Chapter 69 Greed 12 Help me win once.
Kong Yanze was covered with a suit jacket by him. The unique sandalwood scent was so warm that it almost melted on his body, and his head was dizzy.
The car door was closed, the wind and rain outside faded away, the sound of dripping sounded unreal, Kong Yanze sat in the passenger seat, wearing his suit jacket, holding the pink peach that had been squeezed beyond recognition in both hands, the scent of sandalwood mixed with the sweet scent of peach filled the car.
Zhou Baiqiao didn't bring a driver. He sat in the driver's seat. His suit, vest and shirt outlined his broad shoulders and narrow waist. The cuffs of his shirt were decorated with sapphires. He always had a half-back hair parted on the side, which made him look mature and decent. However, his hair was hanging down with water, which made him look a little different.
He turned to look at Kong Yanze, his thick Adam's apple was obvious, and there were some moist traces of licking and kissing on his lips. He was serious but hiding his surging desire, and had the kind of mature man's sexual charm that made ears hot.
"seat belt."
After giving a serious and polite reminder, he reached out to unbutton his shirt collar, his palms undulating with strength. The car heater was on, and Zhou Baiqiao rubbed his neck, his Adam's apple reddened.
Kong Yanze had been shaking the whole time, and upon hearing his reminder, he immediately tied it in a hurry, not daring to look at him again. He rubbed the soft peach in his hand randomly, and the poor peach squeezed out sweet juice, which stuck to his palm wetly.
Zhou Baiqiao seemed to be very hot and dry, his Adam's apple was heaving, and his forehead was a little sweaty. But when he was waiting for the traffic light, he put one hand on the steering wheel, driving slowly and steadily on the accelerator.
After arriving at Xiaonanyuan, Kong Yanze followed him closely, just like last time. But this time Zhou Baiqiao just threw the car keys in his hand to the housekeeper without any other instructions.
Kong Yanze watched the butler leave, understood what he meant, and quickly followed him to the master bedroom. He pressed the back of his hand against his cheek, and the heater in the car made him feel hot.
He glanced at Zhou Baiqiao's back, standing beside the bed, trying his best to pretend to be calm, but his fingers were fiddling with the peach anxiously.
Zhou Baiqiao suddenly turned around and held out his hand to him: "Peach."
Kong Yanze exclaimed, and hurriedly handed it to him, his palms wet with sweet juice. Zhou Baiqiao lowered his head to look at the hole on it, and put it aside without saying anything.
Then he moved a little closer, the hot scent of sandalwood lingered, and Kong Yanze looked up at Zhou Baiqiao.
"Take it off."
Kong Yanze was startled by his voice, and seeing his unusual look, he swallowed subconsciously and turned away.
He reached out and took off the suit jacket he was wearing.
The wet T-shirt stuck to his body and it was like tearing off tape when he peeled it off. Kong Yanze grabbed the hem of the shirt and carefully glanced at Zhou Baiqiao who was staring at him, then he suddenly pulled it off.
The wet clothes were heavy, and the fair skin was left with wet marks, which looked like being licked inch by inch under the light. Zhou Baiqiao raised his hand and put it on his shoulder. Kong Yanze shuddered. The room was heated enough, so it was not cold at all.
"Turn around." He seemed suddenly intimidating.
Kong Yanze turned around slowly, not knowing whether he should ask him to give him at least one night's rest.
"It's swollen."
Zhou Baiqiao's fingers were on his back. Kong Yanze felt him pressing on the burning scar and couldn't help but hug his arms and shrink.
The finger rubbed his back like a feather, and Kong Yanze immediately felt numbness from his back to his neck. He couldn't see Zhou Baiqiao, but could only see the suit jacket thrown aside and smell the scent of sandalwood on him.
"Only the back?"
Kong Yanze lied immediately: "Well, yes."
His fingers were already on his lower back, extending along his spine into the belt. The rubber band was tight, but it was not as noticeable as his fingers on his tailbone.
Zhou Baiqiao suddenly let go of the rubber band, and it bounced back with a slight noise, neither loud nor soft.
"Go wash up."
There was no mirror in the bathroom, only the bright white tiles that dimly reflected his body.
exchange.
