Chapter 80

The next day, before waking up from sleep, Song Shu turned over as usual, but halfway through, her back suddenly hit a wall of flesh. The warm body temperature instantly woke Song Shu up.

The man behind her felt her movements, tightened his hands around her waist, and rubbed his chin against her shoulder. He said in a hoarse and low voice, "Are you awake?"

Hearing his voice, the scene of last night suddenly flooded into Song Shu's mind. Now that she was leaning against his chest, the scene became more concrete. She didn't dare to move for a moment and could only reply, "Well, what time is it now?"

She was so exhausted last night that she didn't even remember when she fell asleep. Her body was still a little sore, but she felt fresh, obviously because the man had given her a bath.

When Chen Zonghao heard her question, he stood up and walked over her to pick up the watch on the bedside table.

As he moved, the quilt that was originally covering him slid down, and his muscular upper body suddenly appeared in Song Shu's sight.

He was not usually seen exercising, but he had well-proportioned muscles, not exaggerated but just the right size. Song Shu couldn't help but reach out and touch his abdomen, and in her heart she despised herself for being obsessed with food and sex.

Then she saw the man shudder, quickly pick up the watch on the bedside table, grab her naughty hand with his other hand and squeeze it, his eyes deep with warning, "Don't touch me, or do you still not want to get up now?"

Hearing his words, Song Shu immediately recalled how annoying this guy was last night. She immediately got shocked and quickly pulled her hand back, not daring to provoke him again. She turned around and asked something else, "What time is it?"

Chen Zonghao looked at her with some regret, then looked down at his watch and said, "It's almost eleven o'clock."

"What? What time?" Song Shu was surprised. It was already eleven o'clock? She didn't expect it was already noon.

The floor-to-ceiling windows in the room were covered by heavy curtains, not letting in any sunlight, making it difficult to tell whether it was day or night.

"It's over. Is it already eleven o'clock? Is Jiahui up?" Song Shu felt embarrassed and guilty. She actually slept until now.

"Don't worry, I got up earlier and prepared breakfast for her. She should be painting in the living room now." Chen Zonghao comforted her.

Song Shu wanted to cover her face. The two of them had really been through so much trouble until now. She felt embarrassed just thinking about it, so she hurriedly threw off the quilt and got up. However, when her feet touched the ground, it felt like she was stepping on cotton, so soft and spongy that she had no strength left and stumbled to the ground.

"Be careful." Chen Zonghao kept an eye on her. Seeing that she almost fell, he quickly reached out and pulled her up, and asked worriedly, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable? I'll bring you breakfast."

"No." Song Shu stood up and took her hand back. In fact, her legs were just numb for a moment. Thinking that she was in this state because of him, she couldn't help but glared at him unhappily and complained, "It's all because of you."

"Well, blame me." Chen Zonghao silently accepted the cold stare, touched his nose and dared not to retort.

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When Song Shu came out of the living room, Jia Hui was painting on the small table she had prepared for her. When she saw her coming out, she put down her paintbrush, ran over, looked up at her with concern, and said, "Sister Shu, are you feeling better?"

Song Shu looked at her in confusion, "Who said I was not feeling well?"

Jiahui tilted her head and betrayed her uncle seriously, "My uncle said that you were not feeling well and that's why you couldn't get up in the morning."

"Ahem." Chen Zonghao, who followed out, looked away in embarrassment at Song Shu's death gaze.

Song Shu glared at him, turned around and touched Jiahui's head, and her voice was a little vague towards the innocent little girl, "Well, it's much better now. What was Jiahui drawing just now?"

Seeing that she was fine, the little guy replied, "I'm drawing the Nian monster. The TV said it was Chinese New Year..."

"Come and show it to your sister." Song Shu quickly took her hand and walked towards the table, evading the question. "Come and see how our Jiahui draws. Wow, it's really great!"

Jiahui smiled so hard that her little fangs were showing, and she happily showed her painting to Sister Shu.

Chen Zonghao leaned against the door and watched them for a while, and felt that the winter in Hong Kong was not that cold.

After looking for a while, he walked over to Song Shu and asked, "Should I heat up breakfast for you or just have lunch?"

"Let's have lunch." Song Shu thought for a moment and said, it's almost lunch time now, "No need to prepare anything for lunch, let's eat something light."

Last night's New Year's Eve dinner could last her three or four days. She was completely exhausted and now she just wanted to eat something light.

"Okay." Chen Zonghao nodded after hearing what she said, then walked towards the kitchen to start preparing lunch.

For lunch, they had seafood porridge made with crab and lobster, which was not greasy and warmed the stomach.

After eating two big bowls of porridge, Song Shu felt like she was alive again and lay lazily on the sofa.

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The living room has two large floor-to-ceiling windows, and the winter sun shines in, making people feel warm.

Seeing her half lying on the sofa, Chen Zonghao walked over and sat next to her. He reached out and lifted one of her legs and placed it on his lap, massaging her with moderate force.

