Chapter 30 Gu Zeming is a super pervert. Tonight we have a whole night...

Friday.

The phone vibrated in the drawer. Jiang Chuyu glanced down at it and saw a short message pop up on the screen.

[3 PM, gymnasium. Guess how many rings I can hit.]

The text is followed by a small bow and arrow emoji.

Jiang Chuyu's fingertips hovered for a few seconds, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.

She quickly looked around to make sure no one was paying attention before typing a line of text in the chat box.

What's the reward for guessing correctly?

After posting it, I felt it was too bland, so I added a kitten peeking out emoji.

The reply popped up almost immediately: 【You're free to do whatever you want with me today.】

Jiang Chuyu could imagine the expression on Gu Zeming's face when he said those words.

If classified according to the personality tendencies in MBTI, he would probably be a cold-blooded J type, proud, self-consistent, and not prone to internal conflict. His eyes, which are always calm to the point of indifference, reveal a confident and strategic mind.

As his girlfriend, and his lover for the last day, Jiang Chuyu was very self-aware, providing ample emotional support: 【What if I guessed wrong?】

This time the wait was a little longer. When her phone vibrated again, Jiang Chuyu looked down to check it.

Come to my place tonight.

Jiang Chuyu felt a surge of heat travel from her neck to the tips of her ears. After thinking for a moment, she tapped a rather high ring number.

Just as she clicked "send successfully," Caiyan suddenly leaned over, startling her.

"What are you spacing out about?" Caiyan asked.

"N-nothing!" Jiang Chuyu hurriedly locked the screen, her heart pounding.

Caiyan looked at her suspiciously: "Why have you been so absent-minded lately? Could it be that..."

"Sigh, don't even mention it." Jiang Chuyu sighed, feigning worry. "There's a problem with the assignment; I'm thinking about how to revise it."

As she spoke, she quickly tidied up the table.

"I'm going to the library to look up some information. You guys go ahead and eat. Don't wait for me."

The roommates exchanged glances.

Within just one week, this was Jiang Chuyu's nth solo operation.

That's happening too frequently; there's definitely something fishy going on.

Her roommates suspected she had a new boyfriend, but didn't confront her immediately.

After the roommates left,

Jiang Chuyu breathed a long sigh of relief.

He took out the carefully prepared box from his schoolbag.

Inside was a black wristband.

Two days ago, she heard Gu Zeming say that he had an archery competition, so she wanted to give him a gift.

Around 2 p.m., the stadium was bustling with noise.

Jiang Chuyu crouched down and slipped inside, finding a spot towards the back.

In the center of the court, Gu Zeming was warming up, his tall and straight figure outlined in a black tracksuit.

He raised his hand to draw the bow, his shoulder and back muscles taut and beautifully defined, drawing gasps from the audience.

Jiang Chuyu was mesmerized.

They had known each other for some time, but she was still struck by Gu Zeming's serious and focused demeanor, and her heart would flutter wildly.

Compared to a prodigal son returning home, a respectable man indulging in lust provides her with greater sensory stimulation.

So when she saw Gu Zeming, who was as clean as a white crane even when picking up trash, she knew she was hopeless.

As my heart fluttered with excitement, my phone vibrated again: [I saw you. Come to the restroom.]

Jiang Chuyu glanced in the direction of the contestants, put away her phone, and slipped out amidst the chaos of the audience entering the venue.

At the end of the corridor, Gu Zeming leaned against the wall.

Their competition uniforms are white and dark blue, and he manages to make even basic styles look neat and stylish.

Jiang Chuyu's gaze swept over him, revealing a regretful expression.

Even when he's wearing his competition uniform, he's completely covered up, so you can't see his abs.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Gu Zeming flicked her forehead with his finger.

Jiang Chuyu felt her ears burning and hurriedly pulled out the black wristband from her pocket.

"Here you go." She looked down to grab his wrist, but he grabbed it instead.

"Why are your hands so cold?" His palms had thin calluses, and the temperature was unusually hot.

Jiang Chuyu said, "It's good to be cool. It's warm in winter and cool in summer, and it can also help you cool down before the competition."

They're quite good at talking nonsense.

Gu Zeming didn't delve any further into the matter. He stretched out his wrist, his voice a few decibels lower than usual.

"Help me put it on."

"oh."

Jiang Chuyu bent down to tie her wristband, and her fingers accidentally touched the protruding veins on the back of his hand, causing him to flinch as if he had been burned.

Gu Zeming grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer.

