After being bought by seven rough men and taken to the deep mountains, I was pampered.

For the first few days after the new house was completed, the Qin family lived a life of blissful happiness.

During the day, the men worked in the fields, tending to the newly reclaimed wasteland with the meticulous care of embroidery.

At night, since everyone had their own rooms (although they all wanted to squeeze into the master bedroom), they no longer had to squeeze into the large dormitory-style bed, and everyone was full of energy.

Especially the second son, Qin Mo.

Ever since he was assigned the west wing as his study, his "refined scoundrel" nature has become completely undisguised.

The autumn provincial examination is just around the corner, a crucial step for the Qin family to turn their fortunes around.

To allow her second brother to focus on his exams, Su Wan gave him a strict order:

"No unauthorized personnel (specifically the third son and the twins) are allowed to approach the west wing! Violators will have their braised pork confiscated!"

Thus, the west wing became a forbidden area for the Qin family.

Apart from... Su Wan, who is in charge of "logistics support".

……

As night fell, the moonlight was as clear as water.

In the west wing, the candlelight flickered.

Qin Mo sat upright at his desk, wearing the dark blue robe that Su Wan had sewn by hand, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

Holding a copy of "Collected Annotations on the Four Books" in his hands, he seemed to be reciting classical Chinese phrases.

In reality...

That book hasn't been turned for half an hour!

His ears were perked up like antennas, constantly listening to the sounds coming from the yard.

Until that familiar "ding-dong" ringtone sounded, getting closer and closer.

"Squeak—"

The door was gently pushed open.

Su Wan walked in carrying a tray.

On the tray was a bowl of freshly stewed bird's nest porridge (obtained from the system shop) and a plate of red cherries freshly picked from the orchard.

The cherries were large, a deep purplish-red, and glistening with dewdrops; they looked...

As alluring as her lips.

"Second brother, are you tired?"

Su Wan put down the tray, speaking very softly, afraid of disturbing the great scholar's train of thought, "Eat something and rest your eyes."

Qin Mo didn't move.

He slowly raised his head, and through the thin lenses of his glasses, his gaze swept over her.

Tonight she wore a light pink, high-waisted ruqun dress, with a snow-white veil draped over it.

In the candlelight, her figure... was exquisite and shapely.

Especially when she bent down to put the plate down just now, her collar drooped slightly...

Qin Mo's Adam's apple bobbed violently as he forcibly shifted his gaze back to the book, his voice cool (pretended):

"Thank you for your trouble, sister-in-law. Leave it here; I'll eat it after I finish reading this essay."

"Oh……"

Su Wan nodded obediently.

She glanced at the somewhat dry inkstone on the table and thought that her second brother was studying so hard, she should help him out.

"Then you take a look first, Second Brother, I'll grind the ink for you."

As she spoke, she stretched out two slender, white fingers and picked up the jet-black inkstone.

I poured a little water into the inkstone, then gently turned my wrist and began to slowly grind the ink.

"Shh...shh..."

The scent of ink filled the air.

But to Qin Mo's ears, that sound was like a demonic cacophony!

Su Wan stood very close to him.

As she ground the ink, the sweet, milky scent of her body after her bath wafted into his nose.

And that wrist peeking out from outside the cuff, so white it was dazzling.

Against the backdrop of that pitch-black inkstone, this extreme black-and-white contrast is simply the ultimate visual violence!

Qin Mo's knuckles turned white from holding the book so tightly.

She did it on purpose.

She definitely did it on purpose!

Is this what the book refers to as "a beautiful woman adding fragrance to one's sleeves"?

This is clearly a case of "beautiful women causing trouble" disturbing my Daoist mind!

"Ugh... my hands are so sore."

After a while, Su Wanyan flicked her wrist coquettishly and muttered something under her breath.

This ink stick is too hard; I can't grind it into a thick paste no matter what I do.

"acid?"

Qin Mo, who had always been "obsessed with reading," suddenly put down his book.

He took off his glasses and casually placed them aside.

Without the lenses to conceal it, those phoenix eyes, which had been suppressed, instantly revealed a wild and aggressive nature.

His eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, giving him an indescribable air of wickedness.

"Sister-in-law, your posture is wrong, and you're using the wrong force."

Qin Mo's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed against it, "Of course it will be sore."

"Huh? How do I do that?" Su Wan asked, looking completely bewildered.

"I'll teach you."

Before he could finish speaking...

Qin Mo suddenly reached out and grabbed Su Wan's hand, which was still holding the ink stick.

The palms were hot, dry, and strong.

Before Su Wan could react...

A powerful force struck.

The world is spinning!

"ah--!"

Su Wan exclaimed in surprise.

The next second, Qin Mo had pulled her over and she landed firmly on his strong thighs!

This pose...

So embarrassing!

She was sitting sideways, nestled in his arms.

Through the thin fabric, she could clearly feel the taut hardness of the leg muscles beneath her, as well as their astonishing heat.

"Second...Second Brother! What are you doing?!"

Su Wan panicked and struggled to get up. "This chair is too hard...put me down!"

"Don't move."

Qin Mo held her slender waist tightly with one hand, trapping her in his arms.

With his other hand, he enveloped her small hand and guided her to grasp the inkstone again.

"Is the chair hard?"

He lowered his head, his lips almost touching Su Wan's earlobe, his warm breath spraying into her ear canal, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Only a firm seat can provide stability."

"Sister-in-law, concentrate. Grinding ink requires a calm mind... If your mind is disturbed, how can the ink be black?"

Su Wan: "..."

My mind is in turmoil.

It was clearly your heart that was pounding like thunder!

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The pounding of a heart in her chest made her back go numb.

Qin Mo guided her hand, drawing circles in the inkstone.

