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

The two of them smiled knowingly. They sat down to chat and admire the scenery as they had done before. Time flew by, and the bright full moon rose into the sky. Tonight's moon was enormous, its light bathing the earth.

Qingsheng suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He leaned close to Ranmo's ear and said, "I drank too much tea just now. I need to go to the bathroom." Ranmo was about to ask if he needed to report this to me, but Qingsheng grabbed him and said, "Let's go together."

Ran Mo stumbled a few steps as he dragged her along. Just as she stopped at a ridge, she saw him start to pull down his pants. She quickly covered her eyes and said, "Aren't you going to the toilet?"

As Qingsheng untied his belt, he said, "I can't wait any longer. This is a field, so I'll just apply fertilizer." Then he turned to look at Ranmo and said, "You take it off too! If you don't do it, I'll do it for you!" He pretended to reach for Ranmo's belt. Ranmo was so scared that he almost sat down on the edge of the field.

"Okay, I'll solve it too. But the moon is so big that even the fairies in the Moon Palace would be shy when they see it." Ran Mo lied.

"Just look. From this distance, we're the only two who can see each other clearly." Qingsheng said, looking at Ranmo with a grin. It's unclear whether he was deliberately putting on a slightly frivolous act to tease her.

"Let's just pee separately. I can't pee with others watching." Ran Mo was telling the truth. Many people experience tension when using the restroom, becoming unable to pee when there are too many people around. I don't believe you, Master Qingsheng, can pee in a crowded public restroom.

Sure enough, his words had some effect. Qingsheng watched Ranmo scurry to the side of a tree at the edge of the field to relieve himself. He was still shouting, "Don't peek."

Qingsheng shook his head and smiled helplessly, then half-closed his eyes and ejaculated to his heart's content.

Ranmo squatted down behind the tree and quickly finished. He stood up and walked back toward the tree. He looked up and saw the guy still standing there, lazily still peeing. Embarrassed, Ranmo quickly closed his eyes and turned away. He would never pee with this guy again, no matter what.

In the afternoon, the sun shines as brightly as the face and teeth of the young man in white.

Mother and Weihua were both out. Ranmo lay alone on her bed, tossing and turning in her thoughts. She wondered if someone would come to her house for a meal today.

That's unlikely. Who would be so shameless as to eat here two days in a row? But who knows, maybe, after all, her cooking is so delicious. His belly must have been bloated yesterday, and I wonder if his abs are still there.

The thought of abs made her blush and her heart beat fast. If he came today, she'd only be offered boiled water. No, not even water. She felt terribly embarrassed when she thought of that embarrassing scene last night. But the moment she stole a glance, she realized that this guy was indeed good-looking in every way.

His voice was also very pleasant. Whether he called her Ranmo or Mo'er, it was always so affectionate. She liked him calling her Mo'er. There was no more affectionate name than this. Come on, call me another name, Mo'er, Mo'er...

"Is Mo'er home?" Ran Mo thought he was hallucinating. A familiar voice actually rang in his ears. How come this nemesis is here before dinner time?

Ran Mo jumped out of bed and looked outside. She saw someone outside the courtyard gate also looking in. She waved at him, and he ran towards her like a thief.

Ran Mo quickly returned to the bed, her back to him. She waited for a long while, but there was no movement. Why was there still a barrier around the door?

Turning her head, she saw Qingsheng standing shyly by the door, refusing to come in. Ranmo understood. How could a grown man dare to enter her boudoir? Then she thought, she is now a young man, and he doesn't know that she is a girl.

Just as he was about to ask, he suddenly realized that his two snow-white thighs were exposed outside the thin blanket. No wonder they blinded his eyes. The weather had been getting warmer recently, so she was wearing a little too little.

She quickly put on her trousers, then went downstairs to lead the fool in.

Qingsheng stood awkwardly on the ground, rubbing his fingers together and saying, "If you weren't in the room, I would have thought this was a girl's boudoir. It's clean and tidy, with a faint fragrance."

Ran Mo smiled and said, "What's your room like?" Qing Sheng said embarrassedly, "It's similar to the big bunk in the military camp. It's always a mess."

Qingsheng suddenly seemed to wake up and came over to her and said, "Hurry up and leave. I haven't seen you this morning. The table was left there and I was basking in the sun all morning."

Ran Mo then realized that he had come to her to answer questions. She ignored him and turned around to lie down on the bed again.

Qingsheng touched her forehead and asked, "Are you sick?" He touched his own and found that he was fine.

Ran Mo replied: "Don't touch me, I have no energy and no mood these days, so I will take a break and not open the stall for the time being."

Qingsheng was stunned, then he laughed and said, "Haha, I knew you wanted to be lazy, but that's not okay, we agreed to do something." He started to pull her. Seeing that she couldn't get up, he started to tickle her.

Ran Mo couldn't stand his amusement and said quickly: "No, it's because I have more interesting things to do now. I'm not interested in other things for the time being. Can you just treat it as a vacation?"

Something more interesting? Qingsheng suddenly became interested. He came up to Ranmo and said, "Tell me quickly, what's the interesting thing? Let me share it with you."

"I won't tell you. This needs to be kept secret."

"Okay, you didn't even tell me, you treat me as an outsider." Qingsheng pretended to be angry, opened his tiger eyes wide, raised his two "tiger claws", and pounced towards Ran Moyan like a newborn tiger cub.

