Chapter 111 "You, nine times out of ten, have fallen for Third Master."

This was the first time Zhou Pingchuan had ever shared a bed with someone since he was an adult.

Perhaps he wasn't used to other noises around him, because he couldn't fall asleep, and the other person was tossing and turning like a takoyaki ball.

Zhou Pingchuan checked his watch; he turned it over approximately every seven or eight minutes.

It wasn't rolling around in place; it was rolling over while moving closer to him. And the rhythm was perfect; just as he started to get sleepy, it would interrupt him.

Even worse, after flipping him over a few times, a hand landed on Zhou Pingchuan's waist. Zhou Pingchuan pulled up that arm and threw it away.

The other person seemed dissatisfied, muttering something in their sleep, and then draped their leg over again. Zhou Pingchuan repeated the action, throwing it away once more.

Finally, all the octopuses in the takoyaki simply crawled out, and all eight tentacles stuck to his body!

Zhou Pingchuan took a deep breath, intending to call his bodyguards to carry the person to the next room. Turning his head, he saw a small, fair-skinned boy in the pitch-black night.

He was probably a little cold, because he was curled up, and the parts of his body that touched his skin were pressed tightly together.

Like a homeless puppy on a rainy day, seeing someone approaching, it tries its best to get a new owner to take it home.

Forget it, Zhou Pingchuan gave up and let him go.

But perhaps finding warmth in the warmth, the puppy stopped thrashing around after clinging to him, and its heartbeat became increasingly steady. Zhou Pingchuan was also able to gradually fall asleep, and half an hour later, their breathing strangely adjusted to the same frequency.

Xia Mian had no idea how much trouble she was causing Zhou Pingchuan. Recently, he had been trying to lose weight, and the little fat he had left on his body had thinned even further, making winter even harder for him than before. Especially after it snowed, the piercing cold wind was like a hidden weapon; you couldn't feel where it was, but it could freeze you to the bone.

In previous years, Xia Mian often hibernated in Nangang, but he can't do that anymore. Fortunately, he found a heat source tonight, like a small stove.

It's so warm and cozy, it feels so comfortable to hug.

Xia Mian slept soundly until he woke up naturally, but then felt his bladder growling. He rubbed his eyes and ran to the bathroom.

The smart toilet seat opened instantly, allowing Xia Mian to flip the seat and pull down her pants in one smooth motion.

Every boy knows that getting the first pee in the morning is harder than climbing to heaven, especially today when something is unusually aroused, making it even more difficult.

I drank beer last night, and my bladder is really full. Xia Mian is a bit annoyed and shivers with impatience: "Bro, pee!"

After a few seconds, realizing that being anxious was useless, he changed his tone: "I'm begging you, okay? Just pee, alright?"

Perhaps it truly understood, or perhaps it had been shaken a little "softer," and finally released its pent-up energy. Xia Mian felt a tingling sensation on her scalp and pulled up her pants.

Turning around, I was caught off guard and met a pair of dark eyes.

God knows, he did the same thing to the person who had the eye surgery last night.

Xia Mian was so frightened that she immediately covered her body: "...You pervert, why are you watching me pee!"

Zhou Pingchuan: "That's a question I should be asking you."

Xia Mian then noticed that inside the glass shower screen, Zhou Pingchuan was completely naked, water droplets slowly sliding down his taut muscles, past his V-line, his groin...

Xia Mian was green with envy. Zhou Pingchuan spent almost all his time working, how did he manage to build such great muscles?

But as he continued down the line, his jealousy instantly turned into fear.

—On the other person's left leg, there were countless wounds of all sizes, and the same was true for his hand. The deepest one went straight through his entire right palm!

Judging from the color of the scars, they are all old injuries.

Xia Mian finally understood why Zhou Pingchuan never took off his gloves in front of others.

Zhou Pingchuan ascended to the position of family head at a young age, possessing countless powers and wealth. People already love to gossip about him, and if he exposes his wounds, who knows what kind of rumors will spread about him.

