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At the end of the corridor, looking at the two people embracing each other, Zhou Jingxing didn't know how to describe his feelings at that moment.

Disappointment, anger, sadness.

These words seem inadequate to accurately describe his feelings.

Shen Zhou is entangled with that scumbag again. Zhou Jingxing can even clearly see the smug look in Zhao Xin's eyes when he hugs Shen Zhou.

No, it must be that scumbag is harassing Chenzhou again.

But why didn't Chen Zhou push him away?

Zhou Jingxing's head was starting to ache from thinking. He quietly turned and went downstairs, sitting in the lobby for a while.

He was too far away to hear what Zhao Xin said. Zhao Xin deliberately turned his head towards him, so he couldn't see Chen Zhou's expression.

Zhou Jingxing frowned. Is it really true that being a 0 or a 1 is worse than being a 3? How can this kidney-deficient man be so shameless, clinging to Chen Zhou like a ghost?

Zhou Jingxing sat for a while, but his mind was still in a mess. In the end, he decided to test the waters with Chenzhou first.

A foolish man can win over a mistress, while a smart man can win over his wife.

As long as Chen Zhou's heart is with him, he is not afraid of Zhao Xin or Li Xin.

Zhou Jingxing paid the bill and returned to the private room. From the moment he entered, he subtly observed Chen Zhou, only to be disappointed to find that Chen Zhou appeared clearly restless and uneasy.

Was he feeling guilty because he had stolen food?

No, that's impossible. Even if my wife cheated on me, it wouldn't be with Zhao Xin.

Zhou Jingxing tentatively asked Shen Zhou if he had run into Zhang Yang when he went out earlier. Actually, he wanted to ask directly if he had encountered Zhao Xin, but he was afraid that if Shen Zhou really cheated on him, he would simply confront him and break up with him.

Although the possibility is small, it is still unacceptable to him.

Chen Zhou avoided eye contact and replied that he had not encountered anyone.

Zhou Jingxing felt as if a huge piece of his heart had been emptied. He tried to remain calm, but in reality, his heart was aching so much that he could hardly breathe.

Shenzhou lied to himself once again.

Zhou Jingxing tried his best to act normal, but he still let himself drink too much. Finally, the party ended, and Chen Zhou drove him home. When they arrived at the underground parking lot, Chen Zhou got out of the car, went around to the passenger side, and considerately helped him out of the car.

Perhaps because Zhou Jingxing was bigger than him and it was difficult to lift him up, he couldn't help but complain, "Why did you drink so much for no reason?"

Zhou Jingxing didn't speak. His consciousness seemed to be split in two: one half was numbed by alcohol, as if floating on clouds, while the other half was painfully awake because of his lover's deception.

Once inside the house, Zhou Jingxing, emboldened by his drunkenness, pinned Chen Zhou against the entrance and kissed him roughly.

His burning lips pressed hard against her skin, while calloused hands roamed freely over her waist. Shen Zhou, smelling the faint scent of alcohol on her lover, didn't resist; instead, she embraced him.

Zhou Jingxing paused, looked up, his eyes reddened by alcohol and lust, and asked, "Who am I?"

Chen Zhou thought he was drunk and talking nonsense, so he leaned forward to kiss his Adam's apple while calling his name.

"Jingxing, Jingxing..."

Zhou Jingxing cupped his face in his hands and bit his lips almost frantically. He then opened his mouth and used his hot, wet tongue to lick the blood off his lips one by one before rolling Chen Zhou's tongue into his mouth.

Chen Zhou's lips were both sore and numb, his tongue felt sore, and every inch of the mucous membrane in his mouth was being violated. The saliva he couldn't hold back flowed down the corners of his mouth.

"Hmm... Shall we go to the room?"

Zhou Jingxing stroked Shen Zhou's flushed cheeks, whispered something in his ear, then picked him up and carried him to the balcony.

Chen Zhou struggled desperately, "I don't want to! If people see me, I don't want to be human anymore!"

Zhou Jingxing's voice was deep but left no room for argument, "No one will see us. There are no other buildings in front of our building."

