Chapter 14. Is this reward enough? ...
When Jin Huan asked this, Zhong Yan looked a little surprised, but the surprise quickly faded. He didn't speak, but just quietly looked at the person in front of him.
The girl's aggressive instincts were strong, but her eyes were gentle and clear. Most of her gaze was still on his lips. When she saw that he didn't speak, she moved forward and straightened up, so close that her warm breath could fall on his chin.
Jin Huan looked up and met his gaze.
His eyes were tolerant and gentle, filled with a faint tenderness. He didn't find her request offensive at all, and his tolerance led him to believe it was a tacit approval.
She braced herself with her hands beside her, her eyes seemingly filled with water, blinking very slowly, and then her lips touched his.
Jin Huan reacted more strongly; her breathing trembled, and she could only feel a warm touch on her lips that didn't belong to her. She almost froze.
Zhong Yan, on the other hand, didn't react much.
His eyes held a faint emotion, and the scent of a girl wafted from his nose. He couldn't quite place the exact smell, but it was something she often used to apply.
Jin Huan stayed close for a few seconds without making any other moves. Her heart was pounding like a drum, and she knew she couldn't take it anymore, so she pulled away a little.
Her chest heaved noticeably as she breathed out small breaths. Even though it was just a simple touch, she was already savoring the taste.
"Is this a good reward?" Zhong Yan finally spoke, his lips moving slightly, almost brushing against Jin Huan's lips. His voice was deep, sounding like a different kind of seduction.
Jin Huan thought to herself that it was more than that, but she only thought it to herself, because with her abilities she could only go this far, and she wouldn't be able to go any further.
She seems to really want to do that.
She seemed to like it.
"Can we continue?" Jin Huan asked boldly.
"Hmm... how should we continue?" He asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.
Jin Huan raised her hand and touched his sideburns. His hair was a little thicker and coarser than hers. Jin Huan had wanted to touch this spot for a long time. It made Mr. Zhong look particularly sexy.
Then she wrapped her arms around his neck.
This action caused Jin Huan to almost lie on top of him. The clothes he was wearing today were really too much. There were a few buttons on the collar of his knitted sweater, but he didn't button them all up. So Jin Huan could see a bit of skin on his chest, the very delicate texture of his pectoral muscles, and the broad, warm heat emanating from his chest. Just being this close made Jin Huan dizzy.
As she leaned forward to give him another kiss, Zhong Yan's kiss came at the same time. His lips were captured and gently sucked, and their breaths were exchanged in the action. He placed one hand on the back of her head and pressed the side of his palm against her hair. The warmth from his palm greatly soothed her tension, and she could only feel the warmth from the kiss between her lips.
Jin Huan was captivated by his mature scent; his gentle aura was so profound that it completely enveloped her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and her hands unconsciously tightened.
This was a real kiss, and Jin Huan couldn't resist it. Her whole body started to heat up. Zhong Yan placed his hand on her cheek, rubbed her face, stopped kissing her, and asked her in a hoarse voice, "...Is this reward enough?"
Zhong Yanlian controlled her body's natural reactions better than she could. Unlike Jin Huan, whose heart was pounding, he seemed calm, though his voice was slightly hoarse.
Jin Huan neither nodded nor shook her head. Her hands were still wrapped around his neck, and she leaned against him. Thinking about today at school, she didn't dare to look at him when she stood on the stage. Partly because she was nervous, and partly because her heart would inexplicably race whenever she saw him.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and she blinked, subconsciously implying that she felt it wasn't enough.
The girl was clearly nervous and scared, yet also a little greedy. Zhong Yan rubbed her head and whispered, "If this continues, it will get out of control."
Jin Huan said matter-of-factly, "It's okay if we can't handle it."
She had wanted to try and end things without making a move for a long time.
She liked it this way, and she liked Mr. Zhong even more. She wanted to be closer to him. Her desire and thoughts were written all over her face. Her undisguised appearance made Zhong Yan's eyes crinkle with laughter.
“Jin Huan, we have plenty of time…we can take it slow,” Zhong Yan said softly.
It wasn't for any other reason, but simply because taking things step by step would make her more relaxed and give her a better experience. Zhong Yan had taken this into consideration very comprehensively, caring for her feelings as if she were taking care of a child.
For girls, the experience is probably more important.
Jin Huan's eyes held a mixture of longing and confusion. She licked her lips, which still tasted slightly moist.
She couldn't quite describe her feelings.
During dinner that evening, Jin Huan sat opposite Zhong Yan, her gaze frequently drifting to his lips.
She kept thinking about the scene in the room. Zhong Yan was still wearing this cardigan. She could still vaguely remember the smell of the clothes. His scent was so strong that it lingered for a long time. Even though she was sitting opposite him, she could still feel his scent all around her.
Zhong Yan served her a bowl of clear oxtail soup. She had been sick a couple of days ago, and the family had been preparing nutritious and nourishing meals. He had specifically told the housekeeper that it would be best to make a soup with every meal so that Jin Huan could drink some.
Zhong Yan handed over the bowl: "Try this."
Zhong Yan's expression was calm and gentle, and his tone was as usual. When he reached out his hand, Jin Huan was stunned for a few seconds before taking the spoon: "Oh...try it."
So her attention was temporarily drawn to the food.
She quickly finished the bowl of soup. The white radish in it was very flavorful. Jin Huan originally didn't like eating radish, but she ate several pieces, chewing and swallowing them.
