Yu Qiao was stunned for a moment, then looked at Shen Zhao with a touched expression. The young master cared about her!
Shen Zhao looked away with disdain, hesitated for a moment, then used his long fingers to hold the serving chopsticks to put some food on her plate. He lowered his voice and muffled it, saying, "Eat quickly!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, Xiao Zhao has finally figured it out? She hasn't served her brother any food in all these years." Shen Hanyang stared jealously at the food in Yu Qiao's bowl.
Yu Qiao felt a chill run down her spine. She gripped her chopsticks tightly, afraid to move, and stared at the food in her bowl with a conflicted expression.
Does this mean he wants the food in her bowl?
Should we give it up?
Would it be inappropriate to refuse?
After an internal struggle, a crack appeared on Yu Qiao's expressionless face, and she pushed the bowl away with a pained expression: "Here, you can eat this."
Shen Zhao's temples throbbed, he choked on his breath, coughing so hard his lungs felt like they were going to come out, his peach blossom eyes filled with angry tears, he straightened his back and slammed down his chopsticks.
"I'm not eating!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Zhao stepped away from the dining table.
Shen Hanyang's eyelids twitched. He never expected this girl to be so dense. Shen Zhao also suddenly became petty. He glanced at Shen Zhao, whose back was filled with anger, and stretched out his Er Kang hand as if he wanted to cry: "Zhao, come back. I won't eat!"
Yu Qiao blinked blankly, like a silly goose, her eyelashes fluttering as she looked up at the upstairs, then looked down at the food in her bowl.
Helplessly, she pursed her lips, clenched her fingers, and stared sincerely at Shen Hanyang: "You really won't eat?"
"I dare not eat it." Shen Hanyang shook his head violently, knowing perfectly well that this was probably his future sister-in-law.
He looked at Yu Qiao with admiration and gave her a thumbs up.
This is the woman who can make Shen Zhao, this iron tree, bloom! She's truly amazing!
Shen Hanting casually lifted his eyelids, his scrutinizing gaze sweeping directly at Yu Qiao, his long eyebrows furrowing slightly in vigilance.
Qin Jin'er was full of worries because of Jiang Zhujun's matter. When she saw Shen Zhao's exasperated appearance, a smile appeared on her face, and she comforted him, "Zhao Bao has a bad temper. He will calm down on his own in a while."
"I made him angry again." Yu Qiao lowered her head dejectedly, picked up her chopsticks and bowl, and finished the food in the bowl in a few bites.
Feeling extremely uncomfortable, she kept glancing up at the second floor, her eyes yearning. Finally, she hesitantly asked, "Madam, I... I've finished eating. May I leave?"
Qin Jin'er: "Of course."
"Thank you, Madam." Yu Qiao's eyes lit up, and she stood up abruptly. She carelessly bumped into the corner of the table, but didn't even frown, and ran upstairs to the second floor.
Shen Yujin chuckled: "When did Zhao Bao become so petty?"
"Mom and Dad, did you see that just now? As soon as Xiao Zhao heard that the little maid was going to give me the food, his face turned green immediately." Shen Hanyang couldn't help but laugh.
“This woman needs to be investigated. If she has ill intentions towards Xiao Zhao…” Shen Hanting’s dark eyes were filled with vigilance, and his tone became more sinister: “Then don’t blame me for being impolite.”
Qin Jin'er and Shen Yujin exchanged a glance, their expressions gradually becoming serious. Even the carefree and easygoing Shen Hanyang's face darkened.
"Han Ting is right. What happened back then must never happen again." Chen Yujin's gentle voice turned cold and eerie, his eyes filled with intense regret and lingering fear.
Qin Jin'er grasped Shen Yujin's hand, and a chill ran down her spine as she recalled that incident.
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"Knock knock—"
Yu Qiao stood at the door of Shen Zhao's room. This was the fifth time she had knocked, but Shen Zhao still refused to open the door for her. Frustrated, she lowered her head and twisted her fingers.
He frowned uneasily and asked tentatively, "Young Master, shall I take my leave now?"
There was no response.
Looking at the tightly closed door.
Yu Qiao sighed in annoyance, her slender shoulders drooping, and turned to leave.
Click.
The door was opened.
Shen Zhao leaned against the left door frame. The bright light in the room made his skin appear even paler, and the bluish-purple veins were faintly visible beneath his thin skin.
He coughed lightly, his long, slender fingers covering his lips. A touch of crimson appeared at the corner of his eyes, his eyes misty with moisture. His brows were slightly furrowed, and the ends of his hair on his forehead were a little messy. His tone was not good.
"Yu Qiao, you're just leaving like that?!"
Yu Qiao stopped in her tracks, turned around to look at him, her expression blank and a little dazed, looking both aloof and adorable: "Young Master, so you weren't asleep."
