Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

The morning light filtered through the tent fabric, and Qiu Yingying was still nestled in Meng Yanchen's arms, her head resting on his arm, one leg draped over his lap, sleeping soundly. She was always a restless sleeper.

Meng Yanchen woke up at dawn. The morning light illuminated his lover's sleeping face. The uncontrolled kiss last night and the image of her angrily calling him a pervert swirled in his mind. A faint smile appeared on his lips. His arms were numb and he could not feel them. He held her soft and fragrant body in his arms, and her faint fragrance lingered around his nose. He was reluctant to move away for even a moment, afraid of disturbing her sweet dreams.

Qiu Yingying was awakened by birdsong. When she regained her senses, she realized that she was clinging to Meng Yanchen and felt a little embarrassed.

Just as she was about to quietly pull her legs back, she bumped into something. Her face and ears turned completely red. She buried her head and dared not move. She felt flustered and ashamed, hoping that he hadn't woken up, but also afraid that he would notice.

That touch was like a spark igniting a wildfire, instantly setting off Meng Yanchen's long-suppressed heat. He was already tense from the morning's physiological reactions, and this sudden soft touch caused all his restraint to crumble.

Before Qiu Yingying could react and retreat, he suddenly tightened his arms, pulling her tightly into his embrace, his strength almost as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones. His chin rested on the top of her head, his warm breath brushing against her hair, and he said, "Wait a minute."

Qiu Yingying was startled by the sudden hug. Her whole body stiffened, and her cheek pressed tightly against his chest. She could clearly feel his rapid and powerful heartbeat, as well as the burning heat on his body.

His embrace was tight and heavy, with an irresistible force that left her unable to move. "Meng... Meng Yanchen?" Her voice trembled with panic, her small hands pressed against his chest.

Meng Yanchen didn't respond, but simply tightened his arms and closed his eyes. He could smell the faint scent of shampoo in her hair, feel the soft warmth of her body, and the lingering fragrance of her body surrounded his nose. Every touch was stimulating his senses.

Desire, like wildly growing vines, tightly entwined his heart, clamoring for more, yet reason desperately pulled him back; he couldn't frighten her, much less lose control here.

He held her like that, every second felt like torture. The person in his arms was as soft as cotton, tempting him to cross the line. He used all his strength to hold onto the last shred of reason.

His grip never loosened; his chest heaved violently, his hot breath falling on the crook of her neck, tinged with a hoarse panting. Qiu Yingying felt a little breathless from his embrace, her fingertips curling slightly, but in the end, she gave up struggling and let him hold her.

A full ten minutes later, Meng Yanchen slowly released his arms. He opened his eyes, still tinged with lingering desire, but now with a hint of clarity. Seeing the person in his arms still with their head bowed, cheeks flushed crimson, earlobes glowing as if about to bleed, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his voice terribly hoarse: "I...I'm sorry, just now..."

Qiu Yingying suddenly looked up and met his apologetic and restrained gaze. Her cheeks flushed even more, and she quickly lowered her head to avoid his eyes, her voice barely audible: "N-nothing."

Meng Yanchen took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and said softly, "We should pack our things, it will get hot if we climb the mountain any later."

Qiu Yingying nodded, quickly climbed out of his arms, and hurriedly straightened her clothes.

Meng Yanchen also sat up, tidied his things, and went back to the hotel to take a shower.

Qiu Yingying returned to the hotel, grabbed her clothes, rushed into the bathroom, and only after closing the door did she let out a long sigh of relief. Looking at her flushed cheeks in the mirror, she couldn't help but pat them and mutter, "Qiu Yingying, Qiu Yingying, how can you be so spineless?"

Today she chose to wear a top and pants. She wore a light purple puff-sleeved top with a delicate round neckline. The puff sleeves accentuated her slender arms, and the waistline was perfectly cinched, making her look graceful.

She wore light blue jeans with the cuffs slightly rolled up, revealing her slender ankles; she wore a pair of small pearl earrings, the round pearls gleaming softly, which made her skin appear fair and radiant.

I wore a strawberry-scented, shimmery lip gloss and light makeup. I looked fresh and beautiful; even I was drooling over myself.

The two left the hotel and drove to the mountain they were going to climb that day. The mountain wasn't too far from the city and was famous for its tranquil natural scenery. The mountain road wasn't steep, but it offered panoramic views of the entire city and the distant Erhai Lake, making it a popular local attraction.

As soon as I got off the bus, the morning mountain breeze, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees, wafted towards me, soothing my soul. At the foot of the mountain, there were many stalls selling snacks and souvenirs, their calls rising and falling, creating a lively atmosphere.

Qiu Yingying's eyes sparkled as she held Meng Yanchen's hand, looking around like a curious child: "There are so many people here, and the air is so fresh."

Meng Yanchen let her pull him along, feeling the softness of her palm with his fingertips, a faint smile playing on his lips: "The mountain path isn't too difficult. If you get tired, just say so, and we'll climb slowly."

"I know, I'm in great shape!" Qiu Yingying patted her chest, looking very confident, and pulled him up the mountain.

By the time we reached the top of the mountain, it was already past 10 a.m.

There is a large viewing platform at the top of the mountain, where you can take in the entire Erhai Lake and the surrounding scenery. Erhai Lake is like a green gemstone, inlaid among the mountains, its surface shimmering. In the distance, the Cangshan Mountains are shrouded in mist, appearing and disappearing, creating a stunning landscape painting.

"Wow, it's so beautiful!" Qiu Yingying ran to the edge of the observation deck and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, her eyes sparkling with surprise. She turned around and gave Meng Yanchen a bright smile.

Standing behind her, Meng Yanchen felt a warm current welling up inside him as he looked at her bright smile. He walked to her side, and together they gazed at the distant scenery, saying, "Yunnan is truly beautiful."

"Yes!" Qiu Yingying nodded vigorously. "Thank you, Meng Yanchen. This trip was really enjoyable."