Eat
Zhou Min leaned back on the sofa, his eyes wandering slowly, his gaze accurately avoiding someone who was working diligently not far away.
When she heard Zhou Qiting say that she did have ill intentions, her first reaction was guilt, and then helplessness.
Fortunately, Zhou Yiting did not continue to seize on her flaw and turned around to deal with work matters.
Now that I think about it, it's normal to feel guilty. After all, I did have the intention of killing Zhou Qiting. How could this not be considered as a conspiracy?
Zhou Min naturally attributed his helplessness to this and did not intend to dwell on the strange feeling that had just arisen in his heart.
There was still more than an hour before the normal working hours ended. The person sitting behind the large desk seemed to ignore his presence, but did not intend to let him leave first. Zhou Min had no choice but to casually observe the furnishings in Zhou Qiting's office to pass the time.
Just as his gaze swept over the champagne-colored roses on the desk for the third time, there were two gentle knocks on the door.
Without waiting for a response, the assistant tiptoed to open the door, afraid of disturbing the quiet atmosphere in the air, and walked towards Zhou Min with light steps, carrying a bag.
"Iced, warm." The assistant bent over and placed two transparent bottles of peach oolong tea on the low table in front of Zhou Min. She continued in a voice so low it almost sounded like a stream of air, "Ma'am, please enjoy."
Is that so? Zhou Min was a little infected by the assistant's nervousness, so he lowered his voice and asked, "Anything hot?"
Seeing his assistant's expression turn into panic, Zhou Min laughed, waved his hand and said: "I'm kidding." Then he picked up the bottle of ice, unscrewed it, and pretended to take a sip as usual.
Zhou Qiting, who had looked up when Zhou Min started talking, fixed his gaze on the drink in Zhou Min's hand, the liquid level of which hadn't dropped significantly. He asked abruptly, "What are you guarding against?"
Not only Zhou Min, but even the assistant who hadn't had time to leave froze when she heard this. Years of work experience and the desire to survive kept reminding her: Go quickly.
After the door was finally closed again by the assistant with greased feet, Zhou Min put down the cold oolong tea in his hand and picked up the bottle at room temperature.
The quiet atmosphere and the young lady's unwavering gaze made her almost breathless. At the critical moment, she twisted the lid open and uttered the words she had just thought of: "It's too cold."
Then he looked directly at Zhou Qiting who stood up and slowly walked towards him, tilted the bottle up and took a big gulp to show that he was not on guard.
After Zhou Min swallowed it, a meaningful sentence floated into her ears.
“Guess what’s in it?”
Zhou Min nearly jumped up from the sofa when he heard that, but then he thought, the young lady was probably teasing him again, so he stopped and straightened up, muttering to the person in front of him: "You're tricking me again."
Zhou Qiting sat down beside her, turned slightly to look at her, and continued with a smile: "Don't you feel something is wrong?"
Zhou Min subconsciously sniffed the familiar fragrance in response to the intentional closeness, and for a moment he forgot to avoid the pair of smiling eyes. After reacting, he hurriedly moved his gaze downwards, but fixed on the red lips of the person in front of him that moved as she spoke.
Why am I thirsty again after just drinking water?
Zhou Min's throat moved slightly, he withdrew his gaze, calmly raised his hand and pretended to touch his hair, secretly placed two fingers on his carotid artery on the side away from Zhou Yiting, and felt the abnormally accelerated pulse.
Something is wrong.
Reason and instinct were fighting for control of the body, and in the tug of war, Zhou Min actually lost his composure.
Looking at Zhou Min's red eyes, Zhou Qiting didn't feel that he had done anything wrong, but he didn't want to make him cry again, so he had to explain in a gentle voice: "It's just an ordinary drink."
It is not the effect of external factors. This answer seems even more difficult to accept.
Zhou Min pursed her lips and said nothing. She couldn't understand why strange thoughts always popped up in her mind when she saw Zhou Qiting?
I must be too tense. Zhou Min gradually relaxed his frown, intentionally regulating his slightly rapid breathing, and stroking his hair with his fingertips, using movement and touch to distract himself.
I see.
Zhou Qiting took in Zhou Min's awkward struggle from beginning to end with a calm gaze. He did not tease her further, but just sat there leisurely, wanting to see when she would realize that her efforts were in vain.
Breathing can be adjusted, but heartbeat cannot.
The disordered heartbeat pounded against Zhou Min's chest, wanting to overflow, wanting to present everything to the culprit who caused the restlessness without the permission of the owner of this body.
"I……"
What do I want to do? Zhou Min's rationality was almost exhausted. Just as he tried to escape, the words were pulled back into his throat by the desire waiting for an opportunity, giving rise to a deeper desire.
The inner struggle turned into tiny tears at the edges of his eyes.
