When people relax, they tend to indulge themselves. Holding the bowl, Wei Zhi ate all the remaining rice in the pot with a good appetite... Actually, there wasn't much, only about two bowls. When she finally used the rice spoon to clean the pot, Shan Chong couldn't help but say, "Let me just remind you that you didn't eat much for dinner, not that you didn't eat a single bite."
Weizhi looked up at him from behind the rice cooker.
The man added expressionlessly, "It even looked like he vomited a little."
Wei Zhi: "I'm not even allowed to eat."
Shan Chong hooked a finger over the rice cooker and took a look. He obviously had no idea what she was complaining about - there was not a grain of rice left in the rice cooker. It was clean and the inside could be put back in place by just rinsing it with water.
He let go of the rice cooker.
The rice cooker with one leg raised fell to the ground with a "bang". The man's fingers bent and hooked the soft flesh on her chin - her chin was originally small and pointed, but he forced it to be more prominent.
"Look at your meat."
She raised her face, she had just finished eating, her body was warm, her face was rosy, and she stared at him with great power.
Compared to other eye shapes, round eyes always have an advantage, and they seem to be bright and energetic at all times. Her eyelashes are long and thick, and they flicker like a small fan...
She was in her twenties, but had a face of a 17 or 18-year-old. She stared at him eagerly for a bite of food, as if she would attack him if he said anything wrong...
It's really cute.
Shan Chong retracted his finger without changing his expression, "It's okay."
Weizhi: “?”
Shan Chong: "Would you like another bowl of soup? There's still half a leg left of the chicken, right?"
Wei Zhi: "One second you complained that I ate too much, and now you want to strangle me to death?"
Shan Chong glanced at her lazily and said perfunctorily, "Well, I just suddenly realized that you could eat more... Eat or not? If not, I'll wash the dishes."
Wei Zhi washed and cut two pears that Ms. Yang had brought from the refrigerator, put them in a bowl, and leaned against the sink holding the bowl to watch the man wash the dishes...
He was a little full from eating, so she passed a piece of pear to his mouth. When she saw him take it away with his side face, she was silent for a moment and asked, "Can we dry the clothes in the washing machine together?"
Shan Chong put the washed dishes on the dish rack and turned his head to look at her expressionlessly.
Wei Zhi: "The clothesline is broken. I can't reach it."
The man wiped the water off his hands, walked back to the balcony, opened the cabinet next to the washing machine, took out a white remote control from the compartment where the laundry beads were placed, pressed the "di di" button, and the clothes drying pole on the balcony lowered.
He stuffed the remote control back into the silent little girl's hand and said ruthlessly: "I am a rich man, not poor. I have seen automatic clothes drying racks before."
He paused.
“Even if you haven’t seen it before, you’ll probably think about what the telescopic rack on the clothesline is used for.”
Wei Zhi threw the remote control into the cabinet where it was originally placed with a dark face, squatted down and took out the washed clothes while she was drying the clothes, Shan Chong went into the bathroom and took a shower.
When she came out, she changed into a short-sleeved black T-shirt. Weizhi was just bending over to take out the last piece of clothing from the washing machine. When she looked up, she saw the man standing not far away, looking at her with his arms folded, and water was still dripping from his hair...
A drop of water fell on his neck, following the curve of his slender neck to his collarbone.
Weizhi stood still, holding the piece of clothing.
Her eyes became a little subtle: "You know that no matter what, you should sleep on the sofa, right?"
Shan Chong said "Oh", "I just wanted to ask you where the hair dryer is?"
Weizhi threw the clothes in her hand with great momentum, and walked towards the man like a crab. She stood on tiptoes in front of him, hooked her arm around his neck and pulled him down.
He took the initiative to offer his lips.
She had just put a candy in her mouth after dinner and was enjoying it happily. Now her mouth was full of the taste of fruit candy and cantaloupe... Dan Chong just took a bite at first and was quite satisfied, so he deepened the kiss.
His large hands fell on her waist.
After rubbing her twice, he felt that she could still eat as she wished. While thinking about it, he picked her up and placed her on the back of the sofa.
When the tip of his tongue hooked onto the tip of her tongue, his hands weren't very honest either.
Wei Zhi knelt down and clamped his hand.
The man felt a soft touch pressing on the palms and the backs of his hands, which were a little cold... His eyes were lazy, and after thinking about it, he didn't try to break free from this pressure that had no restraint at all. He just withdrew his tongue from her lips, tilted his head, and looked at her.
"don't want?"
he asked.
He leaned very close to her when he spoke, and his thin lips touched the tip of her nose when he moved——
It's a question.
