Chapter 223 Wounds
Zhou Pingchuan actually likes me.
The person I like actually likes me!
Back home, lying in bed, Xia Mian still found it incredibly unbelievable when she thought about it.
The world is so big, and there are so many people, but the person he likes happens to like him back. What are the odds of that?
He is truly God's favorite!
hey-hey!
"What are you laughing at?" Zhou Pingchuan was drying his hair when he came out of the bathroom and saw someone lying on the bed, resting his chin on his hands, laughing so hard that his eyes were crinkled with wrinkles.
"...I saw a joke, it's hilarious."
"But your phone is on the bedside table," Zhou Pingchuan kindly reminded him.
aestivation:"……"
Xia Mian: "You misheard me. I said I thought of a joke, not that I saw a joke. And what's wrong with me laughing in my own home? Is it any of your business?"
When speaking, in order to make their "soliciting arguments" sound more natural, boys would slouch down and prop up their upper bodies, making their figures appear more supple and their buttocks rounder and perkier.
Zhou Pingchuan's gaze remained fixed on that spot for a long time.
Sexually, his desires have always been lukewarm; he simply takes care of his needs on his own. Lately, whether it's because he's been too busy or Xia Mian isn't home, his body has been very calm, without sending any signals.
At this moment, seeing the scene before him, his pent-up desires surged forth like a floodgate being opened.
Feeling the intense gaze, Xia Mian subconsciously glanced at her buttocks, then turned her head and was unexpectedly confronted by the ferocious beast.
Lurking in its bathrobe, head held high, poised to pounce.
Damn... It seems even scarier now that I haven't seen it for a while?
"Is it okay?" Zhou Pingchuan asked, looking down.
"Just do it if you want, why ask him?" Xia Mian was too embarrassed to give a direct answer: "I have work tomorrow morning."
After causing a scene at the teahouse, settling back home, and washing up, it was already late at night. Zhou Pingchuan glanced at his watch and said regretfully, "Indeed, it's too late."
Xia Mian: "Um...actually, I rested during the day, so staying up an hour or two later is fine too."
Zhou Pingchuan replied, "Not enough."
"???" Xia Mian cursed him inwardly for pretending, "You can't keep holding back forever, what kind of problems will you develop if you keep holding back?"
Zhou Pingchuan took two steps forward, got closer, and pressed his face against his: "Then you can help me eat it, okay?"
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"Mianmian, I was wrong." Outside the bathroom door, Zhou Pingchuan frowned and knocked.
"You're not wrong, where did you go wrong? It's me who's wrong, how could I feel sorry for you and willingly play the fool! I must have lost my mind!" the person inside the door shouted in despair.
“Mianmian, don’t be angry. Come out first. I’ll take a picture and send it to Director Wu so he can prescribe some medicine.”
Hearing this, Xia Mian was even more distraught. He opened the bathroom door, which had been locked for ten minutes: "Take a picture of it for Director Wu? Are you crazy? What did you say when he asked about the cause of the illness... ugh..."
Overcome with emotion, Xia Mian accidentally tugged at the corner of her lip while speaking, causing her to gasp for breath in pain.
Zhou Pingchuan frowned even more as he looked at the wound.
It's all his fault. He couldn't control himself and was too excited and forceful, which made the boy's lips red, probably cracked.
Her lips were also very swollen.
Zhou Pingchuan reached out, wanting to rub his hand, but then withdrew it, afraid of hurting him: "Director Wu won't say anything, be good, let me take a picture."
Director Wu is a member of the Zhou family's private medical team. He has worked for the Zhou family his entire life. He is highly skilled in medicine and also flexible in his dealings with people. He knows what to say and what not to say.
Xia Mian hesitated for a long time. He definitely didn't want others to know the reason for his injury; it was too embarrassing to talk about. But he had to go out tomorrow morning; he did have work to do.
“You’re only allowed to pat your mouth,” Xia Mian thought of a perfect solution, “Just say it’s your own mouth.”
"good."
Zhou Pingchuan followed his instructions, zoomed in on the camera, took a picture of Xia Mian's lips, and thoughtfully cropped out a small part of her philtrum.
He sent the photo to Dr. Wu: "[Image] How can I get better faster?"
Xia Mian leaned closer: "No, take it back, add 'my lips' before it."
Zhou Pingchuan did as instructed and retyped: [My lips are injured, how can I make them heal faster?]
Xia Mian nodded in satisfaction, then turned and went back to the bathroom to wash his pajamas. A few drops of splattered stains were on them; he was too embarrassed to hand them to the housekeeper, and he didn't want to throw away the gift, so he decided to do it himself.
"...I can't be so merciful in the future!" he made a resentful decision.
After he finished washing up, Zhou Pingchuan told him, "I've already sent a deliveryman to buy the medicine. He should be here in about twenty minutes."
Xia Mian exclaimed in surprise, "You actually know how to use food delivery apps?"
Zhou Pingchuan: "If I let Lao Wang buy it, you definitely won't be happy. Besides, I think with my education, using software shouldn't be a problem."
How thoughtful! Xia Mian gave him an appreciative look.
"By the way, what did you say to Dr. Wu later? Did you betray me?" Xia Mian held out her hand. "Let me check your phone."
After saying that, he immediately realized that his behavior was inappropriate. Zhou Pingchuan valued privacy highly, and asking for his phone number could easily cause offense.
He quickly withdrew his hand, about to say, "Just kidding, no need," but Zhou Pingchuan unlocked the screen, shoved the phone into his hand, and said a six-digit number: "I'll go rinse it again. If the screen is locked, you can unlock it yourself. This is the password."
He paused for a moment, then added, “All my current savings and electronic devices have the same password, including my computer, so you can look at them freely. I’ll have my team sort out the investment funds tomorrow, compile a copy of the key, and send it to you. As for the bank safe deposit boxes, I’ll have to go over and add your fingerprints and iris scans when I have time. As for fixed assets, adding names to each one is a bit troublesome, so we can just sign an agreement and have it notarized.”
Xia Mian was completely exasperated: "Stop, stop, stop! I just want to enjoy your money, I don't need anything else, and we're not getting a divorce. Besides, I'm quite good at making money, okay?"
As long as the two people are of one mind, it doesn't matter whose name the assets are in. Besides, given the Zhou family's wealth, they would never need to sell assets to make ends meet.
Zhou Pingchuan glanced at him.
There is no true love in wealthy families. Everyone has their own agenda. Even if a marriage is based on mutual affection, terms will be added before and after the wedding to protect their own and their family's interests.
I wonder what kind of environment could raise a child as open and honest as Xia Mian.
The child he... likes.
After Zhou Pingchuan went into the bathroom, Xia Mian picked up his phone. He didn't look at anything else, but went straight to the chat history with the contact labeled "Dr. Wu" and clicked on it.
Z: [My lips are injured, how can I make them heal faster?]
Wu Di: [Did you bump into something?]
Z: [Caused by external force]
Wu Di: [The picture is a bit blurry; I can only see abrasions. Are there any cracks?]
Z: [There is a laceration]
Wu Di: [Oh... laceration, use this medicine [image], if it's not urgent, I'll bring it over tomorrow morning]
Each word is normal, yet each word is also profoundly meaningful.
Seeing this, Xia Mian closed her eyes, exuding a faint sense of death.
He wanted to take back what he had just said.
He wants to divorce Zhou Pingchuan right now!!!
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