Miss, You Said This Was a Good Morning Kiss

The evening arrived.

"Wahhhh!!!"

Su Muwan clutched her head, squirming on the couch.

Qin Luo's large hand pressed down on her head as he shook it with a deceptively gentle smile. "Su Muwan, did I teach you demonic arts for you to use them like this?"

"Trying to charm me? You really dared to pull this stunt!"

Su Muwan's hair was tousled into a mess as she whined in surrender, "I was wrong, I was wrong!"

"I promise I’ll never do it again!!"

"Hehe..."

Qin Luo’s eye twitched. "Hehe my foot!"

Still, his grip loosened slightly, though he didn’t let go entirely. Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "Tell me, what exactly were you wrong about?"

"I was wrong for..."

Su Muwan blinked, counting on her fingers. "Using charm magic recklessly, and... for taking advantage of you..."

She peeked up at Qin Luo’s expression, noticing his sternness easing slightly.

Clearing her throat, she asked, "Is that enough?"

Qin Luo snorted and finally released her. Seeing her disheveled and pitiful state, he couldn’t help but laugh. "Who knows how long this 'promise' of yours will last."

"What’s that supposed to mean?!"

Shaking with rage!

Since when did this measly Qin Luo become so bold?!

Su Muwan knew she was in the wrong, so she didn’t argue further now that the crisis had passed.

But...

There was one thing she still didn’t understand.

"Luo Luo."

Su Muwan tilted her head, studying Qin Luo with curiosity. "Did you see anything in the illusion? Something that... captivated you?"

The moment the words left her mouth, Qin Luo’s lips twitched.

He averted his gaze, avoiding eye contact.

Clearing his throat, he muttered, "Nothing."

"?"

Something was off—no, something was extremely off.

Su Muwan frowned and leaned in closer.

Sniff sniff~

She inhaled Qin Luo’s scent, then her pupils trembled in shock. "This is..."

"The smell of a LIE!!!"

Qin Luo: ?!

You can smell that?!

He coughed awkwardly. "No, really, nothing."

There was no way he could admit what happened in that illusion.

Absolutely not.

That illusion had played out all his secret preferences.

Seeing Qin Luo’s nervous expression, Su Muwan’s eyes instantly reddened. She gritted her teeth and glared at him. "No wonder you kissed me even after being charmed!"

"Confess!"

"Did you see some other woman in that illusion? Did you kiss her instead?!"

No wonder she had felt something was off!

Putting aside the fact that she was the one who charmed him, Qin Luo had been the one to kiss her first—and she hadn’t even complained about it!

Could it be...?

[Maybe Qin Luo actually wants a harem!]

Su Bailian’s voice echoed in her mind, refusing to fade.

Qin Luo!!

Su Muwan’s pupils dilated as she stared at him in disbelief, her voice trembling. "You actually want a harem?!"

Qin Luo: ??

"No!"

Qin Luo was speechless. "Since when did I say I wanted a harem?"

"I only love you."

"Classic playboy line!"

"Playboy line???"

"Wuuuuu... You’re hiding something from me. You do have another woman, don’t you?"

Su Muwan sat on the couch, rubbing her dry eyes.

Qin Luo covered his face, thinking for a moment before sighing in resignation. "Fine... The illusion I saw was..."

Three minutes later.

Su Muwan’s expression cycled through shock, confusion, trembling, horror, realization, daze, indignance, resignation, embarrassment, and even a hint of anticipation.

Finally, her face flushed red as she glared at Qin Luo, her voice shaking.

"Pe... Pervert."

Qin Luo: ......

I knew I shouldn’t have said anything.

"Mu Mu, let me explain—"

"No! So this is what you’ve been fantasizing about doing to me, you little—!"

"That’s not it!"

"It is! You’re just a horny beast!"

A horny beast?

Hearing that, Qin Luo took a deep breath and looked at Su Muwan—who was clutching her chest, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

...She’s teasing me again, isn’t she?

A smirk tugged at his lips as he suddenly laughed. "You got me, young lady!"

"Since you’ve seen through me, I might as well drop the act!"

Su Muwan froze, then her face burned red. "Y-You! What are you planning?!"

Qin Luo tugged at his collar, raising an eyebrow. "What do you think?"

!!

Su Muwan’s smile stiffened as she scrambled backward on the couch. "S-Stop joking around, Luo Luo, I was just— Mmph!!!"

......

......

The next morning.

"Mnn..."

The morning breeze gently rustled the curtains, allowing soft rays of sunlight to seep into the room.

"Luo Luo..."

Su Muwan groggily opened her eyes, her voice still hoarse from sleep, the lingering drowsiness making her movements sluggish.

She reached out beside her, only to find the space where Qin Luo should have been empty.

Instantly awake, she propped herself up, her head still slightly dizzy. Memories of Qin Luo’s smirk last night—the way he had cornered her—flashed through her mind, making her cheeks burn.

"That jerk... Where did he run off to so early?"

Muttering to herself, she wrapped the blanket around her and shuffled out of bed, slipping into her slippers as she wandered around the apartment.

As soon as she reached the living room, she spotted Qin Luo—apron tied around his waist—arranging something on the dining table.

The sunlight outlined his tall figure in a warm glow, giving him an unexpectedly domestic and handsome aura.

Hehe~~

Su Muwan grinned and tiptoed toward him.

But before she could say anything, Qin Luo—as if he had eyes on the back of his head—spoke without turning around.

"Awake? Go wash up and come eat."

Ignoring him, Su Muwan wrapped her arms around him from behind, burying her face against his back.

"After what you did last night... you’re just acting like nothing happened?"

Her voice was still soft from sleep, but her arms tightened around his waist, pinning him in place.

Qin Luo chuckled, setting down the plate in his hand.

"What, Miss, still reminiscing about last night? Should we continue to—"

Before he could finish, Su Muwan yelped and jumped back, her face scarlet.

"D-Don’t say it!!"

Qin Luo turned around, his grin widening at her flustered expression.

"Why not?"

"Just don’t!"

Qin Luo leaned down slightly, meeting her gaze at eye level, watching as her blush deepened.

Something inside him stirred.

Without hesitation, he slid an arm around her waist and pulled her close.

Before she could recover from her embarrassment, he dipped his head and captured her lips in a soft kiss.

Su Muwan’s eyes widened—every retort she had prepared vanishing in an instant.

She instinctively closed her eyes, her hands unconsciously clutching the front of Qin Luo's clothes as her body gradually softened, surrendering to the tender intimacy he drew her into.

After a moment, Qin Luo slowly pulled back from her lips, taking in her dazed gaze and flushed cheeks before teasing, "You said it yourself, Young Miss—this is called a good morning kiss."

Clearing his throat lightly, he added, "Not angry anymore, are you?"

Su Muwan finally snapped out of her daze and shot him a glare. "Hmph~ One more cream puff, and I’ll forgive you."

"Alright, alright," he conceded.