Chapter 77 Chapter 77 No, I love you.
Facing Chen Yuchu's gaze, Yan Jiu's eyes flashed with complex emotions and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.
Under the bright light, the man's cold, pale face revealed a jade-like texture, his handsome eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he seemed to be stuck in a difficult problem, but his tone was steady, making people trust him unconsciously.
She thought to herself, I shouldn't ask this question.
Now it's getting embarrassing.
Yan Jiu sighed softly inwardly, just as he was about to tell Chen Yuchu not to worry. "Yan Jiu, I don't think it's just because you're my wife."
The ends of Yan Jiu's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and even his breathing slowed down a bit.
So, what is the answer?
She seemed to have guessed something, but she didn't dare to believe it, fearing that she was overthinking it.
After all, she always makes simple things complicated.
The clear pupils looked at Chen Yuchu quietly.
"I think if it were someone else today, I wouldn't do this." Chen Yuchu enunciated the words slowly.
If it were someone else, he would have adhered to the principle of professionals doing their jobs and handed the matter directly to the secretarial office, public relations department, and legal department. He wouldn't have given Chen Baichuan any opportunity to take advantage of it.
He has always been praised as the most ruthless killer in the business world, and for a reason.
Just like that day when he saw Yan Jiu hunched over uncomfortably at the door of the store, he did not ask the driver to stop the car.
He didn't think it was necessary.
Now, why is it necessary again?
Yan Jiu's heart beat faster than usual. He bit his lip and said, "So?"
As if Ariadne's thread was pulling him out of the maze, Chen Yuchu lifted Yan Jiu's hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. He curled his lips and said seriously, "Because it's you, Yan Jiu."
"I'm sorry, maybe I don't understand the relationship between men and women. I didn't realize until now that I like you, Yanjiu."
He paused, "No, I love you."
What is the difference between liking and loving?
Liking something is probably love at first sight, being attracted by its beauty and wanting to get it.
Love is so strange that it makes people feel heartbroken and want to cover up all the other person's wounds.
Then he thought, he loves wine.
Even though she was complex, he didn't feel disgusted by her, only a growing pang of heartache. If she were a beautifully unwrapped box, rustling in the fierce wind, he would only want to use his body and flesh to block the brutal wind, to cover the empty part of her.
It turns out that it is because of love that the most ferocious lion on the grassland is willing to crawl.
Even when fighting, he was willing to change to the most soothing music for her.
The prey was presented carefully, just to satisfy his king.
The blood in his body rushed upwards, and the tips of Yan Jiu's porcelain-white ears were stained lightly red. In his clear almond-shaped eyes was the entire figure of Chen Yuchu.
Until the sound of water came from the bathroom.
Chen Yuchu was preparing water for her bath.
Her whole heart seemed to be filled with the sound of water, beating rapidly.
It turned out that all her anticipation, hesitation and entanglement were waiting for this answer.
Yan Jiu's eyes unconsciously filled with smiles, and his clear eyes seemed to contain the brightest stars, twinkling.
When Chen Yuchu came out, he saw this scene. His thin lips curled up, and his magnetic voice slowly flowed out, "Let's take a shower, wife."
He loved her so much that even such an ordinary life made him feel satisfied.
Under the bright light, even her hair was glowing.
I really want to hug her.
I really want to kiss her.
Chen Yuchu took a long step, and his straight legs appeared before his eyes like a bamboo. His tall figure blocked the light above his head, casting a dark shadow.
Yan Jiu pouted her lips and couldn't help but act coquettishly, "I'm going right now, why are you running in front of me to rush me?"
He wasn't pushing her. She was so innocent she didn't even realize he wanted to eat her. No wonder she was so unhappy with his answer. If he hadn't insisted, she would have given up first.
But in his eyes, everything is good.
He accepted it all, all of her.
His sharp Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and he couldn't help but stare at her with a burning gaze.
When Yan Jiu stood up, he was blocked by the broad and powerful chest. His clear eyes looked up, and trembled because of the deep meaning in the eyes. He said in a soft voice: "Move forward."
But it seemed as if a premonition had occurred in my heart.
The wind lashed against the half-open window, bringing cold air in and rolling up the white curtains.
Chen Yuchu's kiss swept over like the wind, wrapped in the fresh scent of his body. He held her shoulders with his palms and pressed them down, making her sit down.
His slender figure leaned down slightly, covering her tightly, and his thin lips pecked her lips lightly, lingering on her cherry pink lips.
Yan Jiu turned his head away, his warm lips brushing the curve of her cheek and falling to her earlobe. Her face suddenly turned red, and his tone was soft, "The water is getting cold."
Chen Yuchu naturally knew that she wanted to escape, but he had just confirmed his feelings and had so many things to say, so how could he let her escape?
He pressed his palm down, landing on the slender waistline that could be held in one hand, "You are too thin."
I'm really afraid that she looks so weak that she might fall down with a gust of wind.
Yan Jiu hummed, not taking it seriously. Dissatisfied with his changing the subject, she pushed his chest and said coquettishly, "You're too thin to push. Move aside."
