Chapter 62 Wen Qi is a scoundrel; he came specifically to captivate her. ...
"I want to take a shower." Zhu Qingzhi turned her head, her chin resting on Wen Qi's collarbone. Her breath was unsteady, hiding her shyness and helplessness. Her soft voice had no power at all.
His lips brushed against her ear, his hot breath brushing against the back of her neck, sending a chill down her spine. Zhu Qingzhi felt both ashamed and embarrassed, so she buried her head completely in his chest, as if that would allow her to escape his teasing.
Wen Qi chuckled softly, hugging her tighter and even lifting her up slightly by the waist, his voice tinged with amusement: "Together?"
That's a big idiot!
Zhu Qingzhi was about to scold him for being shameless, but she swallowed the words back down.
Wen Qi's shirt was already wrinkled beyond recognition, and two buttons were missing. There were also lipstick marks on his left shoulder, some dark and some light.
She wasn't in much better shape; the straps of her sundress had slipped down to her arms, and she only managed to keep them from falling off by clinging to each other.
Given the state they are in now, what is shame? But the idea of showering together... let's just forget about it for now.
"No way," Zhu Qingzhi retorted sharply.
"Don't want what?" Wen Qi seemed not to have heard her clearly, or perhaps he was deliberately teasing her. He leaned against her shoulder and turned his head to look into her eyes seriously. "Don't want to take a shower, or don't want to do it together?"
"Wen Qi!" Zhu Qingzhi glared at him, calling his name through gritted teeth.
Her eyes were bright red, as if misty, with a dampness at the corners. A lingering blush remained on her cheeks, giving her a pitifully fierce look. Yet, the small mole beneath her eye was both innocent and alluring.
Wen Qi took advantage of the situation and lightly pecked her lips, then nuzzled her nose against hers and laughed, "Why are you so fierce? I'm a little scared."
How shameless! Who was being aggressive? And why did he look even slightly scared?
Zhu Qingzhi's "you" got stuck in her throat, neither coming out nor going down, but a green tea is a green tea, and she really couldn't bring herself to say it.
Finally, she chose a non-threatening retort: "I wasn't being mean. And don't you know that the most handsome men are the ones who don't talk?"
"Okay, I won't say anything." Wen Qi gently released her and even thoughtfully helped her hook the bra strap onto her shoulder.
Just when she thought he had truly returned to normal, his low voice came again, carrying a seductive and teasing tone, "Used?"
? ? ?
Zhu Qingzhi: "..."
What he said didn't seem wrong at all, and it even made her want to laugh a little.
"Alright, I'll stop teasing you." Wen Qi straightened up and gently flicked her nose. "Looking forward to our next meeting."
Zhu Qingzhi: "..."
Men are truly all the same, and the more upright a man seems, the worse he is.
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When Zhu Qingzhi came out of the bathroom, Wen Qi hadn't arrived yet. She was burning up, not sure if it was because the bathwater was too hot or because of the lewd thoughts in her head.
In short, to ease her tension, she first turned the air conditioner down two degrees, then lay on the sofa and scrolled through her phone to distract herself.
An hour ago, the Weibo topic "[Sunset + Fireworks Double Buff]" became a trending topic and is now in fourth place.
The comments under this topic were even more varied:
[This scene was truly heartwarming for working people on their way home from work!]
Wow! I saw it while I was eating! Thanks for providing the image!
I also saw a helicopter this afternoon, could it be the same thing?
[Such extravagant spending, which domineering CEO is trying to win a smile from his beloved?]
"It's from my family." Zhu Qingzhi thought to herself, feeling a sweet warmth in her heart.
People can't hide their happiness, especially women in love. Zhu Qingzhi slightly berated herself in her heart, but still couldn't resist switching to her alternate account and posting a photo.
It is a silhouette of two people captured by a camera, blurry yet intimate.
