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After yesterday, Zhou Qiting had the cage removed, but the cushion remained in place.
Needless to say, Zhou Min went to Zhou Yiting's bedroom again at night and sat on the cushion waiting for her to come back.
The invisible cage and chains were enough to keep her trapped. Zhou Min rubbed the collar around his neck, which carried his body temperature, with his fingertips, and lowered his eyes in thought.
Until there was a knock on the door, and after the sound of the door opening there was almost no sound of footsteps, Zhou Min looked up curiously, but found that there was no figure in the corridor.
Between the door and the short corridor separating the bedroom was a living room. Judging from the crisp sounds Zhou Min heard, the servant came in, placed some glass objects on the coffee table, and then left in a hurry.
Most likely wine bottles and glasses.
Before Zhou Min had time to wonder, the door opened again, followed by the familiar sound of high heels hitting the floor.
As Zhou Min expected, Zhou Qiting did not go directly into the bedroom after taking a shower. The sound of her soft-soled slippers was barely noticeable, but Zhou Min knew that Zhou Qiting went to the living room.
You were so drunk yesterday, why are you drinking again today?
Zhou Min knew that with his status, he had no right to care too much about Zhou Qiting, so he could only suppress his worries and wait for Zhou Qiting to come over with a stern face.
As time passed, Zhou Min became more and more anxious.
It's been so long, why hasn't Zhou Qiting come over yet? Is he still drinking? Or is he asleep on the sofa?
The chaotic mood once again interrupted Zhou Min's silent counting. She finally couldn't sit still anymore, stood up suddenly, and decided to go over and take a look.
But as soon as she walked through the short corridor, she saw Zhou Yiting sitting on the sofa not far away in a bathrobe, with one hand on his chin, looking at her with interest.
Her cheeks were fresh from the steam of a bath, not flushed from drinking alcohol.
Zhou Min's gaze fell on the crystal glass in front of Zhou Qiting again. There was only a thin layer of water at the bottom of the glass, which was slightly melted ice. It was not the wine he thought it was.
Zhou Min instantly recognized the current situation and the reasons behind it——
Zhou Qiting didn't drink. She was just waiting here to see if she would lose her patience and come to find her.
It was unexpected that they came here in less than half an hour. Zhou Qiting stopped looking at the person who was frozen in place and picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured a glass of wine for himself - or for the person who was about to fall for the trick.
Sure enough, when she calmly raised the glass and was about to pour the wine into her mouth, Zhou Min, who was walking quickly towards her, held the back of her hand.
Zhou Min took the wine glass without saying a word, squatted down and placed it back on the coffee table neither lightly nor heavily. With the emotional sound of clinking the glass, some of the wine swayed out and wet her fingertips.
She withdrew her hand, wiped away the coolness on her fingertips, lowered her eyes to look at the moisture between her fingers, looked up at Zhou Qiting, and asked in a low voice: "Can I not drink it?"
Different from straightforward advice, the simple question makes this indirect concern more humble.
"Who do you think you are?" Zhou Qiting concealed the pity in his eyes, still wearing a playful smile on his face. His fingertips brushed the side of the cup, "Why do you care about me?"
After he finished speaking, he picked up the wine glass again.
Yes, why should a dog that obeys orders take care of Zhou Qiting?
The act of stopping him just now had crossed the line. Zhou Min knew that if he continued, things would develop into a situation he didn't want to see.
But isn't this what Zhou Qiting wants? Zhou Min's gaze fell on the pale fingertips on the rim of the cup, which seemed to have no warmth at all.
Zhou Qiting knew that Zhou Min secretly cared about her, and also expected that Zhou Min would not sit idly by and watch her alcoholism that ignored her health, so she deliberately used this method to force Zhou Min to face his own heart.
In that case...
Zhou Min, who has nothing, can only use himself as a bargaining chip to confront Zhou Qiting.
Zhou Min knelt on one leg beside the low table. The dull sound of her knees was drowned out by the soft touch of the carpet. She snatched the wine glass from Zhou Qiting's hand again, put the rim of the glass against her lower lip, raised her head and swallowed the pungent wine in one gulp.
The heavy smell of smoke filled his mouth and tongue, and the strong liquor burned all the way from his throat to his stomach. When Zhou Min looked up at Zhou Qiting again, the corners of his eyes were already red, and his eyes were moist with innocence and grievance.
Under this pitiful gaze, Zhou Qiting actually felt a little bit sorry.
But seeing Zhou Min's cheeks gradually turning red from drunkenness, she knew that her goal had been half achieved. She hardened her heart and turned her face away, pretending to be dissatisfied and picked up the bottle to pour another glass.
So the bottle was snatched away by the drunken stupid dog, who tilted his head back and drank it.
The wine hit the throat violently, some of it overflowed from the corner of the mouth, slid down the line of the jaw, passed through the trembling throat, and sank deep into the collar, leaving only a wet mark, flashing a dim light under the light.
After Zhou Min took a few sips, Zhou Qiting clamped Zhou Min's chin, and with his other hand, he moved the bottle mouth away from his wet lips and said softly, "Be good, I won't drink anymore."
The first thing he heard was the word "good". After Zhou Min reacted a little slowly, he raised the corners of his lips and showed a happy smile after being praised, but his eyes became more and more hazy.
The hand that pinched his chin wiped away the wine that overflowed from his lips, and stroked his cheek. Feeling the burning skin rubbing against his palm as if lingeringly, Zhou Yiting's heart softened a little.
