Chapter 27 "Miss Thief, but my clothes are..."
The blackout curtains were lifted slightly, and blinding sunlight immediately streamed in.
Su Cheng frowned and reluctantly opened her sleepy eyes.
The triangular light panels on the wall, which had been flowing with a deep blue light, had somehow changed to an ambiguous pink, and their shapes had been rearranged and combined to form a complete heart-shaped pattern.
She glanced sideways, her gaze drawn to a figure standing at the back.
The man's bare back was clearly defined; he stood with his back to her, intently wiping the lens in front of the walnut display case.
Su Cheng's ears burned, and a blush crept onto her cheeks. "Didn't I tell you to remember to put on your clothes?"
Hearing the sound, the man stopped what he was doing and slowly turned around.
There's a joke circulating in the fitness world: 30% is determined by fate, 70% by training, and the remaining 90% by lighting.
The bright sunlight gilded the outline of her naked body, revealing her broad shoulders and narrow waist.
The lines from the chest to the abdominal muscles stretch out in the light, like an ancient Greek sculpture, every texture exuding a powerful beauty that evokes the most primal desires within.
The man walked on the light.
Those gentle eyes gradually blurred in my vision, their upturned peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, revealing a misty, spring-rain-like quality.
Like a snow-white fox spirit straight out of a supernatural tale, she is clearly alluring, yet her eyes are so clear that they leave one defenseless.
His thin lips brushed against her burning earlobe, his hot breath carrying the scent of mint.
A tingling, numb, itchy sensation spread through my ear tips.
“Miss thief.” A low chuckle escaped his throat, his voice both alluring and seductive, “But my clothes are on you.”
Su Cheng looked down at the shirt he was wearing, which was clearly a size too big, with every button fastened tightly to the top. This shirt, which should have belonged to him, was now incongruously wrapped around his body.
Her trembling fingers frantically fiddled with the buttons; she wanted to quickly take off the shirt and return it to him.
But the more I tried to understand it, the more something seemed off.
Her curves were faintly visible through her open collar, and her snowy, soft breasts rose and fell violently with her disordered breathing.
She stood frozen in place.
She wasn't wearing anything underneath!
The movement of his hands slowed down, freezing on the third button.
She looked up and met his unwavering gaze.
His clear, black-and-white eyes were filled with confusion, as if asking, "How come you can't even unbutton a button?"
He took a step forward, his strong chest pressing down on him, unexpectedly touching two soft mounds.
Through the thin fabric of his clothes, his burning body temperature pressed against her.
She shuddered, her heart pounding like a drum.
The man's lips curled into a dangerous smile, much like the serpent in the Garden of Eden that tempted Eve.
A low, husky, and sexy voice gently uttered four words: "I'll help you."
Her breath hitched.
The next second, a hand with a burning heat forcefully enveloped her trembling fingertips.
The icy fingers were pried open one by one, and the silky fabric of the clothes slid down the shoulder line...
!!
Su Cheng suddenly woke up from her dream.
She sprang up from the sofa as if electrocuted, gasping for breath and greedily inhaling the fresh air around her, as if she had just been rescued from suffocation.
An unusual blush rose on her fair cheeks, and lingering fear remained in her eyes.
Was she having a wet dream?
Her temples throbbed, and her mind remained in a state of brief confusion, as if shrouded in a fog, making it difficult for her to distinguish between illusion and reality.
The specific details of the dream are gradually fading away, like fine sand slipping through my fingers.
The pristine white shirt that had fallen to the ground is now safely hanging on the clothes rack on the balcony.
The venomous snakes and the illusions of pink hearts that had inexplicably tempted her vanished without a trace.
She buried her face in the cushion and held her breath.
The sound of swallowing saliva was amplified infinitely, like some kind of veiled confession.
She just had a wet dream.
Despite having secretly loved Jiang Muzhou for so long, he was very stingy and rarely visited her dreams.
I occasionally dream of it, but it's like a cloud in the sky, fleeting and distant, impossible to grasp.
But now, in her dream, he's actually doing this to her...
This is nothing short of blasphemy.
She finally let go of the pillow that was almost making her faint, touched her burning cheeks, and felt like she was on fire.
Could it be that being single for too long has caused a hormonal imbalance, leading to an instinctive craving in the body?
But we can't entirely blame her.
