Difficult to understand
The dull pain from a hangover stirred in my brain again and again as my consciousness regained consciousness.
Zhou Min frowned and slowly opened her eyes. What she saw was a snow-white scene with tiny specks of bright red. When her pupils focused, she instantly realized what was going on.
She looked up in disbelief and met Zhou Yiting's gloomy gaze with an unclear emotion.
The hands that had been holding the person tightly in his arms finally loosened up.
"yes--"
Before Zhou Min could even utter the word "I'm sorry," he felt a sudden pain in his abdomen, followed by a dizzying sensation.
After being pushed off the sofa by Zhou Qiting's knee, Zhou Min, who had just woken up, became even more confused and lay on the ground in a daze for a while.
Zhou Qiting propped himself up and sat up from the sofa. His already loose and messy bathrobe slipped off one shoulder, revealing more of Zhou Min's "evidence" of his crimes last night.
She raised her hand and used her little finger to hook up the strands of hair that were stuck to her cheek due to slight sweat, and put them behind her still hot ear. She lowered her eyes to look at Zhou Min who was trying to get up from the carpet.
The next second, a pair of white and delicate bare feet stepped on Zhou Min's shoulders, the movement so slow that it seemed unintentional.
Zhou Min's arms, which were still supported by his sides, suddenly stiffened. Feeling guilty, he did not continue to sit up, but lay down obediently, and remained in this lying position, allowing Zhou Qiting to deal with him.
"Did you sleep well last night?" Perhaps for some reason that Zhou Min didn't dare to think about, Zhou Qiting's voice now sounded frosted, hazy and soft.
With the greetings and the calm tone, if Zhou Min hadn't been stepped on by Zhou Qiting, she would have almost had the illusion that he was concerned about her.
If I answered that I slept well, it would seem shameless. If I answered that I didn't sleep well, it would seem a bit ungrateful.
Zhou Min was in a dilemma for a moment. Under the combined negative impact of psychological and physical headaches, she chose an even worse option besides the two inappropriate answers.
She timidly asked back, "What about you?"
"Heh." Zhou Yiting couldn't help laughing when he heard this question.
So funny.
She raised her hand to smooth her long hair back, leaned forward slightly, looked into Zhou Min's eyes with a smile, and asked in a low voice: "What do you think?"
Zhou Min looked at the smile that clearly revealed a dangerous meaning, and his eyes followed her movements to the exposed collarbone and chest, and he could clearly see the marks on Zhou Qiting's body -
Light pink, deep red, and even bluish.
Zhou Min's gaze finally stopped at the only bluish mark on Zhou Qiting's shoulder, where the teeth marks were clearly visible. Her eyes instantly turned red, and she poutingly apologized: "I'm sorry..."
This pitiful appearance was exactly the same as last night, which made Zhou Qiting feel a little less angry, but his expression became a little colder.
She knew that her behavior of inducing Zhou Min to drink last night was the main reason for the situation getting out of control, but she did not intend to let Zhou Min go.
Her toes moved down inch by inch, brushing across her collarbone and stopping at the second button of her pajamas. Zhou Qiting gently nudged Zhou Min's chest, her tone growing colder: "What you did to me last night, I'm afraid, can't be easily excused with a simple apology."
Although Zhou Min was listening to what Zhou Qiting said, most of his thoughts were taken away by Zhou Qiting's movements and the slowly increasing pressure on his chest. The soft arch of his foot was fitting the curve of her sternum, and his delicate skin was caressing the collar of her thin pajamas.
Feeling her increasingly distinct heartbeat through her pajamas, Zhou Qiting chuckled and continued to demand an explanation from Zhou Min: "How are you going to compensate me?"
Zhou Min controlled his breathing so that the rise and fall of his chest would not be too obvious, but he didn't know that his increased heartbeat had already exposed his chaotic mood.
She blinked, and her red eyes were filled with two clear eyes, making her next words seem more sincere.
"I... am at your disposal."
Zhou Qiting stepped lightly on Zhou Min's lower abdomen again. Because he was pushed off the sofa by his knees, the hem of his pajamas was lifted up a little during the rolling. The skin against the soles of his feet was emitting heat continuously.
Zhou Qiting looked down at Zhou Min from above, watching her earlobes gradually turn red, and then said, "You were at my disposal anyway."
Zhou Min lowered his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Zhou Qiting's legs that were not covered by the bathrobe. When he spoke, his voice was already a little hoarse: "Then...how do you want me to compensate you?"
Zhou Qiting played with the messy belt of her bathrobe at her waist with her fingertips, and looked at Zhou Min with a meaningful look.
"Come with me to the bathroom."
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The water poured down from above, breaking into a fine sound when it hit the ground.