Ran Mo was stunned by this scene. The image of the little boy who had acted like a little tiger and thrown her onto the bed flashed through her mind. Could it really be him?

Ran Mo's heart was pounding. She had never imagined that a beautiful dreamlike scene from her childhood would reappear, and that her beloved childhood sweetheart, no, her dream lover, would be by her side again!

At that moment, she was so excited that she wanted to cry. She didn't know whether to tell him and recognize him. It looked like he hadn't remembered who he was.

Her thoughts raced for a long time, and she couldn't open her mouth to speak. She decided not to say anything for now. Let this beauty continue to rest in her heart for a while.

Seeing the change in Ranmo's expression, Qingsheng thought he had frightened her. He quickly put away his posture, squatted beside the bed, held her little hand in his own, and stared at her intently.

Ran Mo sat up awkwardly. Lying there and accepting worship like this was like a farewell ceremony.

Qingsheng suddenly felt a little uncomfortable and murmured, "Mo'er, you really do look a bit like a girl."

Ran Mo's heart tightened when she heard this. She gritted her teeth, spread her arms, and said with a nonchalant attitude, "Really? Then come and check it out? Can you tell me if I'm a man or a woman?"

This was a risky move for her. If Qingsheng made any further moves, she would be finished. She remained calm, risking her life. This was also due to her previous life as a lawyer, which honed her ability to remain calm in the face of storms.

Seeing this, Qingsheng felt embarrassed. He quickly said, "I was joking. It would be better if you were a boy."

What do you mean? Ran Mo looked at him. He explained, "It's precisely because you're a man that I can come and play with you without any scruples. Otherwise, I wouldn't even be able to enter your house."

Ran Mo thought that was true. Suddenly, he changed his tone and said, "I'm afraid that if I were a girl, you would rather find someone else."

Qingsheng was a bit confused. Ranmo decided it was best not to cause trouble for the innocent boy, so he turned around and sat down at the table. He pulled out a book, flipped through it, and said, "I haven't neglected my studies. Look, I've made a lot of annotations and notes on the book you gave me."

Qingsheng stood behind her, spreading his arms and resting his hands on the edge of the table on either side of her body, forming an embrace. Then he leaned forward to read the notes in her hand.

Qingsheng had excellent eyesight and suddenly noticed something special. He pointed his slender finger at an inconspicuous spot at the bottom of the page and asked quietly, "What are these two words?"

Ran Mo looked in the direction of his fingertips and was almost shocked. The two words written there were clearly the name "Qing Sheng".

She calmed herself down and pretended to be calm, explaining that she had just written it casually.

This reason wasn't a far-fetched one. In her previous life, when she was in elementary school, a classmate was so infatuated with her that he actually wrote her name in large chalk on the front door of his house for passersby to see. This became a popular story (jokingly).

Qingsheng glanced at her sideways, like a teacher, and pointed at the title at the top of the page—"Marriage." Then he looked at her with a cute expression, clearly demanding a clear explanation from her!

It's over. There's really no way to cover up the lie. Ran Mo almost begged for mercy. Qing Sheng didn't embarrass her, but whispered in her ear: "Tell me what are the requirements for marriage."

Ran Mo seized this opportunity and patiently explained the basics of law to him. This was not difficult for her, as lecturing and answering questions were basic skills.

As the conversation progressed, Ran Mo felt her cheek grow warm and slightly itchy. She tilted her face, and the pleasant sensation from the slight friction became even more palpable. It was unclear whether either of them hadn't noticed, or if one of them had shamelessly pressed his cheek against the other's.

Ran Mo wasn't the least bit annoyed. This action was incredibly familiar to her. In her previous life, during college, her only close friend lived in the dorm across the street. It was there, while they were reading head-to-head, that their faces accidentally touched. Though they briefly separated, they soon returned to tentative contact.

In the end, they just kept it a secret, and it became a fun, innocent little secret that they never tired of. What a loving post.

Now, Qingsheng had perfectly replicated this psychedelic movement and emotion. Could it be that he had learned this technique and this little game across millennia? Who was he? Why did he master the words and gestures that had etched Ranmo's heart so deeply and moved him so effortlessly, without any instruction?

The innocent boy before her was undoubtedly him. He was the most precious "gift" God had given her, making up for all the grievances and tortures she had endured in her past and present lives!

Ranmo's thoughts were raging, and Qingsheng was also a little confused. The change in Ranmo's expression in such a short period of time was more confusing and freehand than any sudden change in the weather he had ever seen!

He was afraid that waking up a sleepwalker would be bad for his health, so he quietly snuggled up to her with his furry head like a kitten, not moving at all, occasionally fluttering his long eyelashes and giving her a butterfly kiss on the face, hoping to wake her up in the most gentle way.

I don’t know how long it took, but the peach branches outside the window swayed in the breeze, and they reached into the window, tapping the window frame twice.

The two of them, as if awakened from a dream, glanced at each other, quickly separated, and then, as if to conceal themselves, adjusted their hair and clothes. Their faces were as red as the peach blossoms blooming in March.

Looking out the window, a faint wisp of cloud drifted in the sky, as rich as a piece of green jade, sometimes stretching out, sometimes entwining, as if playing, sometimes lingering...