Chapter 94: Sister, Can I Kiss You?
It was almost noon after dinner. Song Yu went back to her room, took a shower, and took a nap on the bed. She was exhausted these days and urgently needed to catch up on sleep.
Zhou Ci didn't go out that afternoon. He knew Song Yu was taking a nap, so he didn't bother him. He just kept working in his study. He didn't know about others, but he was always very particular about his time. A nap would only slow down his ability to make money.
When Song Yu was awakened by the ringing of her cell phone, the room was still pitch black. She had no idea what time it was, only the flickering screen. She answered a call from the R&D center, listening to the chief engineer report on a new round of test data. Her eyes drifted unconsciously to the door—it was quiet outside, not a sound the entire afternoon. She had slept soundly.
After hanging up the phone, she got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She washed her face before she regained consciousness. She found a set of home clothes in the cloakroom and walked out of the room.
The living room was filled with the aroma of bergamot and cedarwood. After following Zhou Ci around so often, she had grown to like the scent. The battlefield she and Zhou Ci had fought in that morning had already been cleaned. The center island was pristine, the countertops were spotless, the kitchen floor was mopped to a gleaming shine, and the small appliances were returned to their original positions.
"Is the madam awake?" Aunt Yu poked her head out of the laundry room. Before Song Yu could ask, she took the initiative to explain Zhou Ci's whereabouts. "The master is in the fitness area."
Song Yu nodded, walked along the corridor bathed in the setting sun towards the water bar, poured a cup of warm water into the thermos glass kettle, and drank it sip by sip, her eyes inadvertently sweeping across the fitness area at the end of the water bar.
The warm water slid across her throat, bringing a soothing warmth. Just as she was about to look away, her sight was suddenly grabbed and firmly fixed on the fitness area.
The one who caught her eye was Zhou Ci.
He had his back to her, doing pull-ups facing the full-length French window. The last rays of the setting sun filtered through the window, outlining his entire backside with incredible clarity.
Song Yu's breathing suddenly stopped and he even forgot to swallow the water.
She had never seen Zhou Ci like this before, so close and without any defense.
The broad shoulders and back lines are bulging, and the sweaty back muscles are like spread butterfly wings. With each pull-up movement, the back muscle groups rise and fall clearly and tighten, forming an inverted triangle full of power, and converging all the way to the narrow waistline.
Sweat pooled on his taut skin, snaked down the hollow of his spine, and flowed into the loose waistband of his sweatpants, glittering in the afterglow of the setting sun. His clothes were completely wet, the fabric sticking to his skin, outlining every inch of the firm and plump flesh underneath.
The veins in his forearms were knotted with effort, brimming with explosive tension; his biceps and triceps bulged high, the muscle fibers sliding and expanding, and every exertion of force carried an almost primitive beauty of power...
Song Yu was watching fascinated when Zhou Ci suddenly jumped down, turned around, faced Song Yu, and walked towards the barbell.
His profile was focused and stern, as serious as his work, completely absorbed in every stretch and contraction of his muscles. His jawline was taut, his Adam's apple sliding up and down with the movements, and the strands of hair on his forehead were completely damp with sweat, sticking messily to his full forehead.
His expression was cold and distant, completely different from the Zhou Ci Song Yu usually saw. He had an almost feral, heart-pounding aggression.
"Cough... cough..." Song Yu was not paying attention and the cup of water in his hand shook suddenly, and the warm water unexpectedly went into his trachea.
She covered her mouth in embarrassment, and her violent cough instantly broke the silence of the area. Song Yu hurriedly lowered her head, her cheeks burning uncontrollably. The scenes just now, with an astonishing heat, were deeply imprinted in her eyes, and she could not forget them no matter how hard she tried.
Song Yu didn't even dare to look in that direction again. He only felt that in the space dyed red by the setting sun, there was a light source that was so scorching that it was impossible to look directly at it, emitting an invisible and suffocating attraction.
She turned stiffly, her back to the fitness area, and pretended to focus on the newly arranged flowers in the living room. Only her slightly trembling fingertips and the rapid rise and fall of her chest revealed that her heart was not as calm as she appeared.