"Then why didn't you open the door when I knocked?" Yu Qiao pointed to the door.
She tilted her head slightly, her gaze fixed on the door.
Shen Zhao suppressed the itch in his throat, frowning in annoyance. He didn't know if he was annoyed with himself or with Yu Qiao, this stubborn and single-minded woman!
If he doesn't open the door, can't I just knock a few more times?
Apologize to him and try to appease him!
He's not opening the door and he's trying to leave!?
hehe.
"Yu Qiao, you're so stupid."
“…” Yu Qiao frowned, thinking: “I’m very smart.”
When she was little, they wouldn't let her read or write, so she picked up other people's discarded books to learn from, and she did.
The teachers all praised her for being smart.
"You mean I misspoke?" Shen Zhao stared intently at her, his peach blossom eyes filled with moisture, a mixture of annoyance and reproach, making him look like a male fox spirit.
Yu Qiao thought about it seriously again.
Is she really that stupid?
But she learns everything very quickly.
Young Master is wrong; she is clearly very smart.
This time, Yu Qiao said with a firm tone and unwavering eyes, "Yes, you're wrong. I am very smart."
"You, you! Cough cough cough cough..." Shen Zhao choked on his breath, pressed his slender collarbone against the wall and coughed violently, his reddened eyes welling up with tears.
Long, pale fingers gripped the wall, their knuckles showing a broken, bluish-white tinge.
Yu Qiao looked even more bewildered and quickly stepped forward to help him catch his breath.
Shen Zhao's shirt collar was undone, revealing a large expanse of white skin due to his slight bending over, showcasing his collarbone and pectoral muscles...
Yu Qiao didn't pay attention to the angle. She was patting his chest to help him catch his breath, but her foot slipped and her hand slipped, and she crawled into his shirt.
I touched a large patch of warm, firm skin.
!
Yu Qiao was stunned, and hurriedly tried to explain, "I...I didn't mean to!"
She pinched it.
It feels pretty good.
Shen Zhao was dumbfounded, his whole body stiffened, his peach blossom eyes widened, his expression was one of astonishment and anger, his brows were furrowed tightly, and the tips of his ears were red.
Enraged, he yelled at her, "How much longer do you want to touch me?!"
Yu Qiao stared at his handsome face.
The room was brightly lit, casting a glow on him, making his jet-black hair seem to shimmer. His long, curled black eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing his widow's peak, and his gaze held a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment.
Yu Qiao felt the hard muscles with her fingertips.
My throat slipped uncontrollably.
Qingling's hesitant voice became clear: "If possible, I'd like to touch you for a while longer."
Shen Zhao: "Get out of here! You female hooligan!"
Yu Qiao: "..."
The air seemed to freeze instantly, turning into ice, a minute later.
Yu Qiao withdrew her hand with a regretful look, took a step forward, stood on tiptoe, and buttoned up his unbuttoned shirt, vaguely trying to cover up her misunderstanding: "Ah...? I thought you agreed. It's not my business. It wasn't my idea. No, I didn't think of it."
The buttons were fastened meticulously.
Yu Qiao smoothed out the wrinkles on his collar, straightened her back, and looked up at him sincerely.
"You're still trying to argue!" Shen Zhao's face turned bright red with anger. He twitched his lips, but was choked up by her honest and bright eyes. He didn't know whether he was angry at her or at himself. He turned his back, his face sour: "I can't be bothered with you, you idiot."
As soon as he finished speaking, he clutched his chest, his heart pounding wildly as if he were having an epileptic seizure.
This is unbelievable!
It looked like he was about to close the door.
Yu Qiao's eyelashes trembled, and without the slightest hesitation, she rushed into the room, slamming the door shut behind her.
"What...what else do you want to do?!" Caught off guard, Shen Zhao turned around and looked down at her, a sweet fragrance wafting from her nostrils.
A lone man and a lone woman, alone in a room.
For some inexplicable reason, Shen Zhao swallowed, his Adam's apple burning hot, and the tips of his ears turning even redder: "Cough cough cough cough..."
"What...what else do you want to do!?"
Yu Qiao pursed her rosy lips, scanned the room, and finally fixed her gaze on a large bed.
She boldly grabbed Shen Zhao's hand, pulled him along, and said in a firm tone, "Didn't we sleep together?"
"What do you mean 'slept together'?!" Shen Zhao's temples throbbed. "I was forced by you, and besides! We didn't sleep together! We just slept under the covers!"
Is this person genuinely stupid or just pretending?
“What’s the difference…” Walking to the bedside, Yu Qiao let go of him, unbuttoned her clothes with her fingertips, turned her head, and stared at him seriously: “I’m going to sleep with you tonight.”
As she spoke, she began to unbutton her pretty dress...
Her fair and slender shoulders were exposed.
