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

Chapter 184 No Bees? Second Brother held her hand and plunged it into the flower's heart.

The air inside the greenhouse was as thick as honey melted in the sun.

Qin Yue squinted his alluring peach blossom eyes, gazing longingly at Su Wan's flushed face. Just as he was about to utter a few more flirtatious words, a clear, cold sound, like jade colliding, was poured over his head like a bucket of ice water in winter.

"Have you made enough of a scene?"

Qin Mo stood under a peach tree in full bloom, a calligraphy brush for writing small regular script suddenly appearing in his hand.

He was wearing a tightly fitted, bluish-gray long gown, with the top button fastened at the collar, which seemed completely out of place in this tropical rainforest-like environment.

But it was precisely this extremely abstinent demeanor that, amidst the surrounding shirtless, sweating brothers, gave off a kind of refined scoundrel vibe that made one's legs weak.

"Get out of the way if you've made enough of a scene."

Qin Mo pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, which were now covered with a thin layer of fog, and his gaze swept lightly over Qin Yue and Qin Meng before finally settling on Su Wan:

"I have important business to attend to."

Qin Meng clicked his tongue in annoyance: "Second Brother, what important business could there be at a time like this? I'm trying to cool down my sister-in-law's fever..."

"Is it getting colder?"

Qin Mo sneered, glancing meaningfully at Qin Meng:

"If you lower the temperature any further, you'll set this greenhouse on fire."

"And another thing," he said, waving his calligraphy brush, his tone becoming serious and professional, "the flowers are blooming, but it's freezing outside, and no bees are flying in."

"If it is not pollinated, all these flowers on the tree will eventually just fall and turn into a carpet of red petals, and will not bear the fruit that Wan'er wants to eat."

Upon hearing "it won't bear fruit," Su Wan's eyes widened instantly.

Those were the peaches she had been longing for!

"Then... what should we do?" Su Wan pushed aside the two scalding walls of flesh in front of her, lifted her wet skirt, and ran to Qin Mo.

Qin Mo looked at her anxious appearance, and a barely perceptible dark light flashed in his eyes.

He didn't answer immediately, but slowly took out a snow-white silk handkerchief from his sleeve and gently wiped the fine layer of sweat from Su Wan's forehead.

Her movements were gentle, yet they carried an undeniable air of control.

"There are no bees..."

Qin Mo folded the handkerchief he had used to wipe his sweat and tucked it into his bosom, keeping it close to his body.

"Then we'll have to rely on artificial pollination."

"That is to say..."

"Let's do this for the bees."

……

In the core area of ​​the greenhouse, several dwarf peach trees, ripened by the spiritual spring water, are in full bloom.

The pink and white petals are layered upon each other, delicate and dewy, and you can even see the glistening nectar at the stamen.

Qin Mo stood under the tree and handed the wolf-hair brush in his hand to Su Wan.

"Wan'er, come here."

"Me?" Su Wan was stunned, looking at the extremely expensive pen in her hand that she could only usually see on Qin Mo's desk. "I... I don't know how to use it."

"It's okay."

Qin Mo went around behind her and pressed his chest against her back.

Unlike Qin Meng, he wasn't shirtless; instead, he was wearing a long, bluish-gray robe.

But the body heat emanating from beneath the fabric was still incredibly hot, seeping into Su Wan's bones through her gossamer-thin veil.

"Second brother will teach you."

Qin Mo reached out his left hand, his slender fingers slipping through Su Wan's waist, gently clasping her delicate waist and holding her firmly in his arms.

Her right hand covered her small hand holding the pen.

His hands were large, with distinct knuckles, long, dry fingers bearing thin calluses from years of holding a pen.

At this moment, that hand completely enveloped Su Wan's soft, boneless little hand, palms pressed together, fitting perfectly.

"relax."

He whispered in her ear, his voice deep and magnetic, like the vibrating strings of a cello:

"Wan'er, don't let your hands shake."

"Second brother... don't get so close... it's hot."

"Is it hot?"

Qin Mo chuckled softly, the sound vibrating in his chest and traveling down her back, causing a tingling, numbing sensation.

He didn't pull away; instead, he pressed even closer, his chin almost resting in the crook of her neck. The glasses on his nose fogged up even more due to the temperature difference and the distance.

"It's better when it's hot."

The wolf hair brush tip is specially made; it is extremely soft and fine.

"I've got my eye on it."

Qin Mo's voice became somewhat hoarse, carrying a dangerous, persuasive quality:

"Here... are the stamens."

"We need to use the tip of the pen to gently sweep it across this area first..."

He held Su Wan's hand, the tip of his pen trembling as it grazed the herb, leaving a layer of golden pollen on it.

"Did you get it on your skin?"

"It's...it's on me." Su Wan's voice was trembling.

"Good girl."

