Chapter 40 How about a bet?
Cheng Yu was blow-drying his hair over there when Zhou Zhou clicked on the message.
Yan Yiqi has finished his work in Singapore and will transfer in Hong Kong, arriving in Beijing at 8:30 in the morning.
Zhou Zhou replied: [I'll come pick you up.]
Yan: [You haven't slept yet?]
Yan: [Don't bother you, I'll just take a taxi home.]
Zhou Zhou looked at the time and it was already half past two.
Yan Yiqi has always been considerate. He chose this time to send her a message because he didn't intend for her to answer the message. He just wanted to tell her that he was back.
Otherwise, he would have sent her a message before flying from Singapore to Hong Kong.
I just didn't expect that she hadn't slept yet.
Zoe: [Ready to go to bed.]
Zoe: [You don't have a domestic driver's license yet, and it's too troublesome to call a taxi at the airport. I'll pick you up tomorrow.]
Yan Yiqi didn't say anything.
After saying good night to each other, Zhou Zhou put down his phone and took the towel on the bed back to the bathroom.
"You should bring some clothes next time." When Zhou Zhou came out of the bathroom, Cheng Yu had already blow-dried his hair.
She loosened the ties of her bathrobe and stretched lazily in boredom. "Underwear in winter is too tight. It's always uncomfortable to sleep in a bathrobe."
Cheng Yu chuckled: "Just take it off."
His eyes roamed frivolously over her body, "Anyway, the straps of my bathrobe came undone in the middle of the night, and it's like I'm not wearing anything at all."
Zhou Zhou called him a pervert.
Cheng Yu smiled and did not comment.
Then he said, "I've reserved this suite. You can live across the street. When you have time, bring some clothes over and leave them here."
Zhou Zhou was a little surprised: "When did you book it?"
"After last time."
Zhou Zhou climbed onto the bed, snuggled into his chest, and asked half-seriously, "Why do you think we will maintain a long-term sexual partnership?"
"Feeling." Cheng Yu said concisely.
Feeling is a very subjective and illusory word, which is quite intriguing.
Zhou Zhou also often has "feelings".
Her "feeling" is not that she can predict how long her relationship with a man will last from the beginning, but that she can always "feel" boredom, "feel" that the other party wants to have a relationship, and thus "feel" that she should end the relationship.
When Cheng Yu expressed his feelings, she became curious about him for the first time: "Do you often have this 'feeling'?"
"No, I follow my heart."
"In line with one's heart" and "feeling" are both illusory words, and Cheng Yu's answer was still ambiguous.
Like his people, he acts according to his feelings.
Cheng Yu lowered his eyes to look at her, his gaze resting on her cheek, his slender fingers occasionally brushing across her eyebrows: "Are you starting to want to understand me?"
Zhou Zhou leaned on his chest and smiled: "Don't ask about each other's past. It will be good for both of us, right?"
Her laughter was soft, and her shoulders trembled, resonating with the heaving of his chest.
"Zhou Zhou, how about we make a bet?" Cheng Yu suddenly said.
"bet?"
"Um."
Zhou Zhou became interested. He lifted his head from his chest, stood up, and asked him, "What's the bet?"
“It feels like losing control.”
What does it feel like to be out of control?
Zhou Zhou didn't understand what he meant, so he tilted his head and asked silently.
"Truth be told, each person asks the other a question." Cheng Yu's narrow eyes were deep, with a faint glimmer flowing through them. "Let's bet on the answer, and whether the other person can break this answer."
As he said this, he raised his hand and brushed away the hair that was hanging on her cheek, revealing her beautiful eyebrows and eyes.
Zhou Zhou is beautiful. Even without makeup, without the upward eyeliner to outline her eyes, the ends of her eyes are still upturned, which makes her alluring without knowing it.
Zhou Zhou said: "The stakes are quite high."
No matter who loses control first, trouble will follow.
"Let's try it." Cheng Yu said, "It's interesting precisely because the stakes are high."
Zhou Zhou looked at him quietly for a while, and when he saw that he didn't seem to be joking, he really took it seriously.
What does it feel like to be out of control?
Zhou Zhou had never experienced it, but he had seen many people lose control.
The only person around her who liked her but remained rational and did not lose control from beginning to end was probably Yan Yiqi.
Yan Yiqi is a smart man, and so is Cheng Yu.
Zhou Zhou had a love affair once.
First love is always passionate, and a simple girl can be crazy about love after being coaxed for a few months. She thought it was love, but it turned out that he just wanted to sleep with her.
When you get tired of sleeping with someone, you break up.
Later, a warm and straightforward foreigner made an invitation, and she gladly accepted it.
She wasn't willing to fall for a man, because she had never been heartbroken for him. As soon as he left, the love Zhou Zhou thought she had for him faded away, and she could hardly even remember what he looked like.
Zhou Zhou thought she was just pretending to be involved.
People like her are mirages, thorns on the road of love for others, and roses with thorns. She looks affectionate, but in fact, she can never touch love.
She never went astray or lost control, and she was always able to pull herself away without any regrets.
Just as she knew that Cheng Yu stayed tonight because she was unhappy, she didn't feel any excitement in her heart.
Smart people never gamble, but Cheng Yu wants to gamble with her.
"Okay." Zhou Zhou agreed happily.
She was very curious about what Cheng Yu wanted to bet on from her.
Cheng Yu said, "You ask first."
Zhou Zhou actually hadn’t thought it through.
This bet was proposed by Cheng Yu, and she was not curious about his affairs. She had no idea how to get a true answer from him.
Cheng Yu saw her embarrassment and said, "Then I'll ask first."
Zhou Zhou nodded: "Okay."
"What's your longest relationship?"
"More than four months."
"I bet on half a year." Cheng Yu said, "Zhou Zhou, I bet we can last at least half a year."
When Zhou Zhou heard the question he asked, he thought he was just going to break the bet, but he didn't expect him to increase the bet.
"It's difficult," she said honestly. "Usually it's two or three months. The last time it was more than four months was when he was busy doing experiments in the lab, so we didn't see each other for over a month."
Cheng Yu didn't care and smiled a little frivolously: "It's interesting because it's difficult."
"What about you? Have you made up your mind?" he asked her again.
Zhou Zhou looked at his face.
Cheng Yu felt her gaze and leaned closer to her. His eyelids drooped, and he smiled softly. He lay half-lying in a somewhat casual position, his hand still pinching her fingers and playing with them.
He has such an aggressive face, but he loves to laugh, and when he laughs he looks lazy.
Her eyes dropped and rested on his lips.
She leaned over and covered his lips gently, fitting them seamlessly.
The tip of her tongue gently brushed across his upper lip, then turned to suck his lower lip, murmuring like a whisper: "You really haven't done this to anyone else?"
Cheng Yu half-lay down without moving, letting her do whatever she wanted on his lips: "No."
"Then let's bet on this." Zhou Zhou bit him, "Cheng Yu, I bet you will do it for me willingly."
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