“Why haven’t you slept yet?”
Zhou Yinghuai slightly hunched over as he held her, embracing her so tightly, as if the entire world were laid out before him, yet his eyes could only hold her. As he spoke, his head buried in the crook of her neck, his words were somewhat muffled, but she still heard them clearly.
She wrapped her arms around his lean waist, unable to resist softly murmuring in a delicate voice, “Waiting for you.”
As soon as these words fell, a warm sensation brushed over her collarbone, followed by his deep, magnetic chuckle. He slowly straightened up, his well-defined fingers caressing the contours of her face twice.
“Qiuqiu.”
Cheng Fangqiu raised her head and met a pair of deep, misty eyes filled with tenderness. Due to lack of rest, there were faint red veins in them, but the gaze directed at her remained soft and glowing.
“Hmm?”
A faint smile spread across Zhou Yinghuai’s cold, handsome face. When he spoke again, his voice carried a hint of ease and warmth. “Be good, I’ll go wash up first.”
His low, husky voice brushed past her ear. Though the words were perfectly normal, Cheng Fangqiu inexplicably detected a hint of intimacy in them. The tips of her ears slowly turned crimson, causing her body temperature to rise as well.
Before she could react, a shadow flashed before her eyes, followed by a brief, fleeting kiss. His tall, slender frame made her, already quite tall, appear exceptionally petite in comparison.
Cheng Fangqiu instinctively grabbed the fabric of his shirt, tilting her head to respond. Just as her hands were about to wrap around him, he pulled away first, appearing somewhat cold and detached. However, his large hand gave her full buttock a firm squeeze.
“Wait for me in the room.”
This time, his voice was already hoarse beyond recognition.
Cheng Fangqiu listened, her face burning with embarrassment. She didn’t even know how she managed to shuffle her way back to the room. By the time she regained her senses, she was already lying on the soft bed, her long lashes fluttering repeatedly. Eventually, she couldn’t resist placing her fingertip on her vivid, crimson lips, carefully savoring the lingering warmth.
It left her wanting more.
Realizing this, Cheng Fangqiu shyly hugged the thin blanket and rolled around on the bed.
The door to the room wasn’t fully closed, and she could hear the faint sound of running water from the bathroom, each drop striking her heart, making her unconsciously press her legs together, as if afraid that even the faint trickle of water might make a sound.
Yet, her mind couldn’t help but conjure up the alluring scene of Zhou Yinghuai showering—his young, vigorous body, every inch of muscle exuding intense masculinity, water droplets rolling down his firm chest, abs, and v-line…
Cheng Fangqiu didn’t dare to think further, burying her face in the pillow in an attempt to cool the burning sensation on her cheeks. But not only did it not help, it only grew hotter, until even the thin fabric of her pajamas was damp with a light layer of sweat.
Lost in her own emotions, she didn’t notice when the sound of water had ceased. Shortly after, the bedroom door was closed and locked.
The more she thought about it, the more flustered and annoyed she became. She kicked her long legs, trying to vent her feelings, but just as she moved, her slender, pale calves were grasped by a pair of slightly damp hands. Her pupils dilated, and before she could react, her entire body was pulled downward and turned around, allowing her to breathe fresh air again.
“What are you doing? Aren’t you afraid of suffocating?”
She looked up to see Zhou Yinghuai half-kneeling by the bed, his deep eyes gazing at her. He was only wearing a pair of shorts, his upper body bare, revealing his sexy, well-built physique.
Memory and reality intertwined, presenting themselves vividly before her eyes.
Cheng Fangqiu guiltily averted her gaze, dryly deflecting with a question, “You’re done washing up?”
“Yeah.” He hadn’t had a proper shower all day, and now he felt thoroughly refreshed, as if all the fatigue had been washed away.
At least he wasn’t sleepy now.
Zhou Yinghuai’s gaze subconsciously fell on her disheveled pajamas. Due to her earlier movements, the collar of her pajamas had slipped down, revealing her fair shoulders and two delicate collarbones. Above them, a thin pink strap pressed into her soft flesh, creating a slight curve that carried an alluring charm.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, and the hand gripping her calf gradually moved upward.
Cheng Fangqiu naturally noticed his gaze. She glanced sideways, her pretty face flushing red. In truth, before Zhou Yingchen arrived, she had been going without underwear at home, as it was cooler during the summer. Moreover, she often wore Zhou Yinghuai’s clothes, which were made of thicker fabric, so it hadn’t been an issue.
But now that Zhou Yingchen was here, she couldn’t go without underwear or wear Zhou Yinghuai’s clothes, so she had put on a bra under her pajamas.
Yet, she never expected that the effect of her pajamas slipping down, half-revealing and half-concealing, would be so erotic. Even she couldn’t help but blush upon seeing it.
The increasingly intense sensation above her thigh abruptly pulled Cheng Fangqiu’s thoughts back. Her body trembled, and she pursed her red lips repeatedly but did not stop his encroaching advances.
Perhaps taking her silence as consent, Zhou Yinghuai hooked the edge of her pajama pants and, along with the thin undergarment, pulled them down to her knees, where they bunched up, neither fully on nor off, creating a warm sensation.
