Chapter 116 If it were just for a fleeting moment of novelty, why would I willingly let her occupy such a long time?
The surroundings were completely silent, with only the occasional bird call coming from afar.
Li Yue didn't know how to describe how she felt when she heard those words—"This way, I will have all of Zhou Yanchuan."
She always felt that she loved Jin Yiyan very much, but compared to the girl's love, her love seemed particularly ambiguous.
It turns out that there really are pure emotions, untainted by any impurities.
I love him, and only him.
Li Yue thought for a moment and then laughed.
She looked at the person in the water and said, "Xiao Jiu, I'm leaving."
"Huh? Why are you leaving all of a sudden?"
"Someone has been outside for quite a while."
Hearing the girl say that, Wen Jiu turned around and noticed the people in the room through the glass.
"I won't keep you two any longer," Li Yue said, getting up from the recliner and waving at her.
Upon entering the room, Li Yue met Zhou Yanchuan's gaze from the sofa and greeted him politely.
"They're gone."
"Um."
She looked at the person who was speaking and noticed the medicine in his hand and the various light foods on the table.
No wonder Xiao Jiu likes it.
When Zhou Yanchuan left, the girl was still lying by the hot spring.
Seeing him arrive, a smile appeared on her fair face, and her voice was soft and tired: "Zhou Yanchuan, are you done? I've been soaking for a long time, and I don't want to soak anymore."
Zhou Yanchuan squatted down beside her and gently touched her face: "Are you still feeling unwell?"
"I don't feel uncomfortable anymore. I feel soft and comfortable all over."
"Where?"
Wen Jiu was stunned, her whole body flushed pink, and she whispered, "It doesn't hurt there anymore."
"I noticed it was a little swollen last night."
"You still feel a little unwell, but it's nothing..."
Seeing her shy expression, Zhou Yanchuan didn't ask any more questions. He simply bent down, scooped her out of the water, wrapped her in a bathrobe, and carried her to the bedroom.
Wen Jiu was gently placed on the bed, and while she was still in a daze, someone grabbed her knees.
"week……"
"No."
"It's just applying medicine."
"Applying the medicine... I can do it myself."
"Is Xiao Jiu sure she can do it herself?"
Wen Jiu lightly tugged at the bathrobe beneath her. "Me."
"Cover your eyes, it will be over soon."
Wen Jiu hesitated for a moment, then pulled the blanket over her face, her voice barely audible: "Then hurry up."
"Um."
When the eyes are covered, the body's sense of unease intensifies, and the perception of the outside world becomes more pronounced.
Upon sensing this, Wen Jiu instinctively tried to dodge, but he held her down.
"Zhou Yanchuan..."
Her eyes welled up with tears, and her grip on the blanket tightened little by little.
"Xiao Jiu, wait a moment."
She could feel his warm breath as they were close together.
Wen Jiu's body couldn't take it anymore; the soft and limp feeling made her tense up, and she couldn't help but sob and cry again.
"Zhou Yanchuan..."
Zhou Yanchuan paused his movements slightly, glanced down at himself, and clicked his tongue in a low voice.
Have some decency.
After applying the medicine, he released the hand that was holding the girl's leg, sat up, hugged her, whose face was as red as a tomato, and kissed her forehead. "It's done, it's done."
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Why do you smell so good?
Xie Tinghe looked at the person who appeared and couldn't help but lean in to smell him.
"She's all about femininity."
He Shixu turned his head and glanced at it.
It feels completely different from before.
And the two red marks on his neck all pointed to what had happened last night. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he didn't even notice the cigarette burning down to the end until he felt the pain.
He didn't react much as he tossed the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray in front of him and got up from the sofa.
"Where are you going?" Xie Tinghe turned around and looked at him.
"I'm tired, I'm going back to rest for a while."
His voice was hoarser than I had imagined, slightly deep, and sounded genuinely tired.
Zhou Yanchuan glanced at him sideways, but before he could say anything, a questioning voice rang in his ears: "Zhou Yanchuan, what's that on your neck? Did you two sleep together?"
Zhou Yanchuan didn't like talking about these things in front of outsiders, and Shen Shiran's question was even more blunt and unpleasant.
His expression sharpened almost instantly, and his tone turned icy: "Do I need to explain myself to you?"
"What do you mean? Do you know we're getting engaged? Or are you really planning to marry her?"
"Otherwise what?"
"Are you crazy? Playing with me would be beneath you, a drunkard like you—"
“Shen Shiran, I’m only giving you some face because your mother and my mother had a good relationship before, not because I want you to think you can really say these things to me,” Zhou Yanchuan’s aura turned cold as he looked at her with a sinister gaze and interrupted her directly.
"you!"
“And,” he retorted in a deep voice, “what right do you have to talk about her? Compared to her, you are nothing.”
"Zhou Yanchuan!" The girl's pretty face flushed red, whether from being spoken to like this in front of so many people or from the person she liked, she didn't know. "What's the use of you protecting him so tightly here? Do you dare to tell your family? Do you believe I'll tell your grandfather right now?"
Zhou Yanchuan smiled, a smile that was clearly one of contempt, sarcasm, and even indifference, yet the palpable sense of oppression it exuded was impossible to ignore.
"I'm afraid you won't sue me. You'd better pack your things and get out now, and go back and tell them I have absolutely no interest in you!"
Shen Shiran's expression completely crumbled, and she raised her hand, but then stopped in mid-air.
Even though she was trembling with anger, she still didn't dare to slap him.
The girl shook off his hand and ran away with red eyes. Only then did the group in the private room realize what had happened. They couldn't tell whether they were more shocked or moved.
Is it really because they are young that they have no worries?
But he has always been calm and composed.
Zhou Yanchuan was the youngest among them, but he was much more aloof than the others since childhood. He had a calm and unassuming personality, never competed or fought for anything, and was always composed and calm in the face of adversity, making it easy for people to overlook his age.
For example, right now, although his eyes and brows still show the immaturity of a young man, the composure and imposing presence in his bones are intimidating.
It's hard to imagine what will happen in a few years.
Xie Tinghe sensed something was amiss: "Tell me the truth, what exactly do you mean by Xiao Jiu?"
"I've known her since I was seven years old."
"Everything I can think of bears her mark."
What do you mean by that?
If it were just for a fleeting moment of novelty, why would I be willing to let her occupy such a long time?
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