Chen Yuchu's gaze met her watery eyes, and he suddenly picked her up, causing her to exclaim, "Chen Yuchu, I can walk by myself."
"Let's wash together."
The man held her with undeniable strength, and walked with steady steps.
Yan Jiu didn't believe it was just a simple bath, and said in a trembling voice, "You said you would go to bed early and get up early tomorrow."
"That means them." Chen Yuchu raised his eyebrows and said meaningfully, "Otherwise, you'll be worried again."
It turns out that he was lying to Wen Yunhui.
This righteous tone made Yan Jiu understand instantly. No wonder she felt at ease when he was downstairs.
The creamy bathroom was filled with humidity. With this interruption, she had already stepped into the oversized bathtub. The warm water enveloped her delicate body, and she was still struggling. "We won't be able to get up."
It's not like she hasn't experienced Chen Yuchu before.
Every time she wanted to beg for mercy after the early morning, he would not let her go and would always coax her again. If she could not sleep until noon, she would not be able to bear it.
Yan Jiu opened his eyes wide and heard the man slowly open his lips, "I can get up."
She naturally knew how Chen Yuchu could get up!
Even if he goes to bed at three o'clock, he can get up at six o'clock!
It was simply a crushing defeat for her by high-energy people.
Colorful bubbles floated in the bathtub water, emitting the rose fragrance of melted bath balls. The man's weight fell, and the water rose up, floating over the snow-white skin.
Even with two people in the extra-large bathtub, it doesn't feel crowded.
But the two of them squeezed into a small space, leaving a large space empty, which was filled with pleasant fragrance and made people's skin turn red.
Yan Jiu only showed her slender neck and head. The man gently pinched her chin with his fingertips, with unconcealed admiration in his deep eyes, but he just rubbed it slowly, imitating her pink hibiscus face.
Yan Jiu was steaming with heat, and her clear eyes were a little misty, making her feel dizzy. But the gaze above her head was even more scorching than the heat. She couldn't help but say, "Hurry up."
Otherwise, how can I get up?
She couldn't match Chen Yuchu's high energy, so she always had to take care of her body. Even a few more minutes of sleep would be good. If she really let Chen Yuchu continue to watch, she would not sleep tonight.
Listening to her gentle urging, Chen Yuchu's eyes fell deeply as his thin lips fell, like a feather passing by, bringing waves of numbness.
He was cold, like an unreachable snow-capped mountain, but his lips were moist and warm, wrapping around her tongue and licking it. Her nose was filled with the rich scent of roses and the faint woody fragrance of his body. She retreated weakly, but was trapped in his cramped embrace.
His tall nose brushed against her skin. Yan Jiu tilted her head back and accepted his kiss. Every part of her body felt like she was a patient with a high fever who was trying to find ice but was getting even hotter because of the entanglement.
As they exchanged breaths, Yan Jiu panted softly, her body trembling slightly as she leaned on his shoulder. Her red lips were stained with the crystal silk thread, rubbing against his neck carelessly.
The delicate cheeks were flushed with radiant colors, and the humid bathroom was filled with a thick atmosphere.
The water droplets rolled down the pink skin, slid into the cream-colored carpet, and disappeared.
In the misty water vapor, slender fingers pulled the bath towel and wiped it clean inch by inch, causing the skin under their hands to tremble.
Yan Jiu felt like a doll at this moment, with fine mist in her eyes. She let him do whatever he wanted. The dry bath towel caressed every inch of her, and then she was picked up again.
The wind was stronger than before, as if it was going to rain, but it was holding back, with only occasional thunder in the sky.
The window was still half open. Yan Jiu leaned on his shoulder and said lazily, "Close the window. I'm afraid it's going to rain."
Not hearing a response, she raised her eyes and looked up. There was a bright color in the man's dark pupils. He caught her gaze, kissed her forehead, and then took a step forward.
His steps were steady, but even the steadyest steps were bound to be bumpy.
When she reached the window, Yan Jiu's crimson lips were already tightly pursed, and she tightly wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to prevent herself from falling and remind Chen Yuchu, "Slow down."
“The rain could come at any moment.”
Chen Yuchu's reasons were very sufficient, but his deep eyes, looking down, seemed to be saying that good-looking men can also lie.
The long black hair fluttered out of the window frame and sank into the thick night. Occasionally, a flash of lightning pierced the thick darkness and illuminated the white skin.
Against the light, Qingyanjiu's expression could not be clearly seen, only soft sounds came out from his lips.
The long-awaited rainstorm finally arrived. The wind blew violently across the snow-white skin. The raindrops were wrapped in the wind and splashed on the thin back, flowing down with the sweat.
Thunder and lightning roared, and she bent over and sang a long tune, her voice filled with worry, "If the rain continues until tomorrow, the road will be difficult to drive on."
The man's fingertips brushed across the corners of her eyes, which were wet and thick with rainwater. His voice was unclear, "Then stay for another day."
The rain didn't stop until three in the morning.
Lying in bed, she slowly groped in the dark, preparing to turn on the alarm.
In the darkness, the screen lit up and she stared at the screensaver, only to realize that this was not her phone.
So this is what they call a "photo".
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