Zhou Qiting watched quietly as the red cloud under his palm slowly burned to Zhou Min's neck and spread to the collarbone exposed at the neckline.
I guess the skin under her pajamas is also burning with tempting heat due to the drunkenness.
Zhou Qiting withdrew his gaze from Zhou Min's collar, gently kneaded her red and hot earlobe, and asked: "Why don't you let me drink?"
Zhou Min tilted his head, as if trying to process what he had heard. After a moment, he grabbed Zhou Qiting's other hand and placed it on his chest.
"It hurts here……"
It's so honest that it's endearing. Zhou Qiting smiled.
After confirming that Zhou Min had let down some of his guard under the influence of alcohol, Zhou Qiting asked about something he had always been concerned about.
"Why are you afraid of the dark?"
When Zhou Qiting saw Zhou Min's fragile appearance after being put in solitary confinement, she thought that the dark and silent environment in the room evoked some terrible memories in her heart, which triggered her post-traumatic stress disorder.
But the next day, Zhou Min only had a translucent silk scarf tied around her eyes, and Zhou Qiting had been gone for less than ten minutes to get the medicine box, but she still had an attack.
What kind of tragic past could have destroyed Zhou Min's spirit to such a severe extent?
It was she who said "Save me" to Zhou Yiting that day, but she was also the one who refused to tell anything to the psychologist.
Zhou Qiting did not expect Zhou Min to reveal his inner thoughts to him, so he could only rely on this method to try to pry open this mouth that was harder than a rock.
Hearing Zhou Qiting's question, Zhou Min blinked slowly, as if he had a lot to say, but his mouth spoke faster than his brain. He stammered out a few vague syllables before finally organizing them into complete words.
"…because…it's noisy."
Zhou Qiting lowered her eyes to look at the pair of blurry light-colored pupils, and said gently and coaxingly: "Be good, take your time. What's the noise?"
As memories flashed through his mind, Zhou Min muttered words like "second hand" and "chair" and shook his head slightly, as if trying to shake off the fear that was following him like a shadow.
The strength in her hand tightened unintentionally, leaving a circle of red marks on the wrist that she held against her chest.
Seeing Zhou Min biting his lower lip tightly and his pupils trembling, Zhou Qiting's heart suddenly sank and breathing became a little difficult.
It was still a bit too hasty. Although Zhou Qiting felt pain, he did not withdraw his hand. He put his other arm around her shoulders, leaned over and pulled her into his arms, patting her shoulders and comforting her softly.
"Don't be afraid, it's okay."
Zhou Min buried his face in the crook of her neck, which still exuded a fresh fragrance after a bath. He instinctively sniffed the sweet scent mixed with her body temperature, greedily absorbing the gentle comfort that could heal the wounds of his soul.
The aroma seeps into the body through breathing, flows through the blood that has been boiled by alcohol, and turns into a desire that comes from the heart.
"Zhou Qiting..."
Zhou Min followed his truest thoughts and pressed his hot lips against the smooth side of her neck, increasingly seeking the comfort offered by the cool skin.
Zhou Yiting sensed danger when she felt the rapid and hot breath on the side of her neck. The contact of her sensitive skin with the hot lips and tongue made her body tremble. Before she could dodge, she was thrown onto the sofa by the person who suddenly stood up.
“You… um…”
The hot kiss sealed the words in her throat and snatched her breath without mercy.
Zhou Qiting tried to push away the person lying on her, but found that no matter how hard she tried, it was in vain. Even though Zhou Min had been seriously injured and recovered, his limbs were still much stronger than hers.
She could only bite Zhou Min's tongue as a warning. Zhou Min stepped back slightly after feeling the pain, but his eyes were only focused on her bright red lips. The next second, he excitedly gave her an even more passionate kiss.
“Hmm…”
Only after he had his fill did Zhou Min, breathing heavily, let go of Zhou Qiting's lips, which were slightly swollen from the kiss, and instead bit the delicate skin on her neck to relieve the itch between his teeth.
"Zhou Min..." Her sensitive body was made extremely soft by the unrestrained and inconsiderate actions. Zhou Qiting used up her last bit of strength and pushed away the excessive stimulation with both hands.
Zhou Min heard the trembling call and ignored Zhou Yiting's futile resistance. He grabbed the hands that were in the way and pressed them against the sofa cushion above her head. At the same time, he left teeth marks and kiss marks on her collarbone even more wantonly.
The dryness brought by the alcohol in the blood made the man, whose consciousness was confused and dizzy, constantly seek comfortable coolness and softness. The desire brought about by skin contact made Zhou Min instinctively want more.
Zhou Qiting felt like a vicious dog that he had released with his own hands claiming possession of him. His body gradually became infected with Zhou Min's body temperature. He was almost burned by his hot lips and tongue. He could only endure it while responding to his comfort.
Gradually, Zhou Min released his bound hands, put his left hand around her shoulders, and his right hand around her waist. He hugged her and lay sideways on the sofa, burying his face in the loose collar of her bathrobe.
The tight embrace soothed Zhou Min's inner anxiety and desire. He rubbed his cheek against the soft skin contentedly, and after finding a comfortable position, he stopped moving.
Zhou Yiting was trapped on the inside of the sofa. Her skin had become as hot as Zhou Min's, and her dark eyes like the night were filled with lust. She noticed Zhou Min's gradual breathing, and when she lowered her eyes, she saw that Zhou Min had his eyes closed and was breathing deeply.
After hugging her, kissing and nibbling her, this man actually fell asleep like that.
Zhou Qiting took a deep breath.
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