Qin Mo praised her, then with a flick of his wrist, he led her hand to the very center of the flower beside them.

"Next... is the most crucial step."

Qin Mo's breathing became somewhat rapid.

"Well……"

Even though she was pollinating the flowers, Su Wan felt as if she had been burned by something, and instinctively wanted to pull her hand away.

"Don't hide."

Su Wan was so ashamed she was about to cry. This wasn't a lecture on pollination; it was clearly... saying those blush-inducing, lewd things right in front of her!

"You're shy already?"

Qin Mo suddenly stopped what he was doing.

He released one hand and took off the annoying glasses that were completely fogged up from his nose.

Without the obstruction of the lenses.

Those long, narrow phoenix eyes, which usually held a cold glint, were now completely exposed to the air.

His eyes were red at the corners, and his gaze was so deep it was like a black hole that could suck people in, churning with an undisguised, impending, overwhelming desire.

"Wan'er."

He casually hung his glasses on a nearby tree branch and took Su Wan's hand again.

This time, his movements were no longer gentle.

Instead, he possessed a fierce determination unique to scholars.

"Wan'er."

"This pen... is not clean."

Qin Mo's voice was extremely hoarse.

He turned around and pinned Su Wan against the tree trunk.

The hands, stained with pollen and honeydew, were not wiped with a handkerchief.

Instead, it followed Su Wan's waistline, which had become slippery from sweat, and went all the way upwards.

"for example……"

His fingers circled the edge of the crimson fabric, the golden pollen standing out starkly against her snow-white skin, both dazzling and alluring.

"here?"

"still……"

"here?"

……

at the same time.

Inside the buffer zone at the entrance of the greenhouse.

Magistrate Fang was slumped over the table, his brush trembling in his hand.

Although the glass door provides good sound insulation, the people inside are not far from the door.

In addition, Qin Mo's extremely penetrating voice...

Magistrate Fang's old face turned as red as a ripe tomato, and the account book in his hand was already crumpled.

"Is...is this really farming?"

"Does farming... really require such a big commotion?"

Through the gap in the tightly drawn curtain, he could vaguely see two figures overlapping.

That Qin Er Ye who usually seemed the most serious and refined.

He took off his glasses and pinned Madam Qin against the tree.

That movement...

They're even wilder than those wild donkeys that mate outside!

"This is an insult to scholarship...it's utterly an insult to scholarship!"

……

The temperature inside the greenhouse continues to rise.

Su Wan felt like she was about to suffocate.

"Second brother... is not clean..."

Su Wan looked at the yellow powder he had smeared on her chest and felt so ashamed that her toes curled up.

"Not clean."

Qin Mo lowered his head, gazing at the vibrant color, his eyes glazed over.

"This is the color of life."

"Wan'er."

"Hmm!"

"Second brother is trying to help you..."

Qin Mo raised his head, a sly, roguish smile playing on his lips:

"Clean it up."

"after all……"

"Wan'er's skin and flesh..."

"But it's even more delicate than that flower."

"What if this powder seeps in..."

"just in case……"

He leaned close to her ear, his voice so low that only the two of them could hear:

"What if Wan'er grows a little peach..."

"My older brothers... they'll be insanely jealous."

Just then.

"Second brother, your class has been going on for way too long!"

The twins' voices came from the vegetable section not far away.

The fifth brother, Qin Feng, was carrying a shovel, while the sixth brother, Qin Yun, was carrying a bucket of water. The two of them were looking at this side with displeasure.

"that is."

The sixth man slammed the bucket down on the ground, splashing water everywhere.

"You've practically peeled the flowers bare from all the pollination."

"Wan'er just said..."

"She also wants to eat strawberries."

"The strawberry fields over there..."

The fifth brother pointed to the newly turned earth behind him, his eyes sparkling like two little dogs wagging their tails and waiting for their owner:

"Wan'er also needs to step on it."

"I heard..."

"The ground where Wan'er walked barefoot..."

"The strawberries that grow on the trees are the sweetest."

Qin Mo's interest was interrupted, and he frowned slightly in displeasure.

But when he glanced at Su Wan, who had gone limp in his arms and was about to collapse, he ultimately restrained the beast that was about to go out of control.

He slowly and methodically straightened Su Wan's disheveled collar and then fastened the useless button back on (although it could no longer cover the red marks on her neck).

"Alright."

Qin Mo picked up his glasses and put them back on.

That instant.

The impeccably dressed, aloof, and ascetic Second Master Qin is back.

Only those eyes, still flushed red, testified to the madness that had just occurred.

"Since we're going to grow strawberries..."

Qin Mo patted Su Wan's lower back, his tone returning to its usual distant tone, but in the instant he turned away, he tickled Su Wan's palm:

"Then let's go."

"But Wan'er remembers..."

"This first peach..."

"It was planted by my second brother."

"It's ripe..."

"Second Brother should try it first."