Rebirth: My Home Has Become a Gathering Place for Young Women with a "Crazy" Spirit

There was only a thin layer between their skin... nothing at all. His crotch was pressed against Xu Han's thigh, smooth and warm, like the finest mutton fat jade.

Qin Lang took a deep breath and slowly, extremely slowly, moved his body to the side.

One inch, two inches, three inches...

Qin Lang's pupils suddenly contracted, and he forgot to move his body.

A splash of crimson was visible on the bedsheet between the two people.

Okay... this time they're really going all in.

Sigh... What a pity, I drank too much last night and can't remember anything about what happened.

Just as Qin Lang was feeling frustrated, Xu Han suddenly moved again. She arched her body towards him once more, then put one leg on Qin Lang's leg, hanging on him like a koala.

Qin Lang: "..." He couldn't move now. Fortunately, Xu Han had released his hand when he moved his body, so he could move it a bit. Ouch... it's numb.

Qin Lang stared at the ceiling, his mind a jumbled mess. He was trying to figure out how to face Xu Han later. Suddenly, he felt a pair of eyes watching him.

Xu Han woke up. She just stared straight at him, the distance between them less than ten centimeters, and Qin Lang could see his own reflection in her eyes.

"Uh..." Qin Lang opened his mouth, wanting to say something to explain the situation, but Xu Han spoke first, "Don't speak."

Qin Lang obediently shut his mouth. The room fell silent again, and the two lay quietly on the bed, neither of them making a move.

The light streaming through the gaps in the curtains grew stronger, and Qin Lang saw tiny dust particles dancing in the light.

Just then, "Knock knock knock! Knock knock knock!" "Ding dong... Ding dong..." A series of urgent knocks and doorbell rings suddenly came from outside the door.

Who is this? Xu Han moved his legs off Qin Lang's legs and lay down flat. The two of them turned their heads at the same time to look in the direction of the bedroom door, which was closed.

"Knock, knock, knock!" The knocking on the front door became more urgent, accompanied by a middle-aged woman's voice, her tone clearly anxious and somewhat angry: "Hanhan! Hanhan! Are you in there? I'm your mother, if you're in there, open the door right now!"

Upon hearing the voice, Xu Han's expression instantly changed, a look of tension and fear appearing on her fair face. She sat up abruptly, muttering, "Shouldn't they be in Bincheng? Why are they in Liaobei?" And why didn't they call her before coming? Also, how did they find their way here?

"Xu Han! Did you hear me? Open the door!" Another man's voice came, deep and resonant, carrying an air of authority.

Qin Lang looked at her, then glanced outside the door, his mind racing.

"Hanhan! Did you hear me? Open the door!" Xu Han's mother's voice rose several decibels, filled with obvious anxiety.

Xu Han sat on the bed, her fingers gripping the sheets. She looked at Qin Lang, her eyes filled with obvious panic.

"Your parents?" Qin Lang asked in a low voice, though he already knew the answer, he still wanted to confirm it again.

Xu Han nodded, took a deep breath, and forced herself to calm down. She turned to look at the closed bedroom door, then at Qin Lang, "Get dressed first."

Qin Lang moved quickly, ignoring the soreness in his lower back, he rolled out of bed, grabbed a T-shirt from the closet, and put it on, then found a pair of shorts to wear. As he dressed, he wondered, how did Xu Han's parents find this place? How did they know Xu Han lived here?

The two had just gotten out of bed when the knocking stopped, replaced by a rustling sound. Oh no, someone had opened the door for them.

Immediately afterwards, I heard someone speaking.

"Are you... Xiaohan's parents?"

"Uncle and Aunt, don't worry, Xiaohan is definitely here. She was fine when we came back yesterday."

It was Su Yue's voice, soft and gentle, with a nasal tone from just waking up.

Qin Lang froze, exchanged a glance with Xu Han, and both saw the same meaning in each other's eyes: Su Yue opened the door.

This girl is really... probably still half asleep.

Qin Lang strode out of the bedroom and, seeing the scene before him, even with his experience of being reborn twice, was at a loss for words.

Four people were standing in the living room. Su Yue was wearing a white T-shirt, which belonged to him. The T-shirt barely covered the upper half of her thighs. The girl stood bare-legged in the entryway, her flaxen hair a mess, and her face still showing signs of sleepiness. Ruan Zhihuan stood behind her, wearing a white shirt, which was also his. He was more awake than Su Yue, but his expression was somewhat awkward.

The two people near the door were clearly not ordinary people.

The woman on the left was a middle-aged woman, around forty years old, with neatly permed hair, wearing a navy blue silk cheongsam, and a jade bracelet on her wrist. Her demeanor was nothing like that of an ordinary housewife. Her gaze passed over Su Yue and Ruan Zhihuan, looking straight towards the bedroom. The moment she saw Qin Lang, the anxiety in her eyes instantly turned into shock, and then quickly transformed into anger.

Standing beside her was a tall, middle-aged man, also around forty years old, wearing a light blue shirt and black trousers, his shoes gleaming. His features bore a striking resemblance to Xu Han's, especially his eyes—equally clear and sharp—but possessing an added air of authority and presence honed over the years. His gaze swept across the living room, finally settling on Qin Lang; it was clear he was controlling his emotions.

"Hello, Uncle and Aunt, you are... Xu Han's parents?" Qin Lang said, his voice relatively calm, but in his heart he kept encouraging himself: Don't be afraid, I am a reborn person, a chosen one blessed with good fortune, I can't lose my aura.

Xu Han's mother's gaze passed over Qin Lang and fell on Xu Han, who was walking out from behind him. Her expression changed instantly, showing heartache, anger, disappointment, and a kind of bitterness that is unique to mothers and hard to describe.

"Hanhan." Xu Han's mother's voice trembled slightly. She walked over quickly, grabbed Xu Han's hand, looked her up and down, and said in a tone of anger and disappointment, "How could you do this? How did I raise you? How can a girl like you live in..." She couldn't finish her sentence.

Xu Han's face flushed slightly, and he asked in a low voice, "Mom, what are you and Dad doing here?"

"You still dare to talk back!" Xu Han's mother's voice suddenly rose again. "Your father happened to be coming to Taipei to discuss business, and when I found out, I thought I'd come along to see you. We rushed here from Bincheng early this morning, but your phone was off. When we got to your school, we thought we'd ask a classmate, and the young man we met said he was your class monitor, but he actually told us that you'd moved out, and you're living with a boy!"