Bury your head
There is danger.
This was Zhou Min's first instinct when he looked into Zhou Qiting's smiling eyes.
Zhou Min's intuition had helped her through many crises, so this time she followed her instinct, slammed the door shut, turned around and rushed down the stairs.
Pushing open the iron door downstairs, there was a dark crowd outside the door, all of them were bodyguards wearing bulletproof vests.
So what?
Zhou Min awkwardly withdrew his hand from the door and let the iron door close automatically, blocking out the horrifying scene before him.
At this moment, the cell phone in the bag vibrated, and the three words "annoying guy" appeared on the screen. Zhou Min answered the call with despair.
"Why don't you go home?" The person on the other end of the phone was calm and asked the question without any emotional fluctuations.
"Okay, I'll be right back." Zhou Min said gritting his teeth and hung up the phone.
When Zhou Min returned to the downstairs of the community, the surroundings were still empty. He had just gone up and down the stairs when a group of bodyguards appeared.
From this we can see that from the moment Zhou Min stepped into the community, she was destined to go home.
Killing time slowly might cause dissatisfaction from the eldest lady, so Zhou Min quickly returned to the front door and opened it resignedly.
"Are you in such a hurry?" Zhou Qiting had already stood up from the sofa and stood at the entrance, with his arms folded, his eyes still holding a smile that made Zhou Min's heart alarm.
"You entered my house without my consent." As long as you blame others first, others will not be able to blame you. Zhou Min closed the door, avoided Zhou Qiting's gaze, and took the initiative to attack.
Zhou Qiting said nothing, but just raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhou Min with interest.
Seeing that he didn't achieve the desired effect, Zhou Min glanced down and continued to accuse from a strange angle: "You stepped on my floor without changing your slippers."
"I'm sorry, this is really inconvenient." This time Zhou Qiting finally spoke up. She raised her toes and tapped the floor, signaling Zhou Min, "Could you please help me change?"
Zhou Min didn't notice it when she opened the door for the first time, but only now did she realize that the person in front of her was wearing a black suspender skirt with a hollow waist and a slit to the upper thigh.
The silky straps of the high-heeled shoes were wrapped around her bony ankles and slender Achilles tendons, and tied into a bow behind her straight calves, swaying gracefully as she moved.
I feel sorry but that’s not true, but it’s inconvenient but that’s true.
It was impossible to ask Zhou Min to help her change her shoes.
Zhou Min looked away, curled his lips and said sullenly, "You've already stepped on it, so you don't have to change it."
"Then let's talk business." Zhou Qiting stretched out her index finger and gently hooked the fabric between the first and second buttons of Zhou Min's collar, gradually narrowing the distance between the two until Zhou Min's gaze was forced to fall back into her eyes.
"Where did you go tonight?" The pleasant voice revealed a dangerous tone.
Looking at Zhou Qiting's pupils, which were as dark as the night, Zhou Min couldn't even think of lying. He stammered, "I sat in the coffee shop downstairs from the company for a while."
As soon as the words fell, Zhou Min realized that something was wrong. What was there to explain to Zhou Qiting? She couldn't control herself.
Before Zhou Min could distance himself again, Zhou Qiting placed his cool palm on Zhou Min's cheek and praised him with satisfaction: "You are so honest."
Zhou Min was immediately furious. What this meant was that Zhou Qiting not only knew her whereabouts very well, but also deliberately asked about it just to test her.
"Okay, don't get me wrong, I didn't send anyone to follow you." Seeing Zhou Min's beautiful eyebrows furrowed, Zhou Qiting's hand stroked her cheek and then her hair, caressing her head. "Your reaction told me that."
Patting the head had a very special meaning for Zhou Min in the past, symbolizing the end of pain and the beginning of comfort.
This action, which was similar to his memory, made Zhou Min lower his head reflexively, so that the person in front of him could touch him for a while longer.
The submissive attitude actually made Zhou Qiting stop. Zhou Min looked up in confusion and caught a glimpse of... displeasure that flashed across her eyes?
Until Zhou Min was dragged by the collar and walked to the single sofa to sit down, she still didn't understand how she had offended Zhou Qiting.
"Tell me, what is it that you just messaged me about?" Zhou Qiting stood in front of Zhou Min, lifted her chin condescendingly, and forced her to look up at him.
When sending the message, he was still thinking with a righteous attitude, "You owe me this." But when they really met face to face, Zhou Min was speechless.
Putting aside the past, Zhou Min is now just a man of unknown origin to Zhou Qiting. Why should she lend him money?
Zhou Min began to give up on himself and thought that he might as well tell Zhou Qiting everything. Maybe it would make her feel a little guilty and make her give him some money.
After all, all of this is closely related to Zhou Yiting's broken promise.
Alms. Thinking of this word, Zhou Min closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling as he silently digested the overwhelming hatred that suddenly arose.
Back then, they were in the welfare home, and they survived on the sporadic funding that slipped through the Zhou Group's fingers.
This means that they have no right to ask for more, nor do they have the right to be angry if their charity is suddenly withdrawn.
I have no right to ask for more, I have no right to be angry. Thoughts were in a tangle, and when Zhou Min opened his eyes again, the hatred in his eyes disappeared, and what was left was sadness, the sadness of being powerless to change reality.