Song Shu shrank back reflexively and tried to pull her legs back, but Chen Zonghao held her down and she couldn't move. The man raised his eyelids and looked at her, "Didn't you say your legs were sore?"

The strength of his massage was neither too strong nor too weak, and Song Shu's legs, which had been a little sore, immediately felt relaxed, so she did not pull her feet back.

She leaned against the sofa in a relaxed posture, picked up a pillow beside her and hugged it in her arms, looking at him lazily.

The man lowered his brows, and the sunlight from the window shone in and hit his face with eyelashes, as if it was covered with a thin layer of frost, giving it a delicate and cool feeling.

She couldn't help but be fascinated by Song Shu until the man raised his head and looked at her, "Okay." Then she came to her senses and found that the man had finished massaging both of her legs.

"Oh." Song Shu was about to retract her leg, but accidentally touched his abdomen halfway, causing the man to groan. Hearing his low and unbearable voice, Song Shu suddenly became playful, and the leg that was about to be retracted seemed to step on his abdomen inadvertently, like a naughty little fish playing.

Suddenly, the man grabbed her ankle with his hand. His big hand just barely encircled her ankle, and his index finger circled her ankle. He raised his eyelids and looked at her, "Is it fun?"

Song Shu was locked in his deep gaze and trembled for a moment, but she didn't want to be the first to lose, so she kept a calm expression on her face, with her chin slightly raised, "Not bad."

"Really?" The man looked at her and raised his eyebrows, his bony fingers moving slowly from the bottom to the top of her ankle.

"I'm going to watch Jiahui paint." Song Shu pulled back her legs and stood up quickly, threw the pillow in her hand into his arms, and went to Jiahui with a blushing face.

Chen Zonghao caught the pillow she threw and chuckled as he watched her run away.

When Song Shu heard the laughter behind her, she snorted inwardly, comforting herself that she was not as shameless as him.

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By the second and third days of the Chinese New Year, since Song Shu and Chen Zonghao had no relatives to visit, they just went back to Causeway Bay to visit relatives at Liang Sao and Fu Bo's house for the past two days.

Liangsao held Song Shu's hand warmly and said with some emotion: "Ah Shu, I really missed you after you moved."

Song Shu also missed Liang Sao and the others. Although moving to Central made life more comfortable, it always felt less lively.

Although the house in Causeway Bay is small, she spent a period of her life here from confusion to stability.

On the way back, Song Shu couldn't help but say to Chen Zonghao: "Now I kind of miss the days when I lived in Causeway Bay. By the way, do you remember the first day we met? I thought you were a thief at that time. I was scared to death."

Chen Zonghao was driving, stretched out his hand to hold hers, raised his eyebrows, "How could I not remember, at that time I thought a little cat had entered the house."

Song Shu listened to his jokes and thought of the scene when they first met. She cried in front of him. She was just a little cat. She glared at him in embarrassment and said, "I didn't do that."

Chen Zonghao curled up the corners of his mouth. In fact, he wanted to say that when he saw her crying at that time, he just thought she was extremely cute and it made his heart itchy.

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During the next few days of spring break, Song Shu and her friends didn't go out much because they didn't have to visit relatives.

During these few days, Song Shu deeply realized that men who had committed adultery should not be messed with. The place she spent the most time during these days was the bed.

Since that day, the man has been staying in her room with a clear conscience, so much so that Jiahui asked in confusion, "Why is Second Uncle sleeping in Sister Shu's room?"

Chen Zonghao said shamelessly: "Because your sister Shu is my wife, husband and wife sleep together."

Jiahui frowned in confusion, "But you didn't sleep together before. It was me and Sister Shu who slept together."

The man was stumped by her question, his expression stiffened. Song Shu laughed unkindly, and when the man looked at her, she gave him a helpless look and then left the battlefield, leaving him to brainstorm on his own about how to answer Jiahui.

In the end, I don’t know how the man explained it to Jiahui, but Jiahui never asked this question again.

In fact, Song Shu really wanted the man to move back to his own room. She couldn't handle him being so energetic.

One day, Song Shu tactfully showed him a newspaper, which said, "A 30-year-old man suffered from kidney deficiency due to overwork..."

Chen Zonghao glanced at the newspaper and smiled without saying anything. He looked at her and said quietly, "Ah Shu, do you think I need to go to the gym and exercise more?"

Song Shu was surprised. Was that what she meant? She wanted him to be more restrained. If he continued to exercise, she would be the one who would suffer.

Song Shu was defeated first in the first confrontation, and she was so angry that she hit him hard on the back several times that night.

So after the spring break, Song Shu found for the first time that she was so happy to go to work.

However, her beautiful dream was shattered after the first night of work. Song Shu buried her head in the pillow and complained in a muffled voice: "Chen Zonghao, aren't you tired at work?"

The man placed his hands on both sides of her, reached out to push her sweaty hair behind her ears, lowered his head and gently bit her earlobe, "Ah Shu."

The seductive and tempting voice reached her ears and made her shudder. Song Shu desperately grabbed his arm and gave up the struggle.

The night is still long.