Chapter 79 Ups and Downs

After driving for a while, it was clear that this wasn't the road to Green County Mansion. "Where are we going?"

"go home."

"...That's your home."

The man said, "This will be your home from now on."

The tone was extremely matter-of-fact.

"No, I don't have any clothes here."

Tan Zhaojing glanced at her sideways, "Someone will bring it over."

Lin Zaoyi: "..."

For no reason, my face felt hot. I rolled down the car window and let the autumn wind caress my face.

The phone rang; it was Tan Zhaojing.

The phone was on the center console. Zao Yi picked it up casually and handed it over, glancing at the note as she did so: "President Duan".

"Turn on speakerphone."

She did as she was told, and the next second, Duan Lin’s voice rang out in the car, “What are you doing? Come sit at the club, He Nian and Yuan Lai are both there.”

"No, thank you."

"What's up?"

Tan Zhaojing hummed in agreement, "To spend time with my girlfriend."

Not only her side, but Duan Lin's side also had the radio on, at Yuan Lai's request, but who knew he would hear such heartbreaking news.

Duan Lin knew some of the situation beforehand, so he wasn't very surprised.

Yuan Lai's face suddenly turned deathly pale. She lost her grip on the cup, and the water spilled out, splashing onto her sleeve and instantly leaving a water stain.

Although I had a vague idea before, hearing it with my own ears made me feel an overwhelming sense of loss and resentment.

Duan Lin silently handed over a piece of paper. There was no first come, first served when it came to matters of the heart; he would no longer get involved after today.

"Okay, then you go on your date, we can meet up another day."

As soon as the call ended, Lin Zaoyi questioned, "How could you tell others that you have a girlfriend?"

"Why not?" Tan Zhaojing's expression remained unchanged, but his voice was colder and deeper. "Are you planning to play games with me?"

Lin Zaoyi didn't have the guts to voice her opinions about the new identity, saying, "I haven't agreed yet."

The car pulled over, and she looked toward the driver's seat. She saw Tan Zhaojing unbuckle his seatbelt and lean over her. She instinctively shrank back, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't reach his arm.

His shoulder was gripped, and his breath tickled her ear. "What do you want in return for a formal title?"

Do not be tempted.

She scolded him, "Whether you give it to me or not doesn't stop you from being domineering."

Tan Zhaojing chuckled softly, rubbing her nose with his fingertip, "It wouldn't be domineering of you to give me one."

The girl in front of him lowered her eyelashes as if trying to avoid him, and muttered softly, "I won't give it to you."

He didn't dwell on the matter too much, and kissed her forehead. "Whether I give it to you or not, it won't stop me from standing by your side. Now, and forever, it's all mine."

Undeniably, Lin Zaoyi's heart was stirred by those words.

After getting off the car, my hand was still being held. I accidentally touched his pocket and instinctively squeezed it, but couldn't figure out what it was. I casually asked, "What's that?"

Tan Zhaojing said, "Take it out and let me see."

She actually took it out, glanced down, and when she saw what it was, she stuffed it back into his pocket like a hot potato.

His face was scratched. "Why aren't you saying anything?"

She ignored him.

Once inside the elevator, Tan Zhaojing opened her hand and asked, "Why are you so wet?"

Lin Zaoyi's nostrils twitched slightly. "Isn't it hot?"

The elevator went straight to the floor without stopping in the middle.

It wasn't my first time here, but this time I felt very rushed.

Tan Zhaojing put his arm around her waist, "Want to take a shower?"

nod.

"Together?"

Shake head.

Tan Zhaojing led her to the bathroom, saying, "I'll go to the second bedroom to shower."

"good…"

The door closed, and Lin Zaoyi stood there stunned for a long time.

In a daze, I stayed in the bathroom for almost half an hour. The room was filled with steam, and my reflection in the mirror was blurry.

There were only bath towels on the shelf. She wrapped them around herself and opened the sliding door a crack. "Brother Zhaojing."

The man walked over in his pajamas and pushed the door, which was only half a hand's width wide, all the way to the end. She instinctively stepped back, but before she could stand still, he easily caught her and placed her steadily on the counter. He used his fingertips to lift her wet hair, while holding a hairdryer in his other hand.

One strand at a time, gently and carefully, is drawn up.

Lin Zaoyi had never sung for so long in her life. She got tired from sitting for so long, so she stretched her waist and leaned on his shoulder.

The man's white bathrobe was half-open, and water droplets from her hair slowly trickled down his firm chest, leaving a sensual trail before disappearing into the deepest recesses of his body.

I don't even know if she was wearing underwear.

Suddenly, a bold idea popped into my head: what would his reaction be if I ripped off the belt around his waist?

The moment that thought crossed my mind, I immediately dismissed it; that would be too shameless.

Five minutes later, he finally turned off the hairdryer, and she sat up straight from his lap.

Without the noise, the bathroom became quiet in an instant.

Tan Zhaojing unplugged the hairdryer and casually put it aside.

He raised his hand, brushed aside the strands of hair wrapped around her neck, and his palm rested on the back of her head.

The girl raised her head, her long eyelashes fluttering, and looked a little nervous.

He leaned closer, "Scared?"

The breath spread, sending shivers down one's spine.

Lin Zaoyi clutched his shirt and whispered, "It's alright..."

In her vision, those originally indifferent eyes were replaced by tenderness. She couldn't help but reach out her arm, her fingertips landing on his brow bone, slowly sliding down, and finally resting on his Adam's apple, gently stroking it twice.

Completely unconscious behavior.

He grasped her hand and brought it to his chest, his voice low, languid, "Other places are fine too."

She swallowed hard. "I don't have that idea for now."

He chuckled softly, "Then let's do something else."

Before her face could even flush, she was suddenly lifted into the air and carried away.

The bedroom lights were off, but the light from the living room shone in.

The kisses fell, dense and numerous, a fierce storm yet also tender and lingering.

In his dazed state, he slightly rose and pressed his lips to her forehead, "I'll give you time to regret it."

Lost in a daze of passion, her gaze was somewhat unfocused. "What..."

"Think for yourself."

He bent his neck, his voice, deep and seductive, close to his ear, "I'll give you five seconds."

Lin Zaoyi seemed to understand, and the fingers on his shoulder unconsciously curled up. "Then—"

Just as he was about to speak, his head was grabbed and said, "Time's up."

"......"

Nose tips touched, breaths mingled.

She heard a soft rustling sound beside her ear, and just as she was about to look over, something appeared in her hand. "Open it."

She returned it immediately.

He forcefully grasped her hand, his passion growing stronger with each passing moment.

With her back pressed against the bed, trapped between him and the bed, all she could do seemed to be hold him for support.

In her confusion, her breathing suddenly became heavy. Caught off guard, she dug her fingertips into his back, opened her mouth and bit his shoulder, whimpering helplessly.

He pressed his lips to the corner of her red and hot eyes, his kiss as gentle as a light rain in March, slow and lingering, but the strength in his grip on her shoulders gradually tightened.

Lin Zaoyi didn't know how to describe it; it hurt, yet it also brought back experiences she had never had before.

Like being thrown into an endless whirlpool, floating and sinking.

Amidst the chaos and jolting, a bath towel fell to the ground, indistinguishably wrapped around his pajamas.

She and he were the same.