And...it's really ugly.

I wonder what injured him like that. It must have been in a lot of pain.

Xia Mian was so shocked that she didn't notice that Zhou Pingchuan's eyes were already chillingly cold across from her.

Apart from his family doctor and Xue Chunling, no one else had ever seen his wounds. Those who did see them were kept quiet by him for various reasons. He didn't want anyone, in any form, to evoke those memories that should have been buried long ago.

He loves his little pet Xia Mian very much, but if the pet accidentally wanders into his restricted area, he can reluctantly give it up.

Zhou Pingchuan gripped the shower screen handle, poised to burst through the door at any moment. Unexpectedly, Xia Mian's attention shifted upwards again, just a tiny bit, landing on the man's genitals.

Immediately afterwards, he witnessed two streaks of red blood gushing from the other man's nostrils. Zhou Pingchuan's murderous intent vanished instantly, replaced by a mixture of astonishment, absurdity, and disbelief.

Surely not?

When blood flowed down her philtrum and into her lips, Xia Mian finally realized what a terrible embarrassment she had made. She wiped her nose, her face turning redder than blood.

"...You think you're so great? Why do you always show off like this? Put it away!" Xia Mian grabbed a tissue and covered her nose. "This crappy hotel's ventilation system is faulty, it's too dry, it's made my nose bleed. I'm going to complain to the front desk!"

After speaking, Xia Mian rushed out the door and fled.

He had no idea that for a fleeting moment, Zhou Pingchuan had almost made him disappear from this world, cease to exist.

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After leaving the enormous object, Xia Mian quickly stopped her nosebleed and pretended that nothing had happened. She then met up with Chestnut and Big Yellow and they returned to Beijing together.

After that "strange encounter" in the morning, Xia Mian didn't really want to go back to Longxi. Just then, Xu Ning and Liu Er broke up completely, and Xu Ning moved back to her small duplex and invited him to have dinner together, which he gladly accepted.

Unlike Xia Mian, who grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth, Xu Ning'er had experienced hardship in her childhood and knew how to cook a few home-style dishes. After a flurry of activity in the kitchen, he called out to Xia Mian, "Xia, come and eat!"

Xia Mian was playing with Xu Ning's cat when she heard this. She picked up the American Shorthair and walked to the dining room, almost thinking that a terrorist had broken into the house: "...My God, what's with your outfit?"

"Cooking fumes will accelerate skin aging." Xu Ning took off her smoke mask, then removed her neck glove and gloves: "Quickly, try it and see how it tastes."

Xia Mian picked up a water spinach and commented objectively, "It has a good wok hei (wok aroma)."

What do you mean? You think his cooking is too hot? Xu Ning snorted: "Of course it's not as good as your Longxi chefs. Just make do with it, young master."

Speaking of Longxi, Xu Ningcai suddenly remembered: "You've been living there for a while now, haven't you? How are things going with you and your husband? Are things progressing smoothly?"

Xia Mian couldn't explain it either. She stroked the kitten's ears and said in a disappointed voice, "It probably wasn't very smooth. I almost cried yesterday because he made me so angry."

"...Huh? Why?"

“Actually, it’s not his fault, I misunderstood. But we’re incompatible according to our birth charts, so whenever we meet, we often argue and get angry—only about myself,” Xia Mian said, waving her cat-like mangosteen-shaped paws. “I have a hard time controlling my emotions in front of him. Ningning, do you think we should find a fortune teller to tell our fortunes?”

Xu Ning was surprised at first, then burst out laughing.

"What's with that expression? Don't laugh at me!" Actually, Xia Mian also felt that he was being too superstitious. Incompatibility is incompatibility. He and Zhou Pingchuan had absolutely nothing in common, so friction was normal.

But Xu Ning said, "Are you stupid? What does this have to do with fortune tellers? You've probably fallen for Third Master!"