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

Coward. Ran Mo thought to himself. Looks like I need to slow down the pace even further.

"A moment later, another strand of black hair rubbed against her cheek and her mouth, emitting a pleasant smell. She couldn't help but slightly open her lips, and the strand of black hair slipped into her mouth without missing a beat.

She felt a little disgusted and was about to spit it out, but unexpectedly, the moment her tongue poked out, she tasted a sweet, rich flavor. Like milk, like chocolate, oh, like nectar. She couldn't help but gently sip twice.

As expected, the delicious liquid food was absorbed, and the hungry stomach was fed and no longer felt so uncomfortable. The black hair seemed to have life, continuously supplying the sweet juice.

In this way, her tongue and the hair entangled together, forming a wonderful reaction. Gradually, she felt that what she held in her mouth was no longer the hair, but a fleshy thing.

Ran Mo spoke with great emotion, and she felt that person's embrace was getting tighter. She didn't care about anything else, because the story was about to reach a small climax.

"Just when the girl was intoxicated, a refreshing breath suddenly hit her face. She bravely opened her eyes and looked," Ran Mo instantly mobilized his emotions and raised his voice to shout,

"A beautiful face appeared before me!"

The sound was still lingering when Ran Mo turned to look at the side with a look of pride. He was met with the face of a handsome young man. His dark eyes gleamed with a tender light.

Eyes met. Concentrated and breathless. Time and space stood still.

"Uh." Ran Mo felt a little embarrassed and lowered his eyes slightly. After a while, he raised his head and smiled shyly. "Was the situation just now scary? Didn't scare you?"

The young man stared at her without blinking, and shook his head slowly and perfunctorily.

Ran Mo suddenly felt a little frustrated. After a while, he shrugged and said, "Take your claws off my shoulders."

Qingsheng smiled brightly, gently pinched Ranmo's biceps, and then obediently slid his hand from her shoulder to her waist.

Night insects whispered. Neither of them spoke again. They sat quietly, side by side. In the distance, tiny phosphorescent lights flashed like fireflies, shimmering against the starlight in the night sky. Their thoughts seemed to be lost in the boundless beauty of the night.

The next morning, Ran Mo lay on the soft bed, not wanting to get up. After all, these few days of vacation were perfect for catching up on some sleep.

Outside, my mother was up early, busy with chores in the yard. The chickens and ducks clucked, perhaps fighting for food or flirting with each other.

In the next room, Wei Hua had also risen early and was meticulously dressing in front of the mirror. She seemed to be doing better than before. Back when Ranmo was still in school, she had already taken over her mother's shift, and the daily grind was quite tiring. Whenever Ranmo slept in during the holidays, she would scold him.

Ran Mo pondered what meaningful things to do today. Her heart was already rife with emotion, but she deliberately suppressed it, as her body couldn't handle it otherwise.

Her heart was pounding, and she was constantly overwhelmed by the urge to gasp. She couldn't help but bounce a few times on the bed to relieve the pressure. This feeling of internal conflict was quite strange.

Speak of the devil. Then a clear voice called out from outside the courtyard, "Excuse me, is Ranmo home?"

Hearing this, Ran Mo's mouth revealed a smile of joy. His mother had already called out from outside the house, "I'm here. Who is this young master?"

"Hello, Madam. I'm Ranmo's friend, Qingsheng. I'm here to see him," Qingsheng replied politely. He had learned the address last night and came to visit this morning.

When Ranmo heard him say he was her friend, her heart was touched. She had almost no one she could call a friend. Even Weihua used to tease her when they were little, saying, "You don't even have a single friend."

She had never expected that someone would address her like this in such a short time. This simple title touched her deeply.

"Okay, okay, you are a very polite child." Mother said as she welcomed Qingsheng into the house.

Wei Hua also heard the noise and stretched her neck to look out the window. She had been taking her time, quickly applying the cream on her face, then lifted her skirt and walked quickly to the door. Then she paused and walked out with the deliberate grace of a lotus.

Qingsheng was walking forward when he suddenly saw a pretty woman standing in front of him, looking at him with a half-smile and a bit of arrogance.

Qingsheng turned to look at Ranmo's mother. His mother hurriedly introduced him, "This is Ranmo's sister, Weihua. Come over and meet the little guest."

Wei Hua made a gesture of a thousand bows and nodded without saying anything. Qing Sheng bowed and clasped his fists, "Greetings, sister."

Weihua put on a smile and said, "Hello, young master. You and I are about the same age, so there's no need to call me sister. Just call me Weihua. Wei means reeds among the vast reeds, and Hua means picturesque paintings."

Ranmo, listening in the next room, nearly laughed out loud. Weihua had complained about her not wanting to be called "sister," and now she was pushing it away when someone else called her "sister." And her self-introduction—elegant yet tinged with sourness.

"Sister, your name is truly poetic," Qingsheng chimed in. Ranmo pouted. Men's words were truly sweet. He'd just praised her name a few days ago, and now he was complimenting someone else.

While they were talking, Ranmo quickly jumped out of bed, dressed, folded the quilt, and washed up. She didn't need to put on makeup, she was naturally beautiful.

After tidying up neatly, she lifted the curtain and walked into the main hall. Qingsheng, who was sipping tea, saw her come out and quickly put down his cup and stood up, showing a bright smile and said, "Ranmo, I came to see you. Are you planning to go anywhere today?"

Before Ranmo could respond, Weihua interrupted, saying, "Ah, now is a great time for an outing. It's quite enjoyable for young people to gather their friends and go on an outing together."

Qingsheng turned around and said, "That's a good suggestion, sister!" Weihua said with a hint of annoyance, "Alas, it's a pity that I'm a girl and you don't even bother to take me out for a walk. It's so boring to stay in the house all day."

"What are you talking about, sister? If you're willing, we can go out together." Qingsheng invited generously.

"That's great. Young master is such a cheerful person. Also, don't call me sister anymore. Just call me Weihua the same way you call Ranmo." Weihua couldn't hide her pleasure and kept muttering.

"Well, I'm sorry for being rude. I sincerely ask Madam, Weihua and Ranmo to give me more guidance in the future." Qingsheng is worthy of being a young master. He answered with grace and cultivation.

Ran Mo raised his head to look at the sky outside the window and said, "It looks overcast today. I'm afraid it's going to rain. Let's go out for fun another day so we can make some preparations."

A few people looked at each other and agreed with Ranmo's statement. They sat in the room and continued to drink tea and chat.

When my mother heard Qingsheng say he was from Dayue City, she paused for a moment and smiled, "Young Master, you have come all the way here. It truly brings honor to our humble home."

Qingsheng excitedly told everyone about the customs and anecdotes of Dayue City. Ranmo and Weihua were captivated. The room was filled with a harmonious and peaceful atmosphere.

At this moment, a faint sound of crying, shouting, beating and scolding could be heard from outside. Everyone's expression changed, and they hurriedly stood up and went out to see what was going on.

At the entrance of a nearby alley, a reckless man was dragging a woman on the ground, beating her occasionally and cursing, "I work so hard every day, and you, a bastard, are still feeding me leftovers."

There were some neighbors watching nearby, but it was of no use trying to persuade them.

Seeing this scene, my mother shook her head and sighed, "The Zhao family used to live a good life, but then their business failed, and their child became ill. Life became increasingly difficult, and the couple's arguments became more and more frequent."

Ran Mo said: "This man is too unreasonable! Even if a couple has a conflict, they shouldn't hit each other."

"Ran Mo is right! This bastard must be stopped!" Qing Sheng said indignantly, and then walked quickly towards the crowd. The others followed.