Chen Zhou tried to jump out of his embrace, "No! What if someone walks by downstairs?" He punched Zhou Jingxing's chest, "I don't play this game, Zhou Jingxing!"

Zhou Jingxing held him firmly, and the person in his arms could not resist at all. He heard Chen Zhou's words and chuckled softly, "Baby's name sounds so nice. You have to call your husband's name like that later too."

Walking past the display shelf in the living room, Zhou Jingxing put down Chenzhou, casually grabbed a decorative silk scarf from the shelf, and tied it in front of Chenzhou's eyes without saying a word. He kissed Chenzhou's eyes through the scarf, "Don't be afraid, it will make you feel very comfortable."

Suddenly deprived of his sight, Chen Zhou nervously gripped Zhou Jingxing's shoulders. He was lifted up again, and Zhou Jingxing turned a corner and walked forward with him in his arms.

As he was put down, the complete darkness made Chen Zhou instinctively reach out for something to lean on. He touched smooth glass, guessing it was probably a balcony window. The thought of being seen at any moment filled him with shame. He twisted away, pleading softly, "Not here..."

Zhou Jingxing was incredibly wicked. He lowered his head and kissed his lips, swallowing his pleas. "Trust me, I won't do anything that might hurt you."

"Hmm! Don't go so fast..."

Shen Zhou's chest and abdomen were pressed against the cold glass, her back against the man's hot chest, her waist was being controlled, and her delicate skin was being rubbed numb by the calluses on his palms. Shen Zhou kept letting out low moans like a cat.

Once everything had calmed down, Zhou Jingxing turned Chen Zhou around and hugged him tightly, kissing his face soothingly. Chen Zhou had cried so hard that his silk scarf was soaked through, his lips were swollen and red, and he was unconsciously panting with his mouth wide open, a blush spreading from his cheeks to his chest.

Zhou Jingxing's gaze shifted to a certain spot, and he couldn't help but grind his teeth, savoring the taste he had just had in his mouth. This reminded him of plump, red hawthorn berries.

A large patch of glass was wet and sticky. Chen Zhou, exhausted, could only remind Zhou Jingxing, "Remember to wipe the French windows clean."

"Mmm." Zhou Jingxing eagerly began to claim credit. "Was that comfortable just now? Did it feel different from before?"

Shen Zhou nodded honestly, then looked a little embarrassed and buried his head in Zhou Jingxing's chest. "Was someone seeing us just now?"

Zhou Jingxing seemed completely unconcerned about being seen. He gripped the back of Chen Zhou's neck, forcing him to look up, and pressed his burning lips against Chen Zhou's.

As their lips lingered, Zhou Jingxing's hand traced up his waist and back. The warmth of his palm made Chen Zhou shiver involuntarily. He opened his mouth to refuse, but before he could utter a word, a nimble tongue caught up and entwined with his.

"Hmm..."

Zhou Jingxing tasted every part of his mouth before letting him go. He hugged Chenzhou tightly and couldn't help but ask him, "Would anyone else give you this kind of happiness? Baby, you'll always belong to me, okay? Don't look at others, don't hug others, and don't love others." He confessed like a madman, "I'll die if I lose you."

Chen Zhou lay sprawled in Zhou Jingxing's arms, belatedly noticing his unusual behavior. "What other people? What are you talking about?"

Zhou Jingxing's lips roamed over his cheek and neck. "There is no one else. There will never be anyone else between us. I will find a way to get rid of all the mistresses. You will always belong to me!"

Sinking back to reality from his lustful state, Chen Zhou pushed Zhou Jingxing away, leaned against the glass, and felt a chill in his heart that was colder than the glass itself. "What do you mean? You think I would have a mistress? So what happened to your trust in me? You were just lying to me?"

Zhou Jingxing thought of the two times Shen Zhou had deceived him, and the alcohol seemed to take effect at this moment. "I have never lied to you, but you lied to me!" He reached for Shen Zhou's hand with red eyes. "You can lie to me, just don't leave me, okay?"

Shen Zhou was furious. He retorted loudly, "When did I lie...?"

