Chapter 176 "It's alright, I saw you."
The power had just been restored, and the voltage was still unstable. The lights flickered on and off a few times, like the heartbeat of someone slowly sinking into hibernation.
Reason told him that he should refuse decisively. On the contrary, the little deer was suddenly roused. It was so disobedient and so active. It only needed one word from Zhou Pingchuan to make it excited and keep secreting juices.
Xia Mian took a small step back and tightened his legs. He realized that he was being lured into a trap step by step, and the feeling of being controlled was not pleasant at all.
He needed to regain some control, so he didn't respond to Zhou Pingchuan's words but instead changed the subject: "Finally, the phone is back on. Have you eaten? If not, there's some grouper and sushi here. I'll ask Chestnut to come and prepare it."
Looking at the wooden lunchbox in his hand, which clearly showed signs of use, Zhou Pingchuan raised an eyebrow: "Mr. Xia, I flew all the way to Yunshan, and you're serving me leftovers."
"Hiss," Xia Mian suddenly remembered. Yunshan had been nearly paralyzed all day; trains and flights were canceled, many passengers were stranded at airports and stations, and private jets certainly couldn't be accommodated. The highways had also remained closed. He asked curiously, "How did you get here?"
Zhou Pingchuan never talks about difficulties; he only cares about results. But boys react faster than before, and without some tricks, he might not get the desired outcome.
"The business jet landed in a neighboring city, and then the company flew over by helicopter," Zhou Pingchuan said. He obtained his helicopter pilot's license while pursuing his master's degree. "The weather was bad today, and the visibility was very low. All the navigation lights on the rooftop helipad of the Xingqiong Building were black, so we could only land using reflective markers."
The man spoke in a normal tone, without uttering a single word of "difficulty," but Xia Mian knew just how perilous the entire process had been.
He himself has flown helicopters, fixed-wing aircraft and powered gliders. During the take-off and landing of aircraft, visual navigation is required with lights such as approach lights, flight path guidance lights, PTAD boundary lights and so on.
Without the use of light signals, pilots may land off course or too far away. On rooftop helipads like this, if not properly controlled, they could even overshoot the landing area, causing unpredictable disasters!
"Then why did you come here? I'm perfectly fine staying in the hotel, nothing will happen to me," he said, his tone slightly anxious, tinged with lingering fear.
“It’s alright,” Zhou Pingchuan shook his head, “I saw you.”
I've overcome countless hardships and dangers just to see you.
Xia Mian's Adam's apple bobbed, and his heart seemed to plummet as if it had lost its weight, then soared high again. He didn't know what to say; in this atmosphere, nothing he said seemed appropriate.
"Isn't there a reward?" Zhou Pingchuan reminded him.
Xia Mian felt awkward under his straight gaze. After thinking for a while, she finally stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek.
This kiss was like a fuse, igniting the gunpowder that had been laid out beforehand.
Zhou Pingchuan didn't let Xia Mian go back at all. Taking advantage of the height she was standing on tiptoe, he bent down and supported her breasts, then directly lifted her into his arms.
This height is more suitable for kissing; Xia Mian won't have to tilt her head back uncomfortably, and Zhou Pingchuan can finally see her expression clearly.
After the kiss, Zhou Pingchuan looked at his wet eyes, lifted him up a little, and kissed his beautifully curved neck and delicate little ear.
Xia Mian initially tried to break free, but those areas... were too sensitive, and he dared not and did not want Zhou Pingchuan to touch them. Zhou Pingchuan swayed a couple of times, saying apologetically, "Sorry, I'm not using a cane, so I'm a little unsteady."
Ahhhh, why are you apologizing? I bullied the disabled person! I was wrong, I deserve to die!
Xia Mian dared not move again, letting the other party ravage her, leaving red marks on her fair skin.
Then, the atmosphere got a little out of control.
The wooden lunchbox containing grouper and sushi fell to the ground, scattering the sushi all over the floor.
This is a restaurant with more than 30 years of history. The owner is extremely strict about food. He personally selects every ingredient and personally shapes and plates every piece of sushi to ensure that the ingredients are properly matched and the order of the dishes is sufficient to balance the flavors before presenting them to the diners.
Meanwhile, Zhou Pingchuan was also making the only sushi he would ever make in his life.
The rice had already been cooked. He first held the rice ball in his palm, carefully felt its size and length, and then scraped off some sushi vinegar from the top and spread it evenly on the rice ball.
There was a lot of sushi vinegar, and Zhou Pingchuan's palms were wet, but this made it easier to shape the rice balls. He used two fingers to hold the bottom of the rice ball, and with the other hand, he gently and slowly pinched it up and down.
The sushi quickly took shape, with a layer of glistening liquid covering the originally white rice ball, trembling precariously, looking quite adorable.
Years of studying abroad had left Zhou Pingchuan with a stomach ailment, causing him to avoid cold food. But today, drawn by the aroma, he bent down and took a bite of the rice ball. Without warning, the rice ball solidified in that instant. Sticky salad dressing overflowed from it, some even getting onto the corners of his mouth!
Zhou Pingchuan straightened up and gave a cryptic smile. He licked the salad dressing from the corner of his mouth. Sushi needs to be topped with ingredients, usually seafood, and as a qualified chef, he didn't stop, working his way down the rice ball, using the salad dressing to continue preparing the seafood.
What he would need today? He wasn't sure beforehand; he could only rely on his own observation and intuition.
Oh, it's a sweet shrimp, from the deep sea area of Greenland, Denmark. The pink shrimp meat is so soft and tender that it's almost too sweet.
The quality of a piece of sushi depends 20% on the rice and 80% on the toppings. Looking at this sweet shrimp, Zhou Pingchuan suddenly developed a love for cold dishes.
This is a piece of sushi that makes you want to devour it as soon as possible.
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After successfully making the sushi, Zhou Pingchuan wasn't in a hurry. He sat by the bed for a while, working for half an hour, and a light sweat appeared on his forehead.
In the latter half, Xia Mian helplessly grabbed a pillow and covered his mouth. At that moment, he was holding that pillow in his arms, using it to block his view—a good actor trying to cover up his true intentions.
Zhou Pingchuan didn't expose him. He raised his hand—his index and middle fingers wrinkled from soaking—and quietly admired it. His expression was very relaxed, like a master chef at ease compared to Xia Mian, who was limp on the bed.
"What are you looking at!" Xia Mian said angrily. "Move aside, I'm going to take a shower."
"Do you want me to carry you?" Zhou Pingchuan finally put his hands down and asked.
Last time, Xia Mian wished Zhou Pingchuan a Happy New Year in advance. He certainly didn't want it to happen again, but he would never show weakness either. He forced himself to sit up and slowly moved to the edge of the bed, wanting to wait until his legs got used to it before getting out of bed.
But the moment he moved, the damp, cool touch made him freeze in place.
As is well known, after being caught from the deep sea, the crew needs to flash-freeze the shrimp immediately to preserve their freshness.
During the cooking process, the sweet shrimp gradually melted, releasing a sweet juice that was absolutely delightful.
"Do you want me to carry you?" Zhou Pingchuan asked again.
Xia Mian felt she couldn't move anymore, so she gritted her teeth and nodded.
"I had Yu Heng book a new room. After you shower, do you want to sleep by yourself, or come upstairs and sleep with me?" Zhou Pingchuan's gaze subtly swept across the bed sheets.
This bed is definitely unusable, and I can't ask the staff to change the sheets; it would be obvious.
Summer Sleep's voice was barely audible: "...Let's sleep together."
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