Chapter 35 is spraying water.
Jin Huan's face turned red in an instant.
She was only thinking it to herself, how did she end up saying it out loud?
Jin Huan pursed her lips, unable to resist glancing at him.
If he is the father.
I will spoil her from a young age, sometimes strict and sometimes gentle. I will give her the strongest support and backing, and spare no effort to teach her what kind of person she should be, so that she can be more confident, generous, and self-assured, and develop a more complete personality.
That way... you wouldn't have these little problems now.
Zhong Yan noticed the change in her gaze, from shyness to admiration, then to inquiry and dependence. Her eyes were almost glued to him, and he could guess what she was thinking.
Her eyes speak volumes; her emotions are fully revealed.
Zhong Yan didn't disturb her; he let her look and continue thinking.
As long as she's happy.
Until her gaze almost completely stopped.
Zhong Yan's gaze gradually darkened. He wondered what she was thinking about. It seemed like her mind had wandered off somewhere. Helpless, Zhong Yan called out to her.
"Jin Huan, do you really like it that much?"
She wants him to be her husband and to truly take on the responsibilities of a father.
That's what her eyes conveyed.
How could you have such a thought?
Jin Huan suddenly realized what was happening.
Those thoughts just now enveloped her like a large net. She suddenly took a deep breath, made eye contact with Zhong Yan for a second, and then quickly left, grabbing her things and rushing upstairs in a panic.
"Sir, I... I'll go tidy up first." She stammered, leaving behind a bag from the sofa, and left, leaving only a light breeze beside her.
Zhong Yan turned around and watched her go upstairs. Her hair was blown by the wind as she walked, like a butterfly.
They quickly disappeared from sight.
Zhong Yan had probably already guessed that something must have happened when Jin Huan went back to her aunt's place today, something related to her blood-related "father".
Zhong Yan did not ask directly.
After taking a shower and returning to bed, it was already past ten o'clock. Zhong Yan had finished work early today and rarely returned to his room early. He turned on the light and sat on the bed reading.
The bedding set was changed this morning, and there were large water stains on it. It had dried by the time I woke up, but it still had a faint scent.
Jin Huan felt embarrassed to let her aunt do it, so she changed herself, threw the clothes into the washing machine, and then picked out a new four-piece bedding set to change into.
They turned into hardworking little bees early in the morning and were very satisfied with their results.
Although it's been replaced with a new one, you can still smell that faint fragrance.
The fragrance lingered around Zhong Yan's nose, making it difficult for him to concentrate on reading. He held the pages with his fingers, his expression dazed for half a second before he looked down and focused his gaze on his fingertips.
The warm, sticky feeling on his fingertips, the sensation of being tightly enveloped, seemed to linger even now. The same faint fragrance lingered on his fingertips, accompanying him all day long.
Jin Huan finished packing up all the things she bought that day before returning to her room.
Under the light, Zhong Yan's fingers seemed to reflect water stains. His nails were very clean, with short and rounded edges. When he exerted force, his knuckles were distinct. Like others, the skin on the back of his hands was a warm and jade-like color.
Jin Huan's gaze lingered on his fingers, and she paused slightly. She couldn't help but recall the night before when she trembled and cried out in pain, and he examined her under the light of the bedside lamp.
His calm gaze acted like some kind of accelerator, allowing the water to flow continuously from its source until it soaked into a puddle and then dissolved.
It's merely a matter of perspective.
Areas not visible to the naked eye require further examination.
He pressed her with his fingertips.
Before Jin Huan realized that Zhong Yan had the potential to be a teacher. He could be the kind of homeroom teacher she feared most when she was in school, with a cold and indifferent gaze that would fixate on one spot without changing expression or ever looking away.
With his excellent eyesight, he should be able to see everything clearly.
There should be no visible injuries.
You might even have to wonder if she's really in pain when she cries out, or if she just wants him to see her.
Their gazes both focused on his fingers. Zhong Yan's fingertips returned to the pages of the book. His expression was much calmer than Jin Huan's. Recalling some scenes, he asked gently, "Does it still hurt?"
Jin Huan subconsciously took a deep breath.
The sensitive pain is also strange. It may be due to repeated friction, which creates the illusion of broken skin, but in reality, there is no broken skin. The pain is sharp and dense.
Jin Huan did not answer his question immediately.
She was staring at the book in his hand.
This doesn't seem to be a book about a specific field; it looks like it's about psychology. Jin Huan was quite curious and leaned closer to try and see it clearly, but the writing was so dense that she couldn't fully understand it at first.
Jin Huan frowned curiously.
Mr. Zhong has such a wide range of interests; he reads books on all sorts of topics.
Jin Huan thought to herself.
She climbed onto the bed from the other side. The weather was getting warmer this season, and the blankets were much thinner. The thinner the blanket, the easier it was for Jin Huan, who was a restless sleeper, to kick it off. Either she was held by Zhong Yan, or she felt hot and wanted to roll out on her own. Zhong Yan had to get up several times a night to cover her up.
She must be quite demanding; even at her age, she still needs people around her to take care of her.
Jin Huan really enjoys being taken care of, especially by Zhong Yan. She feels loved by him, and this feeling makes her feel good.
Jin Huan just stared at him like that.