Shen Zhao's eyes stung from the blinding white light. He turned around, panting heavily, and said, "No."
"Put your clothes on and hurry up."
Yu Qiao gave a faint "oh" and continued moving. Her beautiful dress fell to the ground, and she crawled into the quilt, only her round head peeking out.
She looked at him with her beautiful big eyes: "Young Master, come up quickly."
Hurry up and get on!
Shen Zhao clenched his fingers tightly, his whole body burning up.
My eyelashes fluttered wildly as I forced myself not to look at her.
"Young Master, your face is so red. Are you shy?" Yu Qiao asked curiously, a rare and unusual expression appearing on her usually expressionless face.
Shen Zhao only glanced at her briefly before staring at her intently, unable to look away.
Yu Qiao is very beautiful, the kind of beauty that you can't forget once you see her.
Even on our first meeting, she was dirty and looked like a frightened little animal, easily startled.
Standing outside the shop window, his dark eyes stared intently at the cake.
Like a down-and-out, pitiful rag doll.
The rag doll's face never showed any expression, but now that its beautiful features had an expression, it was even more captivating...
Shen Zhao swallowed hard, his face flushed, and he snorted angrily, "No!"
"Come up." Yu Qiao patted the spot next to her, lifted the blanket, and carelessly lifted most of it, revealing her... body.
She was only wearing a pretty bra.
Shen Zhao was completely out of sorts. He turned around in fright, pressed his tongue against his back teeth, and roared in a rough voice, "No!"
"Yu Qiao, do you even know that men and women shouldn't touch each other?!"
"Come up." She only repeated these two words.
Shen Zhaotao's eyes widened, and she stood there dumbfounded, wanting to but not daring to.
"Young Master, are you... afraid?" Yu Qiao noticed that Shen Zhao's fingertips were trembling. She pursed her lips and asked slowly, with a hint of provocation.
I learned this from a book; it's called the "provocation tactic."
"You don't dare? Fine then. I thought you were a grown man who wouldn't be afraid of anything. Turns out you're afraid to share a bed with me."
Shen Zhao's long, slender eyebrows twitched suddenly, and the itch in his throat returned. He gave a cold laugh, and his long, slender, white fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt.
Click.
His clothes fell to the floor, and he lay down in bed, his body stiff, staring at the ceiling, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He couldn't take it anymore.
She turned to her side and wrapped herself tightly in the blanket.
But the pleasant aroma was even stronger.
This was the second time they had shared a bed.
Bang, bang, bang
"Why aren't you moving?" Yu Qiao poked his back, her tone curious, as if she really thought it was true.
Shen Zhao kept his eyes tightly closed: "Go to sleep."
"What's there to move?"
"Oh." Yu Qiao stared at him, blinked, and said calmly, "I want to hold you while I sleep."
!!
Shen Zhao propped himself up and sat up, his face flushed red: "No, we can't do this."
"You sleep here, I... I'll go to the sofa."
He stuttered.
Yu Qiao gripped his wrist tightly, pressed his shoulders to make him lie down again, and looked down at his peony-like lips: "You'll catch a cold."
"I...I can't..." Shen Zhao's eyes darted away as he struggled, "Yu Qiao, don't press down on me!"
Does she even realize that he's a hot-blooded man?
Get away! Ah!
boom--
Yu Qiao suddenly lowered her head and leaned close to Shen Zhao's handsome, flushed face, pouting her lips and gently kissing his thin lips.
Her lips, soft and rosy like a peony, felt exactly as she had imagined. Yu Qiao licked her pink lips, her gaze lingering: "Want to kiss me again?"
Shen Zhao was suddenly kissed.
In an instant, his whole body turned bright red. He stared at her with his peach-blossom eyes in disbelief, his mind blank, and he couldn't say a word.
"That means you agree." Yu Qiao pressed down on Shen Zhao's shoulder, lowered her head, and kissed him.
...
Shen Zhao was completely stunned.
It remained motionless, like a toy being manipulated.
After a long while, Yu Qiao finally wiped away the bright red blood from the corner of his lips with satisfaction: "Young Master, you are just as I imagined, very easy to kiss."
"..." Shen Zhao's eyes glistened with tears. He blinked, finally snapping out of his daze. He turned to glare at her with annoyance: "Do you still remember that you are my maid!"
"Your behavior is... utterly despicable!" He swallowed hard, then pursed his lips.
Staring at Yu Qiao's shameless appearance, he felt a surge of anger rising in his chest.
Yu Qiao didn't care. She closed her eyes and said, "I'm going to sleep."
"Before you realize it."
!!! !!! !
What kind of outrageous and inappropriate language is this?!
Shen Zhao glanced quickly at the trembling little Shen Zhao, and gritted his teeth: "Yu Qiao! Who did you learn to be so bad from!"
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