Chapter 19 Why is the puppy sleeping through the window not waiting for me?

Cheng Guo and Shen Zhui had kissed several times. Except for the first time when she took the initiative, Shen Zhui had taken the initiative the other times. Even the first time, she only held his face and kissed the corner of his lips before he took the initiative.

A boy's palms are always burning, as are his chest, his breath, and his kisses.

This time, however, was an exception.

Shen Zhui was clearly sulking, pursing his lips and refusing to respond. Cheng Guo blinked her eyelashes, then offered her lips, first lightly kissing the corner of his lips, then kissing the tip of his lip.

His upper lip was thin, but his cupid's bow was full. When Cheng Guo took his cupid's bow in her mouth, her nose brushed against his. Shen Zhui was clearly trying to control his trembling. His hot breath fell on her lips one after another. Before long, the feeling disappeared. Cheng Guo slightly raised her eyelashes. They were too close. His face was almost blurry. She climbed up the back of his neck with one hand, pressed her body against his, and opened her teeth to bite his lower lip. The force was very light, but it was like opening a floodgate. His breath fell on her lips again.

His lower lip is slightly thicker than his upper lip, and has a fleshy feel. Cheng Guo had seen posts about him online, and a group of girls were chattering in the comments about his lips, saying that this lip shape is the most suitable for kissing.

She thought, "That's right."

Shen Zhui's aura was very low, his muscles were tense, and his lips were still pursed, which made it a little difficult for Cheng Guo to bite down, and the tips of her teeth slid over his lips.

The room was dark and the air was hot and dry. His palms, wrapped in his tie, were damp. She touched his cheek, separated herself from him slightly, tilted her head back, looked into his eyes that were filled with suppressed anger, and after looking at him quietly for a while, she touched his lower lip with her fingertip and said with a smile, "You really don't want to kiss me."

The light in the corner dimmed at that moment. Eyes that had adapted to the darkness could still see the light in each other's eyes. Chen Zhui was like a wounded little beast, letting her hug him and press against him. His eyes were obviously wet, his chest heaved, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.

"They just bully me."

He spoke almost through gritted teeth, turned her around, pressed her against the door, and lowered his head to kiss her deeply.

Chen Zhui's strength didn't lessen, and Cheng Guo's back almost slammed into him, making a loud thud in the quiet night. He wrapped one arm around her waist, pressing her tightly against himself, and with the other hand behind her neck, he forcefully pressed his lips against hers, as if venting all his anger, dissatisfaction, and grievances in this kiss. Cheng Guo quickly found it hard to breathe, her tongue went numb from being sucked, and the corners of her lips were wet with their saliva.

She reached out to push against his chest in resistance, but he grabbed her wrist, pinned it behind her back, pressed it tightly, and continued to kiss her.

He easily pinned her against the door; his tall frame completely covered her, and her strength was nothing to him.

Her limbs went weak and her mind went blank. Just as she was about to melt into his kiss, Cheng Guo frowned, let out a soft groan, and felt a slight stinging sensation. Chen Zhui's canine teeth ground against her tongue, and tiny, round beads of blood rolled out and were then rubbed between their tongues.

She began to regret teasing him.

The tie wrapped around her palm now became a shackle, binding one of her arms, her fingertips tightly gripping his shoulder, while his other arm was pinned behind her back. His palm, which was sweating, held her wrist tightly, giving her no chance to escape.

When Shen Zhui finally released her, the only sounds around them were their disordered breathing. His sweaty forehead pressed against hers, his hot breath lingered around hers, and his fingertips slowly caressed the back of her neck.

Sweat poured down her back and chest, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. She was weak and limp, and he was holding her up by the strength he had been holding her.

"Do you like kissing me?" Shen Zhui asked her, panting slightly.

“I like it,” she replied, breathing in unison.

Do you like me?

"like."

"Would you like to date me?"

There was a knock on the door, and someone outside asked, "Is anyone home?"

Shen Zhui ignored her, gripped her wrist, and softened his tone in a lower, husky voice: "Stop trying to hook me up. Talk to me about dating, okay?"

Cheng Guo's eyes curved into crescents, and she chuckled. Before she could answer, he silenced her with a kiss. The boy, his eyes red at the corners, pressed against her lips and kissed her for a while before letting go, gritting his teeth as he asserted his position.

"Cheng Guo, I am your boyfriend."

