Chapter 55 Last night, you worked hard.
Morning.
When Qu He woke up, her hands were sore. She groggily looked up and reached out to grab the air twice, her body stretching before her mind could process it.
But after stretching it halfway, I realized something was wrong.
She had only raised her hand halfway when she was pulled back by a force.
Qu He instantly regained consciousness and slowly opened her eyes.
The first thing that catches the eye is Zhuang Bieyan's profile, which is very close to his face. His eyes are closed, and his features have softened considerably.
His hands were firmly wrapped around her waist, his palms unconsciously rubbing against her twice.
She was practically clinging to Zhuang Bieyan, with one leg almost straddling his waist and her arms around his neck, hanging on him like a koala.
That sleeping posture is just too outrageous!
She carefully pulled her leg back, but her ankle accidentally brushed against a dangerous spot between his legs.
Last night's memories instantly returned, going through them again in my mind.
Their breaths mingled in the darkness, his burning palms, and her bold touch...
Qu He blushed.
She could feel his body gradually waking up with perfect clarity.
My legs were frozen in mid-air, unable to pull them back or let them go. I instinctively held my breath, afraid to move.
Zhuang Bieyan was awakened by the noise. He instinctively tightened his grip on her, nuzzled his chin against her head, and said lazily, "You're awake..."
The warm breath brushed against her head, and Qu He's whole body stiffened.
Fortunately, he quickly felt a physical reaction, opened his eyes, and the two looked at each other.
Zhuang Bieyan chuckled, a smile tinged with both teasing and indulgence.
"morning."
As he spoke, his palm gently caressed her waist.
Upon hearing his laughter, Qu He abruptly looked away, hurriedly threw off the covers, got out of bed, and ran into the bathroom.
Watching her flee in disarray, Zhuang Bieyan's smile deepened.
He glanced down at his own state, repeatedly recalling her awkward touch from last night, trying to calm the fire that had been stirred within him.
He had lived a life of purity and abstinence for twenty-nine years, but one day he indulged in pleasure and became addicted.
Sure enough, once people taste the sweetness, they can't stop.
While eating breakfast, Qu He didn't dare to look at the person opposite her and kept her head down, eating as if she was trying to bury her face in the bowl.
"I'm done eating." She quickly put down her spoon. "You can eat slowly, I'm leaving now."
Qu He didn't dare linger for even a second, so she picked up her bag and headed for the door.
"etc."
Zhuang Bieyan's voice came from behind her. Qu He paused, her hands clenching tightly into her bag strap.
He stepped forward, took her hand, and slipped something into her palm. "Remember to apply it."
Qu He looked down and saw it was the hand cream.
She looked up abruptly and met his smiling eyes.
Zhuang Bieyan leaned down slightly and whispered in her ear, "You had a hard night last night."
My head was buzzing, and my mind was completely blank.
Qu He felt like she was holding a block of iron instead of hand cream. Her hand trembled, and she almost dropped the hand cream on the ground.
She didn't know where to look, her eyes darting between his eyes and his Adam's apple, before finally managing to squeeze out, "No...you're welcome."
After saying that, she didn't dare to linger. She quickly opened the door and fled, her retreating figure revealing a hint of panic.
Zhuang Bieyan chuckled as he looked at the closed door.
The road to winning back his wife is long, but...
He was very satisfied last night.
...
Qu He originally thought it would take her a long time to accept living with Zhuang Bieyan, but in just a few days, she had already accepted the fact.
Since he moved in, the house has felt more lively and welcoming.
The real deal.
From the warm breath on my neck when I wake up in the morning, to the aroma of cooking oil wafting from the kitchen, and the ever-increasing number of matching items around the house, from cups to slippers to pajamas...
The vase at home is always filled with fresh flowers, and Qu He receives 52 pink lychees from him almost every day, which he calls "life should have a sense of ritual".
The amazing thing is that every time the previous bouquet of flowers just starts to wilt, a new bouquet always appears right on time, as if it were prophetic.
Life went on as usual, the only change being that since that night, they hadn't taken things any further.
Every night, apart from his usual goodnight kiss before bed, he does nothing else.
He didn't say anything, and she didn't ask.
When Si Yue learned of this, she clicked her tongue twice.
"Senior, don't you think it's a bit too much of a coincidence?" Si Yue asked her, resting her chin on her hand, her eyes full of inquiry.
"I have a feeling I can't quite put into words. I had a premonition when you and President Zhuang got your marriage certificate. Everything seemed to be going too smoothly, as if it was deliberately designed."
As she spoke, she leaned half her body towards Qu He, "Does President Zhuang really have no other intentions? It's impossible that he's after money, so could it be that he's after her?"
Qu He did not reply.
In fact, she had had this premonition for the past few days.
Zhuang Bieyan was too good to her; he knew many details that she herself didn't even notice.
She didn't know what his intentions were, nor could she see what was hidden in this kindness.
Is this a picture of a person?
But they've only known each other for a short time...
Seeing her conflicted expression, Si Yue waved her hand, "Forget it, let's deal with the important matter first!"
"event?"
She leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Seriously, with this pace of progress... do you think it's because President Zhuang isn't up to the task?"
"Si Yue!"
Qu He's face flushed instantly. "You weren't like this before! Who corrupted you?"
A fleeting hint of embarrassment crossed Si Yue's face as she covered it up, saying, "No, how could anyone lead me astray?"
Qu He squinted slightly.
Si Yue shook his head so hard it was almost blurry.
The two exchanged a few jokes, then customers came into the shop, and she went to get busy.
Before leaving, he winked at her, "Senior, practice makes perfect. Whether it works or not, just try it and you'll know. Just go for it!"
Qu He quickly told her to go out and greet the guests, but her thoughts wandered after those words.
She had witnessed Zhuang Bieyan's desires and was familiar with his burning passion and vigor, but these past few days their most intimate encounter was the brief goodnight kiss before bed.
Several times, she could feel his impending desire, and the arms around her would tighten.
But the next second he would let go, whispering "Sleep," and then hold her from behind at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.
Could it really be as Si Yue said?
Zhuang Bieyan, he... is not good enough?
But it doesn't look like it...
After realizing what she was thinking, Qu He covered her face and shook her head, trying to get rid of those messy images.
Forget it, let things take their natural course, otherwise it will seem like she's too hasty.
Qu He spent the entire afternoon in the shop shaping and repairing pottery, so much so that she didn't even realize her phone had run out of battery and shut down automatically.
It wasn't until almost evening that Si Yue ran over, holding her phone. "Senior, President Zhuang called me."
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