Chapter 58
His lips were soft yet slightly cool, yet his facial features were hard and resolute. She lingered fascinatedly on his prominent brow, his rolling Adam's apple... leaving a mark on all the places she loved.
Can't go any further.
Wen Zhenni panted and forced herself to move back to his lips.
There were couples everywhere on the beach anyway, so she wouldn't pay special attention to one particular couple. She grew a little bolder, cupping the angular face and kissing it deeply.
It's just that she underestimated her face.
She heard a questioning voice floating in the distance: "Isn't that a celebrity? He looks a bit like a celebrity."
It seemed as if some tourists had recognized her, casting a few fiery glances their way. Wen Zhenni couldn't stay any longer, so she grabbed her shawl, dragged Ciheng along, and hurried away.
The couple ran back to the villa almost in one breath. The maid in the living room heard their laughter and came out to see that the couple was standing outside holding hands, laughing so hard that they were staggering and unable to straighten their backs.
"Madam, Mr. and Mrs. are back." The maid came out and handed a clean towel to Ciheng, while she helped Wen Zhenni pat the sand out of her hair.
Girls have long, thick hair, so it's harder to clean than men's. Wen Zhenni bent down and fiddled with it for a long time before she finally got all the sand off her body.
After finishing her preparations, she asked the maid, "Sister, is dinner ready?"
The maid, who was about forty years old and came from China to work here, felt very sweet when she called her "sister". She was very attentive. "Madam, go take a shower and come out for dinner."
"Okay, I'll go take a shower first." Wen Zhenni took off her shawl and walked up the stairs briskly.
When she came downstairs humming a song, the restaurant was already filled with the aroma of food.
The maids were serving food to the dining table. Ciheng, who had changed into her home clothes, was leaning on the sofa with her legs propped up, twisting a few pages of paper with her fingertips.
When Wen Zhenni passed by, she casually asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Interview outline, familiarize yourself with the questions that will be asked tomorrow." Ciheng put the documents on the coffee table, stood up and followed her to the dining table.
The dinner was quite sumptuous, with rich oxtail soup and roasted pork ribs. To prevent the meat from being too greasy, the chef specially paired it with a vegetable salad and a dish of tiger prawns in a spicy and sour sauce that was appetizing and refreshing.
Ciheng cut the grilled pork chops, put them on Wen Zhenni's plate, and then slowly peeled the tiger prawns.
Wen Zhenni slid the screen of her mobile phone and ate the ready-made food at hand.
She replied to several popular comments on Weibo, and when she clicked on the ID that was already very familiar, her fingertips paused on the photo, and she suddenly turned her head and looked blankly at the man next to her.
Ci Heng noticed her strange look and asked, "Why are you staring at me?"
"I discovered your secret..."
Wen Zhenni smiled and put the phone screen in front of him. "Tell me the truth, this account is yours, right?"
As if pinching his pigtails, her face was full of pride, "You secretly followed me and took so many pictures of me. Now my fans think you are an employee of the studio!"
Ciheng remained calm, even taking a leisurely sip of her oxtail soup. "I've been following you openly and honestly. The fact that you only realized it now just shows how stupid you are."
Wen Zhenni was disappointed when she didn't react with the panic or denial she had expected. "I thought you'd be surprised and try to make excuses."
It's boring to admit it so bluntly.
Wen Zhenni started chewing on the ribs in a sullen manner when her cell phone rang. She glanced at it and saw it was a message from Xi Miao.
Xi Miao: [Miss, the size hasn't been measured yet?]
Wen Zhenni almost bit her tongue.
Fortunately, if the text message sent by Xi Miao was a voice message and was played out... she could have dug out a castle with her toes on the spot.
Wen Zhenni, feeling guilty, glanced at the side of her eyes, typing rapidly: [Emmm... I don't necessarily need to use that.]
Xi Miao: [Then let me ask you, is your married life harmonious?]
Wen Zhenni nodded subconsciously: [Harmony.]
This is indeed true. Except for menstrual period, it happens every day on average.
Xi Miao didn't believe it: "Do you like it? Don't cover up for him. I want to hear your true feelings."