This word popped into his mind, and Kong Yanze raised his head and let the water wash over his body. The overly bright incandescent light was dazzling, and his overly tense nerves temporarily relaxed.
Did he make the right choice?
Soon he stopped thinking about this question. Right or wrong, it was meaningless. The hot water washed over his body, and his back and calves were burning with pain, hot and numb. The more the pain got, the more refreshing he felt.
He thought of the card hidden in the drawer of Xiao Guanlan's bedroom, and he thought about escaping, a plan full of loopholes. But in the end, he still hated her, hated her so much that he wanted revenge even if he twisted himself beyond recognition.
Even if he wanted to run away from all this, it shouldn't be now. He shouldn't be the one running away in such a hurry.
It turns out that at this point, he can do whatever it takes, but he really can't think of how to be kind and generous.
Kong Yanze turned off the hot water, wiped his hair casually, wrapped himself in a bathrobe and walked out barefoot. When he lowered his head, he saw a pair of slippers at the door, which were exactly his size.
Kong Yanze's psychological preparation collapsed halfway. He looked up and saw Zhou Baiqiao sitting aside, unpacking the ointment.
He changed into a new set of clothes and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing a muscular arm. The warm yellow light cast a little shadow on the side of his face, but the side of his face facing the light was full of glistening eyelashes, and he looked quiet and peaceful.
He raised his eyes and finally stopped his gaze at his feet. He looked away with satisfaction: "Apply some on yourself first."
The master bedroom was spacious, Zhou Baiqiao left enough space for him, and didn't even get close to him, and went to the bathroom after he finished speaking. Kong Yanze's other half's psychological preparation also collapsed, picking up the ointment he had placed there, he looked at them one by one, and they were all marked.
Kong Yanze was a little restless. While he was taking a shower, Zhou Baiqiao turned into Uncle Zhou again.
Before he finished applying, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. Kong Yanze subconsciously grabbed the bathrobe and tried to pull it up, but then he let go and the bathrobe hung on his waist and hips.
He twisted his head in front of the mirror and applied medicine. His flawless white back was covered with red and swollen scars. It looked like violence and abuse, but it was secretly alluring.
Zhou Baiqiao, however, walked over without even looking at him, with a cool mist all over his body. He just took the ointment from his hand and stood behind him in silence.
He didn't use a cotton swab, and the sticky paste on his fingers was a little cold, but his fingers were very hot. Kong Yanze held on to the wall, his shoulder blades rose and fell, and his beautifully contoured back trembled.
"Does it hurt?"
His voice was low and gentle. Kong Yanze looked up at the mirror and saw him wearing a dark bathrobe, with his eyes lowered and concentrating.
There was a little sweat on his forehead, and his exposed chest was strong and sturdy, completely different from the lines he had trained, and was full of purely aggressive male hormones.
“It’s a punishment.”
His movements were gentle and his words were indescribable, like an elder, not a lover.
"Uncle Zhou." Kong Yanze called out tentatively, and after hearing him hum, he continued to ask, "Tonight... shall I go to the guest room later?"
Zhou Baiqiao finished wiping his back, and when he heard him ask this, he lowered his head and smiled. The hot air he exhaled touched his ears, but he didn't answer.
Kong Yanze suddenly opened his eyes wide, put his hands in front of him, and his face turned red from his neck to his earlobes.
Zhou Baiqiao suddenly lifted the hem of his bathrobe, touched his plump buttocks with his hand, and pinched it with his ointment-stained hand, frivolously and obscenely. Then he looked down and cared with disapproval.
"There are injuries here too, how can you lie?"
Kong Yanze looked at Zhou Baiqiao in the mirror. He raised his eyes to hide the little mole and stared at himself in the mirror.
"We have to hurry up here, Uncle Zhou is anxious."
Kong Yanze immediately lowered his head, his ears were burned by his words.
But this also means that Zhou Baiqiao will not touch him for the time being. As expected, he just helped him apply the medicine, let him dry for a while, and then went to bed.
Although they were sleeping in the same bed, Kong Yanze was lying on the other side with his arms folded, as if there was a river between them. Even if he stretched out his hand, he could not touch Zhou Baiqiao.
