Shen Liwu took a simple shower, changed into clean pajamas, and came out of the bathroom with her hair still dripping.
Zhou Yanjing was sitting on a stool with a dry towel in his hand. When he saw her come out, he stood up and walked over to her, "Come here, I'll wipe your hair."
Shen Liwu obediently stepped over and let him wrap the towel around the ends of her hair and rub it gently. Her hair was black and smooth, with a faint scent of shampoo. Zhou Yanjing's movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting her, and he dried her hair bit by bit.
"There's no hair dryer at home, so wait until it's dry before going to bed."
Shen Liwu nodded and let him continue to wipe her hair, feeling the temperature of his fingertips being transferred to her scalp through the towel, bringing a burst of warmth.
Zhou's mother went to bed early.
There was only a small dim lamp left in the living room, the light softly sprinkled on the floor, reflecting the shadows of the two people.
Zhou Yanjing put down the towel and gently rubbed the top of her head. "It's almost done. It will be done soon."
Shen Liwu turned around and looked up at him with a smile in his eyes, "Thank you, Lao Yu."
"Thank you later."
Shen Liwu's face instantly turned red, her heartbeat accelerated, and her ears became hot. She lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously tugging at the edge of her pajamas, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito, "Mom and Dad are not asleep yet."
Zhou Yanjing chuckled and reached out to pinch her cheek, "They can't hear you." His palms were warm, and when they touched her slightly cool skin, she trembled slightly.
"Don't make trouble." Shen Liwu slapped his hand away. Although her voice was full of reprimand, there was a hint of shyness in her eyes. She turned her head and pretended to walk towards the bed in the room angrily, but she deliberately slowed down her pace, as if she was waiting for him to catch up.
Zhou Yanjing naturally would not miss this opportunity. He followed Shang Xian and entered the room and closed the door. He put his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, and the hot air of his breath sprayed on her ears, "Are you angry?"
Shen Liwu shrank her neck, her ears itchy, she raised her hand and pushed him, "Don't get so close, it's so hot."
"Are you hot?" Zhou Yanjing deliberately moved closer, his lips almost touching her earlobe, his voice low and ambiguous, "Then let me help you cool down?"
Shen Liwu's heartbeat accelerated because of him, her cheeks flushed, her fingers tightly grasped the bed sheets, trying to break free from his embrace, "Stop making trouble, my parents are next door..."
Zhou Yanjing refused to give in. He tightened his arms and held her tightly in his arms. "They went to bed early. They can't hear you." His voice was bewitching. Every word he said drilled into her ears and made her uneasy.
Shen Liwu bit her lower lip, trying to make her voice sound calmer, "Aren't you tired? Go to bed early."
"Tired?" Zhou Yanjing chuckled and stroked her waist gently with his fingers. "I won't feel tired if I hold you."
His movements were gentle but irresistible, as if he wanted to leave his mark on every inch of her skin.
Shen Liwu was made limp by him, and could barely stand. She could only lean on his arms, her voice so weak that it sounded like she was begging for mercy, "Zhou Yanjing, you..."
"Hmm?" His response was low and hoarse, with a hint of suppressed emotion.
Shen Liwu's fingers rested weakly on his arm, and her breathing became increasingly rapid, "Don't do this... I really..."
Zhou Yanjing didn't say anything else, but answered with actions instead. He placed his hand on her wrist, clasping it gently and turning her to face him. The moonlight poured in from the window and reflected on his face. His deep eyes were burning with blazing flames, as if they wanted to devour her completely.
He placed his lips on her forehead and kissed her gently, then moved along her eyebrows, nose tip, all the way down, finally stopping at her lips.
He sat on the bed, picked up Shen Liwu and sat her on his legs. His arms were still around her waist, not very strong, but made it impossible for her to break free, nor did she want to break free.
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