Chapter Ninety-Seven is truly deadly.
After finally getting Shen Yuzhu home, Zhou Congsheng helped her sit on the kang (a heated brick bed).
Seeing her suddenly become obedient, he reached out and gently patted her head.
"Zhuzhu, sit still. I'll take off your hat and scarf, and your coat too. Good. Now, I'll go get some water to wash your face and feet, okay?"
"Uh-huh!"
Shen Yuzhu stared intently, her eyes filled with undisguised tenderness and affection, which moved Zhou Congsheng and left him feeling somewhat bewildered. It was as if she had lost something important.
He went behind the door of the main room to get a washbasin, poured in cold water and added hot water. After carefully testing the temperature, he thought about going inside to look for someone. He wandered around for a while, but there was no one there. Zhou Congsheng was terrified. He looked in the yard and the kitchen, but there was no one there either. He walked to the toilet and stopped.
"Zhuzhu, Zhuzhu, are you inside?"
Zhou Congsheng didn't hear a reply. He walked around the yard for a while, but there was nothing there anywhere else. He had just checked the rooms, but there was nothing there either. The only place he could go was the toilet, but he didn't dare to go in and look.
He hesitated for a long time between going out to find a female comrade to help him keep an eye on things and going in by himself. Suddenly, he heard a loud "bang" from his room.
He rushed over, pushed open the door, and gasped when he saw what was inside.
His Zhuzhu was wearing a red halter-neck dress, propped up on the kang (a heated brick bed) with her elbows and the back of her hand supporting her delicate face. She was lying diagonally with half of her calves exposed.
Under the moonlight, her body was faintly visible beneath her skirt. A breeze came in, making her shiver. When she looked up, her expression was a mixture of grievance and coquettishness, as if she wanted to speak but was also shy, seemingly with accusation and dissatisfaction.
Zhou Congsheng quickly closed the door and hurriedly pulled the blanket over her.
"Cough cough cough..." Before he could even open his mouth to speak, he choked on his saliva in his throat, and it took him a long time to catch his breath.
"Zhuzhu, when did you get into this room? You... didn't you wear any other clothes?"
At this temperature, wouldn't you freeze to death walking over here?
He reached out and touched her face; it was warm, as if she hadn't been cold.
After washing up in the space, Shen Yuzhu was still a little dazed. After taking a shower, she came out of the space but did not see Zhou Congsheng. It was very cold outside, so she walked from the space into his room.
She bumped into the cabinet on the kang (a heated brick bed) because she didn't light the kerosene lamp, and her forehead still hurts a little.
She even spent three yuan to have Xiaogua heat up the kang (heated brick bed), how thoughtful of her!
"These are my new pajamas, aren't they beautiful? Look, they're silk, don't you think they're lovely?"
It's so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful, I dare not look at it a second time.
Zhou Congsheng felt a bit hot in his nose. Last time, he had drunk deer blood, which caused his blood to rush to his head and his nose to bleed. Now, he felt that sensation again.
"Why are you looking down? You weren't like this when you used to secretly look at my photos. Zhou Congsheng, you were so pitiful back then... I wanted to hug you."
Zhou Congsheng looked up sharply at Shen Yuzhu.
How did she know that he secretly looked at her photos? What else did she know? Was it her mother who was too nosy and wrote to her to tell her?
What else did they tell her?
Zhou Congsheng was extremely nervous. He thought of the diary in the drawer, the photo album he had secretly made from her photos, and the chain around his neck with the photo of the two of them that he had secretly made.
When Shen Yuzhu thought about the time when she died in her previous life, he seemed fine on the surface, but he would always secretly look at her photos in the dead of night. Sometimes he would hold the photo frame and cry for a long time, and sometimes he would hold her photo and drown in the bathtub, wishing he could just go with her.
There was nothing she could do at that time; she couldn't help him at all.
The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. Fortunately, God gave her another chance. Fortunately, it wasn't too late.
They got engaged. She faced this love squarely. In her past life, she had watched this love unfold day after day, and her heart had been captivated by it. In this life, she was able to reciprocate this love, and she was extremely satisfied.
Shen Yuzhu suddenly pulled off the quilt, twisted her skirt and slowly approached Zhou Congsheng. She knelt on the kang (a heated brick bed), looked up and met Zhou Congsheng's eyes. Before he could react, she leaned over and kissed his lips.
Zhou Congsheng's eyes widened instantly. He placed his hands on her shoulders, trying to push her away a little, but the next moment her arms wrapped around him, and her kisses went from gentle to increasingly fierce, even making him a little overwhelmed.
The moment he let out a sob, Zhou Congsheng felt like a coward, almost unable to breathe from being kissed by his beloved. It was so damn awful.
"Don't be afraid, open your mouth."
Zhou Congsheng: "........."
"You, you, Zhuzhu, let go of me first. You're not awake right now. I'll pour you some honey water. Drink it and you can sleep well, okay?"
Zhou Congsheng was breathing rapidly, clenching his fists, wanting to get away from Shen Yuzhu as soon as possible. If things continued like this, he didn't know what he might do.
He gently pulled the straps on her shoulders with trembling hands, then reached out and pulled the blanket over Shen Yuzhu. But she waved her hand, pushed the blanket aside, and kicked it away with her foot.
"I've been thinking about it for a long time. I've seen you washing the sheets every day, and I don't know how hard you work in your dreams. Why are you trembling now, hmm?"
Zhou Congsheng: "......."
This is outrageous! What other outrageous things are you spouting? Is this something a girl should say? How... how come their roles seem reversed?
Shen Yuzhu frowned slightly, looking at him with some dissatisfaction. He was having frequent dreams, which meant he wasn't feeling well. Oh well, she couldn't force him; he was still young.
He's different from me, and considering my past life, I'm already quite old; I can't stoop to his level.
“Since you’re not feeling well, you should take good care of yourself. Zhou Congsheng, you’re still young, this is the perfect time to take care of your health. Otherwise, once you’re over thirty, you’ll find it hard to keep up.”
Zhou Congsheng: "......."
Although he was nervous, although he was reluctant, although... he couldn't let anyone doubt him. She had said that next year, after he got his advanced translation certificate, they would get married. He had already written his marriage application and was just waiting for her to give the order so he could submit it.
What if she suddenly changes her mind and is suspected of having health problems?
Thinking this, he suddenly pressed down on her body as she tried to pull away, grabbed her slender waist with his large hand, pressed her down towards him, and kissed her directly.
Shen Yuzhu was stunned for a moment, then put her arm around his shoulder. This guy is quite strong-willed.
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