NIP Chapter 278 This night is destined to be sleepless.
Chapter 278 This night is destined to be sleepless.
The moonlight outside the window was like a ribbon, its cool glow falling on the thick stone walls of the ancient castle.
Inside, however, springtime was in the air, the intense passion of their lovemaking filling the room with a slightly intoxicating heat.
Lin Zhou held Su Qingge, who was already limp as mud in his arms, tightly, feeling the miraculous resonance of their heartbeats.
This night was not just a release of hormones, but also the most thorough topological fusion of two souls that had been wandering in darkness for seven years, finally achieved through the ultimate collision of their bodies.
Every breath, every inch of skin rubbing against each other, silently tells of the longing and deep affection that have been deliberately concealed.
At the end of the castle's long corridor, the Shadow Guard's sentry posts were densely distributed.
Bloodhound leaned against the cold brick wall, idly fiddling with the tactical quick-release sleeve on the outside of his thigh.
Occasionally, a faint sound, seemingly coming from the direction of the master bedroom, came through his headphones, causing even this rough, hardened man, who had lived a life of constant danger, to blush.
"Boss, isn't the patriarch's stamina... a bit too exaggerated?"
A subordinate's hushed exclamation came through the walkie-talkie, his tone filled with pure admiration.
"Stop talking nonsense and keep an eye on your infrared monitor."
Bloodhound chuckled and cursed, then casually cut off the chat on the public channel, his eyes gazing contentedly out the window.
"The situation in the capital is about to change. The patriarch has been holding back his anger for seven years, and he needs an outlet for it."
At this moment, Lin Zhou's state was mysterious.
Under the influence of that energy potion, he could clearly sense that the heavy shackles deep within his mind, known as "source code," were undergoing a qualitative change.
The data streams that were originally obscure and difficult to understand, which often plunged him into violent hallucinations, became stable at this moment as his emotions rose.
The potion's golden energy acted like a lubricant, perfectly blending his human emotions with the cold core of technology.
He felt no fatigue whatsoever; on the contrary, he felt his five senses were being wildly broadened, and he could even hear the subtle rhythm of the blood flowing in the veins of his lover in his arms.
This complete stability at the spiritual level signifies that he is no longer the "weapon of war" that could spiral out of control at any moment.
He is a complete human husband with ultimate power.
Su Qingge groggily raised her head, her pretty face flushed in the moonlight from excessive pleasure.
"Lin Zhou...did you...practice some strange martial arts technique behind my back?"
Her voice was terribly hoarse, and she lay limply against Lin Zhou's chest, not even wanting to move a finger.
Lin Zhou chuckled softly and affectionately kissed her forehead, which was covered with fine beads of sweat.
"I told you, this is the power of love. Don't believe me? Feel it again."
Su Qingge shrank back in fright, her beautiful eyes wide open, her voice filled with genuine terror.
"No! Please! I really... I'm falling apart..."
Just kidding, go to sleep, little kitty.
Lin Zhou pulled over the soft silk quilt and wrapped the two of them up tightly.
He whispered in her ear, each word like the most potent tranquilizer.
Time flew by in the tranquility of the ancient castle.
Until the first rays of dawn appeared outside the window, until the thick layer of clouds was completely pierced by the distant rising sun.
Lin Zhou was still wide awake. He stared greedily at Su Qingge's sleeping face, as if he wanted to see all the regrets of the past seven years.
The cells in his body remained highly active, making him look less like a man who had been up all night and more like a peerless master who had just emerged from seclusion in the deep mountains.
"Has the head of the family not gotten up yet?"
At ten o'clock the next morning, Old Chen carried a bowl of expensive tonic and asked the servant guarding the door in a low voice.
The servant awkwardly pointed to the drawer and lowered his voice, saying:
"Not yet... it's only been quiet inside for a short while."
Old Chen paused for a moment, then his wrinkled face broke into a smile like a blooming chrysanthemum.
"Great news, fantastic news. Have the kitchen prepare those top-quality bird's nests that were air-freighted over; the young mistress will definitely need them when she wakes up."
Until the sunlight swept across the carpet at an angle, shining directly on Lin Zhou's well-defined profile.
He lazily shifted his shoulders, feeling the adorable whimpers Su Qingge made in his arms due to the glaring sunlight.
Lin Zhou threw off the covers and nimbly rolled out of bed.
He casually grabbed a black silk robe and draped it over his shoulders, exuding a domineering and sharp beauty.
Su Qingge rubbed her eyes and buried herself even deeper into the blankets, like a frightened little squirrel.
"Don't bother me... just five more minutes of sleep..."
Lin Zhou smiled, strode to the French windows, and precisely gripped the heavy curtain ring with his slender fingers.
"Whoosh—!"
He deftly pulled open the heavy blackout curtain.
The dazzling and intense midday sun instantly filled the entire bedroom, which was still filled with a warm, ambiguous atmosphere.
Lin Zhou stood amidst the golden light, his back as straight as a pine tree, exuding an extremely exuberant and refreshing aura.
He turned his head and looked at Su Qingge, who was having to cover her eyes because of the bright light, his eyes full of determination.
"Honey, the sun's already high in the sky."
"Lin Zhou! You bastard! Close the curtains!"
Su Qingge screamed in shame and anger, grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
Lin Zhou deftly took the pillow and placed it on the back of the chair behind him.
He looked out the window at the vast land that belonged solely to him, and called out to the door in a lighthearted tone:
"Uncle Chen, get ready to go, our honeymoon should begin."
Su Qingge was stunned. She sat up wrapped in the blanket, her face full of confusion.
"Honeymoon? Haven't we decided where to go yet?"
Lin Zhou turned his head, his eyes filled with amusement.
"No need to discuss it, the whole world is yours to choose from."
"Well... I'd like to rent an entire island in the Maldives. Are you willing to spend the money?"
Lin Zhou laughed heartily.
"Money? In the eyes of the Lin family, money is just a basic numbers game."
"If you want, I can buy that entire sea area for you to grow seaweed."
Su Qingge couldn't help but chuckle; this domineering pampering filled her chest with genuine happiness.
She playfully lifted the corner of the blanket, but was so frightened by the intense gaze Lin Zhou was casting at her that she shrank back.
"What are you looking at!"
"See if my 'interest' settlement is thorough enough."
Lin Zhou walked back to the bedside with a wicked smile and reached out his hand to the trembling woman again.
"Lin Zhou! Didn't you just say you were going on your honeymoon?!"
"No rush, we still have time to conduct one more 'pre-battle exercise' before the plane takes off."
"You... um..."
The conversation disappeared again into the warm hues of the waves.
Listening to the lively sounds outside the door, Old Chen silently handed the bowl of tonic to the bloodhound beside him.
"Bloodhound, you're young, you should drink this medicine. The patriarch doesn't need it."
"what?"
Bloodhound took it with a bewildered look, then looked up at the tightly closed solid wood door.
"Uncle Chen, has the patriarch... really become a god?"
Old Chen walked slowly towards the end of the corridor with his hands behind his back.
"In front of the young mistress, the head of the family is always a god."
"Go tell the crew that the departure time is delayed by three hours."