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

The two of them admired the scenery along the way. This road led to the mountains, and the surrounding area was no longer the Gobi Desert, but was instead lined with rows of green trees and colorful flowers.

Each grove has a different color and style, with authentic vibrant colors rather than the usual dull and dingy ones, making you want to take in the beauty.

Tired of looking at the scenery, they leaned on each other's shoulders, head to head, and took a nap. They didn't feel tired or bored after the whole journey.

As the golden sunset dyed the forest into a vibrant hue, dusk slowly descended, painting the jungle with a gray melancholy. Looking at the branches, gently swaying like thin umbrellas, Ranmo vaguely recalled her childhood, when her mother took her on an old car, traveling along unknown country roads.

She was drawn to the beautiful, sparse trees lining the road. Their branches waved back. Gazing at the vast, dusk-shrouded landscape, a sense of loneliness and melancholy washed over her. That desolate beauty, tinged with a touch of melancholy, brought back poetic memories of her childhood.

This time, however, she no longer felt left out, as there was a passionate young man sitting next to her, chatting, joking, and cuddling with her.

Before dark, the carriage reached a village. We needed to stop there for the night and continue our journey the next morning. The coachman told us the location of a nearby inn.

Ran Mo and Qing Sheng jumped out of the car, stretched their muscles, and followed the crowd to the inn area with their small bags on their backs.

There were a few inns scattered around here. Qingsheng picked a large and grand one and walked in with Ranmo.

The waiter came to greet them and asked if they wanted two rooms or one. Qingsheng said one, and it had to be a good one. The waiter agreed and took them upstairs to a guest room.

I opened the door and saw that the room was bright, clean and elegantly decorated, so I settled in. The waiter put down a pot of tea and left.

There were two beds placed side by side against the wall, with plain bedding and pillows. Qingsheng asked Ranmo to choose a bed, and Ranmo chose the one towards the back.

After putting down her luggage, Ranmo went over and opened the windows wide. A gentle breeze blew across her face, and the vibrant, vibrant branches of the trees swayed gently outside. Qingsheng came over to her side and gazed out into the distance with her.

Ranmo really enjoyed the atmosphere of traveling and staying with friends. She used to love traveling, but she always went it alone, even on tour groups. She said she was used to it, but it was also a helpless move. She couldn't even find anyone to share a room with. Even when she was having a great time, there was always a hint of loneliness.

Now, out of nowhere, there was this gentle young man by her side. She felt a surge of happiness. She couldn't let Qingsheng see this for the time being.

Qingsheng stretched his arms, looked at Ranmo and said, "Is this the first time we've lived together outside?"

Ran Mo hummed softly and asked, "Are you used to living outside?"

Qingsheng replied, "Not bad." He then looked back and said, "It's just that these two beds are a little small. How about we put them together?"

Without waiting for Ran Mo to speak, he went straight over and put the two beds together in a few moves. He clapped his hands, looked at it with satisfaction and said, "It's better now. No need to worry about it falling off when sleeping at night."

Ran Mo stared at his actions in a daze, wondering if he had always been this overbearing. Sharing a bed wasn't a big deal; it wasn't like they hadn't done it before. She was just afraid Qing Sheng had more on his mind than just sharing a bed. If they started fighting in bed at night, she wouldn't be able to hide.

In this deserted village and wild inn, she, a weak woman, met such a strong and handsome man. She really had nowhere to escape. What would she do if he used force or evil?

She wasn't one to be careless. Even though she'd wanted to be careless in that life, she couldn't find anyone worthy of being careless. This young man, while he might be considered a very good person, how could she possibly be tempted by his beauty? She was a chaste, strong-willed woman of good family background. If he dared to lose his composure, she would never yield. Unless she could no longer resist, she would surrender.

Oh, if only he and she were truly a legitimate couple, this trip could be considered a honeymoon. But at the moment, she still needed to be dignified and not let her imagination run wild and lose her composure.

As this person was lost in thought, Qingsheng curiously leaned closer to her face and asked, "Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you possessed? Is there something wrong with the tea you just drank?"

Ran Mo finally regained his composure and took a breath, saying, "Uh, nothing much. I was just wondering if I could see my mother when I get to Miaofeng Mountain tomorrow."

Qingsheng said it should be fine, as the journey here had been smooth. As long as I could see your mother, staying a few days longer wouldn't hurt.

Afterward, they went downstairs and enjoyed some local delicacies in the inn's dining hall. The main course was braised chicken. The tender chicken, paired with green and red peppers, soft and glutinous potatoes, and the white noodles at the bottom of the plate, was fragrant, delicious, and satisfying.

Ranmo had never eaten this dish as a child; it probably came to her family later. It tasted good, but it lacked a certain nostalgic quality for her.

Qingsheng also ordered a local red wine. It was made from carefully selected, high-quality grapes. It was sweet and refreshing, with a long aftertaste. They each sampled a little and unknowingly felt a little tipsy.