The photo had just been sent successfully when Gu Qiao, who had disappeared for a day and a night, finally came online and sent her a message: 【Chao Chao, what are you doing?】【What did you mean by the photo you just sent?】
So Miss Gu is playing dumb? Zhu Qingzhi had only peeked at the proposal scene in her head when gossiping with her, so Zhu Qingzhi immediately saw through her: "What do you think? Traitorous strategist."
Gu Qiao instantly became excited: 【? ? ?】【You know??? I swear I only provided one idea!!】【I'm innocent! My body and my heart belong only to you! I just wanted to make you happy~】
Zhu Qingzhi wasn't really blaming her: "I guessed it."
Gu Qiao's typing talent is exceptionally high. If there were a typing competition, she would undoubtedly be the number one: [5555555, I'm so scared I don't dare talk to you today.] [I knew we were on the same wavelength! Send me some photos!!!]
【I was wondering where you'd pop up from in a minute?】 But as soon as Zhu Qingzhi sent her second sentence, she clearly felt Gu Qiao pause for a moment.
【?】【Why didn't you say so earlier?! Didn't you say before that for a proposal, as long as the two of you are present, it's fine?!】【No, make Wen Qi propose again!! I'm coming over right now!】
Zhu Qingzhi stared at the barrage of messages on her screen, but before she could reply, her phone was snatched from behind her. Without even thinking, it was "that bastard" who had arrived.
Wen Qi turned off his phone and casually placed it on the coffee table. Then he knelt down and leaned closer, his deep eyes smiling: "What a coincidence, we meet again."
He had just taken a shower, and his hair was still damp. His cool and aloof demeanor during the day had become a little more relaxed and casual, provided that one could ignore his bare upper body.
Her slender waistline was smooth, and her figure was a standard inverted triangle with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Water droplets that hadn't been dried lingered on her collarbone, brushed against her chest, rolled over her abs, and finally disappeared into the towel wrapped around her waist and abdomen.
Zhu Qingzhi unconsciously swallowed.
He's practically a vixen now, the kind specifically designed to bewitch her.
"Um..." She could feel her face burning up again, or rather, her whole body was burning up. "Um, now this, um, um."
She stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time, but her eyes were direct, staring intently at another water droplet that slid down his chest. Actually, she really wanted to touch it.
The next second, Wen Qi leaned forward and pressed her completely into the sofa.
His movements carried an undeniable force, yet he softened his grip the moment he touched her. His warm breath brushed against her ear, carrying the freshness of a recent shower, mixed with a uniquely his own, highly aggressive aura.
Zhu Qingzhi nestled in the soft sofa cushions, and the water droplet that was about to fall finally broke free of its trajectory the moment the two approached.
"despair"
With a very slight sound, a cool sensation suddenly spread across her collarbone, spreading rapidly like a wildfire. Her breath caught in her throat, and the words she was about to say stuck in her throat.
Wen Qi's deep eyes smiled even more, as if he could see through her little thoughts. He lowered his head, his high nose almost brushing against her cheek.
"Hmm? Which one? This one?" The low, husky voice carried a clear hint of amusement. One hand rested on the back of the sofa beside her ear, while the other gently brushed away the stray hairs from her forehead.
She was trapped in a small space, her eyes fixed on his perfect body so close to hers, her ears filled with his seductive whispers, and the coolness he brought to her collarbone still felt like it was burning.
Her brain completely shut down, leaving only instinct. She watched his Adam's apple bob, watched his thin lips with a mocking smile, and, as if possessed, she raised her slightly trembling hand and touched the corner of his lips.
Wen Qi's eyes were calm and gentle, like a pool of rippling spring water, while his voice carried the relaxation of someone who had just taken a bath and a fatal allure, "Still, this one."
His kiss landed, carrying the refreshing scent of mint. She awkwardly responded, her palms pressed against his bare chest, his firm, warm skin, and the powerful heartbeat beneath it.
Their frequencies gradually overlapped until they became indistinguishable.