The questioning abruptly ended.

Zhou Jingxing's voice trembled, "Don't be angry, I can pretend nothing happened, as long as you don't break up with me."

Shen Zhou dodged his hand, lowered his head, and leaned against the glass. After a long while, he asked coldly, "You saw it tonight, didn't you?"

Zhou Jingxing shook his head, realizing that Shen Zhou's eyes were still covered by the silk scarf and he couldn't see. He quickly said, "No, I didn't see anything."

Shen Zhou's voice grew colder, and upon closer inspection, he was even trembling. "If you really didn't see anything, you should ask me what I saw."

Zhou Jingxing's breath hitched. "I...I..."

"Where did you start watching from? Was it when Zhao Xin hugged me? If you had seen what happened before that, you wouldn't have suspected anything at all," Shen Zhou calmly analyzed. "You saw it but pretended not to see it to test me, and then I didn't tell you the truth, so that's why you were acting like that just now, right?"

Zhou Jingxing retorted loudly, "No! How could I bear to hurt you?" He hugged Chen Zhou tightly, feeling wronged. "Wasn't this a consensual and happy thing? You didn't believe me when I said I wouldn't hurt you, did you?"

Shen Zhou chuckled, but Zhou Jingxing didn't see his usual dimples. "Consensual? Didn't I say I wouldn't do this? I'm afraid of being seen! You were only thinking of yourself back then, did you ever consider my feelings?"

Zhou Jingxing was hurt. "So you don't like doing it with me? Were all your reactions just an act?"

Shen Zhou was speechless at his words. He tried to steer the conversation back to the main point, "Who's talking to you about that? I'm angry that you always do things your own way and never consider my feelings!" He got angrier as he spoke, "And you always suspect that I'll cheat on you. Am I the kind of person who would have a mistress?!"

Zhou Jingxing didn't answer immediately. In the deathly silence, he finally spoke, "I'm just your mistress who rose to power." His tone was sorrowful. "You dumped Zhao Xin because of me, and one day you'll dump me because of someone else, won't you?"

Shen Zhou's mind went blank for a moment. He suddenly realized what kind of image he and Zhou Jingxing had in his lover's heart. He asked Zhou Jingxing, trembling, "So you've always thought I was a cheating scumbag like Zhao Xin?"

Zhou Jingxing panicked and hugged Chenzhou tightly. "No, how could you be the same?"

Chen Zhou struggled to break free from him, "If I also cheated on Zhao Xin with you while dating him, then what's the difference between me and him?"

But we are truly in love!

Chen Zhou chuckled, "True love? I really thought you were before."

Zhou Jingxing's heart nearly stopped. "Before? And now? What do you mean?"

Shen Zhou said with a blank expression, "Let's take a break for a while. I think we both need to think carefully about this relationship."

Zhou Jingxing felt as if he had suddenly fallen off a cliff. He was aggrieved and confused. "I...I don't want to. I have nothing to think about. I don't want to be separated from you! I said I wouldn't mind, even if you really like someone else one day, as long as you don't leave me!"

Chen Zhou leaned against the glass, head down. "What I hate most about Zhao Xin is his relentless pestering. Zhou Jingxing, don't make me hate you."

Zhou Jingxing was stunned. After a moment of silence, he said, "I'll leave first tonight. You're still angry right now. Let's talk again tomorrow when you've calmed down, okay?"

Chen Zhou didn't speak. After a moment, he heard Zhou Jingxing sigh, then get dressed and leave.

The sound of the door closing rang out, and Chen Zhou's heart began to ache. He tore off the silk scarf in front of his eyes, wanting to chase after it. After a brief moment of light blindness, he was stunned to see everything clearly before him.

This wasn't a balcony at all; what he thought was a "floor-to-ceiling window" was actually a glass partition in the bathroom. Tonight's affair was, after all, something no one could possibly see.

Zhou Jingxing is telling the truth; he won't hurt himself.

Shen Zhou touched his eyes, where the feel of the fabric still lingered, but no one would kiss him through the silk scarf anymore.