"Don't let your hands shake, take your time." Warm breath sprayed onto her head.

Jiang Chuyu carefully tightened the wristband, moving very gently, as if afraid of hurting him.

The sound of a broadcast testing could be heard in the distance; the competition was about to begin.

Gu Zeming looked down at the top of her head, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he reached out to pull her into his arms.

Jiang Chuyu buried her face in his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

After listening for a few seconds, his right hand restlessly slid inside the edge of his racing suit and pressed against his abs.

"Don't move."

Gu Zeming grabbed her hand, looked at her with deep, dark eyes, and lowered his head to lightly kiss her lips.

Jiang Chuyu's breathing became erratic, and she hurriedly pushed him away, saying, "I should go back!"

Gu Zeming didn't insist, but said in a low voice, "Wait until I finish my competition."

Jiang Chuyu looked up, met his gaze, and suddenly smiled.

"good."

Back in her seat, Jiang Chuyu was still feeling dizzy until she heard a familiar voice.

"Jiang Chuyu?!"

She froze, then slowly turned her head.

Caiyan pulled her two other roommates over.

"Didn't you say you were going to the library to look up information?" Caiyan narrowed her eyes, giving her a look that said, "You'd better confess now."

Jiang Chuyu thought to herself, "I'm doomed." Her brain raced: "I've done my research. I heard there's an archery competition at the stadium today. I'll just come and join the fun."

"Oh~" Caiyan drawled, exchanging glances with her roommates, "Your new boyfriend isn't some handsome guy from the archery team, is he?"

"What?" Jiang Chuyu panicked.

Judging from Caiyan's tone, could it be that she already knows about her relationship with Gu Zeming?

Jiang Chuyu paused for a few seconds, then joked, "Where would I get a handsome archery team boyfriend? Did you guys send him to me or did the government send him? If it's such a good thing, why don't you send me Gu Zeming instead?"

When her roommates heard this, they all thought she was daydreaming and insatiable.

"You even picked him?" Caiyan pinched her cheek. "In the past, I would have proudly raised my ID card to support you in pursuing Gu Zeming, but now that he has a girlfriend, let's calm down and just treat it as admiring a man's good looks. Interfering in other people's relationships will be punished by heaven."

Jiang Chuyu muttered under her breath, "I didn't intend to interfere. I just happened to be passing by today and came to watch his match."

Anyway, a lot of people came to see Gu Zeming today, so her saying this shouldn't arouse suspicion.

Sure enough, Caiyan said, "That's good. It's not illegal to check. Remember to invite us next time."

Jiang Chuyu nodded repeatedly: "I'll definitely do it next time."

The competition was about to begin, and the roommates found their seats.

Jiang Chuyu wiped her sweat as if she had been granted a pardon and turned to look at the field.

If you were to describe Gu Zeming with a sport, Jiang Chuyu would say that "archery" is the perfect fit for him.

He is both steady and has the courage to hit the bullseye with an arrow; the strength in his arm is in no way inferior to that of a pure power athlete.

After all, he could easily lift her up with one hand.

Jiang Chuyu was lost in thought when she heard the surrounding audience starting to chatter.

"Look at that contestant over there! My god, her profile is absolutely stunning!"

"It's Gu Zeming, the handsome guy from University A. He won a medal in last year's Beijing University Archery Competition."

"Wow, what amazing body proportions... She looks so sexy even in sportswear, imagine what she'd look like without them?"

"I heard he has a girlfriend. I'm so envious of that girl. Sleeping with a top-tier woman like that is like winning the lottery..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chuyu muttered softly, "His physical fitness is indeed very good."

I regretted it as soon as the words left my mouth.

Suddenly, the surroundings fell silent, and her roommates all turned to look at her.

Caiyan: "How do you know he's in good physical condition?"

Lin Yun: "Oh right, it's not like you slept with him."

“I… I guessed it from his muscle definition. He has such strong self-discipline, he must exercise a lot!” Jiang Chuyu said quickly. “Look at his back muscles, they are especially prominent when he exerts force.”

The roommates were skeptical, but soon turned their attention back to Gu Zeming.

On the field, he was like a different person, with a cold and sharp gaze.

The moment the bowstring trembled, the arrow shot out and hit the bullseye.

After he scored two consecutive 10s, the cheers from the audience grew louder and louder.

The final arrow will decide the outcome.

In the silence, Gu Zeming raised his eyelashes and glanced at the audience, his gaze precisely locking onto Jiang Chuyu's position.