She moved closer to him little by little, and when she finally got close enough to him, her warmth and breath reached him, and Zhong Yan looked up at her.
His eyes seemed to be asking her what she wanted to do.
Jin Huan asked softly, "Do you want to have another checkup?"
You can peel it open and take a look, because the injury might not be visible for a while yesterday... This means enjoy yourself to the fullest.
Zhong Yan narrowed his eyes.
Her voice was soft and obedient, reminding him of what she had said downstairs earlier. Loving fathers would carefully care for their daughters, hold them on their laps, gently check for injuries, and then pat and rock them gently to comfort them.
examine.
This is a word that carries a strong sense of coercion and urgency.
Jin Huan leaned on his hand and said this, her eyes filled with tears, as if she were pitifully saying, "I want to be loved by my father..."
She recalled that scrutinizing gaze, which made her heart race, and she wanted to experience it again.
Zhong Yan felt a slight tightness in his throat.
He could feel this emotion slowly rising, turning into an invisible lock binding his heart. Compared to anything he had experienced before, this feeling was even harder for him to control.
Just like the frequency he had previously agreed upon.
Zhong Yan had patiently told her before that being too greedy was not good, and that maintaining three or four times a week might be reasonable. However, since they started dating, Jin Huan's dependence on him had increased infinitely. Except for inconvenient times, the frequency could be described as daily.
And it's not just once a day.
Zhong Yan always believed that he was not interested in this aspect. In other words, he could completely control his behavior and decide what he wanted to do or not to do.
But this control has been repeatedly outmaneuvered.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be "every day".
She always wanted, like a child always wants a toy.
Zhong Yan lowered his voice, his tone carrying a cold, admonish tone as he looked at her and said, "So much water... are you going to get up and change the sheets yourself again tomorrow morning?"
No wonder she bought two more four-piece bedding sets at the mall today. I just realized she's very interested in decorating her home. Over the past six months, she's bought quite a lot of things, including bedding. Whenever she sees something comfortable or pretty while shopping, she brings it back.
Fortunately, the house is big enough.
There's a place for her to get it installed.
Jin Huan tensed up when she heard his tone, as if she had done something wrong. Although it was something she couldn't control, she had indeed done something bad, and she felt guilty that morning, so she got up to change the sheets herself.
Why did such a large patch of it ooze out? It must be because it's being sprayed.
Jin Huan licked her slightly dry lips. She had been drinking water all day, probably because she had lost too much water. She drank two cups when she woke up, drank some while shopping, and had afternoon tea and two cups of coffee.
I feel like my stomach is full of water, but I'm still thirsty and dry.
My lips were extremely dry.
Jin Huan unconsciously gripped the blanket tighter. Seeing Zhong Yan's cold, questioning gaze, her breath almost stopped. She mustered her courage and whispered, "It really wasn't intentional..."
"You are very capable."
Daddy is really amazing.
If it weren't for his exceptional self-control, he could easily spend the whole night... without any problem.
After consulting with Zhong Yan, she changed the light.
The retro-style octagonal lamp has a more romantic feel, with light shining through its octagonal edges, creating a strong emotional atmosphere. Jin Huan's gaze unconsciously drifted over the book again.
When she saw the large words on the book, she thought to herself: So this really is a book about psychology.
Zhong Yan lowered his eyelids, his slightly furrowed brows revealing a hint of unbearable tension. It was rare for him to be so stern in bed, which ironically made him seem quite sexy: "Is it just an examination?"
He gets so excited just from being examined; his hands are already covered in it just from looking at him.
Jin Huan opened her eyes, looking somewhat innocent and pitiful. She became even more nervous when he asked her, but still nodded and replied, "Mm."
It was just being inspected, being inspected by him.
Just like the first time they met, his condescending gaze made Jin Huan feel both afraid and unable to look away. She liked the way he looked at her, as if she were his possession.
Zhong Yan frowned, but still gave in.
"Come here yourself," he said in a low voice.
The book on the bedside table was still lying there quietly. Zhong Yan had gotten it from a friend. It mentioned some psychological issues, including a psychological obsession called the Electra complex, which comes from ancient Greek mythology. It tells the story of Princess Electra who committed a heinous crime in order to avenge her father.
It's a very simple story, yet it's thought-provoking.
There is another, more easily understood name for this complex.
Zhong Yan had been thinking about this all evening because he cared deeply about his wife's feelings. He wanted to resolve even minor, harmless issues related to her emotions and mental well-being properly and completely.
Zhong Yan placed her problem at the forefront of his priorities.
Understand her problems and pay attention to them.
And try our best to solve the problem for her.
Just like a father who cares about his child's psychological development, he tried to understand her thoughts from her perspective.
Zhong Yan frowned as he pondered these questions, causing his aura to become very low and his gaze to shift from calm to almost icy, until liquid slowly flowed into his palm.
The fragrance was sweet, slowly wafting into his nose, like flowers in full bloom. It was springtime, and there were many flowers in spring, with hardworking bees collecting nectar from them.
Zhong Yan's face was grim. He stared at her without moving and warned her in a low voice, "Jin Huan, if you do this again, you'll really get a beating."
Author's note: I've been quite busy lately, so updates may be irregular.
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