"I want to make a deal with you." Zhou Min looked directly into Zhou Qiting's dark eyes, his brows furrowed, his eyes red, and his shoulders and neck tensed because of the angle of his head.
Interesting. Zhou Qiting looked at Zhou Min, who looked like he was always ready to die a heroic death. The slight displeasure he had felt at Zhou Min's subconscious action faded, replaced by a strong interest.
She withdrew her index finger from lifting Zhou Min's chin, leaned forward slightly, and said politely, "Please speak."
"I need money."
Just four words, without specifying what was being offered in exchange, meant she could ask for anything. It seemed she needed quite a bit of money. Zhou Qiting was a bit surprised.
The puppy must be in big trouble.
Zhou Qiting pursed his lips, suppressing the amusement that was about to appear on the corners of his mouth. His voice changed from the previous playful tone, and he asked seriously: "Do you understand what this means?"
"I know very well." Zhou Min's voice was steady, as if he had seen through all the possibilities.
She had nothing but her life, and she didn't want to owe Zhou Qiting anything anymore, so this deal with the other party setting the conditions was perfect.
"Of course I can..." Without asking for more details, Zhou Qiting sat sideways on Zhou Min's lap, one hand wrapped around her neck affectionately, and the other hand's index finger lightly touched her lips, indicating, "Let me see your sincerity first."
As expected, the person in front of him was not at all easily teased, and his already slightly red eyes were instantly filled with tears of humiliation.
Zhou Qiting didn't really want to make Zhou Min cry, so while Zhou Min's tears weren't falling, he continued, "Don't cry, I can also..." I can also lend it to you directly without any transaction.
Before she could finish, Zhou Min's hot lips blocked her next words. As their breaths intertwined, Zhou Yiting looked at the person in front of her with closed eyelids, trembling eyelashes, and the tear sliding from the corner of the eye, and was stunned for a moment.
The soft lips touched and then separated. Zhou Min slowly opened his eyes, wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and said in a trembling voice: "Zhou Qiting, you also need to understand what this means."
This means that after the deal is done, they owe each other nothing, and she can still exchange her life for Zhou Qiting's.
You promised me that we would die together. Zhou Min looked at Zhou Qiting dimly.
Zhou Qiting didn't have the ability to read minds. From the literal meaning and behavior of the person in front of her, she mistakenly thought that the words meant that she could get what she wanted at any price.
You did this voluntarily. Zhou Qiting completely lost all scruples. She wiped the lipstick off Zhou Min's lips with her ring finger and said in a commanding tone: "Pleasure me."
really.
Zhou Min tucked up the corners of his lips to hide the upward curve, grabbed Zhou Qiting's hand that had not been withdrawn, frowned, pretended to surrender, and squeezed out the word "OK" from his throat.
Zhou Qiting, as long as I can truly destroy you, even if it means sacrificing my own life, I will—
I am very happy to do so.
…
He panted for a long time.
Zhou Qiting's cheeks flushed slightly, adding a touch of brilliance to her already beautiful face.
After a moment, the tip of the high-heeled shoe on her shoulder gently lifted Zhou Min's chin, and his lazy eyes swept from bottom to top, over her moist red lips, nose tip, and... the corners of her eyes.
Why are you crying again? Seeing the tear about to fall, Zhou Qiting kindly raised his hand to help her wipe away the tears, and then grabbed the thin cloth that Zhou Min had neatly folded aside, wanting to continue to help her wipe away the water stains.
Realizing what it was, the ungrateful Zhou Min dodged Zhou Qiting's action and knelt to the side of the bed to get the wet wipes and tissues on the bedside table.
Just like pouring tea for others first, Zhou Min politely helped the young lady wipe it carefully, first wet and then dry, with clear steps.
Facts have proven that being too meticulous can be detrimental. Looking at those focused eyes, Zhou Qiting's slender fingers reached into the hair of the person who had accidentally started the fire and slowly pulled them closer.
When Zhou Min raised his head again with his hair messed up by being pulled, Zhou Qiting was too lazy to move a finger. He barely supported his upper body with his hands, and the graceful curve of his chest rose and fell with his breathing.
After wiping the wetness from both of them, Zhou Min lowered the hem of Zhou Qiting's skirt, which he had rolled up to her waist. Suddenly remembering something, he continued to accuse her, "You sat on my bed before you even changed into your pajamas."
The slap landed lightly on Zhou Min's face, and apart from making Zhou Min shut his mouth wisely, it didn't even leave a red mark.
Zhou Min couldn't help but feel disappointed.
That's not right. Why should I be disappointed? A belated collapse swept over Zhou Min.
When Zhou Min sent Zhou Qiting out of the house, she still couldn't believe that she had just longed for the pain that Zhou Qiting had given her.
In order to divert his attention, Zhou Min decided to find something to do and went into the room to change the bed sheet that had a wet corner.
Then she saw the familiar-looking fabric on the bed sheet.
Zhou Min opened the window and was about to call out to the person who hadn't left yet: "Zhou Qiting——"
Not only Zhou Qiting, but the crowd of bodyguards downstairs all looked up at Zhou Min.
Uh, now Zhou Min felt embarrassed, he said "good night" and hurriedly closed the window.
My phone vibrated. It was a message from Zhou Qiting:
"Sweet dreams."
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