That deep voice filled with exploding hormones was magnetic and a little bit seductive, enough to make one's scalp tingle. Even though one knew he had bad intentions, one still wanted to fall into the sweet trap he had woven willingly.
Wei Zhi nuzzled his and said coquettishly, "I haven't showered yet."
"I didn't wash it last time either," Shan Chong was puzzled, "I didn't touch it?"
Although it is true.
But when he said that suddenly, she immediately blushed and raised her hand to cover his mouth, her ears so red that blood seemed to be dripping.
He didn't dodge either. Her hands were very soft, and the clothes still smelled of detergent beads after drying. I don't know what brand she used, but the pink beads smelled a bit like ice cream...
Sweet.
He kissed the palm of her hand.
Weizhi pressed his shoulders, jumped off the sofa and said she was going to take a shower. She pointed at the last piece of clothing that had not been dried yet and instructed the man to dry it, then rushed back to the bathroom as if escaping.
He even locked the door.
My body was just burning with anger and my temples were throbbing with pain.
The man looked helplessly in the direction where she disappeared, and at the hazy figure behind the bathroom glass. He wavered for a moment, but in the end he said nothing. He picked up the clothes she had thrown on the ground, shook them open and took a look -
A pair of jeans.
Shan Chong dried her jeans for her.
During this time, he thought about the first time she met him, he just came out of the shower wearing only a pair of jeans, and she stared at him for a long time... Standing on the balcony, he smiled to himself.
Just as I was about to turn around and get the sofa ready for the night, the bathroom door opened. The little girl stuck half of her head out and asked with a red face, "Help me get a towel from the closet."
The man is making the sofa.
With one hand on the sofa back, he raised his head and looked at her across the living room for a few seconds, then he smiled.
…
In the bathroom, a freshly washed white bath towel was casually thrown into the sink.
Weizhi was sitting next to the sink with one button of her shirt undone. The hem of her skirt, which was usually tucked into her skirt, was a little long, barely covering her thighs.
A hint of white fabric edge was visible.
The girl was wearing white socks, which were now hanging in the air, stuck on both sides of the man's waist... As his kiss deepened, she fell back with a "hmm", her feet hanging in the air swayed, and she leaned back against his waist, hooked her feet back, and stepped on the small depression on his lower back.
The atmosphere in the air gradually became thick and viscous.
If she had any concerns before, after tonight's thrilling experience, Wei Zhi felt like she had already gone to the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Now everything we do is legal and compliant.
She just felt a little uncomfortable when he teased her. When his big hands pressed against her skin, she subconsciously dodged and kissed the corner of his moist lips, saying hypocritically: "I asked you to bring a bath towel, what are you doing?"
He moved his hand to other places.
She immediately shut up, hugged his neck with both hands, and fell into his arms, sobbing like a little animal, rubbing her nose against his neck flatteringly.
"Oh, just a bath towel, right?"
Shan Chong moved slowly and looked up at the upper right side of the sink, behind Weizhi's head - there was a clothes hanger with a metal brass rod, and plaid bath towels were neatly hung on the hanger.
"What's that behind you?"
Wei Zhi ignored him, buried her bare face deeper into his neck, and refused to speak again.
The light in the bathroom is too bright.
Suddenly I feel very ashamed.
"Can you please turn off the light?"
"It's lit?"
"Um."
She didn't dare to raise her head, she hummed softly and inhaled the scent of him——
The man who had just finished taking a shower smelled of the soap she had placed in the bathroom. She had never used the soap, she just placed it there to diffuse the odor and act as a perfume diffuser...
Clean taste.
After she complained about the bathroom light, he took off his T-shirt.
Holding Weizhi into the shower room.
It's a little darker in the shower room than in the one with the mirror light.
"What about this?"
She stopped talking.
When their skin touched each other, they both sighed silently, and forgot everything in that second...
Just thinking about the intimacy of skin-to-skin contact may increase the amount of dopamine secreted in your brain more than running 3,000 meters downstairs on the playground.
This may be the most essential and basic scientific principle of the harmony of yin and yang in human beings.
Shan Chong raised his hand and turned on the shower in the bathroom. The hot water rolled down, and the temperature in the small shower room continued to rise. In the misty water, Wei Zhi thought of what he did in the gym last time -
The difference was that this time she didn't have any clothes to get wet.
The hot water poured over her body, soaking the last bit of fabric on her body. When the man raised his hand to adjust the showerhead and tried to move away, he felt her hands wrapped around his waist and her wet face pressed against his chest.
