Chapter 187 "You can also try to help me."

That evening, lying in bed, Xia Mian was still wondering to himself that he had actually experienced such an absurd thing as transmigrating into a book, yet he had completely gotten used to it and was even going to spend his first New Year here.

That's incredible.

Is this real?

He leaned halfway out of the rocking chair by the window, touching the leaves of the green plants on the windowsill, the nightlight that the buyer had found in a secondhand shop on the bedside table, and the texture of the floor.

It feels almost like the real thing, just like it does in real life.

When Zhou Pingchuan came out of the bathroom, he saw him acting suspiciously and asked him what he was doing.

Just in time, Xia Mian frowned: "Come here for a moment."

The boy was becoming increasingly arrogant and spoiled, even daring to speak to him in a commanding tone. Helpless, Zhou Pingchuan walked up to the boy.

Xia Mian reached out and grabbed a handful; it was warm, like a washboard. He sighed. He couldn't feel warmth in his dream; it seemed everything before him was truly real.

Wait, no, what was that he just grabbed...?

Xia Mian suddenly woke up, her eyes quickly focusing, and then she caught sight of a mature male body, wearing only a bath towel, with water droplets still clinging to his upper body.

At this moment, five finger marks were clearly imprinted on the well-defined abdominal muscles of that body.

It's easy to guess whose masterpiece it is.

"How does it feel?" Zhou Pingchuan asked at this moment.

Xia Mian raised her head. The man's hair wasn't styled; it was slicked back, revealing his forehead, which made his eyes appear even more unfathomable.

"...As expected of the 'King of Work,' with so much work to handle, you still manage to find time to work out. I'm quite envious. But your abs..." Xia Mian clicked her tongue, "...still need some work on."

"Really?" Zhou Pingchuan was skeptical of his assessment, and took another step forward as he spoke.

The distance was too close, so close that Xia Mian could smell the warm fragrance of shower gel mixed with water vapor, so close that he could see the wet stains on the skin, so close that he suddenly noticed that the other person also had fine hairs.

It's commonly said that people with abundant body hair are particularly capable, though some dismiss this as mere gossip. However, there is indeed a theoretical basis for this claim. Excessive body hair indicates high levels of male hormones, and high levels of male hormones generally correlate with better physical development.

Moreover... it's obvious even by looking.

"So, are you satisfied?" Zhou Pingchuan lowered his eyes.

Xia Mian felt that Zhou Pingchuan's words had a double meaning. He quickly turned his head away and cleared his throat as if to cover up his misunderstanding: "I already said, there is room for improvement."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Pingchuan suddenly slipped one arm under his armpit and the other behind his knee, lifting him into the air. He headed towards the bed, and Xia Mian cried out in alarm, "...What are you doing?!"

"I need to get an explanation for myself," Zhou Pingchuan said matter-of-factly.

For the first time in her life, Xia Mian regretted her competitive nature. If only she had just offered a few words of praise, she could have avoided this beating!

Unfortunately, there's no going back. Zhou Pingchuan threw her onto the bed, and Xia Mian tensed her muscles to resist his attack. Zhou Pingchuan didn't force his way in, but instead leaned down and kissed her directly.

They hadn't kissed in a long time. He didn't know if Zhou Pingchuan had practiced on purpose while he was away, or if he had been abstaining for too long. In any case, as soon as Zhou Pingchuan kissed his lips, a surge of heat rose within him. When Zhou Pingchuan began to suck on his tongue, his legs went weak instantly.

The resistance on his knee disappeared, and Zhou Pingchuan propped himself up, carefully examining him.

The bedroom light wasn't on, only a small nightlight. The dim, warm light shone on the boy's face, his eyes glistening with tears—a sign of his affection. His neck was flushed a pale pink, as if inviting someone to apply and extend that blush.

"Want it?" Zhou Pingchuan asked in a low voice, revealing his true intentions.

Summer hibernation turned its head to the side and remained silent.

Zhou Pingchuan stood back up, reached out and grabbed the boy's waist, pulling him towards himself.

Summer hibernation is almost entirely caused by the waist being suspended in the air, so one dares not make any rash movements.

The sensory stimulation was the most direct. This time, it didn't even last seven or eight minutes before Xia Mian urgently called out "Third Master," calling his name. She tried to push him away, but couldn't budge him; Zhou Pingchuan hadn't moved far. Xia Mian suddenly remembered that their first time was like this too. A person in a high position was willing to go to such lengths for him, and the intense psychological satisfaction made him tremble, a thin layer of sweat breaking out on his back.

After he calmed down a bit, Zhou Pingchuan turned around and took out a box he had bought from the supermarket from the drawer. Xia Mian closed her eyes, pretending not to see it.

Normally, the sound of tearing open plastic packaging would be completely negligible. But at this moment, it was so crisp and clear, drilling into her ears relentlessly. Xia Mian listened, biting her lip.

After an unknown amount of time, the imagined invasion did not occur.

Xia Mian opened her eyes to find Zhou Pingchuan leisurely leaning against the table, brushing his teeth. He didn't seem to have any intention of taking things further.

Why? I clearly took the small box just now. Xia Mian was curious, but too embarrassed to ask, so she sat up awkwardly and changed the subject: "What time are we going back to the old house tomorrow? I'll get up early to pack."

The descendants of such large families all return to their old home for the New Year. Moreover, Zhou Pingchuan is now the head of the Zhou family and needs to manage family affairs.

Zhou Pingchuan shook his head: "I won't go back tomorrow, I'll wait until the second day of the Lunar New Year."

After saying that, he went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth. Xia Mian was surprised but didn't have time to ask.

After the lights were turned off and she lay down on the bed, Xia Mian felt depressed and couldn't fall asleep.

He rolled over twice and moved closer to Zhou Pingchuan: "Is it really okay not to go back? Will Grandpa be unhappy?"

In recent years, Mr. Zhou's health has been deteriorating, and he usually recuperates abroad, only returning home for the Chinese New Year.

“I’m married now, so I don’t need to go back,” Zhou Pingchuan said in a low, soft voice. “Don’t worry, just spend the New Year at our home.”

It has to be said that the phrase "our home" perfectly suited Xia Mian's feelings. He mustered his courage: "Um... I have a question. Why did you suddenly stop just now? I... I was all ready."

What should Zhou Pingchuan say?

As he tore open the packaging, he clearly captured the moment the boy frowned.

Due to their physical structure, men experience more pleasure in sex. Their sense of morality and boundaries are not as strong as women's. In the eyes of most men, love and sex are not contradictory, and it is not necessary to have love in order to have sex.

But perhaps that wall hasn't been torn down yet. He harbors a resistance towards Zhou Pingchuan, a fact he himself doesn't realize, yet it falls into Zhou Pingchuan's notice.

“It’s not the right time yet,” but just because Zhou Pingchuan didn’t eat it doesn’t mean he can’t try it, “if you feel guilty.”

He held the boy's hand: "You can also try to help me."