Jiang Chuyu couldn't help but get nervous, and even forgot to blink.

Gu Zeming withdrew his gaze, his neck tensed, he drew the bow, released the arrow, and hit the bullseye once again.

"We won!!!" The audience stood up and cheered.

Jiang Chuyu was disheartened, as if she had guessed wrong again.

However, to be fair, someone as stable as Gu Zeming must have top-notch mental fortitude. Even if they break up, he should be able to move on quickly, forget her, and forget their sordid relationship.

Thinking of this, Jiang Chuyu calmed down considerably. Anyway, it's not like she's never slept with anyone before; she might as well go.

After the awards ceremony, people began to disperse.

Jiang Chuyu's phone vibrated.

Wait for me at Hualian Supermarket.

She glanced at them, told her roommates she was going to Jiang Lekai's place, and then secretly slipped away to the agreed meeting place.

The shopping center Gu Zeming mentioned is near Wudaokou.

When she arrived, he had already changed back into his casual clothes and was looking down at his phone.

When he saw her arrive, he took her backpack.

Jiang Chuyu was still immersed in the excitement of the competition: "Your last arrow was so cool!"

Gu Zeming chuckled and pushed the shopping cart over: "So, the date for tonight?"

Jiang Chuyu stammered, "Go...go to your house?"

"Um."

Jiang Chuyu hesitated, "Wouldn't it be inappropriate for your family to see her?" They're breaking up tomorrow, how could they dare bring her home?

Gu Zeming was silent for a moment, then said in a flat tone, "I have no family."

Jiang Chuyu was stunned, as if her heart had been stabbed, and she felt a sharp pain. She stared at him in disbelief.

Gu Zeming pushed the shopping cart, turned around and walked into the supermarket, his face expressionless.

Jiang Chuyu followed closely behind.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" he asked casually.

Jiang Chuyu stared at his broad back, feeling a little embarrassed.

He even cooked the final farewell dinner himself, which was incredibly responsible, making her seem like a girlfriend who had nothing better to do.

Jiang Chuyu hesitated for three seconds, then shamelessly rattled off a list of dishes.

After listening, Gu Zeming laughed and said, "You really didn't hold back at all."

Jiang Chuyu pouted: "You asked me yourself, of course I have to believe in my boyfriend's abilities. You're so capable, you can definitely do it, right?"

Her praise is like a sugar-coated bullet; believe it and your life is over.

Gu Zeming glanced at her but didn't say anything, but the things he took were all things she wanted to eat.

Jiang Chuyu happily grabbed his arm and said with a smile, "Senior is still the best."

Gu Zeming raised an eyebrow. "Why are you still calling me 'senior'?"

"Uh, I can't change it right away." Jiang Chuyu chuckled and brushed it off.

She was in a particularly pleasant mood throughout the entire purchasing process.

After browsing for more than twenty minutes, the shopping cart gradually filled up, but Jiang Chuyu always felt that something was missing.

She asked Gu Zeming, "Senior, don't you have anything you want to eat?"

Gu Zeming succinctly replied, "Yes."

“Then let’s buy more.” As soon as Jiang Chuyu finished speaking, she saw Gu Zeming stop in front of a shelf and take out a whole box of condoms.

Jiang Chuyu was speechless for a moment, her face turning bright red.

A whole box, probably just to scare her...

After a long pause, she finally regained a sliver of reason and tried to bargain with him: "Isn't this too much?"

Gu Zeming remained unfazed: "No, we have a whole night to spend together and get to know each other."

"But..." she stammered. "You're going to teach my brother French tomorrow, aren't you?"

Gu Zeming looked down at her, his voice calm: "I've already asked Ms. Jiang for leave."

Jiang Chuyu: "..."

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Although she was initially attracted to Gu Zeming's body, she never intended to exploit him.

Moreover, although she was drunk that time and many details had become blurred, there was one thing she would never forget, even if she turned to ashes.

Gu Zeming has a cold and indifferent face, but inside he seems to be a black hole, insatiably demanding.

She would occasionally cry and beg for mercy from his physical assault, but even that couldn't stop him from continuing to take from her.

He would gently kiss away her tears, coaxing her to fall for him again and again.

In comparison, Gu Zeming's lips were much gentler and more elegant, although they looked rather cold and thin.

The taxi drove smoothly on the highway.

Jiang Chuyu stole a glance at the plastic bag in Gu Zeming's hand, and could vaguely see a box inside with words that made people blush.

She felt like she was going crazy.

