Jiang Ci gasped, but before she could speak, her head was turned around and her mouth was forcibly shut.
Even without being told, Jiang Ci could feel the intense longing and affection in his urgent kisses.
She was uncomfortable in that position, so she patted Zhou Mingli's shoulder to make him let go.
Zhou Mingli bit her lower lip, but with a forceful pull of his arm, Jiang Ci turned over in his arms.
He held Jiang Ci's buttocks, cupped the back of her head, and sucked and bit her.
Stepping from the kitchen into the bedroom, Zhou Mingli closed the door behind him.
Jiang Ci also missed Zhou Mingli, and upon hearing the door close, she lost much of her pride.
What's wrong with a legally married couple kissing?
They might stir things up even more later, depending on the situation.
Jiang Ci finally caught her breath, cupped his cheeks, and asked with a smile, "Did you miss me that much?"
Zhou Mingli bit down on her cheek, grabbed her hand and pulled it down, letting her feel it for herself. "What do you think?"
"You old scoundrel, I'm talking about you, not your brother."
Zhou Mingli let go and looked down at her.
His eyes, which were a very pale color in the daytime, now seemed to be filled with an extremely heavy, surging emotion, which fell upon her with an intense, unyielding intensity.
"Miss you."
He whispered, "I think about it every day and every night."
"Jiang Ci, I miss you so much."
Every time we talked, his closing line was always "Jiang Ci, I miss you so much," which sounded incredibly unreal across mountains and seas in the electric current.
Now, as these words truly reached Jiang Ci's ears, Zhou Mingli finally solidified his longing into reality.
Jiang Ci felt as if she were melting into his eyes.
She couldn't resist, raised her hand to cover his eyes, and tilted her head back to kiss his lips.
Unable to swallow in time, gasping for breath, dense and numerous.
The Zhou family's door was closed, and the curtains were drawn, so it was impossible to see inside.
The older women in the same courtyard were puzzled when they heard that Jiang Ci had returned, but she didn't come out.
"Hey, didn't you say Xiao Jiang was back? Where is he?"
"I just saw Xiao Zhou, but now he's gone too. Could they have gone out?"
"How could that be? Didn't you see their door wasn't locked?"
Where did that person go?
"Hehe, maybe they're enjoying a honeymoon period after a short separation!"
The room wasn't soundproof enough.
The voices outside the window easily reached their ears.
Jiang Ci gasped and looked at the man causing the disturbance.
"Keep it down." She breathed heavily, not daring to speak loudly. "Once is enough, don't make a fuss for too long."
Zhou Mingli pressed his forehead against hers, stopping his movements.
Jiang Ci could clearly sense from Zhou Mingli's heaving chest that his emotions had not stopped with Zhou Mingli's movements; on the contrary, his pounding heartbeat intensified, like a wildfire.
He pecked Jiang Ci's lips, frowned, and said in a hoarse voice, "Once isn't enough."
Zhou Mingli gently nuzzled Jiang Ci's cheek with his nose, patted her back, and pulled up her half-undone collar.
Jiang Ci: "???"
She stared at Zhou Mingli in disbelief.
"If you can't enjoy yourself, it's better not to eat at all." Zhou Mingli gently patted Jiang Ci's buttocks, grabbed the hem of her skirt, and kissed her lips again. "Cover your mouth yourself."
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head.
Jiang Ci: "..."
She swallowed her sobs and covered her mouth with her hand.
It was still very hot at four o'clock in the late summer. I was sweating profusely, and my back was soaked with sweat.
"After we finish our work, the cargo ship that came will need to transport a batch of goods back from Europe. Our team doesn't need to go with it; we'll fly back directly."
Jiang Ci let Zhou Mingli help her wipe her body, leaning lazily against him, and said, "We were originally supposed to return in October, but we're almost a month ahead of schedule."
"You should have called me, and I would have come to pick you up."
Jiang Ci took off her underwear, and Zhou Mingli gave her some clean new clothes to wear. Then Jiang Ci said, "Someone from the ministry is here to pick me up. I brought back so much stuff that there's not enough room on the bicycle."
Zhou Mingli recalled the way she looked when she returned, standing by the intersection with lots of bags. He helped her fasten her bra, then cupped her cheeks and pecked Jiang Ci's lips.
I found another dress for Jiang Ci to change into.
Zhou Mingli then tidied himself up.
Jiang Ci squatted in front of the suitcases, opened one of them, took out a black velvet box, turned to call Zhou Mingli, but her gaze stopped on one spot, and she quickly got up and walked over.
"This is?"
Her hand rested on Zhou Mingli's right biceps, where the skin, which should have been smooth and clean, was now covered with uneven scars, creating a stark contrast with the surrounding skin.
Zhou Mingli glanced down and said, "It's a minor injury; it's completely healed."
Jiang Ci frowned. "Is this the wound you mentioned from your confrontation with Guo Zhen?"
Is this considered a minor injury?
The scar is as big as a woman's palm; can this be called a minor injury?
Zhou Mingli raised his hand, his rough fingertips brushing across her furrowed brow, and said, "It's just a minor injury. Zhe Yue's wound on her shoulder blade is much more serious than mine."
The boy was so eager for revenge that he lost all reason. If Zhou Mingli hadn't pulled him away, they would both have been burned along with Guo Zhen.
"Guo Zhen was the most severely injured, with serious burns all over his body."
Where are Yangyang and Miaomiao?
"I sent them to Mr. Cheng's house then, where there were more people watching over them."
Jiang Ci pursed her lips, her gaze falling on his wound, looking somewhat displeased.
She was not involved in the events that occurred in Beijing, and had no idea how dangerous they were.
Zhou Mingli didn't want to upset Jiang Ci by bringing up those things, so he focused his gaze on the box in her hand and asked in a low voice, "What are you holding in your hand?"
Jiang Ci shoved the box into his arms and said, "This is a gift for you."
She crossed her arms and watched Zhou Mingli pick up the box and play with it, saying, "Let me tell you, if anything happens to you, I won't be your widow."
Zhou Mingli quickly covered her mouth, saying, "Shut up now and let me enjoy the joy of receiving a gift from you personally for another hour."
Jiang Ci, "..."
A good-for-nothing man.
She watched as Zhou Mingli opened the box, revealing the watch inside.
Zhou Mingli raised his eyebrows and glanced at her. "We only exchanged a little over seventy pounds in change. How much did you spend on this watch?"
Jiang Ci pouted and said haughtily, "Sixty."
Zhou Mingli wanted to laugh but tried his best to suppress it, and put the watch on his wrist without blinking.
It's perfect; there's no need to even send it to a watch shop for adjustment.
He said in a pretentious tone, "Those pounds are enough for you to buy a lot of clothes and jewelry in country Y, so you can dress more formally for any important events in the future."
Jiang Ci raised her chin. "Do I need those vulgar things to embellish my appearance?"
Zhou Mingli grabbed his short-sleeved shirt and put it on, looking at it several times before saying, "The first watch I ever wore was also a gift from you."
"It's the same brand."
This story dates back to shortly after they got married.
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