Give him a gift
Zhuang Yu'an held his breath and listened. The two sounds just now were so light that he suspected he had misheard.
Da, da, two more sounds were heard.
He turned off the screen, stood up, put the tablet back on the bedside table, put on his pajamas, and walked towards the door.
There was no need to ask who it was. Regardless, whoever it was knocking at this hour must have something important to talk to him about, and he would definitely open the door.
But if it was her...
He wiped the sweat from his palms on the side of his legs and pressed the door handle.
The first time I saw the person outside the door, my brain froze.
“Merry Christmas!”
The "Santa Claus" outside the door opened his palm and handed him a red apple.
Zhuang Yu'an blinked in a daze, and his stopped mind started working again.
In the hallway's sensor-activated wall lights, he could clearly see the person before him. She was wearing a red hat with a white rim and a short-sleeved velvet dress that reached her knees. Except for the white collar and hem and the gold belt, everything else was a rich, blazing Christmas red. The half-arm sleeves were also red, trimmed with a furry white border. His gaze slowly shifted downward. Perhaps because she hadn't found the right shoes, she was actually barefoot.
He took the apple slowly, his throat felt dry, and he swallowed unconsciously: "A Christmas present for me?"
"Yes!" She smiled matter-of-factly. "This is your very own Santa Claus, your very own Christmas present! Are you happy?"
In an instant, Zhuang Yu'an was deeply moved, and then he thought: He had just mentioned the time two days ago when he dressed up as Santa Claus for his sister. Could it be that she took it to heart and wanted him to also experience the feeling of being specially favored by Santa Claus?
God, how could she be so cute...
He forced himself to suppress the urge to embrace her. A man and a woman alone, in the dead of night, hugging at this moment might be misinterpreted as having ulterior motives. So he just stood there, unsure where to look.
The dress she had chosen wasn't revealing, but rather sweet and charming. But no matter where his gaze rested, he felt uneasy. Finally, he settled on the bright red apple in his hand.
"I'm very happy and I like it very much... Thank you." He said with a smile.
He thought the Christmas surprise had been handed over between them, and silently waited for her to say, "That's it," "I'm leaving," or "Good night." But as the seconds ticked by, the slender, white, and well-proportioned legs within his sight didn't budge an inch. They fell into a profound silence, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Zhuang Yu'an was surprised and looked away from the surface of the apple, looking up for her eyes, and then met her ambiguous gaze.
Instantly, his heart raced, his chest vibrating. Panicked, he lowered his eyes and stared at her bare feet. "You're not wearing shoes, are you cold?"
"A little bit." Her voice was low, as if she was not very happy, and he caught it keenly.
He suddenly realized something. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Then I'll cover your mouth?"
She paused and said reluctantly, "Okay."
The next second, she was lifted into the air and held by him from the front. He turned around and freed one hand to close the door.
The room was lit only by a bedside reading light, creating a quiet and peaceful atmosphere. Zhuang Yu'an placed her on the bed, then sat down, grasping her feet and placing them on his thighs, gently holding them with both hands.
The cool, soft, and smooth feeling of her palm, the even balance of flesh and bone, firmly absorbing his palm. Even more frightening to him was the fact that she was currently sitting on his bed.
The meaning is self-evident. Even if he is extremely cautious, he knows that he must do something next. Otherwise, it would not only be unromantic, but also inhumane and a heinous crime.
He swallowed and slowly exerted force with his palms and fingertips.
Just like this, their breathing became increasingly disordered. He could no longer hold back and suddenly leaned forward, pressing her down.
This early morning, there were three drizzling rains.
When the first rain fell, he was concentrating on sucking his earlobe and asked her, "Is it cold here, baby?"
A quick, low gasp reached his ears, and the spring blossoms on the branches shivered and trembled in the wind and rain. As the sweet, floral aroma filled his nose, he felt a dampness on his right knee. He instinctively reached out to touch it, but the drizzle had just stopped, and the last few raindrops dampened the back of his hand.
The second rain lasted longer.
He removed her pajamas and held her astride him. Her lovely Christmas red dress slowly slid down before his eyes, accumulating at her waist. Her snow-white and cherry-pink skin, with nowhere to hide, could only rest between his hands and mouth, utterly gentle, yet occasionally brutal. Like a rising mountain, she suddenly tightened her arms amidst the surging waters, her fingertips digging into his back muscles, making him sense the approaching storm.
Unable to restrain herself, she raised her head, tears streaming down her face as she sent out a cry for help. But it was only a few short, high-pitched cries; the rest were swallowed by him. He felt her trembling grow stronger, and suddenly, with a malicious intent, he whispered against her rosy lips, "Baby, you're screaming too loudly. Others will hear..."
The second rain began to fall at this moment. He captured her expression perfectly, like a night-blooming cereus suddenly opening under a full moon. Under the moon, the beauty of the scene was beyond description, and only he was lucky enough to witness it.
In the final scene, he leans over and kisses the garden, parting the layers of petals and greedily picking them. The spring water gurgles, the flowers bloom, and it seems endless...
Finally, everything returned to peace.
She was exhausted and in a deep sleep, and she didn't even notice when he picked her up and took her downstairs.
The morning light was dim outside the window as she was placed on the guest bedroom bed. He cleaned her body with a wet towel and then closed the blackout curtains.
The tight pain continued, but it was no longer as excruciating as it had been the first few times. He took a cold shower, familiar with the process, and recovered. This night of lovemaking ended perfectly. If there was anything unsatisfactory, it was that he couldn't sleep with her feet touching.