“Click!”
The sound of the barbell falling off the rack startled Song Yu so much that she took a step back. She couldn't help but look back, but Zhou Ci was walking towards her while wiping his sweat with a towel.
The sweat-soaked sweatpants clung to her hips, and the mermaid line drew a thrilling shadow against her wet body. Her abdominal muscles formed sharp folds during the movements, and a drop of sweat hung precariously in the depression of her belly button, making her size, which could not be ignored, even more prominent.
"Awake?" Zhou Ci walked over to her, the waistband of his sweatpants sliding down half an inch with his steps. "How did you sleep?"
Song Yu's eyes were glued to the faintly visible bone width line until he was awakened by the sound of water being poured into a cup: "Very...good, I've always had good sleep."
She put the cup she had been holding back on the bar, but her fingertips accidentally touched the glass kettle, and the water flowed all over the counter. She hurriedly took out a tissue to wipe it, and Zhou Ci's shadow, with its scorching heat, suddenly enveloped her.
"You're so clumsy! This isn't like you at all." Zhou Ci pulled out two pieces of paper and leaned over to wipe the water that had splashed onto Song Yu's calf. His knuckles scraped across the protruding bone of her ankle. He looked up at her and asked seriously, "Are you nervous, sister?"
Song Yu quickly retracted her foot as if she had been scalded, and her lower back accidentally hit the refrigerator door. Zhou Ci took the opportunity to stand up and press the ice cube on her red earlobe: "Sister, your ears are red, so hot that you can fry an egg on them."
The ice cubes caused Song Yu's body to tremble slightly, but his gaze slid uncontrollably to his chest muscles, which were rising and falling slightly with his breathing, and beads of sweat were sliding down his collarbone.
"Sister, what are you looking at?" Zhou Ci suddenly held her hand and pressed it against his heart. Her sweaty skin felt hot like an iron, and her hand was numb from her vigorous heartbeat.
The glass of the water bar reflected the overlapping figures of the two people. Song Yu saw in the glass that her collar was slightly loosened as she was pulled, and the thumb of Zhou Ci's other hand was lightly caressing her bare shoulders.
Song Yu was very sure that Zhou Ci was flirting with her again.
Perhaps her impression of Zhou Ci was too stereotyped. Six years ago, she would never have imagined that the brother she had watched grow up would become what he is now six years later.
She remembered that Zhou Ci six years ago was pretty, well-behaved and obedient to her. Six years later, he became strong, powerful and very aggressive. Being well-behaved and obedient was just a way for him to tease her. He quietly appreciated her being dazed and at a loss because of his teasing, while he switched between several states with ease.
This contract marriage was different from what she had imagined, and it seemed to have gone astray from the original agreement between the two.
However, Song Yu did not think that this was developing in a bad direction.
In an open contractual marriage, the two people live their own lives after marriage without crossing each other's boundaries. Of course, they do not invest feelings in each other, so deep binding is more beneficial.
She is no longer the Song Yu she was at 18, when liking and being liked were equally important.
Song Yu couldn't deny that she was currently attracted to Zhou Ci, whether this attraction was simply based on sexual desire or something more complex. She hadn't given it much thought, but she knew that this feeling was just as overwhelming, just as hard to resist, and not at all unpleasant.
Besides, she is always passive and defensive, which is not in line with her personality.
She has been outstanding since she was a child, how could she be so useless that she would be defeated and surrender after being teased by Zhou Ci.
Now that she was feeling rebellious, she naturally wanted to confront Zhou Ci head-on and have a good fight. It was just the kind of ambiguous flirtation between men and women, who wouldn't know that?
"Sister, there's water here too." Zhou Ci's fingers stopped at Song Yu's collarbone. His eyes followed the collarbone down and stopped at the edge of the collar. "Do you want me to help you wipe it off?"
"Okay! Help me wipe it." Song Yu suddenly took the initiative. She pushed her long hair to the other side, revealing a large area of snow-white hair on her shoulder.