The tingling sensation on her lips hadn't faded yet, and Cheng Guo's heart softened. She wanted to hug him and continue kissing, wanted to be hugged and kissed by him, but the person outside was still knocking. Her phone had vibrated several times. She reassured him by raising her head and kissing his chin, "Open the door first, sign for your gift."

Chen Zhui's heart was hanging on her, and he released her wrist with some doubt, pulled off his tie, straightened his messy collar, and then opened the door.

The lights in the stairwell streamed in, and the rider, who had been waiting for a long time, wiped his sweat and complained, "I thought no one was home," before shoving the things in his arms over and turning to leave.

The room lights suddenly turned on, and Chen Zhui squinted uncomfortably, looking down at the flowers in his arms.

A huge bouquet of sunflowers filled his arms, with a card attached to the outer wrapping paper that read only one line—

There was no one else in sight.

Overwhelmed with joy, Chen Zhui's nerves were on edge. He closed the door and went inside to look for the person. With a thud, a bag fell to the ground.

The bag was just handed over by the deliveryman.

Shen Zhui bent down to pick it up, and when he saw what was inside, his Adam's apple bobbed and his ear tips turned red.

He picked up the box and gripped it tightly, leaving clear marks on his palm. He took a few steps into the living room and Cheng Guo pushed open the bedroom door.

"Dr. Cheng, what does this mean?"

My mood improved, and I even started addressing people more casually.

Cheng Guo glanced at him sideways, then smiled at him, "It means not kissing your boyfriend."

Something was boiling in his blood. Chen Zhui strode forward to catch up, but he was still a step too late.

The door closed in front of him, and Cheng Guo's smile remained behind the door.

Even though he was already grinning from ear to ear, he still pounded on the door aggressively and called her name fiercely: "Cheng Guo, open the door!"

The same harsh tone came from behind the door; he guessed she was leaning against it with her back to the door, "Who are you calling?"

Chen Zhui's voice returned to normal in a second: "Dr. Cheng."

A lazy laugh came from inside, but the door remained closed.

He softened his voice: "Girlfriend."

There was no sound from inside the door.

She softened her tone again: "Sister."

The door suddenly opened, and Cheng Guo leaned in, grabbed his collar, and pulled him over. The two quickly drew closer, the bouquet wrapping in between making a crisp sound as it was squeezed, the fragrance wafting through the air, their thoughts drifting. His lips were pressed against softer lips, and before Chen Zhui could even savor the taste, she had already released him, pushed him out the door, and with a click, the door closed again.

It took no more than five seconds.

"I need to change my clothes." After saying that, Cheng Guo turned around and lay down on the bed, covering her face and rolling around on the bed.

Not only Shen Zhui, but she also needs to adapt to her new identity.

My girlfriend's new identity.

But someone wouldn't give her time; her phone kept ringing.

Shen Zhui patted the card on the bouquet and asked her, "What does this mean?"

Cheng Guo rolled over and lay face down on the bed, replying to him: [A rhetorical question she already knew the answer to.]

The reply came quickly: "I don't know, you tell me."

[Cheng Guo: The meaning of sunflowers, search it yourself]

[Yay! The internet is down, I can't search]

Cheng Guo: So what are you using to message me?

[Yay: Cell Phone]

Cheng Guo: ...

[Yay! My internet is down!]

【Yay: Send it to me after you've finished searching】

Cheng Guo laughed so hard she lay on the bed. Some people would lose all sense of shame just to hear a few sweet words.

She propped herself up on the bed with her elbows, dangling her toes, and replied to him, word by word: "Silent Love."

After a few seconds of silence on the other end, a voice message came through. Cheng Guo opened it, and Shen Zhui's slightly aggrieved voice reached her ears through the speaker:

"Can't you just comfort me and say something nice?"

Cheng Guo's heart skipped a beat. She clutched her chest and lay on the bed for a while before turning on the voice call and holding the phone to her lips. "I see no one else, you are everywhere I look."

After saying that, she tossed her phone aside, inwardly cursing herself for being childish, wondering if all relationships were this cheesy. She also covered her flushed neck with her hand until the temperature dropped before checking the message he had sent.

This time he only posted three words: "Me too".

Overwhelmed by sweet joy, Cheng Guo felt the color returning to her neck.

When she came out after recovering, Shen Zhui was coming out of the bathroom, drying his wet hair. He had changed into a loose T-shirt and athletic shorts for home comfort, looking like a clean-cut young man. Cheng Guo glanced at the shirt and trousers that had not yet been put away with a hint of regret, and walked towards the bathroom.

