Jiang Yue really couldn't understand why Jiang Zhi, who clearly disliked her, would keep harassing her.
He blocked four or five numbers in one go before things finally calmed down.
She habitually nestled in the recliner on the bedroom balcony, basking in the warm sun, and quickly forgot about unimportant people.
In autumn and winter, the air isn't so glaring; it's warm and cozy, very comfortable.
She yawned; she really was a little sleepy.
The woman nestled in the chair, a soft, comfortable blanket draped over her body. She slowly closed her eyes and gradually drifted off to sleep.
Her long, thick eyelashes shone with delicate, soft curves under the bright, romantic sunlight, her nose tip was adorned with a clear, beautiful glow, and her snow-white skin seemed to grow even whiter with the sun.
The sleeping woman looked warm and cozy, and her whole body seemed to exude a soft and comfortable fragrance.
*
Zhou Zhengchu finished his homework quickly.
He went downstairs to the living room but didn't see anyone.
My mother is not here, and neither is my father.
The boy thought for a moment, then turned around and ran upstairs on his short legs. He ran very fast, his face flushed. He hesitated for a moment at the door of the master bedroom, then turned around and went to his father's study.
"dad."
Zhou Ji lifted his eyelids slightly upon hearing the sound and glanced in his direction. He closed his laptop and asked in a nonchalant tone, "What's wrong?"
The child slowly walked up to his father, and Zhou Ji bent down and picked him up from the ground with one arm.
The adorable little boy nestled obediently in his father's arms. After a moment's thought, he couldn't help but ask, "Where's Mommy?"
He seemed a little uneasy, but he was very composed for his young age. Even though he was anxious inside, he didn't show it very clearly. He swallowed hard and asked in a soft voice, "Did Mommy leave again?"
Zhou Ji rubbed his head: "Your mother is tired and is resting in the bedroom."
The child in her arms seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, at least not as tense and uneasy as before. He asked softly, "I want to see my mother."
Zhou Ji neither said yes nor no.
His dark eyelashes drooped, and in the dim light, the man's features were hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see his expression. He looked at his son and suddenly said, "You're not afraid of her at all now."
Zhou Ji then asked, "Do you think she's treating you well now?"
The five-year-old boy was mature and smart in the eyes of others, but he always became obedient and sweet in front of his parents. He thought for a moment and nodded seriously: "Mom is very good to me now."
He added shyly in a low voice, "I like her."
Zhou Ji chuckled. "How have I been good to you?"
The little boy thought about it carefully for a while, then shook his head, somewhat discouraged: "I'm sorry, Dad, I can't explain it clearly."
But you can tell.
His mother was very good to him.
Children are sensitive and perceptive, especially in a family like the Zhou family. Through long-term exposure to such things, he has already developed a vague awareness of things that other children his age do not understand.
"Dad, I don't want anyone else to be my mom."
Zhou Ji paused for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. After a while, he gently patted the child's back, "It won't happen again."
Zhou Ji glanced at the time; it was almost time for dinner.
He carried the child downstairs, and then went to the master bedroom himself.
The man pushed open the door, and a light breeze greeted him, causing the off-white gauze curtains to sway gently in the wind.
The man looked out the French windows. She was like a small animal that had built its nest, and when it needed to hibernate, it would curl up in the warmest spot.
Her pretty face was flushed red.
Her long, satin-like hair slowly spread out.
Her clothes were a little loose, inadvertently revealing her delicate, snow-white shoulders and her beautiful collarbones, which were faintly visible.
Zhou Ji walked quietly to her side. He looked at her face and his heart stirred slightly. He raised his hand and gently tucked her hair behind her ear. His fingertips inadvertently touched the woman's soft white earlobe.
She seemed to still be fast asleep, her soft breath gently falling on his skin.
Zhou Ji swallowed hard, his eyes darkening, and his usually calm heart seemed to pound louder than ever before.
It looked like it was about to jump out at any moment.
The man's throat tightened. He gently pinched her chin with his fingertips, lowered his head, and placed a light kiss on her luscious lips.
Her taste is almost addictive.
Zhou Ji, taking advantage of the situation, pried open her lips, his possessiveness taking over, and he couldn't help but want to imbue her inside and out with his own scent.
He refrained from going any further by holding back.
The kiss was neither too brief nor too intense.
The woman's eyelashes fluttered in her sleep. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, her vision blurry and somewhat dazed, as if she still thought she was dreaming.
Zhou Ji met her eyes, showing no remorse for being caught stealing a kiss.
He touched her lips again, his voice unusually hoarse, and said softly, "Let's go downstairs for dinner."
Jiang Yue blinked dazedly, her mind still a bit muddled.
She sat up blankly, her black hair falling onto her knees as smooth as silk. Her face was small and delicate. After a while, she suddenly looked up at him: "Were you stealing a kiss just now?"
Zhou Ji thought for a moment, and realized it wasn't that he dared to do it but didn't dare to take responsibility.
I'm just worried that she'll throw a tantrum again and ruin her meal.
So the man, without a care in the world, met her eyes and lied without batting an eye: "It seems not."
He then calmly and composedly replied, "You must be dreaming."
Jiang Yue was also a little confused about reality. She slowly sat up and asked, "Why did I dream that you kissed me?"
Zhou Ji stared at her blank little face, her eyes filled with genuine confusion, as if she had really encountered a very perplexing problem.
The man approached her, and after deep thought, became more shameless than ever before: "Perhaps it's because I've been thinking about it all day that I'm dreaming about it at night."
Immediately afterwards, Zhou Ji looked at her magnanimously and said, "I'm right here, come on over."
Jiang Yue: "?"
Zhou Ji: "I will let Mrs. Zhou do whatever she wants."
Jiang Yue was actually fooled by him and felt a little embarrassed. How could she be so lustful? She clearly wasn't!
The little girl coughed twice and abruptly changed the subject: "Is it time to eat? I'm actually hungry."
*
Dinner consisted of very light dishes.
We finished dinner at exactly seven o'clock.
Jiang Yue caught a glimpse of the electronic calendar on the table out of the corner of her eye and realized that today was Saturday.
Her variety show is airing tonight.
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