Zhou Ci did not think deeply about the deeper meaning of Song Yu's actions. He just acted decisively, but this time he was not so comfortable.
Song Yu had been looking at him, her eyes hooking him like little hooks. She put her right hand on his shoulder, leaned her left elbow back on the bar, but her chest and shoulders were raised, as if it was a silent invitation to him, but also as if she hadn't said anything at all. It was extremely annoying.
From this angle, Song Yu could clearly see that Zhou Ci's eyes had darkened, the veins on the back of his hand holding the tissue were bulging, and his seemingly calm face was actually not calm at all.
Song Yu felt a little proud. She had been led around by Zhou Ci every day, but now she had finally turned the tables.
However, Zhou Ci seemed to have reached the limit of his patience. He didn't pay attention and didn't control the strength of his hand, so he rubbed Song Yu's collarbone red.
Song Yu hissed in pain, and his fingertips with cat-eye manicure pinched into the grooves of Zhou Ci's back muscles along his shoulders. He grabbed with a little force, and his hands were covered with sweat.
Zhou Ci groaned and carried Song Yu to the bar. The cold countertop stimulated Song Yu to unconsciously close his legs, but his knees rubbed against the outline of the bulge in Zhou Ci's sweatpants.
Amidst the subtle sound of fabric rubbing against each other, Zhou Ci suddenly lifted her neck and said, "Sister, can I kiss you?"
Before Song Yu could answer, there was a sudden noise from the French window. Aunt Yu hunched over, cowering there like a thief.
Seeing the two employers looking at her, especially the male employer, with a sinister look on his face as if his good time had been interrupted, Aunt Yu felt a little nervous and pointed innocently at the treadmill behind her: "Sir, you didn't turn it off, so I came over to turn it off..."
She felt that she was wronged and she didn't want to be a third wheel. She was just working diligently during working hours. After all, she had to be worthy of the high salary given by her employer.
Aunt Yu glanced at Song Yu's bare feet dangling outside the bar, and quickly lowered her head, not daring to look up again.
After a moment of stalemate, she suddenly turned and walked towards the audio-visual room next to the fitness area, muttering to herself: "I think I left my phone in the audio-visual room. I have to go look for it..."
The male employer looked very aggressive. He had just finished his work in the morning and was able to continue working again after a nap in the afternoon. I wonder if the female employer can bear it.
Young people are so energetic that they can't wait to stick together 24 hours a day.
She also didn't want to disturb her employers' lovemaking. It would be better for them to go back to their rooms and make love. After all, they couldn't stop working.
The male employer would not let them stay here at night. Even though there was a nanny room at home, he would rather spend money to find another house for them to live in.
If they didn't leave at a certain time in the evening, the male employer would not kick them out, but his face would become gloomy. It was really scary. How could such a young girl be so imposing?
Aunt Yu complained in her heart as she walked.
After she disappeared, Zhou Ci turned around, his face full of disappointment at being interrupted: "I really want to drive them all away."
Song Yu asked in return: "Who cooks the meals at home? Who washes the clothes? Who takes care of the sanitation?"
This is a difficult problem that even someone as smart as Zhou Ci cannot solve.
After all, these aunties are usually very careful about their manners. During working hours, they either stay in the kitchen, the laundry room, or the nanny's room, and will not come into the owner's living area unless they are cleaning and tidying up things.
But even so, Zhou Ci still felt troubled by having his life disturbed.
He has been used to being alone since he was a child. Except for Song Yu, who grew up with him, he doesn't like anyone else to appear in his private life. He doesn't welcome it and even hates it.
The wind blew in through the broken aluminum windows, and Song Yu shivered. Zhou Ci took advantage of the situation and hugged her in his arms: "Sister, you haven't answered my question yet."
Song Yu's hair had gotten tangled in Zhou Ci's buttons at some point. She was concentrating on unbuttoning her hair and asked casually, "What's the problem?"
Zhou Ci's voice was hoarse and inaudible: "Sister, can I kiss you?"
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