Chapter 51 More Than a Fever
Zhou Jibai walked out with a bath towel wrapped around his lower body. The outline of his muscles was clearly visible, and one could vaguely see the water droplets that had not been wiped clean flowing down the lines of his abdominal muscles.
Shi Huai stared blankly and swallowed silently.
Zhou Jibai stopped in front of Shi Huai and chuckled, "You stinky rascal."
Shi Huai's face flushed instantly after Zhou Jibai's casual teasing. She immediately covered her face with her hands: "You are the stinky hooligan! The stinky hooligan who walked out without clothes!"
"I'm not wearing clothes?" Zhou Jibai narrowed his eyes and laughed happily.
Then he casually reached out and grasped the wrists of Shi Huai's hands that were covering his face, easily took them off, and then climbed onto the bath towel wrapped around his narrow waist.
"This is what it's like to be without clothes."
Zhou Jibai's voice was a little lower. He took Shi Huai's hand and slowly pulled his bath towel down.
Shi Huai stared at his and Zhou Jibai's hands touching each other, and was stunned, allowing Zhou Jibai to do whatever he wanted.
The bath towel slowly slipped off the waist, revealing the mermaid line vaguely.
Just when Shi Huai's pupils suddenly shrank and his mind went blank, Zhou Jibai sneered and released Shi Huai's hand in time. He then tightened his grip on the bath towel that was about to slip off his waist, turned his back slightly, and glanced at Shi Huai with a look of vigilance.
"You still say you're not a filthy scoundrel? You're about to strip me naked."
Shi Huai:!!!
Her fists were stiff with anger!
"You're a hooligan! I won't believe in poetry unless I strip you naked today!" Shi Huai simply accepted the bad reputation of being a hooligan, jumped directly off the bed, and stretched out his hands to Zhou Jibai's bath towel.
Zhou Jibai was shocked. He didn't expect Shi Huai to be so desperate and act like a hooligan towards him.
“Hey!”
He desperately defended the bath towel around his waist to prevent Shi Huai from achieving his goal.
Shi Huai noticed a blush on Zhou Jibai's ears and chuckled a few times: "I just like your playing hard to get attitude. Don't hide. I've seen all kinds of you. What's wrong with taking off your bath towel?"
Zhou Jibai's face flushed with anger at Shi Huai's words, and a smile was already overflowing from his eyes.
He put on an attitude of having accepted his fate, gave up struggling and resisting, and opened his arms to Shi Huai: "Be gentle, I'm afraid of pain."
Shi Huai: ...
In an instant, Shi Huai lost all interest.
He just let go of her hand and went back to bed.
The rare harmonious and happy atmosphere between the couple did not dissipate because of this. Seeing Shi Huai getting on the bed, Zhou Jibai followed suit.
He took Shi Huai into his arms and got straight to the point: "Have you thought of an excuse?"
Shi Huai puffed up his cheeks: "What do you mean by excuse?! I'm serious!"
"Do we need a token of love from grandma and grandpa?" Zhou Jibai couldn't help but feel overwhelmed when he mentioned this.
Stealing grandma's engagement gift and giving it to Shi Huai is harder than climbing to the moon.
Shi Huai nodded solemnly: "Yes."
After that, she took out her phone and opened the photo album to show Zhou Jibai. These were the photos she took in the basement today.
It is a painting of birds on intertwined branches in spring mountains.
Zhou Jibai was slightly stunned: "You went to the basement today?"
"Um."
Zhou Jibai: "Very brave."
Shi Huai didn't respond to his words, but instead told Zhou Jibai confidently: "I am confident that I can repair this picture."
Zhou Jibai was stunned for a moment, and then his expression turned visibly cold.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to believe Shi Huai.
He also knew that Shi Huai had participated in cultural relics restoration activities when he was in college and had a certain foundation.
"The Zhou family hired every restorer in China to restore this painting years ago, but no one dared to take it on." Zhou Jibai sighed softly, "I know you want to make grandma happy, but this is too risky."
The only one who can restore the original is the Buque Sect, which was passed down in Guangnan.
He and his eldest brother had made three trips to Guangnan to seek the help of the Buque Sect to restore the painting, but they were repeatedly rejected. The Buque Sect, with its centuries-old heritage, could bring ancient paintings back to life, but their selection process was not only rigorous and strict, but also tested the talent of their successors, with only one talent appearing every fifty years.
Because the conditions for selecting an heir are too picky and talent is limited, the inheritance has only been passed down for 23 generations. However, the 23rd generation inheritor is already an old man in his 70s with white hair, dim eyes and dim eyes.
Seeing the painting "Spring Mountain with Birds on Branches" they brought, he sighed and shook his head, saying it was a pity. If they had come ten years earlier, he might have given it a try, but he is old now, his hands cannot hold it steadily, and his eyes cannot see clearly. He does not want to destroy this authentic work that is full of deep affection.
After listening quietly to Zhou Jibai's concerns, Shi Huai pursed his lips, his eyelashes drooping slightly, casting a shadow like a small fan under his eyes that flickered a few times. His tone could not hide his deep sense of loss, "Don't you believe me?"
Zhou Jibai couldn't bear to hear her speak so softly, but if grandma didn't have this painting, she might have been put on oxygen tube tomorrow.
He remained calm and said nothing.
Shi Huai took a deep breath and slowly raised his watery eyes: "Zhou Jibai, can you trust me unconditionally just once? Just once."
Her soft, fragrant, white hand took Zhou Jibai's wrist and shook his arm a few times in a coquettish and imploring manner. It seemed that if he didn't agree, she would continue to act coquettishly until she could get his consent.
Zhou Jibai's Adam's apple twitched, and he turned his face away from her, saying in a calm tone, "Don't act like a spoiled child."
"Zhou Jibai, husband, the father of our child~ please."
The sweet voice of "Dad" made Zhou Jibai's blood boil. He could even clearly feel the hot blood flowing and beating from the blood vessels in his temples.
Zhou Jibai let out a long breath, and quietly covered Shi Huai's eyes with his big hands to prevent her from staring at him.
He needs to slow down.
The skin on his cheeks was burning hot, almost setting him on fire. He didn't dare let Shi Huai see his shy face, and said in a hoarse voice: "If we are discovered, remember to bring your death-proof gold medal to save me."
The golden medal of immunity from death refers to the baby in Shi Huai's belly.
Hearing that Zhou Jibai agreed, Shi Huai was so excited that he almost jumped up.
But Zhou Jibai held himself back. No emotion could be heard in his voice, but one could vaguely sense that Zhou Jibai was breathing heavily, as if he was suppressing and restraining something.
"Be good."
"What? I just want to hug you, why are you not being good?" Shi Huai wanted to take away the hands that were covering his eyes.
Every word Shi Huai said was like a sweet fruit covered with a thick layer of frosting, rolling back and forth on the silk strings of Zhou Jibai's desire, dancing and teasing, but she was the only one who was completely unaware.
Zhou Jibai did not let go as she wished. Instead, he picked up Shi Huai, let her sit in his arms, and pressed his chest against her back from behind.
Even through the layer of pajamas, Shi Huai could still clearly feel the scorching skin on her chest. She sighed, "Do you have a fever? Why is your body so hot?"
Zhou Jibai answered her calmly: "It's more than just a fever. You've seduced me and I've become... "
Zhou Jibai whispered this sensitive and suggestive word into Shi Huai's ear.
Hearing the low tone of the single word, Shi Huai felt as if he were on fire. He sat quietly in Zhou Jibai's arms, not daring to make any rash moves.
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