Chapter 165 Her heart was hidden yet constantly open to him.
Zhou Yanchuan's movements as he carried her were practiced, and coupled with her unconscious dependence, Wen Jiu didn't even realize that she had unknowingly leaned entirely into his arms before looking up and answering, "It's still under investigation, but I didn't expect the person involved to be with He—"
She stopped mid-sentence, as if remembering something.
Zhou Yanchuan clearly understood, his expression darkened, and he snorted coldly: "Why don't you continue?"
Wen Jiu answered somewhat guiltily, "There's nothing between him and me."
"Is this an admission of guilt?"
"..."
“And how could there be nothing?” He looked down at her, lowering his voice, “Isn’t it more enjoyable for you to talk about it than for me?”
Wen Jiu blushed and shrank back into his arms as he approached.
A light, sweet fragrance and a soft, yielding embrace filled the air. Zhou Yanchuan lightly pinched the person's lower back, a gesture that seemed to carry a hint of punishment.
"They dare to say anything."
Wen Jiu's ears turned red, and she unconsciously leaned closer to him, tilting her head back: "Then why didn't you tell me about you and Qin You?"
"What can I say about a mere agreement?" he said frankly.
Wen Jiu bit her lip: "Qin You is back, I'm going to the airport to pick her up."
Did I go?
She was stumped by the question.
He clearly wasn't planning to let her off so easily. "How about you? Did you enjoy the conversation, Wenwen?"
Wen Jiu's face burned even hotter at his calling her "Wenwen," though she didn't know how he knew.
Zhou Yanchuan looked at that shy and bewildered face, then lowered his head and bit her lip.
Xing felt guilty. Usually, this delicate person never complained of pain, so he let him be. Naturally, he didn't really bite him. When his teeth bumped, he comforted him with his lips and tongue.
He told her to open her mouth, and she obediently did so, her red lips slightly parted, waiting for him.
But he suddenly lost interest.
Five years have passed, and the heart that was once completely open to him now has a gap.
Previously, there was unconditional dependence and affection; now, it's mixed with self-blame, caution, and even a sense of ingratiation and estrangement.
The kiss ended abruptly. Wen Jiu's eyes, still brimming with desire, held a hint of fear as she looked at the person in front of her, somewhat at a loss.
Zhou Yanchuan felt a pang of tenderness and heartache at that look in her eyes, and reached out to ruffle her hair: "Go back to your room and sleep."
"But."
Wen Jiu looked at him, hesitant to speak.
Zhou Yanchuan understood her pause, but he didn't speak, instead waiting for her to speak.
But in the end, the person simply said in a low voice, "It's nothing."
In the past, she might have pestered him, asking why he hadn't continued. Or perhaps, "Zhou Yanchuan, give me a kiss."
Zhou Yanchuan's throat felt a little dry.
More than ten years of companionship still couldn't compare to the five years of separation. The person who used to be completely open with him now had reservations.
Wen Jiu lowered her eyes, composed herself, and urged softly, "Then go take a shower."
Zhou Yanchuan glanced at her, a deep look filled with complex emotions. Before she could decipher it, he put his arm around her and led her into the bedroom.
*
Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, Wen Jiu couldn't fall asleep for a long time, her mind filled with the kiss that had suddenly stopped.
She cares about him and loves him, but the more she cares, the more afraid she becomes of losing him again.
This conflicting feeling left her unsure how to react when facing the now more mature Zhou Yanchuan.
They had been apart for so long that when she saw his unfamiliar speech and distant eyes, she felt awkward calling his name at first.
Yet he was someone she couldn't get rid of; her love for him was ingrained in her very bones, and even her body had a primal familiarity with him.
Those memories, now blurred, flashed back to when his fingertips brushed against her waist during their kiss, causing her to tremble as if burned.
Her body remembered the warmth of his palm before her mind did, the subtle sensation of his fingertips brushing against her skin, and even the faint fragrance on his body when he was close—all these memories were still vividly etched in her mind.
Wen Jiu felt a pang of sadness and didn't know what to do. Just then, Li Yue's words suddenly rang in her ears.
"A good night's sleep will do the trick."
*
When the bathroom door was pushed open, Zhou Yanchuan was unusually startled.
Wen Jiu had mentally prepared herself before pushing the door open, but when she actually opened it and saw the body in the mist, she still couldn't help but blush.
Zhou Yanchuan at full maturity.
Those parts that I used to find sexy seem to have become more prominent as I've gotten older.
Zhou Yanchuan looked at the person outside the door who was only wearing a thin tank top.
He knew almost instantly what she was going to do, and frowned.
"Xiao Jiu, close the door—"
"Zhou Yanchuan, let's do it."
The feeling of guessing is different from actually hearing it; the latter is more impactful.
He controlled his emotions: "Listen to me, get out."
"You said you'd wait until I wasn't nervous anymore, and now I'm not nervous anymore."
When Zhou Yanchuan saw the person who rushed in like a little madwoman and said that, he knew that she had been provoked by what had just happened. He said she was timid, but she always did things he didn't expect, such as studying law, becoming a prosecutor, and even in matters of sex.
He grabbed a bathrobe from the side and draped it over himself: "Aren't you going to work tomorrow?"
"Go!"
"So, do you think you'll still be able to go to work tomorrow if we start from this point?"
Wen Jiu blinked, looking at the moist and lustful person in front of her, and uncontrollably recalled the first time in the hotel, how long he had clung to her, and it was at that moment that she realized how impulsive her behavior had been.
Zhou Yanchuan told her, "Go back to sleep."
She was about to turn and run away when she stopped.
Zhou Yanchuan looked at the person who had returned to the door. Before he could speak again, he saw her stealthily glance at him, then quickly look away, her eyes cautious, and her tone suggesting, "Then, shall we meet on Friday?"
His eyes paused slightly, and after the person ran away, he reacted for two seconds, then lowered his head and smiled gently.
Xiao Jiu's heart was hidden yet open to him at all times.
*
Wen Jiu thought she would feel embarrassed after saying all this, but suddenly felt very relaxed.
Zhou Yanchuan wasn't resistant at all, and looked at her the same way he used to, as if he would agree to whatever she wanted to do back then.
Only he would do that, allowing her to do anything, even if it's nonsensical or willful.
Realizing this, she rolled over on the bed, then belatedly felt a little embarrassed and pulled the blanket to calm herself down.
Zhou Yanchuan emerged from the bathroom at that moment, his expectant and joyful face hidden under the covers, his eyes, which were dark and bright, were visible. Although he looked pure and serene, he also seemed like a little fox.
He went over and ruffled her hair.
Wen Jiu looked up when she felt a sudden touch on her forehead.
His hands, which had just been bathed, were warm and had a pleasant fragrance.
"Are you really not going to sleep?" he asked her.
Her face flushed again, and she whispered, "I was asleep."
Zhou Yanchuan smiled at her and reached out to turn off the bedside lamp.
Everything seemed the same as before, yet something seemed to have changed subtly.
As soon as Zhou Yanchuan got into bed, he pulled her into his arms and gently covered her eyes with his palm.
This was something he used to do. Wen Jiu had always liked to sleep with her head covered in blankets since she was little; the complete darkness and the feeling of being enveloped made her feel safe.
But ever since she started sleeping with him, he's stopped letting her sleep like that, saying it's bad for her health.
But she would have insomnia if she didn't cover herself up, and trying to wear an eye mask didn't help much. So he covered her eyes with his hands, and it unexpectedly worked.
This small gesture softened her heart even more, and her grievances unconsciously amplified: "Why didn't you continue kissing me just now?"
"Keep kissing, will you open the bathroom door?"
"Um?"
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