Chapter 75 Schrödinger's Cat
Lying on the bed, her waist was still a little weak, and she didn't understand why Zhou Tingyun apologized.
Blinked slowly.
"You actually had this kind of dream secretly, what do you want to do, brother?"
He stared at her for a long moment, not knowing what he was thinking.
Then he gently stroked her cheek, as if it were his most precious treasure.
He murmured softly, "Xiaoguai will probably feel disgusted in the future too."
Ming Zhao was stunned by these sudden words, his face full of confusion. "What..."
Before she could finish her words, she was clasped tightly in his arms again. The man's gentle voice fell along with his hot breath, burning the side of her neck.
"Just one month, okay?" He seemed to be still in a half-conscious state, then lowered his head and gently kissed her earlobe.
"Stay with me for a month, and I'll let you go."
What is he talking about?
What do you mean one month? You only took a month's vacation.
Before Ming Zhao could sort out his thoughts, he suddenly felt an unignorable burning sensation in his lower back.
The man was already running a fever, and now it was even hotter.
She stiffened, and the tips of her ears felt slightly hot.
She hesitated for a moment, and when he didn't respond, she couldn't help but speak softly.
"How about...I can help you."
The man laughed, his voice low and hoarse.
"Just let me hold you for a while."
It was not until the early morning that his temperature finally began to drop.
When Mingzhao woke up again, there was no one around him.
She just sat up, "Brother..."
The door opened and Zhou Tingyun walked in.
"woke up?"
He walked to the bed, bent down and picked up the person.
Ming Zhao hugged his neck and touched his forehead.
Normal temperature.
He recovered pretty quickly and doesn't look like a 29-year-old at all.
As if he had guessed what she was thinking, Zhou Tingyun glanced at her and asked, "Are you relieved?"
He placed his palm on the girl's soft belly, pressed it gently, and spoke softly.
"I'm in good health and won't be so exhausted as to let my sister go hungry."
What hunger...
His face instantly turned red, and Ming Zhao pinched his hand hard.
Walking into the bathroom, Ming Zhao took the toothbrush.
After brushing my teeth and preparing to grab a towel, someone held my shoulders.
The man took over her work, carefully washed her face and applied skin care products.
He picked him up again and sat him at the dining table.
Looking at the table full of food, Mingzhao thought that he was supposed to take care of the patients, but now it was the other way around, and he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
Zhou Tingyun obviously didn't have this idea, he kissed her face.
"What do you want to eat first?"
Ming Zhao was stunned.
She sat sideways on the man's lap, and seeing that he looked like he was going to feed her, her brain started to malfunction.
"I can do it myself, brother." Ming Zhao said, wanting to go down.
"Darling." He put his arms around her slender waist.
The warmth from the palm of your hand slowly seeps into your skin through a thin layer of cloth, bringing out warmth.
The man asked in a calm voice:
"Hasn't my brother always held you like this?"
Ming Zhao was stunned.
Yes, but...
"You always blame your brother for being distant from you and not being like before." He spoke slowly, his eyes dimming slightly.
"Why are you running now?"
My heart trembled inexplicably.
Ming Zhao frowned in confusion, and he reached out and gently smoothed his brows.
"There's no one else here, baby," the man said in a mellow and gentle voice, "Let's just get along like we always have, okay?"
Okay?
She couldn't figure out what was wrong.
Yes, isn't this what she wants?
Ming Zhao finally sat obediently and was held on his lap while he fed her.
After carefully wiping her mouth, Zhou Tingyun looked at the girl's slightly red face and pinched it gently.
Praise her like you did when you were a kid and coaxed your sister who didn’t like to eat.
"The baby is so good."
Her eyelashes trembled, and the redness spread little by little to the tips of her ears.
Although the signal was cut off, the villa was fully equipped with entertainment facilities, including all the stand-alone games and movies on the market.
After dinner, Ming Zhao leaned on the sofa with a pillow stuffed behind his back, watching a movie.
The protagonist's lines floated out from the speakers.
"Schrödinger's cat. Before you open the box, you don't know whether the cat is dead or alive..."
"Then don't open that box."
Zhou Tingyun paused slightly, the blade passed by, and blood instantly seeped out of his fingertips.
He flushed the water without changing his expression. The light red color gradually turned into a sticky black under the flushing of the water. The silt accumulated in the pool and kept pouring out.
It seemed to be dragging him down into corruption and decay.
There was a moment of confusion before my eyes.
"Brother, why aren't you well yet? Come and watch a movie with me——"
Ming Zhao's unique coquettish voice was heard, and the water in the pond in front of him became clear again, and Zhou Tingyun came back to his senses.
He turned off the water and put the knife away.
He walked out of the kitchen and handed the opened coconut to the girl.
Then hold the person in your arms.
Warm, soft, and sweet, like a quilt dried in the sun.
It is a circle that fits perfectly.
His sister.
Ming Zhao took a sip of coconut water, smiled and kissed him on the lips, "Thank you, brother."
The man's brows were calm as he gently rubbed her head.
——
For several days, Mingzhao felt like he had become a salted fish with nothing to lose.
Although it was similar before, it was not Zhou Tingyun’s personal service after all.
Zhou Tingyun was cooking in the kitchen, and Mingzhao popped his head out from beside him while chewing a peach.
"Bored?" He looked at her.
Ming Zhao shook his head and looked up, "Kiss."
He lowered his head and kissed her.
Sweet peach flavor.
After the kiss, Ming Zhao thought of something and glared at him in dissatisfaction.
Zhou Tingyun waited patiently for her to give instructions.
"Why do I always take the initiative to kiss you?"
"Zhou Tingyun, do you not love me anymore?"
He looked away, washed his hands and dried them.
Seeing that Zhou Tingyun ignored him, Ming Zhao snorted loudly and deliberately, then turned to leave.
Before he could take a few steps, he was pulled back.
He held the back of her head and kissed her deeply and conquered her.
Zhou Tingyun knows her sensitive points very well.
Soon, Ming Zhao, who was talking so much, couldn't breathe.
She felt as if she were soaked in hot water, dizzy, and slid down against him like a boiled noodle.
A soft laugh escaped from between their entangled lips. He held her waist, pressed his lips against hers, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want more?"
The eldest lady, feeling very embarrassed, got angry and stood on tiptoe to kiss him again, not wanting to be outdone.
She imitated Zhou Tingyun, biting his lower lip, hooking his tongue tip, and touching his sensitive palate.
So the fire burned even more fiercely.
I don't know when, but I was dragged down and fell onto the sofa.
The faint scent of sandalwood invaded her breath, and his fingertips rubbed from the back of her neck to her earlobe, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. The numbing electric current aroused slight tremors and a sweet hum.
The intertwined breaths became heavier for a moment, and the force became stronger.
If his stomach hadn't been rumbling, Ming Zhao estimated that his mouth would have swollen again.
The man brushed aside her slightly messy hair and kissed her lower lip before helping her to her feet.
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