Uh...she didn't tell lies against her conscience.
Wen Zhenni: [To be honest, I like it too.]
Xi Miao is almost out of ideas.
She still refused to believe it, her fingers tapping on the screen until sparks flew: [Even if you chew bread for a hundred days, you'll throw up. Don't you get tired of doing biological exercises like an assembly line every day? Don't you want to change the way you do it? Don't you want a brand new experience?]
Xi Miao usually speaks in an alarmingly loud way. When chatting privately, he even hits people in the face with his pants.
With every word she spoke, Wen Zhenni felt her phone getting hotter. She had to take a deep breath and prepare herself mentally, for fear of being knocked unconscious by her subsequent harsh words.
Wen Zhenni clutched her phone, wanting to cry but unable to: […I'm not tired of it, I don't miss it. The assembly line is fine. This is the simple and unpretentious life we lead as a couple.]
Wen Zhenni thinks she is quite open, but compared with Xi Miao, she is just a pure little shrimp.
Seeing Wen Zhenni's refusal to budge, Xi Miao felt deeply frustrated at not being able to share his great invention with anyone, so he resorted to his ultimate move: "I don't care. You agreed last time. I have a deadline tonight where you have to send me the dimensions. Do you understand? Otherwise, I'll come to Taraf tomorrow and provide you with □□."
Then he threw out a long string of bloody kitchen knife emojis.
Wen Zhenni: [……]
When I replied again, there was no movement from the other side.
She put her phone on the table, thought for a moment, and then hesitantly asked someone who was concentrating on eating: "...Husband, have you ever thought about trying something different?"
Unable to speak directly, she gave an example cryptically: "For example, something you have never done, or perhaps you would rather not do?"
Ci Heng narrowed her eyes, as if truly considering what she was saying. "What do I disdain to do? What do you mean? Sex?"
See how terrible it is to talk to smart people.
That look was as if her fickle mind had been seen through.
How could she dare to ask him if he wanted to experience it?
Just thinking about it in my head makes my face burn.
"...Nothing, just asking." Wen Zhenni's mouth was knotted, her ears were red, and she buried her head in eating.
At that time, she thought Xi Miao was just saying it casually, who would have thought there would be a follow-up.
After dinner, Wen Zhenni asked the maid for a leather measuring tape.
Thinking of what I wanted to do, I hesitated outside the study for a long time before pushing open the door.
"Are you busy?" After she went in, she saw Ciheng sitting on a chair behind the desk, holding his cell phone and talking to someone.
Wen Zhenni paused at the door, hesitating whether to go over. Ciheng looked up and saw her, raised the corner of his lips slightly, and waved. Only then did she tiptoe over to him.
Ciheng handed her the phone: "Say hello to mom."
Wen Zhenni put the phone to her ear and called "Mom" sweetly.
On the other end of the phone, Zhuang Minghua was concerned about whether she had fun, whether she had eaten well, and whether Ciheng was too busy with work and not taking good care of her.
Wen Zhenni still defended him in front of her mother-in-law: "... He was fine, he accompanied me... No, we had a lot of fun and tried almost all the local delicacies."
Zhuang Minghua listened and said with relief, "This kid is just like his father, a dull guy who doesn't understand romance. He even thought of taking a vacation to celebrate his wedding anniversary."
Wen Zhenni looked at Ciheng, her heart skipping a beat. Xi Miao had guessed it right.
After that, Zhuang Minghua gave them a few more instructions, said good night to each other, and then hung up the phone.
Wen Zhenni put her phone back on the desk. She no longer wanted to think about anything else. She just wanted to finish the job quickly and get her measurements done.
"Um...my dear husband." She blinked and pinched two fingers to make a heart shape for him. "I have a small favor to do you a favor. I need your cooperation."
Ci Heng didn't even raise his eyes. The topic was irrelevant and he coldly refused: "We won't discuss sex tonight. You can go to bed early."
Who cares if he wants sex or not? She's just here to complete the task. Wen Zhenni raised the tape measure: "I'm just taking your measurements and then leaving."