Kong Yanze thought he would never fall asleep, but the sound of rain was getting heavier, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. He didn't move, lying on his side, curled up, until someone put his arm around his waist and pulled him over.
Kong Yanze suppressed a cry of surprise in his throat, feeling his body temperature and smelling the light sandalwood scent on him. He couldn't see anything in the darkness, but his senses were magnified, his breathing and the palm on his back.
"Looks like I need to coax her." His voice was low and a little nasal, gentle and ambiguous in the night that broke all boundaries.
Kong Yanze's hand touched his abdominal muscles, which were not as hard as he had imagined, but soft. He heard him take a deep breath, and this time it was hard.
He quickly withdrew his hand and closed his eyes, then he felt a hand on his back patting him gently, very softly, without hurting his wound.
Kong Yanze felt like a taut rubber band tonight, being stretched and relaxed by Zhou Baiqiao's casual fingers.
He should have been wary, but Kong Yanze felt inexplicably at ease when he was patted by him, and before he knew it, he fell asleep on what he thought would be the most sleepless night of his life.
When he woke up in the morning, the rain had lessened, but the sky was still a little gloomy. Kong Yanze felt that there was no one around him anymore, only his scent was still in the quilt.
"Good morning, young master. The master has told you to drink some ginger soup after dinner to help you sweat."
Kong Yanze sat at the dining table. Apart from the servants coming in and out and the housekeeper who was with him, he saw no one else. He hesitated for a moment, then put down his spoon and asked.
"Where's Uncle Zhou?"
The housekeeper smiled and placed the ginger soup next to him: "The master said he would come back to have lunch with you at noon."
Kong Yanze didn't ask any more questions. He closed his eyes and held his breath and drank the spicy ginger soup in one breath. After drinking one cup, the coldness was dispelled and his stomach felt warm.
Careful, mature, and at ease, he can't beat him. Kong Yanze warned himself not to think about demanding other things, and not to be greedy.
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Xiaonanyuan is very quiet, completely different from the scene of flowers and trees everywhere in Xiaoguanlan. There is a bamboo forest in the backyard, and there are scattered lotus flowers and large green lotus leaves in the pond. Apart from these, there are large areas of green. There are no flowers, only trees with lush branches and leaves.
He finished the tour in the morning. There were no complicated landscapes or winding corridors in the Chinese garden architecture. Instead, it was very modern, small and comfortable.
Kong Yanze was sitting under the shade of a tree. He heard the chirping of birds, a small sound of flapping wings, and a chubby gray-white bird landed on the ground, then was startled away by the faint sound of a car passing by.
Zhou Baiqiao didn't know what he was busy with. He didn't come back at noon and didn't come back until this afternoon. Kong Yanze's face faded quickly.
There were no marks in the morning, and her fair and beautiful face was tanned with a pink tint.
The housekeeper saw him coming back from outside and whispered to him that Zhou Baiqiao was in the study. Kong Yanze had no intention of going there now, so he had to take the porcelain cup from his hand.
"Enter."
Zhou Baiqiao must have just returned from a meeting. His shirt was neatly dressed, the black cuffs on his arms showed off his muscles, and he was wearing half-black-framed glasses on his nose. He lowered his head and flipped through the documents in his hands, with a black and gold fountain pen between his fingers resting on the table.
Kong Yanze was stunned for a moment holding the teacup. The sunlight outside the window shone on his profile. He felt a sense of familiarity while he was distracted, and subconsciously wanted to call out a name that even he found unfamiliar.
"Sorry, I said I'd be back at noon."
Zhou Baiqiao looked up at him, reached out to take the teacup from his hand, and whispered thank you.
Kong Yanze scanned the information at hand. He couldn't understand it, but he saw Jinnan printed on the corner. He suddenly came back to his senses and turned to look at Zhou Baiqiao, who was leaning back in a chair drinking tea, with his hair half-covered and his posture calm.
"Uncle Zhou, I'd like to ask you for a favor."
Zhou Baiqiao put the water cup back on the table, pretended to listen attentively, and his eyes moved from the side of his face to his eyes.
"Help me win once."
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