Because her love for him began with lust, would he retaliate in the same way when it ended?

Jiang Chuyu dared not think about it any further.

The taxi remained silent until it stopped in front of an old-fashioned apartment building.

Gu Zeming opened the door and got out of the car.

Jiang Chuyu remained motionless in the car.

Gu Zeming stared at her for a moment, his thin lips moved, and his tone was unusually gentle, "Are your legs uncomfortable? Do you want me to carry you?"

Jiang Chuyu waved her hands repeatedly in fright, "No need, no need, I can walk by myself!"

On the last day, she endured, endured, endured!

I endured it from the first floor to the twelfth floor.

Gu Zeming took out his key from his pocket and unlocked the door.

Jiang Chuyu stared at his hand, curious: "Do you live alone?"

"Hmm," he replied casually, seemingly unwilling to discuss his family in detail.

The door opened.

Jiang Chuyu found the room unusually tidy.

The gray sofa was perfectly wrinkle-free, the glass coffee table reflected the afterglow of the setting sun outside the window, the slippers in the entryway were neatly arranged, and the floor was so shiny you could see your reflection in it.

"Come in." Gu Zeming bent down and took out a pair of brand-new pink slippers from the shoe cabinet and handed them to her.

Jiang Chuyu was replaced, and the size was just right.

"Your home is so clean," she exclaimed sincerely.

“A cleaning lady comes to clean every week,” Gu Zeming said as he carried the groceries into the kitchen. “Although there’s not much to tidy up.”

Jiang Chuyu looked around.

There were no family photos, no dirty clothes strewn about, and all the furniture was neatly arranged. In short, it was clean and tidy, without any of the bad habits of a single man living alone. However, it also lacked the warmth of a home, feeling as cold and desolate as he was.

"Do you need any help?" She walked into the kitchen and saw that Gu Zeming had already tied on a blue apron and was chopping vegetables.

"Help me wash these onions." He handed her a basket without looking up.

Okay, it's time to wash vegetables again.

Jiang Chuyu took the basket, her fingertips accidentally touching his palm.

Both of them paused for a moment, then quickly moved their hands away.

Jiang Chuyu turned on the tap, bent down to wash the vegetables, and slowly the pungent smell brought tears to her eyes.

"Why are you crying?" Gu Zeming put down the knife and gently wiped the corner of her eye with his thumb.

His fingertips were a little rough, but his movements were exceptionally gentle.

"My eyes are burning from the onions," Jiang Chuyu explained softly.

He was so close that she could smell his scent with every breath she took.

Gu Zeming didn't say anything more, but handed her a tissue and then turned to cook noodles.

Gradually, only the sound of boiling water and the sound of knives hitting the cutting board remained in the kitchen.

After a while, Gu Zeming said, "There's olive oil in the storage room. Could you get it for me? It's the second room in the corridor."

Jiang Chuyu nodded, wiped her hands clean, and walked out of the kitchen.

The apartment had a simple layout. She walked to a room that looked like a storage room, turned the doorknob hard, but found that the door wouldn't budge.

"Can't you open it?" Gu Zeming's voice came from the kitchen, as if he could see her every move.

"I think I've come to the wrong room." Jiang Chuyu turned to the door opposite.

The door finally opened.

She looked up, then shifted her gaze.

What came into view was not a storage room, but a study. To be precise, it was a room filled with her collections.

The walls were covered with her photos and portraits.

The clay figurines neatly arranged in the display case all have her face and are wearing dresses from different periods of her life.

The white shirt she had kissed wrapped around the skirt they had first soiled, hanging together in a corner like a "couple," like he was embracing her.

The most chilling thing was the life-size oil painting in the center of the room. The woman in the painting had a lifelike expression, as if she were alive, with a bright smile, but her eyes were crying.

It would be impossible to draw such detail without long-term observation of a person.

Jiang Chuyu staggered backward, bumping into the bookshelf behind her, and a sketchbook fell to the ground.

"Did you find it?" Gu Zeming's voice suddenly rang out from behind him.

Jiang Chuyu turned around abruptly and saw him standing in the middle of the living room, holding a plate of freshly made spaghetti.

Backlit, his dark eyes stared coldly at her.

"I...I went into the wrong room." Jiang Chuyu's voice trembled as she pretended nothing had happened and left the room.

Gu Zeming slowly approached, placed the plate on the dining table, and asked softly, "Do you like my collection?"

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Author's Note: Thank you to the little angels for helping to fix the bugs; I've revised the last chapter!