Chapter 65 So watching me act like a dog is considered acting like a dog? Huh? ...

"They didn't leave me a single one?"

When their passion reached its peak, Wen Qi buried his face in her neck, his warm breath brushing against her delicate, fair skin, leaving a blush of ambiguous intimacy.

The subtle yet irritating itch, mixed with his cool yet powerful aura, made Zhu Qingzhi feel weak all over, with nowhere to escape. She subconsciously snuggled into his arms, as if that would allow her to avoid the irritating teasing.

Her voice was soft and gentle, with a wet, sensual quality, yet she still stubbornly refused to admit it: "...I didn't."

Wen Qi chuckled softly, opened his mouth and gently bit her earlobe, his teeth grazing lightly. A tingling sensation quickly spread throughout her body, and Zhu Qingzhi couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her toes curling up.

"Really?" he pressed, his breath hot, his touch lingering more intensely on her sensitive earlobe. "Hmm?"

The ending note rose, carrying a deadly allure and danger.

Caught off guard by his sudden intrusion, Zhu Qingzhi's consciousness dissipated into a chaotic cloud, her reason was gradually swallowed up, her eyes slowly welled up with moisture, and her voice was shattered by the impact.

Wen Qi's lips kissed her all the way, finally capturing her slightly parted lips and swallowing all her sobs. This kiss was irresistibly forceful, yet it also contained a heart-stirring tenderness, a contradiction that made Zhu Qingzhi dizzy.

In a daze, he stepped back slightly, his dark gaze fixed intently on her bewildered eyes. Their warm breaths mingled, their heartbeats colliding, inseparable.

"Chao Chao." His voice was hoarse and slightly breathless, yet it still held a patient, persuasive quality. "Look at me."

He pressed his palm against her waist, cutting off her escape route without leaving any room for retreat. His other hand stroked her back, moving upwards. The scalding heat sent a shiver through her, making all her senses involuntarily focus on his touch.

"Say you love me."

His gaze was so deep and intense, filled with a possessive and lustful intensity. Zhu Qingzhi bit her lower lip, turning her face away shyly, but he gently pulled her back. Then, his fingertips reached out and gently rubbed her wet lips.

Zhu Qingzhi tried to resist, but her body betrayed her will, tensing up uncontrollably and instinctively moving closer to him, seeking deeper comfort.

The dim light cast long shadows, and rain began to fall outside the window. The raindrops pattered against the windowpane, and the discordant interlude pushed the ambiguous atmosphere to its peak.

His movements became slow and deliberate, grinding against the deepest part of her body again and again. Her consciousness gradually became blurred, as if she were falling from the clouds or drowning in the deep sea. The fire inside her burned slowly and agonizingly, yet she could not find an outlet.

"Chao Chao, you... bit me, it hurts so much."

She blushed and hurriedly covered his mouth with her hand, but he grabbed her wrist. The moment their fingers intertwined, he stopped, his fingertips tracing her flushed cheeks, his voice low and seductive, "Then tell me, do you love me?"

"Love..." Zhu Qingzhi finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. She twisted her waist in unbearable pain, "...I love you."

A suffocating, agonizing sensation washed over him; the subtle pain and overwhelming pleasure nearly made him lose control. Wen Qi's breath caught in his throat. He leaned down and kissed away the tears at the corner of her eyes. "Who do you love?"

She tilted her head back, reaching out to kiss his lips: "Wen Qi, I...love Wen Qi the most..."

As soon as he finished speaking, salty tears welled up between his lips and teeth, and the kiss deepened, almost taking away all the oxygen she needed.

A deeper sense of possession; every move Wen Qi made was filled with an almost devout desire to meld her into his very bones.

Emotions surge like the tide, washing over all the subtle tremors and madness; after the waves subside, there is a brief moment of dazedness and tranquility.

As the rain subsided, Wen Qi continued to kiss her lips intermittently, while Zhu Qingzhi felt weak all over and had no strength left.

He kissed her forehead one last time, then held her tightly, his fingertips twirling her long hair. In the quiet room, their intertwined heartbeats and breaths gradually calmed down.

