Zhou Mingli's gaze remained focused and calm, as always.
Yet, when gazing at Jiang porcelain, a passionate intensity lies hidden beneath its calm surface.
Jiang Ci felt a little uncomfortable after being burned by the heat. "Why are you looking at me?"
“You promised me this morning.” Seeing that she was about to back away, Zhou Mingli grabbed her shoulder to prevent her from doing so.
With his other hand, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him.
Jiang Ci rested her forearm against his chest and said, "What I told you was clearly wishful thinking."
Zhou Mingli lowered his eyes and looked at her, saying quietly, "I didn't cheer anyone on when I went for the interview, and I didn't get a reward for passing it."
Jiang Ci: ...
A blank expression while feigning distress makes it hard to feel sorry for someone, right?
Jiang Ci sighed, patted the hand that was gripping her shoulder, put her arm around his shoulder, and said, "Who told you to be mine?"
Zhou Mingli was slightly taken aback. Before he could react, his hand moved up his waist and his thin lips were pressed against her soft lips, which were gently bitten by her teeth.
Jiang Ci's words were still echoing in his mind.
Is that what you mean?
Is that what he meant?
Or perhaps it's limited to their status as husband and wife, placing him within her domain.
A slight, dense ache in his lips brought Zhou Mingli back to his senses.
Jiang Ci had finished kissing and was about to pull away when Zhou Mingli suddenly grabbed the back of her head, and their teeth bumped against each other through their lips.
Jiang Ci groaned in pain, but before she could blame him, Zhou Mingli, like a naive young man experiencing his first love, lost all his skills and took a step forward, kissing her haphazardly.
The kiss deepened, and even soft smacking sounds echoed in Jiang Ci's ears. Zhou Mingli lifted her up and pressed her against the wall, her legs limply lying across his waist.
Jiang Ci was almost suffocating from his kisses and managed to push him away with all her might.
Jiang Ci's eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes. Zhou Mingli's forehead was pressed against hers, his handsome face flushed, and his closed eyes were tinged with red. His warm breath carried the same toothpaste fragrance as hers, brushing against her lips. The traces of her gentle rubbing still lingered on her lower lip.
Zhou Mingli looks very friendly right now.
She stared straight at Zhou Mingli, the thought flashing through her mind.
Jiang Ci never mistreats herself; she grabbed his ear, lowered her head, and kissed him again.
Twice in a row.
Jiang Ci kissed him twice in a row.
Zhou Mingli lost his mind and went mad.
He was originally content with just a kiss from Jiang Ci, but once things got involved with Jiang Ci, the situation began to spiral out of his control.
Realizing what Zhou Mingli was about to do, Jiang Ci let out a sob and stopped him, "That's going too far...!"
Zhou Mingli supported her buttocks and walked towards the bedroom, grabbing her hand with the watch on it and checking the time.
Her hoarse voice was cleared and smoothed, like sand in the sea, "It's only eleven o'clock."
"Yangyang and Miaomiao don't get out of school until 5 p.m.
"Don't you have to go to work?!"
Zhou Mingli placed her on the bed, raised his arm, and drew the bedroom curtains. The curtains blocked her shadow, but not the light.
He held Jiang Ci's hand and chuckled softly upon hearing this, "We'll go tomorrow."
He led her inside his clothes and let her hands touch his skin.
Her smooth skin enveloped muscles poised to unleash their power, and she couldn't resist touching each and every one of them.
Without Zhou Mingli's guidance, Jiang Ci automatically found her favorite.
Zhou Mingli looked at her, his gaze lingering on her earlobe and neck, as if he wanted to kiss her, and asked, "Have you been thinking about it?"
Jiang Ci: "..."
Zhou Mingli used his charm to the fullest extent.
She didn't refuse, and Zhou Mingli smiled again, kissing the delicate skin behind her ear.
He reached into the bedside table drawer.
Jiang Ci heard the noise and glanced at it out of the corner of her eye.
"...Where did you get this?"
"The hospital," Zhou Mingli replied methodically amidst his busy schedule, "Married couples can receive two [items] per year."
Although doctors advise against sexual intercourse for three months, a key reason for this is that there may still be sperm remaining within three months, meaning there is still a chance of pregnancy if intercourse occurs.
Zhou Mingli had visited Huang Zheyue at the hospital earlier and had asked about it there.
After Zhou Mingli registered, he was given two condoms.
After he returned, he put the things in a drawer and didn't touch them, intending to use them to deal with any unexpected situations in the next three months.
This isn't...
It came in handy.
Jiang Ci glared, wanting to ask something, but then let out a sob and was cut off from her words.
He held Jiang Ci's hand tightly, their fingers intertwined, not allowing her to pull away.
A person who is usually calm and restrained is not so indifferent in bed.
It was an hour later when Zhou Mingli went to make lunch.
He boiled water, carried Jiang Ci to take a bath, and then cooked.
He prepared a very lavish meal for Jiang Ci and even thoughtfully massaged her back while she ate.
He almost went too far again, but Jiang Ci glared at him and he obediently sat back down.
After finishing his meal, Zhou Mingli remembered the information Cheng Wenyun had given him and went to retrieve it.
Even after eating, Jiang Ci felt lethargic and didn't want to move at all. She glanced at it, picked it up, and opened it. "What's this?"
"I met Cheng Huasheng's nephew, Cheng Wenyun, today. This is the investigation he conducted on the Huang family."
Jiang Ci nodded. "You haven't seen it yet?"
"No."
He spent all his time with Jiang Ci as soon as he got back, and didn't have time to look at these documents at all.
"Let's watch it together then."
Zhou Mingli sat down next to Jiang Ci and watched with her.
These documents were the ones Cheng Wenyun had seen before, including Huang Zhiyuan's divorce from his wife, his wife's quick remarriage and childbirth, and how, after Huang Zhiyuan disappeared, his brother came to take over Huang Zhiyuan's house, ousted Huang Zheyue, and made him a thief.
After reading it, Jiang Ci said, "Huang Zheyue's current state is inextricably linked to Huang Zhiyuan's death."
Zhou Mingli said, "If we help Huang Zheyue get the house back from Huang Gong and return it to him, it can be considered as helping Huang Zhiyuan's son."
Jiang Ci nodded, then looked at Zhou Mingli as if she had thought of something, "I remember you didn't have parents, and your grandparents raised you, right?"
Zhou Mingli was slightly taken aback.
When he was with Jiang Ci, he didn't often talk about his family. Jiang Ci only knew that his parents had died early, and that his grandparents had raised him, but they also passed away not long after.
Zhou Mingli snapped out of his reverie and hummed in agreement. "My parents passed away a long time ago, around the time I was five or six years old. It's been so long, I can't remember exactly."
When he mentioned his parents, his voice was quite flat, without much emotional fluctuation.
“My grandparents only have my dad as their son and me as their grandson. They run a breakfast stall, but they don’t have a business license for mobile stalls, so they often have to dodge the urban management officers. Once, the urban management officers came in a hurry, and they still had customers buying breakfast, so they left a little late. When they were rushing to escape, their vehicle overturned, and neither of them survived.”
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