Zhou Min gave up resisting, leaned his upper body to the side, and moved closer cautiously, his eyes fixed on the lips of the person in front of him, hoping to find the antidote to calm his restlessness.
It is the hunting instinct of animals to step lightly before pouncing on prey.
He slowly moved closer and sniffed Zhou Qiting's orchid-like scent. His gentle movements concealed a surge of greed. He was just waiting for an outlet to sweep away the person he wanted.
But unfortunately, Zhou Min didn't know that she was not facing prey, but a hunter who used himself as bait, and also a tamer who firmly controlled the chain around her neck.
Just when Zhou Min was about to taste the softness he had longed for, slightly cool fingertips pressed against her hot lips.
"Can't."
His already wet eyes instantly turned from confusion to helplessness, and after looking at Zhou Qiting's calm gaze, he even felt a bit aggrieved.
"I'm sorry." Zhou Min turned her face away belatedly and apologized embarrassedly. She also realized that her behavior just now, which was caused by lust and blindness, was a bit rude.
A soft laugh sounded in his ear, and cool fingertips gently kneaded and soothed Zhou Min's hot earlobe.
"I mean, not here."
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Zhou Min swore that she really just wanted to kiss the eldest lady once during the day, probably twice at most, and probably no more than three times.
At the moment, things have gotten out of control.
She pinched the bottle of body lotion, feeling a little troubled.
At this moment, both of them exuded the fragrance of the same shower gel. The eldest lady also considerately changed into a suspender nightgown so that Zhou Min could provide service.
Not very considerate either.
The posture of sitting astride Zhou Min's hips doesn't look convenient for applying body lotion.
"Let's get started."
Under the dim gaze, Zhou Min hesitated again and again, but finally obeyed the instructions, squeezed some body lotion into the palm of his hand, and spread it with his hands.
The warm palm starts from the ankle that can be held in one hand, and slowly moves upwards, carefully but not too carefully applying the lotion on the fair skin.
Unsure where to look, Zhou Min tilted his head. In that moment of distraction, he remembered this phrase, which he thought was very suitable to describe Zhou Qiting, who had fair skin and a low body temperature.
However, the closer to the torso, the higher the body temperature.
Zhou Min felt that in addition to his palm, there was another place where his hand was touching hers, exchanging warmth with her through the silk fabric.
Once discovered, it was hard to ignore. Zhou Min couldn't help but increase the strength of his hands slightly.
The sensitive person naturally noticed the subtle change in her movements, released his bitten lower lip, and asked slowly in a low and soft voice:
"what's on your mind?"
Zhou Min was stunned by the question, his hands suddenly loosened, and he stammered guiltily: "No, I didn't think anything."
Her gradually tensing waist and abdomen gave her further answers. Zhou Qiting laughed and was not going to let the dishonest person go.
"Look at me and keep painting."
Zhou Min found it extremely difficult to carry out this order.
His sight first fell on the lightly powdered face of the person on top of him. Her deep black eyes held a seductive gaze, and her slightly upturned lips held a warm smile, silently tempting Zhou Min to fall into the whirlpool of desire.
If he stared at her for another second, he would fall. Zhou Min's dull eyes moved down along the loose black hair and found that the situation was not much better.
A fair neck, delicate collarbones, smooth shoulders, and straps that seem to be slipping off...
His sight finally swept across the part that was almost uncovered, and just landed on the place covered by Zhou Min's palm.
The impact of the delicate touch combined with the beautiful picture is extraordinary.
Zhou Min blushed, turned his head away, and refused too late: "I won't watch it."
Then he reacted, withdrew his hand, and said in a trembling voice: "I won't put it on anymore."
A familiar chuckle fell into his ears, as if seeing through Zhou Min's thoughts.
The words of resistance did not cause dissatisfaction in the eldest lady, but Zhou Min felt the body on his waist and abdomen move slightly, and then heard the rustling of fabric sliding down.
Zhou Qiting was slowly applying lotion to herself...
Don’t look, don’t touch, but can’t resist the associations triggered by hearing.
Zhou Min's hands kept clutching the sheets beneath her, and she felt the burning hunger in her stomach again.
But was he really hungry? He had already eaten dinner, so why would he still be hungry?
Is it really my stomach that's burning? Zhou Min was in a daze.
His heart was beating violently in his chest, protesting against Zhou Min's deliberate neglect.
I see.
It turns out that I really had evil intentions, in every sense of the word.
Zhou Min understood where the strangeness came from, and with unprecedented frankness, he revealed half of his inner thoughts: "I think..."
I want to kill you, I want to tear you apart, I want to...eat you.
Zhou Yiting had stopped moving long ago, staring calmly at the person under her. When he heard her words, he straightened her cheek with his slender fingers and met her helpless gaze.
"what you up to?"
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and insincere words came out from her slightly parted red lips, a false piety:
"I want to...please you."
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