"I'm taking a shower," her voice sounded less soft than usual, with a little hoarseness, "Don't move away."
She said this, looking up.
Her chin, which had gained some weight recently, pressed against his firm chest muscles. In the steam, her black eyes looked at him with tears in her eyes: "Just take it off."
The words came out in an instant.
She could feel the man holding her waist stiffen.
For a while, the only sound in the small shower cubicle was the gurgling of water. Her breathing was as weak as a cat's, and he lowered his eyes and looked at her expressionlessly.
After about a century, the man raised his lips, raised his hand, and used his rough fingertips to push away the hair that was stuck to her cheeks due to moisture: "Do you know what you are saying?"
Wei Zhi didn't have time to nod or shake his head.
At this time she heard him add, "Forget it, it doesn't matter whether you know or not, you've already said it", and before she could react, she was pressed against the bathroom wall by him.
The cold tile wall froze her and she screamed, but the next second he covered her from behind, and the extremely high temperature from his back almost melted her...
White steam blurred everything in the shower.
All that could be heard was her uncertain sobs in resistance and the man's increasingly heavy breathing.
About ten minutes passed.
The bathroom door opened, and a few balls of wet cloth were thrown out. Then a white and tender hand stretched out and placed it on the man's outstretched arm, rubbing it...
Then he was grabbed by the backhand and pushed back into the shower room.
A clear water mark was scratched on the glass wall that was originally covered with water vapor and turned milky white.
The little girl had her back to him and could not see behind her, so with her vision impaired, all her other senses were magnified...
The temperature continued to rise, and the water vapor soon blurred the mirror again.
He raised his head, pulled her up and kissed her ear, rubbing everything on his lips against her neck.
She dodged.
"What are you hiding from?" He lowered his eyes, his pupils were dark and bottomless, "Do you want to go out?"
She shook her head.
Nodded again.
When the man came close to her, she turned around, hugged him, and said in silence, "It happened suddenly."
Shan Chong put his arm around her waist: "Hmm?"
Mamoru: “I don’t know why it turned out like this—”
Shan Chong: “Oh.”
Wei Zhi: "So, did you notice that something seemed to be missing?"
Shan Chong looked down at her, wanting to ask her what was missing, but when the words came to his lips he remembered them and the corners of his lips suddenly tightened. He called her name and asked her if she did it on purpose.
She has the ability to plot against him and now he has many children and grandchildren.
Shaking her head obediently, she sighed and moved closer to his arms. Shan Chong wanted to ask her why she sighed. She had already let him serve her once, so wasn't he the one who was about to explode now?
After thinking for a while, he held her tighter in his arms: "Maybe it's God's will."
Weizhi: “Ah?”
Shan Chong said seriously, "The fortune teller said that when I'm 30, I'll have a child who will run errands for me and buy cigarettes for me."
Wei Zhi: “…”
After being at a loss for three seconds, she realized what he was talking about, raised her hand and slapped him, meaning that he should be more normal and not think that he could get on the bus first and buy the ticket later without being beaten!
Shan Chong certainly can't do that.
Just a joke.
There was nothing he could do at this point, he could only accept it, and with a helpless smile he turned the slippery person in his arms around and pressed her against the bathroom wall. Then when she turned around to look at him in confusion, he reached out and pressed her waist down.
…
This bath took nearly an hour.
When he came out, Weizhi was carried out lying on his side.
Her fingertips were wrinkled from soaking, so she pinched him with her almost numb hands: "Are you a devil?"
At this moment, Shan Chong said that he was not full, but he had eaten a meal, and his brows were full of relaxation and laziness. He wrapped her in the bath towel he had brought before (it came in handy after all), carried her back to the room, carefully wiped the water off her body, and reached out to pry her legs apart——
She was quite scared.
As soon as his hand touched her, she shrank back wrapped in the towel.
The man raised his eyebrows: "What are you hiding? I'll just take a look."
Her face was flushed, as if it were burning.
"What are you looking at!"
If she hadn't moved, she wouldn't have known. She had just realized that her waist and legs were aching, and the inside of her legs were burning. He was really cruel. She had just taken a quick look in the bathroom, and her waist was covered with handprints from his strangulation. It was shocking...
Damn.
Isn’t skiing a leg sport?
This guy has such a strong hand!
She reached out her hand and gently touched the inside of her thigh. As soon as she touched it, she made a "hiss" sound and pulled her hand back abruptly. She grabbed the pillow and slapped him on the face: "Your skin is broken! I just asked you to wait -"
Shan Chong was hit by her pillow, helpless, he raised his hand to take the weapon waving in her hand, threw it away, picked up the agitated person and kissed her angry eyes: "Can that wait? Won't it hurt more if you wait?"
