Chapter 149 Did I wake you up?
Wen Jiu stopped turning around and looked up at the person in front of her.
Zhou Yanchuan spoke these words expressionlessly, as if stating a fact.
Hearing these words alone, she didn't feel her face burning, but seeing his expression, she suddenly felt her face heat up, and her mind uncontrollably recalled how she used to pester him for kisses.
She pursed her lips.
"That's different."
Zhou Yanchuan lifted his eyelids to look at her, his tone mocking: "Are you going to say we broke up again?"
"no."
He raised his eyebrows slightly at the unexpected answer.
That was when their feelings for each other were at their peak; every kiss was filled with desire and affection for one another.
But now, Wen Jiu felt a pang of sadness and slowly said, "We are different now than we were back then."
Zhou Yanchuan paused for a second or two, then asked, "Isn't it the same?" He looked slightly taken aback.
"Um."
As soon as those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the living room fell silent once again.
Looking at the person who had stopped talking after answering, Wen Jiu felt that it was tacit agreement, and the bitterness in her heart grew even heavier.
Just as she thought the conversation was over and was about to leave, her waist was suddenly wrapped around her arm. Her back stiffened, and as soon as she looked up, her lips were kissed.
Unlike her, Zhou Yanchuan kissed her with great force.
He held her waist tightly, pressing his lips against hers and grinding them together. Their breaths filled their mouths, and his wet tongue traced along the lip line before slipping inside to entwine with hers.
Wen Jiu's breathing immediately became rapid.
She suppressed her reaction and raised her hand to push him away.
"week…"
His hand, which was resting on his waist, moved upwards, and through the thin fabric, his long fingers closed up.
——
Wen Jiu let out a sob, her body instantly went limp, and her eyes became moist.
His movements were sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and she had no idea what would happen next.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and her desire surged.
Zhou Yanchuan could feel his desires teetering on the edge of getting out of control, and he tried his best to suppress them, merely using methods to please her.
He bit her lip and questioned, "Different? How are you different? Five years have passed, and Xiao Jiu, you're still like a little girl."
Even if she grows up to be beautiful and aloof, she is still that little girl who can't escape the waves of desire just from a kiss or a touch.
Wen Jiu sobbed in his arms, unable to help but wonder what was different. When she was lost in thought, she would unconsciously clutch his clothes.
It's not that she's different, it's that he's different, but for her, she has no right to say that he's different.
Feeling the girl tremble, Zhou Yanchuan slowed his advances, only lightly touching her lower lip with his lips and licking it with the tip of his tongue. His hand movements slowed down in sync with the rhythm of the kiss, gently caressing her.
Wen Jiu couldn't bear or resist Zhou Yanchuan like this, and she began to yearn for the gentle kisses on her hands and neck.
On the sofa, the girl sat sideways on the man's lap. Her pale, bony hand rested on the black knit sweater, veins bulging, tightly gripping his slender, delicate waist. Her thin shoulders and back trembled slightly.
Black and white, strong and weak, are like a contest and entanglement between two people.
It's hard to tell who's better; they're both so deeply involved that they can't extricate themselves.
As Zhou Yanchuan stepped back, he bit her lower lip and asked again, "Isn't it the same?"
"You still haven't learned how to breathe properly after all this time? Didn't He Shixu teach you?"
Wen Jiu took small, even breaths, her bright eyes moist and red from the kisses.
How could He Shixu possibly teach her?
Everything about this kind of thing came from Zhou Yanchuan, and he taught me everything bit by bit.
Zhou Yanchuan's words were barbed, but after what he said in the carriage, Wen Jiu didn't want to argue with him anymore. She remained silent and tried to get up from his lap, but he held her waist tightly and she couldn't move at all.
She raised her hand to pat his arm, and her lowered gaze fell on the tattoo on his wrist.
Wen Jiu's mind was in a daze, but she still wanted to see what the pattern was. Zhou Yanchuan noticed her gaze and put his hand behind her waist a little more.