He went straight to the point, expecting some difficulty, but to his surprise, it went smoothly.
The moist and sticky sensation on his fingertips brought a faint smile to his eyes. He leaned down, close to her, taking her small earlobe into his mouth, his tongue and teeth playing mischievously. Seeing her increasingly dazed expression as he moved both above and below, Zhou Yinghuai curled his lips into a smirk and whispered teasingly, “Wife, it’s so wet here.”
Cheng Fangqiu instantly thought of what had happened not long ago…
Her face flushed crimson, and she was about to kick him off the bed in a mix of embarrassment and anger. However, he took advantage of her movement to lift her leg, placing her feet on his sturdy pectoral muscles. As she struggled, the soles of her feet rubbed against a certain spot, which gradually became more pronounced.
Zhou Yinghuai looked down at her from above, his obscure gaze as predatory as a beast eyeing its prey, filled with aggression.
She bit her lip, about to say something, when he placed his well-defined index finger on his thin lips, signaling her to be quiet. Then he pointed to the next room, his meaning clear.
He was telling her to keep quiet, or else the noise might be heard by Zhou Yingchen, who was staying next door…
Cheng Fangqiu clenched the sheets beneath her, her peripheral vision catching Zhou Yinghuai pulling off his shorts and tossing them carelessly to a corner of the bed. Then, in this position, he moved inward.
Her toes curled with his movements, and upon touching his skin, they jerked away as if shocked. The light above them was still on, allowing her to see everything clearly.
The stark contrast in skin tone and body size between the two figures, the embarrassing position, and his suppressed yet indulgent expression.
As she watched, even though she tried to control herself, a soft moan inevitably escaped her lips. Almost as soon as it did, she bit down on her own knuckle to stifle it. But Zhou Yinghuai still heard it, and the grip on her ankle tightened abruptly.
No, all his strength intensified in an instant, overwhelming her, forcing two tears to spill from the corners of her eyes.
Cheng Fangqiu shook her head desperately, signaling him to stop, but the soft sheets only deepened their creases again and again.
At the moment she couldn’t hold back another sound, he lifted her body and sealed her lips with his. She angrily bit his tongue, but it only provoked a more intense and passionate kiss, like a storm enveloping her entirely. She could only weakly cling to his shoulders, seeking some semblance of stability.
This intimate encounter lasted unusually long. When it ended, Cheng Fangqiu exhaled heavily, collapsing against his chest, too lazy to move. Yet, he continued to peck lightly at her collarbone, as if he could never get enough.
Cheng Fangqiu had no energy to stop him and let him continue his mischief.
But soon, she felt something was off. The guy who had just fallen asleep inside her was awake again?
“Get lost,” Cheng Fangqiu slapped him without hesitation, right across his cheek.
Zhou Yinghuai innocently looked up, his hoarse voice still carrying a trace of lingering grievance: “I didn’t move.”
Not moving is enough? Cheng Fangqiu took a deep breath, grabbed his ear, and warned in a low voice: “Don’t make me say it a second time.”
“Wife, but I’m uncomfortable,” Zhou Yinghuai shamelessly tightened his arms around her waist, pressing his entire body against hers. His hand had somehow found its way to hers, forcefully interlocking their fingers.
Dense kisses followed his words, landing on the sensitive spot behind her ear, which could evoke a tingling shiver.
Cheng Fangqiu turned her head to avoid it, but her body was too weak to escape. His prickly short hair occasionally brushed against her skin, igniting sparks.
“For the next half month, I’ll be very busy, working overtime to handle department matters. I might even stay in the office,” Zhou Yinghuai pressed her waist, creating small waves.
Hearing this, Cheng Fangqiu’s half-hearted resistance paused for a moment. Her mouth twitched—had Zhou Yinghuai become so shameless as to use such words to gain sympathy?
Yet, even though she knew he was deliberately playing the victim, she couldn’t bring herself to push him away. After all, he wasn’t wrong—the technical department was in chaos, and there was more than just a little work to be done.
Moreover, her period was approaching, and by then, they wouldn’t be able to do anything.
This wasn’t just about satisfying him; it was also about satisfying her in advance.
Cheng Fangqiu found countless reasons in her heart, but none could changed the fact that she also wanted to continue.
The dim indoor lighting evolved into boundless ambiguity, intensifying the sweet and fishy scent in the air.
Mindful of the people next door, both of them restrained themselves, but this only brought an unprecedented sense of forbidden stimulation. The harmony of their souls and bodies made the night incredibly fiery.
A dreamless night passed, and when she woke up again, Zhou Yinghuai was no longer by the bed. He must have already gone to work. Cheng Fangqiu glanced at her watch—9:30 a.m. She yawned, wanting to doze off a little longer.
But while her body was tired, her mind had regained clarity. After lingering in bed for a while, she got up.
Just after finishing her wash up, she ran into Zhou Yingchen, who had just finished exercising. He was holding a bag full of breakfast.
“Good morning, sister-in-law,” Zhou Yingchen greeted naturally. Cheng Fangqiu, however, felt a hint of discomfort—partly because of last night’s events, and partly because she had slept in so late that the guest had to buy breakfast.
She coughed lightly and reached out to help with the bags.