Wen Qi's eyes darkened, surging with a familiar yet unsettling emotion. He was no longer satisfied with this slow torment; his kisses became urgent and deep, filled with burning desire, as if he wanted to devour her completely.
She swallowed her soft sobs, her thoughts drawn deeper, and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, determined to leave her mark on him.
In the midst of their confusion and passion, Wen Qi's towel around her waist had somehow come loose, and his hand, which had been lingering on her waist, was now tentatively and slowly sliding down, its heat burning her.
Just then, the phone that Wen Qi had tossed onto the coffee table rang at an inopportune moment. The abrupt noise was like a bucket of cold water, instantly shattering the idyllic atmosphere of the room.
Both of them paused for a moment.
Wen Qi pressed his forehead against hers, letting out a heavy breath, his eyes filled with displeasure at being interrupted and lingering passion. He clearly had no intention of paying attention.
But the caller was unusually persistent. After one round of ringing, he would immediately start a new round of attacks, as if he would not give up until the call was answered.
Zhu Qingzhi regained some of her senses, nudged his shoulder, and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Phone."
Wen Qi glanced at the name flashing wildly on the screen: Gu Qiao.
His face instantly darkened, his expression one of wanting to reach through the phone screen and drag out the woman who had ruined his plans.
Zhu Qingzhi also saw the caller ID and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Wen Qi slowly withdrew his gaze, but his eyes narrowed dangerously: "Still dare to laugh?" He leaned down and bit her lips lightly as punishment, his tone filled with unsatisfied resentment.
After saying that, he reached out and grabbed the incessantly noisy phone, and decisively pressed and held down the power button.
The world is finally quiet.
He casually tossed his phone away.
The kiss landed again, hotter and deeper than before, as if to reclaim the time that had been interrupted, with interest.
His palms were burning hot, seemingly leaving a scorching mark on her skin, sending shivers down her spine wherever they touched. The dim floor lamp illuminated every inch of her shy and aroused emotions, leaving no room for concealment. On the verge of losing her composure, she managed to utter two words: "Turn off the lights!"
Wen Qi propped herself up, a terrifying desire surging in her deep eyes, like a dark sea that almost dragged her into its depths.
He took her wrist and hung it around his neck, then lifted her gently by the waist. The sudden close contact made Zhu Qingzhi even more embarrassed and at a loss for words.
Wen Qi noticed her tension, so he supported her with one hand, his fingers caressing her as if to soothe her, while his other hand reached for the switch.
Darkness descends, and sight is completely taken away.
As her body touched the cool, smooth sheets, Zhu Qingzhi breathed a sigh of relief, but in the darkness, his fingers became bolder, meticulously tracing and exploring her skin.
"Wen Qi." She called his name unconsciously, her voice trembling with sobs and barely suppressed desire.
"I'm here," he replied hoarsely, his kiss lingering from her lips downwards. "Is it alright?"
Zhu Qingzhi grasped his hand, and the moment their fingers intertwined, she responded with a very soft sound.
The darkness amplified every subtle tactile sensation and released all desires suppressed by reason. Every touch, every kneading, every tentative exploration stirred up a storm of emotions, assaulting Zhu Qingzhi's fragile nerves.
"Chao Chao." His breath was so close, yet so far away: "Chao Chao."
She tried to respond with a sob, but the next second, a brief pause and soreness rendered her speechless, and she opened her mouth to bite his shoulder.
Wen Qi groaned softly, reached out and wrapped his arms around her neck, gently placing a kiss on the top of her head.
The soft splashing, gradually increasing in speed and intensity, was accompanied by heavy breathing and suppressed moans. Her consciousness was already blurred; she was like a lone boat in a storm, disoriented and lost.
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Author's note: Kiyoshi [shy]: It's alright.
Wen Qi [doge head with rose in hand]: [doge head]
Gu Qiao [bursts into tears]: Heaven is unjust!
Ah Mei [Sunglasses]: [Burning] Actually, I really wanted to see it. I really tried my best, but I just couldn't write anything...
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