The two returned to the room and no longer worried about how to sleep, and lay down on the bed on each side.

After dozing off for a while, I thought I would fall asleep quickly, but I woke up again and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. I could only count sheep in my mind.

Qingsheng turned his head and saw Ranmo with her back to him, thinking she had fallen asleep. It was not until he saw her brush her hair by her ear that he realized she was also awake.

Qingsheng patted Ranmo's shoulder gently, wanting her to turn around so that they could talk for a while.

Ran Mo shrugged slightly, indicating that he didn't want to turn around. He also told him to go to sleep quickly because they had to travel early in the morning.

Qingsheng smiled helplessly. How could this matter be expedited? An idea suddenly struck him, and he told Ranmo that he had a great sleep-inducing technique, revealed to him by the Dao Fang family.

Ran Mo leaned slightly to the side, listening intently. Qing Sheng said, "If you don't turn around, I won't say anything." Ran Mo turned around.

The faint moonlight from outside the window shone in. There was a faint glow on the faces of the two people, and their eyes flickered in the darkness.

Qingsheng said that this method was simple. One person just needed to sleep on top of the other, and soon both would fall asleep.

The moon disappeared into the clouds. Ran Mo's expression couldn't be seen in the darkness, but he only heard one sentence: "What's the difference between this and sleeping in someone's arms?"

Qingsheng said, "There's a huge difference." While there are many different sleeping positions, this method only works with the person on top of the other person, and the person on the bottom needs to be significantly stronger than the other person to avoid discomfort. Most importantly, this method is only for sleep aid, and no other distractions should be allowed. Can you do it?

Ran Mo listened to his serious chatter. She offered no objection. She seemed to have already decided that as long as they stayed within the bounds, a little playfulness between them was fine. After all, her ideas had long been shaped by the times. In that era, cohabitation before marriage was considered a minor issue.

In this life, she could tolerate a life without television and cell phones, but she refused to confine herself to the pedantic feudal code of ethics. Why should she confine herself to the liberation that so many people had worked so hard to achieve?

It was rare for Qingsheng to see Ranmo not react so strongly. He simply thought the young man had matured, and he had made up his mind. Most people wouldn't try this with him. But Ranmo was different. He felt that anything he did with her was perfectly normal.

Thinking of this, he became bolder and stretched out his arms to pull Ran Mo towards him.

Ran Mo didn't say a word, nor did he offer any futile resistance. He simply silently cooperated and climbed on top of him. He almost dared not breathe. After a while, they adjusted their positions, their bodies fitting together, their heads tilted to the side.

At that moment, Ranmo felt like crying. The feeling of lying on the chest of a loved one was truly warm and enchanting. It felt like being in a cradle, or on a boat.

Qingsheng, too, felt a strange mixture of comfort and a touch of melancholy. Embracing this warm, soft body in his arms, he felt a surge of excitement, then a sense of sanctity settled. It was as if he were holding a sacred object. He didn't want to let go, and he had no other thoughts.

The two of them adjusted to the situation and continued to hug each other. Just as Qingsheng had said, they soon fell into a sound sleep in peace and comfort.

They slept until dawn, when the sound of the waiter opening the door downstairs to clean woke them. Ran Mo opened his eyes and blushed. His chest was damp with sweat. He quickly pulled himself out of the tangle, sat on the other side, got dressed, and went downstairs to wash up.

Qingsheng rubbed his eyes, still not having slept enough. He looked towards Ranmo's figure, a shy yet contented smile on his face.

After checking out and leaving the restaurant, they continued on the carriage they had taken yesterday. Qingsheng held Ranmo's hand tightly, like a child holding his precious hand.

Qingsheng asked Ranmo if she slept well last night. Ranmo replied that she slept well. Qingsheng felt relieved. Suddenly, he asked again, why did he accidentally touch her back last night and feel a belt?

Ran Mo's heart tightened, but luckily he had already thought of an excuse. He simply said that it was used to adjust and correct back posture, and prevent slouching and hunching.

Qingsheng said this was a great item and asked if he could get one for him. Ranmo almost couldn't contain himself. He quickly said it was for the weaker ones and that he wouldn't be able to use it.

Qingsheng didn't ask any more questions, but instead put his arm around Ranmo and hugged him. Ranmo trembled slightly and said, "Don't do that. There are other people in the car." A little child opposite was leaning on her mother's arms, looking at them curiously.

Qingsheng said, "We hugged each other last night so we could sleep well. Today, we're leaning on each other so we can take a nap. Just listen to me." He pulled a handful of figs from his bag and offered them to the child, inviting him to try. The child happily took them and began to eat.

Ran Mo said nothing more. To be honest, this human flesh cushion was indeed comfortable to lean on. Her only thought now was to savor the wonderful feeling she hadn't experienced in her previous life. Such thoughts were relatively pure, right? She was a chaste woman who never overstepped the boundaries.