Eating radishes felt like eating meat... Zhong Yan was quite helpless.
There's only a little over a week until Lunar New Year's Eve. Zhong Yan wants to tell Jin Huan about Lunar New Year's Eve first, because she needs to go back to his grandfather's place with him.
His marriage had already spread throughout the family, and New Year's Eve was an important time for the family to gather together, so his wife needed to be with him.
"Will there be a lot of people?" Jin Huan asked worriedly as she wiped her mouth with a tissue.
Zhong Yan needs marriage, and Jin Huan will consciously take it as her mission to help him. Mr. Zhong needs a wife, and she is now his wife.
"Yes." Zhong Yan paused for a moment, then reassured her, "but you'll only have to eat one meal with them."
There was a lot of criticism within the family about his personal life. Rather than questioning the future of the family, it was more about coveting power. Of course, once Zhong Yan had power in his hands, there was no reason for him to hand it over.
Jin Huan smiled slightly. She was a little worried, but she turned around and comforted Zhong Yan, "It's okay, you don't need to worry about me."
There are often banquets like this at home. As long as you act generously and appropriately, you won't make any mistakes. Besides, if there's something she can't handle, there's always Zhong Yan there. He can always manage it.
In these matters, Jin Huan unconditionally trusts Zhong Yan. With him around, she feels an invisible sense of security, which gives her the courage to keep moving forward even if she is not so confident or worried.
Jin Huan smiled at Zhong Yan with her eyes crinkled. She felt full and energetic now that she had eaten, perhaps because of the kiss. She had shaken off her previous sickly look and felt full of vitality.
After a meal, I wanted to try the treadmill to help with digestion.
Zhong Yan jogs every night. He doesn't get out of breath or his face turns red after jogging, and he rarely sweats. Jin Huan, on the other hand, is much weaker and gets out of breath after exercising. Last year, she went to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, who said that her pulse was thin and rapid and that she had insufficient qi and blood, which must be because she doesn't exercise regularly.
It's funny how we can talk so much but feel a little embarrassed.
The treadmill was Zhong Yan's usual speed, which might be a bit fast for Jin Huan, so he adjusted it for her and let her do a simple warm-up first.
"Lean your body slightly forward, tighten your core, and pay attention to the direction of your leg strikes when running."
Jin Huan was given a ten-minute trial run, with Zhong Yan by her side. Counting the time, less than five minutes had passed when Jin Huan was already panting heavily, her face flushed, and she waved to Zhong Yan to get off.
Zhong Yan helped her stop slowly.
Jin Huan held onto the handrail, unable to utter a single word. Her chest heaved noticeably. Zhong Yan patted her back and chuckled helplessly.
Zhong Yan handed her some water, and Jin Huan took a big gulp. She explained shyly, "It's because I've been sick lately."
I already have poor athletic ability, and being sick makes me feel even more like I have insufficient lung capacity.
Zhong Yan didn't say anything, only responded softly, "I know."
Knowing that she was sick... his agreement made it seem even more like Jin Huan was making excuses, while Zhong Yan was just casually agreeing with her.
Jin Huan thought sadly that she would have to exercise for half an hour every night from now on, otherwise... even couples would get breathless...
Thinking of this, Jin Huan took a two-minute break and asked to continue.
So that her "doubles" wouldn't be embarrassing.
We need to persevere.
So, panting, she clenched her fists and continued running.
Zhong Yan didn't expect her to be so persistent, as if there was a cake placed in front of her to tempt her.
Because I exercised before bed, I slept exceptionally well that night.
She slept on this bed for a short while. Before, Jin Huan was a bit unfamiliar with beds and had a slow time falling asleep and light sleep. Today, she fell asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow and her mind wandered and she started dreaming.
She dreamed that she unbuttoned Mr. Zhong's sweater.
Jin Huan had been staring at him for a long time during the day. She was really curious about his chest and abdominal muscles. Mr. Zhong was so disciplined, his muscles must be very beautiful. After all, the feel of them was already so good even through his clothes.
"I want to untie it and see..." Jin Huan mumbled in his sleep.
The man's chest was firm and broad, his skin smooth and warm to the touch, and his hair was well-groomed, making his honey-colored muscles look even more sexy. Jin Huan was amazed that she could feel such a realistic touch even in her dream, and she couldn't help but reach in and touch him again.
The temperature and smell were also familiar, like a blanket covering her, and Jin Huan couldn't help but want to bury her whole head in the blanket.
It feels very comfortable, smells very nice, and... feels very soft to the touch.
A pair of warm, large hands seemed to land on her back, patting her gently, and said in a low, coaxing tone, "Alright, alright, that's enough."
"Hmm...not enough." Jin Huan frowned and retorted unhappily. Her voice, muffled in her throat, was like a layer of gentle water, not very clear, but it made it impossible for anyone to refuse. The hand grasped her wrist, stopping a further movement.
A surge of anger made Jin Huan want to condemn the instigator. She opened her eyes from her dream and found herself lying on a honey-colored, muscular chest.
Her collar was pulled open, and she reached her hand inside. Just a little further down, her wrist was held down by another hand.
No wonder dreams feel so real; it turns out they really are real.
Her mind was slowly working, trying to recall the actions in the dream. A few seconds later, Jin Huan looked up.
Zhong Yan's dark eyes were quietly watching her.
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