I glanced at it as I passed the dining table; the bunch of sunflowers had been placed there by Chen Zhui, making a corner of the cottage full of life.

The bathroom was still damp and misty, and the air carried a faint, refreshing minty scent.

Cheng Guo lowered her head and took the toothpaste. Suddenly, she felt a cool sensation on her neck, where water droplets had landed. When she looked up, she met the gaze of Chen Zhui, who was rubbing his wet hair as he entered.

Shen Zhui's expression was actually quite restrained, with only a slight upturn at the corners of his lips. However, Cheng Guo could still read the joy in his eyes. She lowered her head and smiled. When she finished squeezing out the toothpaste, someone nudged her shoulder. Shen Zhui squeezed himself next to her, his icy-cold arm touching hers. He also squeezed out toothpaste, his eyes half-raised, stealing glances at her out of the corner of his eye.

Although Shen Zhui had been clingy before, he had never made Cheng Guo feel this cloying. A sweet, ocean-like feeling surged in her chest. She suppressed a smile as she brushed her teeth. When her tongue stung, she frowned. Shen Zhui, who was always watching her, immediately turned his head and pinched her cheek with two fingers. "Let me see."

Cheng Guo was forced to turn her head, open her lips, and reveal the tip of her tongue between her teeth.

This pose is really ugly. She frowned, tilted her head, and Chen Zhui followed suit, tilting his head down to look at her for a moment before apologizing apologetically, "I didn't control the force well when we kissed."

Cheng Guo snorted out a syllable through her nose, glared at him, slapped his hand away, and continued brushing her teeth with a frown, her words muffled: "How can you treat your older sister like this?"

"What kind of boyfriend is this?" Shen Zhui muttered under his breath, "He's smitten me like this."

"What does it look like?" Cheng Guo rinsed her mouth and asked him, suppressing a laugh.

Shen Zhui gave her a resentful look, "If you don't agree, I'll have to be your secret lover."

This piqued Cheng Guo's interest. She raised her eyebrows, propped herself up on the table with one hand, and looked him up and down with great interest, as if she really had such a plan.

Don't even think about it now.

Shen Zhui brushed his teeth angrily, vaguely telling her "no returns once sold," then glanced at her repeatedly as if he had something to say.

"Speak," Cheng Guo said, leaning against the edge of the stage and glancing at him sideways.

"Can I make it official?" Shen Zhui asked in a low voice.

“Yes,” Cheng Guo said coldly, arms crossed, “we’ll break up if it trends on social media.”

Before the smile could even reach his eyes, it was quickly suppressed by fear. Shen Zhui didn't want to be dumped on the very first day of dating. He frowned in thought and suggested a possibility, "What if we get photographed?"

"Do you have the money to withdraw?"

“Yes,” Shen Zhui glanced at Cheng Guo’s narrowed eyes and quickly changed his words, “If I make more money, I will.”

He softened his voice and sincerely revealed his little secret: "But I want people to know that you are my girlfriend."

"I almost lost half my life fishing before I got a girlfriend."

"I will never change the fact that I am your girlfriend."

Cheng Guo smiled and pushed him out the door. If they were really photographed, at most Yu Muying would know about her boyfriend earlier, and it wouldn't have any other impact on her. But it was hard to say about Shen Zhui. Although he relied on his strength, he still couldn't do without the sincere support of his fans. She couldn't judge the impact on his career if he officially announced his relationship.

“If we’re going to get photographed, then so be it, but,” she pushed him out the door, “you’re not allowed to play tricks on me about this.”

"...How could that be?" Shen Zhui looked away guiltily. "I'll go say hello to Sister Qi first."

He glanced back at me for a moment, then looked away again. "I'll wait for you to come out."

The pointed remark made Cheng Guo's heart pound. When she came out of the shower, Shen Zhui was on the balcony making a phone call. The young woman's muffled voice uttered intriguing words. Cheng Guo looked over and met Shen Zhui's eyes as he turned around at the sound of the noise. His gaze lingered on her for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing as he turned away. He said impatiently, "I know," and then asked, "Are you done talking?"

Not knowing how long the call would take, Cheng Guo didn't listen or wait any longer. She went back to her room, closed the door, turned off the light, and snuggled into bed.

She had a lot of messages piling up on her phone. Just as she picked up her phone to reply, there was a knock on the window.

Shen Zhui opened the window completely, propped himself up on his arms, and easily leaped in, launching into a long, drawn-out tirade against her.

"Why didn't you wait for me before you went to sleep?"

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Author's Note: Here it comes!