Chapter 112 Blushing and Heart-Pounding
...Do you like Zhou Pingchuan?
Probably not, he's not blind.
No, it has nothing to do with whether he's blind or not. Zhou Pingchuan has an excellent appearance, a good background, and a wealthy family. In the world of fame and fortune, he is already a hot commodity.
The only drawback might be the character design—who would risk their life to like a villainous boss?
...But not all villainous bosses are necessarily annoying.
So far, Zhou Pingchuan has not done anything out of line, nor has he revealed any dangerous ideas that are inconsistent with the core socialist values.
It's quite likable.
Wait, something's not right. I'm getting confused by my own thoughts. Xia Mian tapped her head with her wrist.
What are you thinking, Mianmian? Zhou Pingchuan is destined to fall in love with Xia Mingzhao. What are you hesitating about? Do you even have the right to do so?
Moreover, TV dramas say that you should blush and have a racing heart when you like someone, but he doesn't seem to have experienced that. The few times he blushed were because he was annoyed by Zhou Pingchuan.
“No, I don’t like him,” Xia Mian shook her head like a rattle-drum. “He doesn’t align with my values.”
Xu Ning shrugged, not refuting. Some things are better left unsaid; the true meaning of things should be experienced and understood by the people themselves as they get to know each other.
"Okay. When are you joining the crew? Next week is my birthday, and I'm thinking of throwing a party to celebrate and announce that I'm single again. Bring your husband over!"
Xia Mian is indeed joining the crew next week, but it's Xu Ning's birthday, and he has to make time to attend: "I'll send you the invitation later, I'll definitely come, but... I might not be able to attend that other person's birthday party."
"okk".
Because of Xu Ning's words, Xia Mian lost his appetite and was distracted when Xu Ning asked him to play games together.
His poor performance caused him to be unable to complete the game for a long time. By the time he finally left Xu Ning's house, it was already 12:30 a.m.
I opened my phone, and there wasn't a single message related to "ATM".
How can you say you like someone?
It wasn't until he got home, opened the door, and saw the man sitting on the sofa that he finally snapped out of his internal struggle: "You're still awake?"
Zhou Pingchuan put down the documents: "Hmm. Where did you go?"
He actually cares where I went? Xia Mian thought he wouldn't even notice if I disappeared for ten days or half a month: "Xu Ning's house. He's having a birthday party next week and wants to invite us."
"I'll check my schedule tomorrow and give you an answer."
Look at this textbook-worthy "business as usual" attitude. Xia Mian was too lazy to say anything more to him. She just said "Oh" and said, "Okay, then I'm going to sleep."
Immediately afterwards, the scene that had already happened twice occurred again: Zhou Pingchuan got up and went into the master bedroom with him.
Xia Mian had already gotten used to it. She didn't say anything, washed up on her own, and went to bed.
Zhou Pingchuan turned off the light, and Xia Mian noticed that he still hadn't taken off his gloves today.
I don't find it boring.
Xia Mian turned her back to Zhou Pingchuan, tucked the blanket between her legs, and settled into a comfortable position.
Perhaps it was because I played games too late at night and my nerves were too excited, but even after closing my eyes, I couldn't fall asleep.
Compared to his "unrestrained" posture, Zhou Pingchuan lay much more dignifiedly. He could feel that the other's breathing was irregular and not long, indicating that he was not asleep.
Sure enough, five minutes later, a male voice rang out in the darkness: "Are you asleep?"
Because it was deliberately lowered, it appeared soft and obedient.
"I'm not asleep."
"Um... when you sleep with me, you can take off your gloves. They're just a few scars. Don't let them affect your rest. It's unnecessary."
Zhou Pingchuan narrowed his eyes.
But perhaps because he was facing away, Xia Mian was completely unaware of the danger. He had no idea that he was teetering on the edge of death: "If you really mind, I can introduce you to a dermatologist I approve of. He's quite an authority in scar fading. In cases like this, laser treatment, microneedling, dermabrasion, tissue fillers, etc., should all be possible, or..."
"Or you could just get a tattoo on the scar, how cool would that be!"