Warm and humid water vapor wrapped in a faint fragrance gradually filled the bathroom, slowly entangling the other person inside.
Zhou Min was kneeling with his back to the shower room, holding the clean bathrobe that Zhou Qiting had ordered her to get in his hands, his upper body straight and motionless.
Although I couldn't see the scene in the shower room, I could hear everything, and the imagination generated by hearing became increasingly difficult to suppress.
Then the sound of water is no longer just the sound of water, it is the splashing that wets the inky hair, the dripping that flows down the slender shoulders and back, and the trickling that converges on the soft spine.
It is a beautiful idea that is described with sound and color.
Until the sound of flowing water stopped abruptly, the sudden silence woke Zhou Min from his presumptuous thoughts and he subconsciously held his breath.
After being soaked in hot water, the body was surrounded by radiating warmth. Zhou Min felt the body temperature slowly approaching from behind, and his back couldn't help but straighten.
A hand with a rosy complexion passed over Zhou Min's shoulder and directly picked up the bathrobe.
The movement that almost brushed against the hair on his cheek brought with it a familiar fragrance, which slowed down Zhou Min's already intense heartbeat for a half beat.
Behind him was the fluttering of a bathrobe, followed by the rustling of fabric against skin.
After putting on his bathrobe, Zhou Qiting walked straight out and left a word to Zhou Min.
"You go take a shower too, I'll wait for you outside."
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When Zhou Min walked from the bathroom to the cloakroom wrapped in a bath towel that Zhou Qiting had kindly left for her, she met Zhou Qiting's playful gaze.
Under the unconcealed gaze, she awkwardly pulled the towel up on her chest.
Zhou Qiting was already dressed neatly, wearing a black high-necked cashmere sweater and a half-length umbrella skirt of the same color.
The reason for wearing a turtleneck sweater was obvious. Feeling guilty, Zhou Min drooped his lips and walked silently to Zhou Qiting.
Seeing Zhou Min standing still with his head lowered, Zhou Qiting withdrew his gaze, and his fingertips ran across the clothes displayed in the closet, finally stopping on a black hoodie that did not match the other clothes in the closet.
She held the clothes on the hanger in front of Zhou Min, seemed to be hesitating, and seemed to be thinking. After five seconds, she hung the clothes back and continued to choose.
Zhou Min said nothing, his eyes following Zhou Qiting's movements. Only when she paused would he quickly glance at her profile, so as to guess from her expression what she was going to do to him next.
First, rule out dress-up games.
In the past, Zhou Min would just wear whatever the servants prepared, very casually, and Zhou Qiting would not comment when she saw it. But now she is quite serious about choosing clothes for Zhou Min. Does that mean...
Zhou Qiting is going to take Zhou Min out?
What is this, walking the dog?
Having been away for a long time, Zhou Min suddenly felt a little uneasy about the outside world.
But where else could she go? She couldn't think of any other place to go besides the Investigation Bureau.
The vicious dog is trapped in a cage and the criminal is caught by the law.
It's only natural.
Thinking this way, advancing or retreating were the most suitable options for him, and Zhou Min began to force himself to accept all possible outcomes calmly.
Sensing the sudden drop in the aura around him, Zhou Qiting turned slightly to the side and saw that Zhou Min's mouth was still turning downward, and his eyes softened a little.
Why does stupid dog always have his emotions written on his face?
It was so easy to understand, yet so difficult to comprehend. Zhou Qiting raised his hand, crooked his knuckles, and scratched Zhou Min's chin. He saw her expression instantly change from uneasiness to shyness mixed with joy.
For a moment, dark thoughts flashed through Zhou Yiting's mind again.
She thought, it would be great if Zhou Min was really a dog.
When Zhou Min was first captured, Zhou Yiting had thought more than once about venting all the hatred caused by being deceived and imprisoned on this criminal, taking revenge on her, torturing her, and turning her into a real dog that could be beaten and scolded at will.
In this way, at least I can tie her down forever, at least I don't have to guess what she's thinking, at least I won't be emotionally affected by her.
It is enough to just enjoy the one-sided pleasure brought by this relationship. There is no need to feel pain because of her pain, and there is no need to worry about gains and losses.
Zhou Qiting's fingertips brushed Zhou Min's cheek again, touched his earlobe, and kneaded it gently, watching Zhou Min's scarred skin that was not covered by the bath towel gradually spread another layer of hazy crimson over the light red steaming from the hot water.
Zhou Qiting felt that Zhou Min was contradictory, but he himself was also extremely contradictory.
I hate it so much, but I just can't bear to let it go.
Zhou Qiting's gaze fell on Zhou Min's lips again, his ink-black eyes filled with deep pity.
She slowly leaned forward, but only placed a kiss as light as a feather on Zhou Min's cheek.
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