

I don't eat a lot on a daily basis, so my stomach is flat and my muscles are visible, which makes me look weak."

Oh my god. Bro, that's not how you define a weakling. Ranmo realized that ancient aesthetics differed from modern ones: chubby, thick-chested, and pot-bellied men were more popular. Such a shame for those handsome guys with abs.

Before she could ask any more questions, she saw Qingsheng begin to pull up his shirt. Ranmo couldn't help but feel both embarrassed and delighted. He really wasn't shy.

Ran Mo held his breath and looked sideways.

The young man's waist, abdomen, and chest were exposed. His skin was slightly paler than his cheeks and neck, yet still radiated a healthy rosy complexion. His muscular bodies, thick and plump, lay before him like rows of jade, like finely crafted gemstones, giving him a translucent, brittle quality.

Ran Mo's eyes were dazzled. She opened her mouth, unable to speak. Unexpectedly, the young man took her hand and let her caress and roam over that fortress of abdominal muscles.

As smooth as jade, with full elasticity and a wonderful texture and feel. Wow, a true milky skin! Ranmo's heart almost jumped out of her chest. She loved drinking milk, and she had a special liking for the white and plump milky abs. She never thought she would be able to enjoy this exquisite delicacy in her lifetime.

The young man's heart was also stirred. Perhaps to give her a more accurate view, he tucked his pants down further. A black foxtail grass stalk faintly opened up, accompanied by a faint musky scent.

It can’t go any further! While Ran Mo was intoxicated, he still stubbornly maintained a trace of clarity.

Suddenly, I remembered a past life when my innocent and lively nephew had a mosquito bite on his belly. He'd been scratching at it with his hands. As he pulled down his shorts a little too hard, he pulled out that little treasure, leaf and stem included. The whole family burst into laughter.

That was just a child's mischief, but now there was a mature young man standing before her, openly and without hesitation showing off his hidden abs and willingly letting her touch them. Was this her doomed love life, compensation in this life, or perhaps a blessing earned through countless lifetimes of hard work?

While still immersed in the beautiful fantasy and practice, Ran Mo heard a whisper in his ear, "Let me see yours too."

What? Ran Mo woke up from his dream, quickly pulled his hand back, and hopped to the side like a rabbit.

Qingsheng pouted, looking as if he felt it was unfair. Ranmo quickly explained, "Well, I don't have abdominal muscles. I'm just a weakling. If you don't believe me, just look." She raised her right arm slightly and patted her stomach. "I don't have any muscles at all."

Qingsheng looked her over and said unwillingly, "Your chest muscles seem pretty good. They're called pectoral muscles, right?"

Ran Mo's head was buzzing. Good boy! You've learned to draw inferences from one instance. You want to see my pecs? No way. If you dare to talk nonsense again, I'll rip off your straps and spank you!

She usually used a bra to hold her chest tightly, but he still saw through her.

She also wanted to teach him a modern civilized phrase, "Say no chicken, be civilized to you and me."

Ran Mo looked like he was about to bite someone. The idiot, on the other hand, had a confused, somewhat aggrieved expression on his face. It was unclear whether he was genuine or just pretending.

"Okay, let's put it this way. When I get my chest and abdominal muscles in shape, I'll show them to you, okay?" Ran Mo took the lead in breaking the awkwardness. "Actually, I've always wanted to say that you are good at martial arts, and I'm good at literature. If we cooperate with each other in the future, we will definitely be able to achieve great things, just like punishing the evildoers today." Ran Mo felt that this was a good plan.

As expected, the naive boy's anger turned into joy. He took Ran Mo's hand and said, "Mo'er, I don't really care whether you have muscles or not. I feel very happy and relaxed when I'm with you. This is a feeling I've never had before."

Ran Mo listened to his chatter with great pleasure. She, too, wished for such a warm feeling. He had learned this phrase quite quickly and was using it with ease.

Qingsheng continued with genuine emotion, "The reason I feel close to you is because your appearance and smile really seem to have appeared in my dreams before."

"Oh, that's a real honor."

"The person in my dream is actually... she left before I could understand anything. I can no longer remember her voice, appearance, or smile, but I believe that the person in my dream is her."

"Who is she?" Ran Mo seemed to have guessed something and asked.

"My mother." Qingsheng answered in a low voice.

"Huh?" Ran Mo was speechless. His mother must be a good person, but thinking back on what he had just said, he felt a little strange.

She was about to make a funny expression, but she saw Qingsheng's face was solemn, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat. It seemed she had touched upon the child's heartbreak. She, after all, shared these painful memories. The absence of family, the incompleteness of her family, and the bullying she endured were only one aspect of the pain. The shock and damage to her young heart were irreparable for the rest of her life.

She didn't know how to comfort him. She wanted to share her own struggles, to offer some sympathy. But in her experience, when someone recounts their own misfortunes or pain, it's best for the listener not to use their own experience as an example to distract from the other person's suffering. Both of them complaining about their own woes, even crying over each other's chests, only served to increase the problem's distress.

Although the boy in this life was slightly older than her, her past life's experience and knowledge were clearly far superior. She might as well act like a caring older sister and offer him some comfort and guidance. Just don't treat her like a thousand-year-old demon. If she really wanted to quibble, he was from the ancient times, and she's from today, so it's hard to say who's older. Haha.

She mustered her courage, slowly grasped the boy's hand, and placed it a centimeter away from her chest. She looked him in the eyes and said, "Everyone has their own worries and even misfortunes. But we still have to face them calmly, right? If you trust me, we can help you find your mother together in the future, okay?"

Ranmo's chicken soup is good, but it sounds a bit childish.

Qingsheng was moved by her. He wanted to rest his head on Ranmo's shoulder and rub it, but he was a head taller than Ranmo. That pose was impossible. So he decided to go all out and simply opened his arms to pick Ranmo up, then spun him in the air twice, letting out a cheerful "yo yo" sound.

Ranmo was a little dizzy from this sudden "love hug and spin." When she was put down, she lost her balance and collapsed in Qingsheng's arms.

Qingsheng embraced her. The delicate fragrance of her hair filled his nose. He tilted his face slightly towards Ranmo's small head, looking a little intoxicated.

Ran Mo wanted to push him away, but she felt too weak. So she let him hold her, just to comfort him. She also hoped this warm moment could last a little longer.