Chapter 170 Zhou Yanchuan, I want to see that tattoo.
Everyone around was stunned when they saw the man draping a coat over the girl's shoulders.
What's going on here?
The familiar scent made Wen Jiu pause slightly, turn around, and bump into those deep, dark eyes.
A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes, followed by delight: "You're done?"
"Um."
"Shall we leave now?"
"Still want to fight?"
"A little."
"Then let's keep fighting."
"But I'm not very good at it."
Zhou Yanchuan looked down at her.
It's true that I don't know how, but it's just my personality; once I start something, I want to do it well.
Knowing that the two had reconciled, Xie Tinghe, the former teacher, said, "Let Yanchuan teach. He's the best player among us."
"You know how to fight?"
"Um."
After confirming, Wen Jiu didn't say whether she wanted him to teach her or not, she just looked at him.
Seeing her like this, Zhou Yanchuan smiled, took a step forward, placed his hands on the edge of the table, and encircled her.
The surroundings were even quieter.
Zhou Yanchuan placed his palm against the back of Wen Jiu's hand and slowly adjusted the direction, while gently encircling her waist with his other hand to stabilize the force.
The warm light of the billiard hall fell on their crossed arms, the two of them barely an inch apart.
With a "bang," the ball went in.
Wen Jiu looked up with delight.
When Zhou Yanchuan met those sparkling eyes, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he whispered, "Let's not fight anymore, let's go home."
*
The moon is exceptionally round tonight.
Amidst the swirling snow, the people in the living room quietly watched the girl being led out with her arm around her waist. Her slender figure appeared even more delicate and beautiful against the backdrop of the man beside her.
They were still in shock from what they had just witnessed.
In a corner where no one was paying attention, someone with sharp eyes spotted first that the arrogant and self-possessed man was kneeling on one knee at the girl's feet, simply trying to persuade her to take off her high heels.
He Shixu watched the figure about to leave. She looked up and said something to the person beside her, her eyes showing an intimacy and dependence that he had never seen before in all these years.
Unable to contain their curiosity any longer, someone asked in a low voice.
"Whose daughter is this?"
*
When they returned to Yujing that day, Aunt Lin was about to go up to greet them when Zhou Yanchuan told them to go and rest early.
Wen Jiu didn't react at first when he heard it, but when he entered the living room and saw the food on the dining table, he asked himself: Am I hungry?
She shook her head, but didn't forget to continue the conversation, asking him, "Are you hungry?"
"Um."
"Then go and eat something."
She pushed his arm.
He remained completely still.
Wen Jiu was surprised: "Aren't you hungry? Go get something to eat."
Zhou Yanchuan stared directly at her, his gaze intense.
Wen Jiu belatedly realized what was happening, and her face immediately burned.
After standing there for a while, she blushed and said, "I'm going to take a shower first."
She then walked toward the bathroom.
Zhou Yanchuan stood still, only looking at the girl's slender back and exposed fair skin. When she opened the bathroom door, he walked over.
He pulled her into his arms, looked into her trembling eyes, and whispered, "We'll wash later."
"What?"
As soon as Wen Jiu finished speaking, the hand behind her waist reached in through the openwork.
Her body stiffened abruptly, but a tingling, electric-like tremor ran through her from the spot he had touched.
He stroked her back and quickly found the thin belt around her waist, but he didn't pull it off immediately. Instead, he slowly moved it upwards inch by inch.
Just this touch made Wen Jiu's body feel weak.
She looked up at him, somewhat nervous and at a loss.
He lowered his head and kissed her lips: "How about we go kiss over on the sofa first?"
Wen Jiu had always enjoyed kissing him. After spending these days together, although they couldn't go back to the way things were before, at least she could express her true feelings.
Even if she's shy, she doesn't hide it.
She buried her head in his chest and whispered, "Yes."
Zhou Yanchuan carried her to the sofa and asked her to sit on his lap and kiss him.
He touched her nose: "Xiao Jiu, why don't you try taking the initiative?"
Wen Jiu looked at him.
His eyes were filled with deep affection and tenderness, just as he had looked at her when they were young.
Her eyes instantly welled up with tears. She leaned into his arms, tilted her head back, and kissed his lips very lightly.
*
The snow outside the window fell even heavier, the cold wind howled, and a thin layer of white fog condensed on the glass window.
The air inside was warm and cozy, and the fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, with flames leaping and flickering, casting a pale golden glow on the two people on the sofa.
Wen Jiu felt those hot lips travel down her neck. She couldn't see them, but she could feel them clearly as they licked, bit, and teased her.
There are also hands that follow the waistline downwards.
She let out a soft sob, which only resulted in him treating her even more harshly.
She couldn't tell if she felt uncomfortable or relieved, but she couldn't help but want to cry. Her body twisted, but she gave herself to him to control even more.
"Zhou Yanchuan," Wen Jiu called his name helplessly, her voice tinged with a delicate and melodious quality that she herself was unaware of, stirred by her emotions.
He applied more pressure.
She finally couldn't hold back anymore, tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice calling his name grew softer with each utterance.
...
Zhou Yanchuan finally looked up, kissed her eyelids, reached out to wipe away her tears, and after a few seconds asked, "Want to take a shower?"
Wen Jiu's eyes were moist, her face flushed, and after a moment's reaction, she nodded slowly.
He carried her to the bathroom.
Her clothes were no longer enough to cover her body, while he, apart from some wrinkles in his trousers, remained as fresh and handsome as a gentle breeze and bright moon.
Entering the bathroom, he held her in one arm, took a bath towel from the shelf, and laid it on the marble countertop.
Zhou Yanchuan placed her on top of him and braced his hands on either side of her.
"Should I take it off?"
Wen Jiu knew that he was confirming with her for the last time. Looking at him, at his handsome and affectionate face, she was already willing.
Her fingertips twitched slightly, and she nodded.
Zhou Yanchuan began to unbutton his clothes.
After taking off his shirt, his fingertips landed on his wristwatch.
Wen Jiu stared intently at his hand.
She watched him take off his watch and put it aside, her gaze falling on his wrist.
"Zhou Yanchuan."
"Um."
I want to see it.
"What?"
"Tattoo".
His eyebrows twitched slightly, as if he was struggling with something. After pausing for a few seconds, he slowly raised his hand and then turned the inside out to face her.
Wen Jiu lowered her eyes.
As I saw the tattoo design clearly, a tear fell onto it with a "plop".
The gentle voice of that young boy echoed in my mind:
"Xiao Jiu, what do you think? Should I get a little whale tattooed here too?"
"That way, when we interlock our fingers, we can stay close together."
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