Wen Jiu realized he didn't want her to see, and felt a moment of discomfort, but it quickly dissipated. She moved to try and get off his lap.
This time, he didn't restrain her. Instead, he placed his hands on the sofa, leaned back slightly, and looked at her leisurely: "Can you get up?"
"What's wrong..."
Before Wen Jiu could finish her sentence, her legs went weak and she couldn't control herself, so she sat back down.
Zhou Yanchuan seemed to have anticipated that she would sit down. Before she did, he gently supported her waist with his hand and gave her a teasing look.
Wen Jiu was embarrassed and ashamed. There was no more awkward situation than this. They were at odds, but she couldn't get up from sitting on someone's lap.
Zhou Yanchuan chuckled, put his arm around her waist, and lifted her up from the sofa.
She tried to struggle, but before she could move, he slowly said, "Sitting on my lap isn't enough, you want to sit on the ground too?"
Upon hearing this, she gave up the idea of leaving.
After Zhou Yanchuan put her on the bed, he took a phone call and then went out.
As soon as Zhou Yanchuan came out of the study, he saw the figure standing in front of the living room window.
She appeared to be on the phone discussing a case.
Perhaps something good had happened; her eyes crinkled with joy, and she said in a delighted tone, "That's wonderful."
Wen Jiu didn't notice the open door to the study; she was simply absorbed in the fact that the case was finally moving in a positive direction.
Captain Liu called to say that they had found the wardrobe that had been replaced and made some new discoveries inside. Sun Jin also sent a message saying that a female lawyer was willing to take Zhiyi's case and defend her.
This was the happiest moment for her in the past few days.
When Li Xingzhou came to ask again, they were finally able to give that child some hope.
Thinking of these things, Wen Jiu's lips curled up slightly.
As she hung up the phone and turned to walk back, she met the gaze of someone at the study door, and her expression froze.
Zhou Yanchuan looked at the girl's faint smile and gentle eyes, but when their eyes met, he turned away again.
Wen Jiu's smile froze, and her heart ached slightly.
She stood there quietly for a few seconds, then went back to her bedroom.
*
When Zhou Yanchuan came out after finishing his work, the bedroom light was already off.
He stood at the door for a while, then pushed it open.
He stood by the bed and watched her for a long time, seeing her curled up in a small corner of the bed, sleeping with her brows furrowed.
*
Perhaps because she was too tired from the day, Wen Jiu fell asleep quickly after lying down in bed, but she woke up before 1 a.m. because she went to bed too early.
The curtains in the room were not fully drawn, and the light streaming in was dim and soft.
She rubbed her eyes and got out of bed to get a drink of water.
Afraid of disturbing the people inside, Wen Jiu didn't turn on the lights, but used her phone as a light source and tiptoed out of the room.
But because she went to bed too early, she didn't figure out the layout of the house.
Since the living room was so big, she searched for a long time but couldn't find the water dispenser.
Just as Wen Jiu was about to give up and go back to her room, a wall lamp suddenly turned on.
She suddenly stopped walking.
"Thirsty?" Zhou Yanchuan's voice sounded from behind her, somewhat hoarse.
Wen Jiu turned around and nodded obediently.
While he was asking the question, Zhou Yanchuan had already walked to the water station, picked up a cup, poured water, and handed the cup to Wen Jiu.
Wen Jiu took a small sip and asked softly, "Did I wake you up?"
"No," Zhou Yanchuan said calmly, looking at the person with a guilty look in their eyes, "I'm not asleep yet."
Wen Jiu glanced down at her phone: "It's almost one o'clock."
"There are still some things to do at the company."
"You can't stay up that late," she blurted out, her words laced with a hint of reproach she herself hadn't realized.
Those dark eyes were shrouded in the dim light, and a flicker of emotion crossed their depths.
"Mm," he replied.
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