20. Are you deaf? I said my back hurts, be gentle!
Her expression changed, and she took out her phone to verify.
She glanced at the page a few times, then couldn't resist touching it. The fabric was soft and gave off a faint scent of gardenias. Her expression changed drastically again, this time flushing bright red.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, she turned around and said, "Chu Chiyi! Did you wash my underwear?"
The man glanced at her, then nodded without changing his expression: "Yes, it's that package from last time that you never picked up."
He was right, but Mu Jia became even angrier: "What kind of food or fresh produce could be in such a light box? Who buys expensive items online? You were out of work the other day, and you expect me to answer your calls?"
Chu Chiyi didn't say anything more. After putting his things away, he walked straight out.
Liu Mujia stood there, her face burning, and she cursed even more angrily, "Chu Chiyi, my mom won't even wash my underwear anymore! Are you a real pervert?!"
After Mu Jia finished showering and changing her clothes, it was almost completely bright outside the window. But since she didn't have to go to work, she comfortably lay in bed and started scrolling through her phone.
A few minutes later, I suddenly felt the other side of the bed sink gently.
Her breath hitched, and she opened her eyes wide in surprise, but she pretended not to hear and didn't turn around.
Until a series of hot, delicate kisses landed on her bare shoulders.
The phone in her hand crashed to the floor next to the bed with a loud thud.
Finally, he turned around in disbelief, "Chu Chiyi, it's seven in the morning!"
"Mmm," he replied verbally as he continued his work.
"Don't you need to go to work?"
"There's a court hearing this afternoon, so you don't need to go this morning."
"So... you don't need to prepare anything this morning?"
"Need not."
His kisses continued downwards, falling softly and gently, warming her cool, freshly washed skin and igniting sparks of passion within her.
"..." Mu Jia was already struggling to cope, but she was still pushing him away. "They paid so much money to hire you, how can you face your clients? You unscrupulous lawyer!"
"Yes." He suddenly chuckled softly, "But right now, I still want to be true to myself first."
After saying that, he stopped talking, his tongue tracing the outline of her earlobe, and one hand reaching behind her back to unbutton her bra one by one. The cool air touched her skin, and Mu Jia trembled slightly.
The next second, Chu Chiyi covered her with his body, their body temperatures mingling.
Mu Jia's nerves finally began to relax, like tea leaves being soaked in warm water, slowly unfurling.
But when his hand slipped under the edge of her pajama bottoms, she suddenly froze, and the muscles in her lower back that she had strained while taking down the curtains a few days ago started to ache slightly.
"No..." she whispered in protest, reaching out to push against his chest.
Chu Chiyi grabbed her wrist and pressed it against the pillow, the tenderness in his eyes fading slightly. He kissed her lips, not with the previous light touch, but with a more aggressive depth. His other hand stubbornly removed her last bit of covering.
His core strength was extremely strong, and he gradually folded her at an angle close to her limit.
At first he maintained his rhythm, but soon began to lose control. The impacts became violent, and Mu Jia bit her lip to endure the soreness in her lower back, trying to adjust her position to relieve the pain, but he held her firmly down.
"Don't move." His voice was deep, and beads of sweat slid down his forehead, dripping onto her collarbone.
As the movements intensified, she finally couldn't help but say, "Chu Chiyi... slow down, slow down, my back hurts..."
Chu Chiyi's movements suddenly paused for a moment. He slightly propped himself up, examining her face in the dim light: "Your waist, what's wrong?"
But before she could finish speaking, her mouth was suddenly sealed shut.
The next second, Chu Chiyi's eyes darkened, and he suddenly increased the force, going as deep as possible.
Mu Jia cried out in pain and yelled at him, "Are you deaf? I said my back hurts, be gentle!"
He ignored her, instead chuckled softly, his sweat-soaked chest pressed against hers, his heart pounding like a drum.
After what seemed like an eternity, he finally took a moment of kindness and placed a hand behind her back.
It was already bright daylight, and sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a narrow strip of light on the floor.
Mu Jia, however, seemed to have melted into a pool of water, the faint tingling and numbness intertwined with the pleasure in her body, making her unable to distinguish between pain and ecstasy.
Chu Chiyi wrapped his arms around her, his fingertips gently tracing the skin on her waist.
She wanted to glare at him again, but she was too sleepy to keep her eyes open.
A few hours later, Mu Jia woke up to find Chu Chiyi no longer beside her.
Anyone who has been to school or worked knows how comfortable and precious a morning nap is.
So she felt refreshed and energized.
My lower back is still sore...
When Chu Chiyi returned home that evening, Mu Jia was leaning against the sofa, watching a drama on her tablet. Seeing him enter, she casually asked, "Have you eaten? There are steamed dumplings and eggplant fritters in the fridge."
"I've already eaten." He changed his shoes and walked into the living room, then suddenly asked, "Did you cook?"
"No," Mu Jia shook her head. "Grandma Chang downstairs gave it to me."
Chu Chiyi nodded and went to the bedroom to change his clothes. He heard her say again, "I went downstairs to take out the trash today and ran into her. I really didn't expect that after so many years, she would still remember me."
Living at Chu Chiyi's house, Mu Jia could no longer openly use jet lag as an excuse to reverse her day and night. There were no work meetings abroad that required her to attend tonight, so when it was time to sleep, she could only obediently go to bed.
I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, perhaps because I had slept too much during the day.
"Jiajia, I received an email from HR at headquarters this morning saying that my two-year overseas assignment is over and I can be transferred back to China at the end of the year."
