Leng Linli tilted his head slightly and brought his face close to Yan Zhi's palm.
He took Yan Zhi's hand in his own, gently placed it on his lips, and kissed it.
Gentle, to the extreme.
Yan Zhi paused for a moment, trying to pull her hand back, but Leng Linli held it tightly.
After hesitating for a moment, Yan Zhi did not pull her hand away, letting Leng Linli hold it. Anyway, he was drunk and wouldn't remember tomorrow, so she let him be.
His hands were large, warm, and thick, a warmth that Yan Zhi found irresistible, and his gentleness that made her unable to resist indulging in his wicked ways.
Seeing that Yan Zhi did not refuse, the corners of his cold and sharp lips finally curved into a smile. He stood up, took a towel to dry Yan Zhi's feet, carried Yan Zhi to the bed, and then climbed onto the bed himself. He hugged Yan Zhi tightly from behind, with deep affection and reluctance.
Yan Zhi didn't move, letting Leng Linli hold her. This was the first time she and Leng Linli had quietly cuddled together to sleep, doing nothing.
Whether it was because she had soaked her feet or for some other reason, Yan Zhi relaxed and began to feel sleepy.
She closed her eyes, her breathing gradually becoming shallow.
Yan Zhi fell asleep.
Leng Linli then dared to kiss her cheek and mumbled an apology, "I'm sorry."
The next morning, when Leng Linli woke up, Yan Zhi was still fast asleep in his arms. Looking at Yan Zhi's sleeping face, Leng Linli's eyes were filled with complicated emotions.
Last night, Yan Zhi did not refuse him.
She must have feelings for him too.
Otherwise, why would she let him hold her like that while she slept without resisting?
Looking at the person in his arms, Leng Linli curled his lips into a smile. He wished that every day he woke up would be like this.
He gently brushed the stray hairs from Yan Zhi's forehead behind her ear with his fingers, his gaze tender and affectionate, which eventually turned into a look of doting affection.
That's fine too.
Let them start over!
Leng Linli leaned down and gently kissed Yan Zhi's forehead, a deep smile playing in his eyes. He gently released her, lifted the covers, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Yan Zhi slowly opened her eyes after the bathroom door closed.
She had actually been awake for a while.
The reason she chose to pretend to be asleep was twofold: firstly, she was afraid of the awkwardness of waking up while she was embracing Leng Linli; secondly... she was greedy for this moment of tenderness.
Yan Zhi glanced at the closed bathroom door, a bitter smile playing on her lips.
As dawn breaks, everything should return to its original state.
Yan Zhi threw off the covers, got out of bed, dressed, and went to the guest room to wash up.
They had only gone halfway when the sound of water in the bathroom suddenly stopped, and then the bathroom door was abruptly opened, and Leng Linli walked out completely naked.
Such a frank meeting so early in the morning left even Liang Yanzhi, who was usually quite composed, somewhat bewildered.
Leng Linli paused for a moment. He had forgotten that he had taken out the bath towel to wipe Yan Zhi's feet last night, and he had forgotten to take a new bath towel into the bathroom this morning. He wanted to quickly come out to get the razor, but he didn't expect Yan Zhi to wake up and stare at him with blank eyes.
Stunning looks, a dashing figure, and those abs—one, two, three, four, five, six…
Before Yan Zhi could finish counting, a clean white bath towel covered the scene below...
Is it eight pieces?
She had never counted them carefully before.
Yan Zhi couldn't help but wonder, how does Leng Linli maintain his good figure when he spends most of his time working?
Practiced secretly?
How long will it take to practice?
A cold, sharp, and meaningful voice came from behind him. In his dark pupils, there seemed to be a faint smile, giving people the illusion of deep affection: "Mrs. Leng looks unsatisfied. How about I tear it open again for Mrs. Leng to see?"
Yan Zhi snapped out of her daze, her expression showing no embarrassment at being exposed. Before she could react, she saw a smile playing on Leng Linli's lips as his slender fingers reached around his delicate waist, about to untie the bath towel.
She has a great waist, but unfortunately, it's been covered up.
At this moment, half-hidden and half-revealed, looking at it from a distance, it resembles desire, or perhaps Buddha.
It was only then that Yan Zhi could see clearly that two abdominal muscles, faintly visible at the waist of the bath towel, extended downwards.
...The cumbersome bath towel.
Leng Lin laughed coldly, stepped forward, grabbed Yan Zhi's hand, and without a word, pressed it against hers, caressing it and probing inside...
His voice was somewhat hoarse: "Did Mrs. Leng touch anything?"
Abdominal muscles.
And it feels amazing to the touch.
Yan Zhi remained calm, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Mr. Leng has this kind of hobby?"
The cold, sharp corners of his lips curved even wider, his voice low and ambiguous: "Mrs. Leng, you seemed to have no energy in your eyes just now, but in reality, your eyes almost raped me. How did it feel?"
Yan Zhi gave him a token pinch, then slowly withdrew her hand and said indifferently, "So-so."
Leng Linli smiled instead of getting angry, his voice gentle and slow, full of implications: "So-so? Then I must remind Mrs. Leng to prepare to beg for mercy next time."
Yan Zhi's lips curled into a mocking smile: "Next time? Mr. Leng, Assistant Bai really doesn't mind if you do this?"
Love is exclusive. When you truly like someone, you can't see anyone else. So, Yan Zhi could probably understand why Bai Lian always mocked her and hated her so much when they met.
Leng Linli's eyes shifted slightly, and his face darkened for a moment: "Bai Lian and I are not the kind of relationship you think we have."
Yan Zhi smiled, revealing her signature smile: "Isn't that right? Then who exactly told me in the first place?"
Leng Linli was speechless. He had really shot himself in the foot. He was the one who put in the effort, and he was the one who was in pain.
Recalling Leng Lin's unusual coldness last night, Yan Zhi tentatively began, "Last night..."
Last night, Yan Zhi brought up divorce again. Leng Linli assumed that Yan Zhi wanted to talk about divorce at this time, so he pretended to have amnesia and interrupted her calmly: "Last night, what happened?"
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