Slow and deliberate, unhurried and unhurried.

But his eyes didn't even look at the inkstone.

Instead, he stared intently at Su Wan's flushed profile and her trembling long eyelashes.

"Sister-in-law."

He leaned forward again, resting his chin gently on Su Wan's shoulder:

"These past few days... I've been so busy making braised pork for that brute third brother and sewing clothes for the twins..."

"My second brother is about to go to the capital for the imperial examination... Doesn't my sister-in-law want to spend some time alone with him?"

That tone was so sour it could practically flood the study.

This is what they call—high-IQ jealousy!

Su Wan shrank her neck, feeling as if she were being coiled up by a giant python.

"I...I brought you some cherries, didn't I?"

"You think you can fob me off with a few cherries?"

Qin Mo chuckled softly, and suddenly tightened his grip on her hand.

A drop of ink splashed from the inkstone and landed on the back of Su Wan's fair hand.

It looks like a beauty mark.

Qin Mo's eyes darkened.

He released the inkstone, grabbed Su Wan's hand, and brought it to his lips.

He stuck out his tongue and swished the drop of ink into his mouth.

"Well……"

Su Wan trembled all over, and her toes curled up.

That move... is so sexy!

Qin Mo tasted the bitterness of ink, but also the sweetness of her skin.

He raised his eyes, his gaze fixed intently on Su Wan:

"Sister-in-law, the ink... is ready."

"Next, it's time to practice calligraphy."

He picked up the wolf-hair brush on the table and dipped it in ink.

"I heard that your handwriting... isn't very good?"

"Tonight, your second brother will teach you step by step. Once you've mastered this stroke... your second brother will let you go back to sleep."

Su Wan looked at the thick, long calligraphy brush, and then at Qin Mo's posture, which showed no intention of letting her go.

He could only nod reluctantly, "Then... I'll just write one word."

Qin Mo's lips curled into a triumphant smile.

He held Su Wan's hand and slowly began to write on the Xuan paper.

A slant.

A single stroke.

This stroke was written extremely slowly and with great force.

With each stroke of his pen, his chest pressed tightly against Su Wan's back, rubbing against her as he rose and fell with his breath.

"This is the character for 'person'."

Qin Mo's voice was deep, "Only when the two strokes support each other can a structure stand firm."

"Like...my sister-in-law and me."

"It won't work without anyone."

When finishing the last stroke.

Qin Mo mischievously tickled Su Wan's palm with his fingers.

[Beep! Strong "intellectual" attraction detected!]

[Target: Qin Mo (Second Brother). Status: Refined Scoundrel Mode Fully Activated!]

[Heart rate skyrockets: 160...180...190!]

[Triggering a special scene: A beautiful woman adds fragrance to the room (physical version)!]

[Congratulations, host! Your Heartbeat Farm has received "Light of Wisdom" irrigation!]

[Study area upgraded! Rewards received:]

1. Top Scholar's Brush x1 (Use it during exams, and your writing will flow like a divine hand, guaranteeing you success!)

2. Photographic memory*×1 (Give it to the second son, and he's guaranteed to be the top scholar!).

Su Wan breathed a sigh of relief as she looked at the system rewards.

Thankfully, this system is fairly normal and didn't give me anything weird.

"Second brother... you've finished writing."

Taking advantage of the moment Qin Mo was looking at the words, Su Wan slipped off his lap like a slippery eel.

"Um... remember to eat these cherries! And this porridge! It's getting cold!"

"Wishing you success in the exam, Second Brother! I...I'm going back to sleep now!"

After saying that, she covered her burning face and rushed out of the study as if fleeing.

Qin Mo watched her flee in panic but did not chase after her.

He put his glasses back on, concealing the frenzied possessiveness in his eyes.

Pick up the cherry she had taken and put it in your mouth.

"Click."

Bite it open.

The sweet juice bursts in your mouth.

"May you pass the imperial examination with flying colors..."

Qin Mo stared intently at the still-wet characters on the Xuan paper.

"Wait until I come back with the highest score in the imperial examination..."

"Let's write the character for 'person' slowly."

"At that point... it won't be as simple as just sitting on someone's lap."

……

Early the next morning.

A horse-drawn carriage was parked in front of the Qin family's house.

Qin Yue had specially hired them at great expense to escort Qin Mo to the capital for the imperial examination.

The whole family saw him off at the door.

Qin Lie patted Qin Mo on the shoulder: "Don't worry about things at home. It's okay if you don't do well on the exam. Your older brother will take care of you."

Qin Meng shoved a bag of dried meat into his hand: "Second Brother, eat if you're hungry! Don't get too thin!"

Qin An, the seventh brother, handed him a bottle of medicine: "Second brother, if anyone bullies you, just sprinkle this in their food."

Qin Mo: "..."

This group is unreliable.

He turned around and looked at Su Wan, who was standing at the very back.

Su Wan stepped forward, took out the "Top Scholar's Brush" from her bosom, and solemnly placed it in the pocket on his chest.

"Second brother, go and come back soon."

"I'm waiting for you at home for dinner."

Qin Mo gave her a deep look.

In front of all his brothers, he suddenly reached out and hugged Su Wan.

Extremely brief, yet extremely powerful.

"wait for me."

He whispered two words in her ear.

Then he resolutely turned around and stepped into the carriage.

The rolling wheels carried away a learned scholar and a heart that had been stirred to a fever pitch.

Qin Mo had only been gone for half a day.

The Qin family then faced a new "crisis".

"What?! All the seedlings in the field have wilted?!"

Qin Meng, the third son, who had just returned from the fields, rushed into the yard carrying a hoe, his face showing utter despair.

"Sister-in-law! Something terrible has happened! Our few acres of watermelons... seem to be possessed!"