In the darkness, Mu Jia finished reading the message and replied, "Okay."
Ye Xiaoxin, who sent the message, knew it was 3 a.m. in China. She didn't expect an immediate reply; she just wanted to inform her boss as soon as possible.
But then she received a reply instantly, and couldn't help but excitedly send a peeking emoji, "Sister Jiajia, you're still awake!"
Mu Jia smiled and said, "I was asleep, but I woke up by accident."
Mu Jia walked onto the balcony and silently closed the frosted glass sliding door.
When the call connected, she gave a few instructions on the final touches and handover of the work during this last period, and then sincerely said, "Xiaoxin, congratulations. You've worked hard during your time abroad."
Ye Xiaoxin graduated and joined the company two years ago. She applied for the position of project manager for overseas assignments, so she was assigned to Latin America as soon as she joined the company and was assigned to Mu Jia's project team.
Mu Jia was always a forgiving boss, and Ye Xiaoxin felt not only grateful for her usual care, but also a sense of admiration and worship for her as a fellow girl.
Mu Jia didn't seem to have any special reaction. Instead, she smiled and changed the subject for her, saying, "The wrap-up work is quite tedious. You'll probably have to work a bit harder lately. When I go back to Mexico next month, we can talk in detail about anything that needs to be handed over in person."
A warm feeling suddenly welled up in Ye Xiaoxin's heart, but then a surge of resentment also welled up inside her. She hesitated for a moment, but still said, "That Eric Huang is really a scoundrel! Sitting in the position of head of human resources at headquarters, he thinks he can do whatever he wants and control everything!"
Mu Jia didn't speak, but then she heard the girl on the other end say, "But, but, Sister Jia... really, can't we discuss it with him again..."
The night breeze billowed Mu Jia's thin shirt, and she suddenly curled her lips into a silent sneer. "How do you plan to negotiate? Are you really going to agree to sleep with him?"
A small nightlight was turned on in the bedroom.
The man opened his eyes and silently gazed at the empty half of the bed.
Her body heat and scent still lingered on the sheets and blankets.
But temperature and flavor always seem insufficient and cannot be preserved.
His gaze shifted and landed on the pillow beside him.
There were two long black hairs of a woman on the pillow.
Mu Jia inherited her hair from her mother Yuan Mei from a young age; her hair is of very good quality, not only thick but also black and shiny.
So at this moment, the two strands of hair lying across the light-colored pillowcase are particularly noticeable.
There's a saying that people with thick, tough hair are also more resilient and stubborn than others. Once they've set their mind on something, they're unlikely to back down and will stick to it no matter what.
But she doesn't seem to be like that at all.
Her likes and preferences change very quickly, as evidenced by her frequent tinkering with her hair.
Following the natural growth pattern of her hair, keeping her long, straight, slightly wavy black hair is just her recent preference.
Aside from that, not to mention anything else, just in the last year or two, she permed and dyed her hair a sexy chestnut brown with big waves. Later, because perming damaged her hair and made it difficult to manage, she gritted her teeth and cut it into a bob that barely reached her chin. And when she came back for vacation last year, she even impulsively bleached and dyed her hair pink...
Does her behavior constitute being fickle?
Roughly speaking, even when I'm trying to sleep, I often end up chatting with other people halfway through my nap.
After watching for an unknown amount of time, Chu Chiyi suddenly reached out and twirled the two long strands of hair between his fingers.
Five minutes later, Mu Jia returned to bed.
The chill and smell of smoke on her body had mostly dissipated, and she reached out and pulled the blanket up to her chin.
The man beside her was breathing steadily, his expression serene, remaining exactly as he had been when she left.
He still had clear and bright features, and was incomparably handsome.
So it's a little better when she's asleep. At least when she's asleep, she won't do things that make her angry or say things she doesn't want to hear.
The space was eerily quiet, and the two of them lay face to face, one awake and one asleep, in silence.
She suddenly remembered that a long, long time ago, when she first lay on this bed, this scene before her eyes was something she wouldn't even dare to imagine, not even in her dreams...
So who could have imagined that, years later, the dream that we dared not dream back then would have come true?
But did I ever imagine that it would be in this identity and relationship?
Mu Jia suddenly remembered a joke, that there was a temple in Pinghai that was both very effective and not very effective no matter what you prayed for.
The reason for this is that there are indeed many examples to enumerate.
For example, someone went to pray for wealth, and sure enough, within a few weeks, they received tens of thousands.
For example, some people go to the temple to pray for a good marriage, saying they want to find a good-looking partner as soon as possible. The temple is indeed effective; the next day, the person in question received a confession of love from a very handsome man.
It seems the shaman in that temple only cares about the result, not the process.
Perhaps we can't entirely blame the gods; people are always too hasty when making wishes. Therefore, they often only focus on stating the ultimate desired outcome, rarely remembering to consider the process of achieving it, or other additional requirements.
Therefore, even if one's wishes come true, one often has to bear certain additional conditions or twists and turns that were never expected at the time.
There's even a chance that, by a twist of fate, things could turn out quite comically, and they might unwittingly find themselves trapped in a marriage trap...
Given this, is it better for a person to live a life where everything goes smoothly, or to live a life filled with regrets?
It's hard to say, Mu Jia suddenly took a silent breath, it really was hard to say.
Because she had gradually come to realize that many things in life are like this.
Her gaze fell silently on Chu Chiyi's sleeping face once again.
He was once a strong desire of hers as well.
It was later realized.
I never expected it to happen this way.
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