Song Leilei tore open a potato chip, and Xu Jingzhi took a trash can and went over to collect the trash for her.
Xu Jingzhi squatted down: "Grandma, I beg you, go back to your own room and make garbage."
Xu Jingzhi's body blocked the TV screen, so Song Leilei turned her head to the right and said, "Hey, it's all the same, don't be so particular. I'll clean it up later, so don't block the TV, sit down and watch it with me."
Xu Jingzhi: "......"
“Since you like it here so much, let’s change rooms.” Xu Jingzhi stood to the side and held out his hand: “Give me the room key.”
Song Leilei slapped his palm, "You'd better watch it with me, or I'll tell Uncle. I'll say you're bullying me outside."
Three years ago, Song Leilei filed a lawsuit against Xu Jingzhi, and Xu Jingzhi's bank card has been frozen ever since.
Xu Jingzhi repeatedly asked his father to unfreeze his bank card, but was ruthlessly refused each time.
Now, despite being born a young master, he's living like a wage earner.
"Grandma, I'll watch with you," Xu Jingzhi said helplessly as she sat down next to Song Leilei, tilting her head slightly. "Next time you talk to my dad, say a few good words about me."
Song Leilei turned her head and shushed him, "Don't talk, watch TV."
Xu Jingzhi: "......"
He slapped his thigh in anger, his gaze falling on the male lead's face in the TV series. He sneered, "Your male god is very average-looking, not even one ten-thousandth as good-looking as me. What do you like about him? You like that he's just ordinary and his acting is mediocre?"
Song Leilei hates it when people say bad things about her idol. She pressed the pause button and glared at him: "He's perfect in every way. You're not even worthy of being compared to my idol."
Xu Jingzhi's eyes were flippant. "A weak man like that can't even withstand one punch from me."
“He’s an actor, he doesn’t need to take punches.” Song Leilei was very unhappy with Xu Jingzhi. “Do you think everyone is like you, ignorant and incompetent, all you know is boxing?”
Xu Jingzhi: "...It's all to protect you."
Song Leilei: "You're talking nonsense."
Song Leilei made a face at Xu Jingzhi and stuck out her tongue.
......
In Su Jin's room.
Su Jin came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her chest.
Upon noticing Zheng Lin still sitting on the bed, she immediately pulled the bath towel up a little higher. "Aren't you going back to sleep?"
She tucked her wet, long hair behind her ear.
Zheng Lin brought out a hairdryer and touched Su Jin's long hair.
Startled, Su Jin clutched her towel tightly and turned to look at her. "What are you doing?"
"I'll blow-dry your hair. I'm worried about leaving you alone. I'll go to sleep later." Zheng Lin plugged in the hairdryer, turned it on, and picked up strands of her hair, patiently blowing on it.
The wind was hot, making my exposed neck and back feel scorching.
Su Jin sat obediently on the edge of the bed, pretending to be calm.
She used her finger to reach the script on the pillow and turned the pages one by one.
Zheng Lin's rough fingertips lightly brushed across the back of her neck, and Su Jin shrank her neck slightly.
Su Jin said in a soft, delicate voice, "It itches."
After a long while, her hair was finally dried, and Su Jin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She closed the script and said, "Goodnight."
After hanging up the hairdryer, Zheng Lin raised an eyebrow and said, "Okay, goodnight."
Su Jin thought he was finally leaving, so she burrowed into the covers and lay down halfway. Seeing Zheng Lin approaching, she asked, "Aren't you leaving yet?"
Zheng Lin's gaze was fixed on Su Jin's pink lips. He gently traced her lips with his finger, as if admiring a work of art.
His eyes were deep and tinged with desire.
Provoked like this, Su Jin covered the bath towel with her right hand.
She stared at him nervously, her mouth slightly open, as if she wanted to say something.
But before she could ask him why he didn't go back to sleep, his breath was already close.
As Su Jin was still thinking about how to respond, her lips softened, and the man's fiery breath filled her mouth.
The hand holding the bath towel was pulled away.
The bath towel slipped down, revealing smooth skin.
Zheng Lin leaned down and kissed Su Jin behind her ear, then moved down her neck and down to her collarbone, kissing her carefully all over.
Su Jin tried to struggle, but Zheng Lin held her shoulders and coaxed her, "Don't move."
As he spoke, he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
Su Jin didn't dislike Zheng Lin's closeness, but the way they were acting now was too intimate.
She felt unwell for a moment; her face turned red, her heart was racing, and her blood seemed to be rushing to her head.
Just as she was thinking this, a tingling sensation came from her collarbone.
Zheng Lin's tongue traced the woman's collarbone, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as he gently nibbled and sucked at that spot.
Because it was so light, Su Jin felt a tingling sensation all over her body, and even her fingertips trembled shyly.
The voice that came from Su Jin's mouth was even softer than usual, and it was intermittent: "Zheng Lin... this is not good...".
Hearing that coquettish tone, Zheng Lin's breathing became heavy. He reached his hand under the covers, pulled out the bath towel, and threw it on the floor.
Su Jin: "..."
Zheng Lin looked down at Su Jin's shy expression.
Su Jin felt as if she had breached the city walls in an instant, but then alarm bells went off in her head, and she shouted, "Wait, stop!"
Zheng Lin reached out and turned off the light, plunging the entire room into darkness.
His deep, magnetic voice rang in Su Jin's ears, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Xiao Jin, hang in there a little longer."
Su Jin felt burning hot all over. Even in the darkness, she couldn't control her nervousness, and her heart was pounding wildly.
"This isn't something that can be solved simply by persisting..."
Her palms were sweaty, and she didn't know where she got the strength, but she kicked Zheng Lin in the chest.
Zheng Lin grabbed her ankle. "You want to murder your husband?"
"I am...I am..."
She was so surprised she couldn't speak; he was kissing her ankle.
Only Zheng Lin could smell the faint milky scent emanating from Su Jin.
Every part of her was the best thing in his eyes, and he wanted to possess it all.
Ten years have passed; these emotions have been building up for ten years.
He had thought about doing this when they broke up, but at that time he was worried that it would ruin her life.
But now, Xiaojin is his wife.
Zheng Lin took his wife's hand and pulled it up to his shirt, burying his face in her soft neck. "Help me take this off."
Through his clothes, Su Jin touched his burning chest, and in her haste, she accidentally ripped off one of his buttons.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her forcefully, tearing off all the buttons of his shirt and throwing it haphazardly.
Su Jin felt that if this continued, her heart would not be able to take it.
So she turned on the bedside lamp.
But as soon as the light came on, she felt even more remorseful. She had seen something she shouldn't have, and her hand moved faster than her brain; she immediately turned the light off again.
Once again, darkness descended.
Su Jin dared not move, and Zheng Lin's sweat rubbed onto her body, causing their body temperatures to rise rapidly.
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