In the dim room, the mobile phone screen is lit up - 1 pm.
The afterglow was still there, Zuo Xiao closed his eyes and recalled everything that happened last night, sighing that either Zhuang Yu'an was too talented, or their bodies were too compatible.
For this kind of thing, she already had a scoring system in her mind, and she couldn't help but compare it with previous partners.
The first one: the school hunk. Even with the bonus of first love filter, he could only barely get a passing score.
The second one: the captain of the basketball team. Although she is talented, Jianaihe lacks understanding, and the experience she brings her can never break through the 80-point mark.
Finally, she met her third boyfriend: Zhou Zhihui. Although he was a virgin at first and she had rejected him for several months, he was incredibly talented and hardworking, and soon his score was consistently above 95, making her addicted to him and unable to stop.
With her fourth boyfriend, Luffy, things took a sharp turn for the worse. Initially, her experience was barely a 60, and she occasionally felt disinterested, lamenting how she could have reversed course. Later, as their rapport grew, she reluctantly accepted him as her boyfriend, and things gradually improved, with her score rising to 80 and occasionally even breaking 90.
Finally, there was Zhuang Yu'an. She'd initially despised him for being a virgin despite his age, thinking the best-case scenario would be a period of development like Zhou Zhihui's, and that she'd have to endure it. But she hadn't expected this guy to be a complete dark horse, calling her a slut before even reaching the final stage...
So, she found a treasure?
A virgin with top-notch sex skills?
She was in a good mood and couldn't help laughing. But then she thought about it and felt unwilling to give up.
This guy made her lose control time and time again, and she kept crying because she felt so comfortable. Why did he seem so relaxed?
Well, judging by his reaction, he couldn't be said to be completely at ease, but it was still a far cry from what she wanted to see.
Okay, let’s wait and see!
Zuo Xiao finished washing up and went to the kitchen. She saw the note he had left: "There's food in the fridge. The housemaid will report at 2 pm. I'll send you a photo on WeChat."
Well, he was thoughtful. He knew she didn't like to check WeChat all the time, so he used the most traditional way to prevent her from missing important information.
She finished her lunch and her aunt arrived.
Zhuang Yu'an said on WeChat that this Aunt Cao was recommended by a friend. She works hard and cooks delicious food. He will try her for a week and will follow her opinion on whether the food is good or not.
The aunt stood at the gate of the yard and said her last name, age and where she was from. She seemed to be a very sensible person.
However, it didn't take long for him to break the spell after entering the house.
She called her "Mrs."
Zuo Xiao corrected him coldly, "I'm not Madam, just call me Zuo Xiao." Auntie was quite considerate and quickly said, "Okay, okay."
At five o'clock in the evening, my aunt came back from buying groceries and heard her singing and playing the piano in the living room. She kept praising her: "Ms. Zuo, you sing so beautifully!" She replied indifferently with a thank you.
She didn't like having people listening to her singing and playing, so she moved to the study on the third floor. Before leaving, she told her aunt to call her when it was time for dinner.
She sat on the floor, immersed in the music, until a sudden thought struck her mind, and her fingers stopped plucking the strings.
She recalled the subtle look in her aunt's eyes when she said "I'm not your wife." She didn't think much of it then, but now she suddenly realized there was a deeper meaning behind it.
Obviously, the aunt was very interested in the relationship between her employer and the lady in front of her, and had some guesses.
She didn't care what strangers thought of her, but the thought just now made her suddenly realize something that she almost overlooked.
She had come here temporarily for "refuge" and had no intention of staying here permanently. She and Zhuang Yu'an were neither married nor in a relationship, so there was no reason for her to live in someone else's home permanently. Living with a friend wasn't appropriate for her either. Just over a month ago, she had told Zhuang Jinghao, who had so graciously invited her to stay, that she didn't want to take advantage and that only equal relationships could last long-term. How could she have forgotten such an important matter after just a few days?
Zhuang Yu'an originally hired a day shift nanny, but because he was worried that Luffy would come to her house if she was alone, he switched to a live-in nanny so that she would always have someone around her and not be alone at home. But if the premise of her permanent residence was no longer met, wouldn't this live-in nanny be redundant?
On a deeper note: The Zhuang siblings took her in, cared for her meticulously, and even hired an extra nanny for her, and yet she accepted their kindness with such composure, what was going on? To put it bluntly, it didn't seem much different from "keeping a mistress"...
When she thought of this, she suddenly felt uncomfortable, and even the sunlight that penetrated the clouds and leaked into the corner of the room was a little dazzling.
Zhuang Jinghao returned home at 7 o'clock to have dinner with her, but Zhuang Yu'an did not return until after 10 o'clock.
No one was used to the sudden presence of an auntie in the house. She was considerate, though, and greeted Zhuang Yu'an before returning to her room. Zuo Xiao then realized there was a guest room on the second floor, but it was smaller and hadn't been given to her before.
It was late at night and she lay in bed, not feeling sleepy at all.
There was a knock on the door and she let him in.
Zhuang Yu'an was wearing home clothes, and the scent of shampoo still lingered on his hair, obviously having just taken a shower. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her for a while, but in the end, he couldn't help himself and leaned over to kiss her.
The kiss was so lingering and sticky that it made her whole body go limp, with a numbness running up and down her spine like an electric current. When a large hand climbed through the hem of her skirt and onto her skin, she suddenly shuddered, an inappropriate thought and a sudden surge of pleasure hitting her at the same time.
Are they exchanging like this?
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