She kicked him.
The soft feet rested on his lower abdomen.
She stepped on it and felt it felt good. She was stunned for a few seconds. She felt like she was riding on the emperor's head and was so happy that she couldn't help but step on it twice more...
Until his hand grabbed her ankle, he raised his eyes, pulled her legs apart and took a look, and when she screamed and stretched out her hands to barely cover the key parts, he glanced at her with a calm expression, meaning, we've been touched and eaten, so what's there to block?
He didn't push her hand away, but just glanced at her thigh. It was a little red, but the skin was not broken.
He got out of bed and put on his clothes. When he came back, Weizhi had quickly put on her panties and nightgown. She was now lying on the bed, looking at him warily.
He took a tube of penicillin eye ointment from somewhere and squeezed it on his fingertips. He stood by the bed and looked at her. He paused and said expressionlessly, "What are you looking at me for? Apply the ointment."
"...Can't you speak a little softer? Didn't these few days of winter camp give you any inspiration? Where is the gentle soul that can get a compliment just by crossing a pole?"
She moved while muttering, pulling up the hem of her pajamas.
She stopped again, bit her lip and looked up at him.
Her lips, which had originally turned red from his bite, now became like a truly blooming rose. She grabbed the hem of her skirt with one of her tender white hands and pulled it up. The hem of her skirt was just above her knees in her hand, and wrinkles appeared on the fabric.
The man looked at her, his eyes darkened slightly, and his Adam's apple moved.
Wei Zhi felt that the tone of the gaze falling on the back of his hand was not right.
She looked at him with a wary look on her face: "What's wrong?"
The man climbed onto the bed, picked her up, put her in his arms, slapped away her hands that were holding the hem of her skirt to cover her, and applied medicine to her with a wooden face - his hands were still very strong, making her scream in pain. He rubbed her with his fingertips a little, and she squeezed in his arms.
The anger that had just been extinguished almost rose up again.
He couldn't bear it any longer and pressed her waist, slapping her face as a warning: "If you move again, I'll do it again."
When Wei Zhi heard this, he was stunned.
I turned around and looked at him. He didn't look like he was just joking.
"What else? Aren't you tired?" She asked with trembling lips, and immediately said, "Forget it, I don't care if you are tired or not, anyway, I am tired, I am like this, don't you want to walk tomorrow, what else can I do-"
He lowered his eyes and glanced lightly across her lips.
She felt it.
She immediately pursed her lips, hugged his waist and shrank back into his arms, allowing him to apply the entire tube of ointment. She didn't utter a single word, sweating profusely, and rubbed him aggrievedly.
Shan Chong applied the medicine, threw away the ointment, got out of bed and washed his hands.
When he came back, he directly lifted the quilt, hugged her tightly, and lay down together -
Now no one discusses the issue of who sleeps on the sofa anymore.
They're taking a bath together, so what's there to be pretentious about if they want to sleep together?
Wei Zhi yawned. She was originally lying with her back to the man, but now she couldn't help but turn over. She was sleepy, but when she thought of the series of things that had just happened, her mind was filled with anxiety.
She was so shocked that she couldn't sleep.
So her hands were unconsciously digging the edge of the man's T-shirt collar. She pricked up her eyelids and insisted on grabbing him to chat. They talked about what they would do after returning to Chongli. How long would they stay there until the New Year? It would be a long time.
"Teach you how to fly a stage?"
He put one hand on her back and patted her gently, as if he was coaxing a baby. The coach who was paid six thousand dollars an hour was now well-fed and looked easy to talk to.
Wei Zhi raised her head in his arms: "Can I fly on the platform now?"
"Small ones are OK," he said. "By the end of the year, I think you can get a job doing direct flights and grabbing boards. FS180° or BS180° shouldn't be a problem."
Wei Zhi paused and asked, "In order to avoid me misunderstanding the current atmosphere, I will just ask you casually, can you agree to any request I make now?"
Shan Chong thought about it and felt that this seemed to be the case, and he tolerantly let out a "hmm" sound from deep in his nose.
Weizhi: “Oh.”
Mamoru: "...I want to learn how to carve and feel the snow."
Wei Zhi: "Can you teach me?"
Shan Chong: “…”
For two seconds, there was dead silence on the bed.
After a while, Wei Zhi was trembling with fear when he heard a few cold words squeezed out from the deceived man, who was obviously biting his back teeth:
"You really haven't changed your original intention."