"Measure your measurements?" Ci Heng finally looked up at her, scrutinizing her. "Why?"
Even though he asked this, he turned around naturally, opened his arms to face her, and said with an attitude of asking for anything. "You've been sneaking around all night. What are you up to?"
"No way." There was nothing sneaky about it.
Wen Zhenni casually stretched the tape measure around his chest width. Without blushing or beating her heart, she lied, "I just thought you looked so handsome at the ceremony today, and I was in a good mood, so I ordered you some new clothes as a reward."
Ci Heng lowered his eyes and watched her perfunctorily measure her bust and waist a few times, then wrote down the data in the memo on his phone and commented, "Your technique isn't very professional. I didn't even take off my clothes."
Wen Zhenni blurted out, "Why do you have to take off your clothes?"
She regretted it the moment she said it. If it was custom-made clothing, she would have to take off her coat and wear only her underwear so that the measurements could be accurate.
Wen Zhenni realized later that Xi Miao had dug a huge hole for himself.
She quickly made up for it, "The study... the study is equipped with a camera. I am responsible for your privacy."
The man listened to her nonsense and said with a smile: "It's simple. If the study doesn't work, then go back to the bedroom."
The one who thinks quickly is awesome.
Wen Zhenni couldn't refute a single word: "..."
Ciheng didn't give her a chance to regret. He grabbed her wrist and led her into the bedroom.
He quickly took off his shirt and trousers, leaving only a small piece of clothing underneath. Then he stood before her with his arms outstretched, looking like a gentleman who would absolutely cooperate with her: "I'm ready, come on."
What's good about it? Wen Zhenni really regretted what she said just now. Now she was forced to do it and had to bite the bullet to measure the measurements of the half-naked man.
Starting with shoulder width, she poked his arm: "Turn around."
The man turned around obediently. Wen Zhenni pulled out the leather measuring tape, placed it on the shoulder line, and her eyes inevitably fell on the smooth and tight muscle lines.
Her throat lurched, and she hastily looked away, not daring to look any longer, fearing she would lose control and be tackled.
After measuring the shoulder width, the next step was the chest circumference. The man turned around to face her, his bulging chest muscles exposed, rising and falling in front of his eyes with his heartbeat.
Wen Zhenni's fingertips accidentally touched it, leaving a shallow dent, and her arm felt like it had been electrocuted, numb and tingling.
She felt strange, as if someone had taken her soul away, and she felt a little uncomfortable. She tried to calm herself down, holding her breath, and almost pressed her whole body against this warm body. She put her arms under her armpits and stretched them behind her back, pulling the tape measure forward.
Her cheek was pressed against the slightly warm skin, and the fragrance of the shower gel evaporated by the body temperature lingered in her breath, but even so, her mind was already spinning and she felt dizzy.
It's really strange. I don't feel this weird feeling when I'm actually doing it, but when the atmosphere is subtle, it makes me blush and my heart race. It's like a couple who just started dating and blush for a long time just holding hands.
Wen Zhenni's hands were shaking. The more anxious she got, the harder it was to get the tape measure in place. She fumbled with this simple action several times.
Ci Heng saw sweat on her forehead and nose and found it quite funny: "Why are you shaking? I have a thorn on my body, did it prick you?"
The familiar sarcastic tone made people grit their teeth. Wen Zhenni wanted to bite him to death.
"Don't go any further. Look carefully before you measure. You're measuring your armpits, not your chest." He seemed to be annoyed. He kindly held her hand and adjusted the tape measure down to the thickest part of her chest muscles. "This is the chest circumference. Understand?"
"I understand." Wen Zhenni pulled her hand back. Although she was not hot, she felt her back was sticky with sweat, hot and irritable.
When she measured the most embarrassing hip circumference, Wen Zhenni's face was as red as a boiled shrimp.
The man in front of her was still staring intently at her ears. After a few seconds, he asked, "Why are you blushing?"
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The author has something to say: Have you all started school yet? [Breaking into tears] Don’t go~~~~~~~ I’ll show you how to break a stone with my chest [Please]
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