The out-of-control words and reactions just now flashed through her mind. Zhu Qingzhi's cheeks burned. She couldn't help but bite Wen Qi's chin.

It's neither too light nor too heavy, and it doesn't require much strength.

Wen Qi lowered his head and nuzzled her cheek, his expression languid and slightly teasing: "Are you a dog? You scratch and bite like that."

He stretched out his arm in front of Zhu Qingzhi, the red marks on it serving as final proof.

"Hmph." She bit her arm again, this time without holding back.

"Looks like you still have the strength?" Wen Qi grunted, making a move to suppress it again.

Zhu Qingzhi was so frightened that she immediately begged for mercy, her voice soft and sweet with a hint of coquetry: "No, no more."

She really couldn't go on; she felt like her bones were about to fall apart.

"I want to take a shower..." Zhu Qingzhi struggled to get up, but he pulled her back into his arms. The thin blanket was pulled back up, and his warm palm rested on her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"Go to sleep."

*

Katrina's press conference.

The sky was clear and blue, and the sun shone brightly.

The event was held at the Jingjiang Manor, a place with a rich historical background in Beijing, which is next to the Lingmei Hotel, owned by the Lu Group.

To match Katrina's latest design concept of "intense wildness", Jingjiang Manor used Bordeaux red roses and cold, sharp black metal machinery as embellishments.

The elegant charm of the main buildings of the manor is cleverly broken by this strong visual impact, yet they blend in harmoniously, bursting out with an almost savage tension.

Zhu Qingzhi appeared in Katrina's most eye-catching haute couture gown of the season.

The black velvet one-shoulder design accentuated her slender yet strong shoulder line, while the lower half featured an irregular hemline of red pleated organza and matte satin.

The belt at her waist, made of tiny metal gears, rivets, and black chains, is the finishing touch. Wildness, elegance, and power achieve a subtle yet stunning balance in her.

The moment she appeared, she became the focus of the entire event, attracting the attention of all the media cameras, and in an instant, the sound of camera shutters went off like crazy.

Zhu Qingzhi paused briefly on the red carpet before being escorted by staff into the manor. The lights inside the show suddenly dimmed, with only the cold metal reflecting a faint glow.

Zhu Qingzhi was seated in the first row, next to Gu Qiao. While waiting for the show to start, the two of them didn't avoid each other and took a series of five photos without any regard for others.

"Where's your future sister-in-law?" Zhu Qingzhi couldn't resist gossiping while taking photos.

"There's traffic on the way, she might be a little late." Gu Qiao pressed the shutter, flipped through the photos, and selected a few with satisfaction, preparing to post them on her WeChat Moments. "You sent out all the invitations? They're not all just here to gossip, are they?"

"More or less," Zhu Qingzhi nodded. "My brother's whole gang came anyway."

"Okay, as expected of you." Gu Qiao gave a thumbs up, looked around, and then brought her adorable smiling face close to her eyes. "We're all late, see? I'm still the best."

Zhu Qingzhi: "..."

Ten minutes later, the show began. On the catwalk, models competed for attention, and in the darkness, a figure finally appeared in the empty seat to Zhu Qingzhi's left, a warm palm covering the back of Zhu Qingzhi's hand.

Zhu Qingzhi, taking advantage of the act of bending down to adjust her skirt, gently pinched his palm: "Being late is not a good habit."

"I waited for Huaichuan and the others to come in together, otherwise it would have been too obvious." Wen Qi also leaned forward to get water, explaining with a smile, "But I deserve to be punished. Think about how you're going to punish me later?"

In broad daylight, under the clear sky, Zhu Qingzhi always felt that his expression and tone of voice were saying something indecent.

A faint blush instantly appeared behind her ears. She cleared her throat awkwardly and took the bottled water he offered with a hint of annoyance.

Suddenly, several blinding flashes of light went off. Zhu Qingzhi immediately put on a smile and pretended not to know him, saying "thank you." But her shoes, hidden under her skirt, quietly stepped on Wen Qi's shoes.

