Chapter 100 "I like you touching me, I like it anywhere."
The moon hung high in the sky, as if veiled by a thin gauze, yet it could not block the clear, cool moonlight from pouring down.
In front of the crystal-clear, bright French windows, Zhu Fan's soft back pressed against Fang Qizhou's muscular, damp chest.
After making love, she was lazy to the core.
Fang Qizhou has too many tricks up his sleeve and is too much of a troublemaker.
Inside the bedroom, only the motion-sensor light strip under the bed was on.
Fang Qizhou hooked his fingers around Zhu Fan's slender, drooping fingers and slowly covered them, their fingers intertwined. "Are you still tired?"
The girl's fair and delicate skin still had a pinkish hue under the moonlight.
Zhu Fan nestled in Fang Qizhou's arms, unwilling to move.
She lifted her eyelids, her voice soft and weak, "Tired, so tired."
The tone is extremely low and hoarse.
As she glanced to the side, she met Fang Qizhou's dark eyes, which were filled with a lingering, intense pleasure, and her heart sank.
Fang Qizhou picked up the water glass and fed her water by pressing the rim against her lips, "to soothe her throat."
Zhu Fan took his hand and drank half a cup of warm water.
She glared at Fang Qizhou.
Her voice is so hoarse, it's all his fault.
Fang Qizhou's dark eyes softened as he kissed her cheek.
A drop of water fell from the man's damp hair, sliding down his jawline, quickly flowing over his collarbone, and soaking the girl's shoulders and back.
Fang Qizhou lowered his head and used his fingertips to wipe away the drop of moisture from the girl's back.
Zhu Fan trembled slightly in his arms.
Fang Qizhou's lips brushed against her ear, "So sensitive?"
Zhu Fan sternly warned him, "You're not allowed to bother me anymore."
Fang Qizhou rested his chin on her shoulder, a lazy smile playing on his lips: "I kept my word, I'll let you rest."
Zhu Fan finally relaxed again. She shifted into a more comfortable position in his arms and lazily pointed to the moon out the window. "Fang Qizhou, look, the moon is so round tonight, like a big pancake."
Fang Qizhou followed her finger and glanced at the moon. "Hungry?"
Zhu Fan touched his belly.
Because of the physical exertion, her slightly bulging stomach, which she had eaten a full meal in the evening, now felt very empty.
She nodded to Fang Qizhou.
Inside the room, wisps of lingering desire remained.
Fang Qizhou tilted his head and kissed her slightly damp eyelashes. "I'll go cook you some wontons."
Zhu Fan was pulled up from the ground by Fang Qizhou. Seeing the mess on the bed and the clothes scattered on the carpet, she wanted to bend down to pick up the clothes scattered on the ground.
Fang Qizhou put his arm around her waist, preventing her from picking it up, saying, "I'll collect it in a bit."
Zhu Fan ignored the mess in the room and let Fang Qizhou lead her out.
She raised her hand to remove the cap covering her wet hair, letting her long, soft hair fall softly over her shoulders: "I'm not wearing the dress you ordered for me to perform tomorrow."
Fang Qizhou took the hair drying cap from her, put his arm around her, and hummed in agreement.
Zhu Fan was walking along peacefully when he was suddenly pulled into his arms, bumping into his bare, sexy chest, and his dark pupils trembled slightly.
She forced herself to calm down and gently nudged Fang Qizhou, "Go put on your clothes and pants before leaving the room."
In this freezing weather, he's still shirtless.
Fang Qizhou curled his lips into a smile, his deep, husky voice escaping from them: "Afraid you won't be able to control yourself?"
Zhu Fan gritted his teeth, kept his eyes straight ahead, and left the room.
She was afraid that if she looked again, she wouldn't be able to control herself.
Thinking about the feeling of drawing on Fang Qizhou's abs, she shook her head, clearing her mind of all distractions.
Fang Qizhou put on a black T-shirt and trousers and went to the kitchen to cook wontons.
Zhu Fan lay on the sofa replying to Yi Jia's message, swinging her bare feet.
Yi Jia sent her the performance outfit and makeup for tomorrow, asking her to check if there were any adjustments needed.
Zhu Fan typed: 【Beautiful. Perfect.】
Yi Jia asked her to send her the clothes she would wear for tomorrow's performance.
Zhu Fan looked at the haute couture white dress and shoes that Fang Qizhou had prepared for her on the sofa.
The hem of the skirt, under the lights, resembled the surface of the sea under the sunlight, rippling with the gentlest waves.
Fang Qizhou, holding a bowl of steaming wontons, asked the smiling Zhu Fan, "Where would you like to eat?"