Xia Mian became more and more excited as she spoke, and simply flipped herself back, propping her upper body up on her right elbow, and made a handshake gesture with her left hand: "When you meet your partner, just stretch your hand out like this in front of him, wow, he'll be absolutely stunned, and might even be intimidated by your aura and give you more concessions, then..."
The child continued to talk about his imagination. In his words, those scars were no longer scary, but instead became great contributors. He believed that he could use them to win over partners, control the global economic lifeline, and become a legendary underground overlord!
Even pyramid scheme operators aren't as good at talking as he is!
Zhou Pingchuan's expression changed from cold and gloomy to helpless. In the end, whether he was really brainwashed or not, when he thought of those scars again, he didn't care as much as before.
"How do you feel? I'll go with you to get a tattoo sometime!" Xia Mian asked enthusiastically.
"Not very good," Zhou Pingchuan said.
Ugh... what a downer. When he talked to Xu Ning about "likes" tonight, all he could think about was how good Zhou Pingchuan was.
But there are also many drawbacks. For example, he always speaks the truth, he always dampens his enthusiasm, and he never responds with high emotional intelligence.
Given Zhou Pingchuan's status, he doesn't need to display high emotional intelligence; others will naturally flock to him.
Xia Mian pouted and said, "Fine, if you don't want to accept it, you don't have to. We can always discuss it again if we have better ideas later."
He lay back down, having mentally prepared himself, but his beautiful eyes couldn't hide his disappointment.
The next second, a tall figure loomed in front of him, followed by a cool touch on his eyelids.
Zhou Pingchuan placed a kiss on his bright, sparkling eyes.
Unlike the previous kisses that carried a punitive undertone, this kiss was gentle, fleeting, yet the tremor it brought was etched directly into my mind.
Xia Mian paused for a few seconds, then raised her hand to touch her face; it was hot. She checked her heartbeat again; it was fast.
My face is flushed and my heart is racing; the conditions have been met.
He... might really have fallen for Zhou Pingchuan.
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Xia Mian hates internal strife; it's the most useless thing. Having inexplicably transmigrated into a book, she focuses on preserving her life; if she loses her long-term meal ticket, she finds another; if she likes someone, she pursues them—what if the other person likes her too? Wouldn't that be a win?
Moreover, he's handsome and has great taste; it's hard for anyone not to like him, right?
After realizing her feelings, Xia Mian lost her previous shyness and drifted off to sleep.
Because he had been carrying the blanket with him, he woke up from the cold in the early morning and quickly straightened the blanket and covered himself with it.
While tidying up the corners, he inadvertently discovered that Zhou Pingchuan had taken off his gloves.
The scars were probably red from being scalded by the bathwater yesterday, making them look rather grotesque. Today, at room temperature, they are only slightly darker than Zhou Pingchuan's own skin tone, and the edges have gradually blurred over time.
It's not ugly.
To put it another way, scars are a man's badge of honor.
This discovery made Xia Mian extremely happy early in the morning. After lying in place for a while, she quietly and little by little shuffled closer to Zhou Pingchuan.
Zhou Pingchuan's muscles are so well-developed, it must be very comfortable to sleep in. He wanted to try it out for himself.
And when Zhou Pingchuan wakes up and sees a handsome guy lying in his arms, he'll definitely feel incredibly happy. You can't flirt with a guy without using some tricks.
Xia Mian became more and more excited as she thought about it, and her last few rubs were a bit too rough.
Zhou Pingchuan's breathing immediately stopped, and Xia Mian quickly stopped where she was, not daring to let him notice, because if he did, the sudden feeling of surprise would disappear.
Fortunately, their breathing resumed, and Xia Mian snuggled into the other person's arms as planned, exclaiming inwardly, "Such strong arms! They're more comfortable than a pillow, so warm!"
After feeling the arm, his attention fell on the man's pectoral muscles, and he extended a sinister finger.
Just as I was about to feel that bouncy texture, someone suddenly said above my head:
Why are you snuggling into my arms?
"You want to show me your erotic fanfiction about me and you."
"Do you still want me to know that you call me 'Dad' to outsiders?"
aestivation:"……"
That bastard, let whoever likes him like him, he doesn't want to like him anymore.
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