After the show, thunderous applause erupted. Designer Katrina quickly went on stage and bowed, her eyes briefly meeting Zhu Qingzhi's. Zhu Qingzhi understood and went on stage to give a brief speech.

The host then announced the end of the show and invited everyone to move to the After-Party venue set up in the back garden of the manor.

Zhu Qingzhi first went backstage to change into a matching red silk dress, with delicate black metal chains hanging from her shoulders, adding a touch of casual allure. Then she sat down at the makeup table to change her makeup and hair.

Gu Qiao received a flurry of messages: 【Why isn't she out yet? This place is so beautiful! Come take a picture of me!】 【Bring me a shawl.】 【My new sister-in-law is missing, I'll look for her first.】 【Hurry, I'm at the dessert table, by the lake, don't go to the wrong one.】

Zhu Qingzhi yawned, intending to reply leisurely, when Gu Qiao sent a shocking bombshell: "My brother is working as someone's dog!"

She almost immediately jumped up from the chair, but Xiaoling pressed her back down.

"How much longer?!"

"30 seconds! Spray some hairspray!" Xiaoling hurriedly covered her eyes.

As soon as the fine mist from the hairspray stopped, Zhu Qingzhi lifted her skirt, grabbed a shawl from the side, hurriedly said "Thanks," and walked out.

All she wanted to do was get to the lakeside dessert table as quickly as possible to witness the astonishing scene of "being a dog".

But just as she rounded the pillar in the corridor, an arm suddenly reached out from the shadows, precisely grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into the corner formed by the pillar and the curtains.

The light suddenly dimmed, and Wen Qi trapped her between the wall and himself, still holding her wrist with one hand and bracing his other hand against the wall next to her ear, completely cutting off her escape route.

Zhu Qingzhi was startled. When she looked up, she met Wen Qi's deep eyes, which held a knowing and playful gaze, and a dangerous tenderness that only she could understand.

She was preoccupied with Gu Qiao's "dog-like" scandal, and felt an itch in her heart like a cat scratching at her. Subconsciously, she wanted to push him away a little: "It's a public place, be mindful of your manners!"

She tried to remain calm, but felt inexplicably guilty, as if the little things she had done, like stepping on his foot and pinching his palm under the runway, weren't her doing.

"In such a hurry to see Gu Huaichuan being someone's dog?" Wen Qi replied with complete ease, as if he already knew it all along.

Zhu Qingzhi's eyes widened in surprise: "...How did you know?"

Wen Qi chuckled softly, finally releasing her wrist. He then gently tugged at a strand of slightly curled hair near her cheek with his finger, the gesture intimate and ambiguous: "Actually, you don't need to go see it."

He paused, his fingertips sliding down to brush against her slightly warm cheek, his voice lowered, "Just look at me."

The coaxing tone even carried a hint of grievance, instantly pulling Zhu Qingzhi back from the front lines of gossip to the ambiguous space where only the two of them were.

Zhu Qingzhi's cheeks flushed under his gaze, but she stubbornly retorted, "No way, you were late today!"

"I admit my mistake." He nodded, a smile playing on his lips, but his attitude was anything but one of apology; it was more like a demand with righteous indignation, "Now that I've turned myself in, have you decided how you want to punish me?"

He uttered the last four words almost touching her lips, and Zhu Qingzhi's heart suddenly raced. Confined to this small space, she had no way to escape.

"Can we not punish her?" Her protest sounded weak and feeble, more like a plea for help.

Wen Qi lightly brushed his nose against hers, his gesture extremely intimate: "Then it's my turn to atone for my sins."

Before she could finish speaking, his kiss landed on her lips, completely silencing any unspoken words or protests. In this secluded corner where no one could see them, only their intertwined breaths and their increasingly uncontrollable heartbeats remained.

So, this is what they call being a dog? Huh?

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Author's note: Qingzhi [resting her chin on her hand]: supporting her waist.

Wen Qi [hugs]: [shrugs] [kiss]

Ah-me [shy]: Let's take a break. [Cracking][Cracking][Cracking] I... I silently begged for nothing...