Zhu Fan stood up from the sofa, smelled the aroma, and her stomach growled twice.
She clearly ate a lot last night.
She took the spoon and scooped up a cute goldfish wonton.
She blew on the wontons to cool them down and handed the first bite to Fang Qizhou, who had brought a hairdryer: "I blew on them, they're not hot, you can eat them directly."
Fang Qizhou lowered his head and took a bite of the wonton from the spoon.
Zhu Fan ate most of the bowl, leaving some in the bowl.
Fang Qizhou pulled the person who was about to leave the chair back, "Your hair isn't dry yet."
Zhu Fan touched his hand holding the hairdryer. "That's enough, now it's my turn to dry your hair."
Fang Qizhou has short hair, but it's in very good condition.
Her fingertips ran through Fang Qizhou's stray hairs.
Fang Qizhou's hair, like him, wasn't soft; it had short stubble that was slightly prickly to the touch.
Short hair is easy to dry.
Zhu Fan looked at Fang Qizhou, who was sitting obediently while she dried his hair, and asked him, "Fang Qizhou, do you not like people touching your head?"
She had just turned off the hairdryer when Fang Qizhou pulled her onto his lap and made her sit down.
The man's lips brushed against the back of her neck. "I like it when you touch me, I like it everywhere."
Zhu Fan closed her eyes and bumped him with the back of her head.
Can't we just have a normal conversation?
Fang Qizhou's breath was very hot, and Zhu Fan turned her head to look at him.
Fang Qizhou squeezed the hand that was holding the hairdryer. "Is your hand tired?"
Zhu Fan laughed, holding up the hairdryer, "You've been drying me for so long without complaining about your arms getting tired, and I've only been drying for a few minutes."
Her neck was very sensitive, and the rubbing made her feel a little itchy.
Zhu Fan wanted to get up and get off his lap.
Fang Qizhou wrapped his long arms around her waist and pressed his lips against the back of her neck. "I'm not going to rub against you anymore. I'll hug you for a while and then we'll go to sleep."
Zhu Fan almost fell asleep in Fang Qizhou's arms.
When she was carried to the bed, she opened her sleepy eyes.
She hasn't brushed her teeth yet.
After brushing her teeth, Zhu Fan nestled in Fang Qizhou's arms. "Fang Qizhou, that oil painting wasn't brought up."
Fang Qizhou covered her eyes with his large hand, "Take it tomorrow, close your eyes and go to sleep."
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On the day of Lidong (the Beginning of Winter).
The campus singing competition that Peking University students have been eagerly anticipating is about to begin, with one hour to go before the performance.
On the playground, many people had already entered with their tickets.
Everyone was holding a glow stick with the Peking University emblem printed on it.
As time ticked by, the students who performed the opening chorus "Peking University Youth" stood by the stage waiting to go on.
Zhu Fanchao Yijia's nanny van sped past.
Yi Jia had already changed her clothes and had her makeup done by a makeup artist in the nanny van.
Seeing Zhu Fan carrying her cello, she got out of the car.
Yi Jia looked behind her, "Where's A-Yuan?"
Zhu Fan took Yi Jia's arm and said, "We've already entered. She told me to tell you that Sister Jia is the best, and you definitely deserve first place."
Yi Jia was encouraged by so many people that day. She clenched her fist and said, "Today's championship is a must."
Zhu Fan bumped fists with her, "We're determined to win, Sister Jia is the best."
Yi Jia burst out laughing.
In the finals, everyone's strength was evident, but her life motto was: "Even if you lose, you can't lose your spirit."
She pulled Zhu Fan around in a circle: "You're dressed too plainly, and your makeup is too light."
Zhu Fan pointed to his face, "Isn't this thick enough?"
It took her almost half an hour to do this makeup.
She pulled Yi Jia forward, saying, "Let's not worry about what I wear or what makeup I put on. On the way here, I saw the contestants going to wait for their turn, so let's hurry over there too."
Yi Jiala stopped Zhu Fan and insisted that her makeup artist change Zhu Fan's makeup.
"It'll be quick to change your makeup, Fanfan. Listen to me this time."
She wanted the two of them to look beautiful together on stage.
Although Zhu Fan was already so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.
How could she not know that Zhu Fan dressed simply and casually because she didn't want to steal her thunder?
She prepared performance clothes for Zhu Fan in the car.
Zhu Fan unbuttoned her coat, revealing a loose black sweater and a light pink ballet-style long tulle skirt underneath.
"I dressed up carefully. We're running out of time, so I'll do as you say for the makeup, but I won't change my clothes."
Yi Jia gave up when he heard Zhu Fan say that he was afraid of getting cold while wearing a formal dress.
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