Jiang Muzhou's exquisitely handsome, model-like face, paired with his well-defined, muscular physique, would make anyone who saw him gasp in amazement.
What's more, he was shirtless in front of her yesterday, which was blatant seduction!
Who can withstand this?!
She was immediately convinced by this logic and confidently exonerated herself.
Blame it on him being too charming.
It's just a woman's nature; faced with beauty, she only made a small mistake that all women make. What's there to be ashamed of? It's perfectly reasonable.
She nodded in satisfaction, quickly prepared herself mentally, and repeatedly reminded herself to act naturally later.
Only then did he strut confidently, carrying the freshly cooked hot porridge, and knock on the door next door.
After sitting down, Su Cheng deliberately straightened her back.
But when the elegantly dressed, snow-white fox demon from her dream, who had been stirring her heart, sat directly opposite her, her carefully constructed psychological defenses crumbled in an instant.
The images that had been mostly forgotten suddenly resurfaced, all of them flooding back the moment he looked at her.
Her flushed cheeks were reflected in the stainless steel lid of the thermos.
Su Cheng nervously tugged at the ends of her hair, trying to calm her chaotic thoughts.
If Jiang Muzhou finds out that he's actually fantasizing about her, forget about continuing to collaborate on short videos; he'll probably block and delete her completely, and move out overnight to stay far away from her.
Are you hot?
The low, husky, and sexy voice was exactly the same as in my dream, as if it was about to say, "If you're hot, I'll help you take it off."
Su Cheng bit her tongue hard.
The sharp pain finally pulled her out of her dangerous fantasy.
She quickly fanned her burning cheeks with her hands, exaggerating her heavy breathing, "I wouldn't be so hot if it weren't for letting you drink this bowl of porridge."
Jiang Muzhou unscrewed the thermos, and a rich aroma of rice wafted out.
Bright green lettuce, pink ham, and golden egg drop soup make up a vibrant and colorful dish.
She must have gone to the store specifically to buy it again.
While he was grateful, some other thoughts also lingered in his mind.
He didn't really want to eat food that could be easily eaten with a spoon.
Two days ago, she was so determined to take care of him, even blowing on the beef to cool it down before personally feeding it to him. Now, all she gives him is a bowl of porridge for him to drink by himself.
"Try it quickly." Su Cheng's eyes sparkled with anticipation for his feedback.
He reluctantly scooped up a large spoonful, blew on it to cool it down, and slowly put it into his mouth.
When he took his first bite, he thought someone had spilled their salt.
The second bite was even more amazing; the oatmeal mixed with rice grains had a soft, sticky texture that was so chewy it was impossible to bite through.
This tastes completely different from the light and delicious millet porridge I had yesterday.
Under her expectant gaze, he forced himself to eat a few more bites, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Did you block my messages?"
"Huh?" Su Cheng looked bewildered.
What a joke! He's the guy she's clinging to now. He's teaching her how to shoot and edit videos, and he's also going to be her on-screen couple. She's practically ready to change her username to "Su Cheng (Mentor Mu Zhou)". How could she possibly block him?
Although she did have some lustful fantasies about that thigh, she wasn't the kind of person who couldn't prioritize.
Public matters are public matters, private matters are private matters, and erotic dreams are erotic dreams.
She can tell the difference... right?
While silently reciting the Heart-Cleansing Mantra, Su Cheng desperately tried to recall their conversation from the previous night. She remembered that his last words were, "I don't want to be a kept man anymore."
She accepted his money for the meal, so what's the problem?
Could it be that he's just saying it, but actually enjoys the feeling of being a kept man, and that giving him money is just a ploy to win her over, while she's the one who doesn't understand his feelings?
Her almond-shaped eyes were filled with confusion. "You mean, you want the money back for the meal?"
“What I mean is that porridge has limited nutritional value and isn’t very good for wound healing.” Jiang Muzhou calmly tapped the thermos with a spoon. “We can eat something else, like beef balls.”
Su Cheng pondered the unspoken meaning in his words until midnight last night, never expecting it to be such a straightforward teasing.
Soft rice, isn't that just porridge?
Why do you keep calling it "porridge" when it's perfectly fine?
To insist on using such an ambiguous term as "gold digger"!
You can't blame her for having all sorts of fantasies about him; after all, he always says things that are easy for people to misunderstand.
Hmph, tonight she'll make him pay the price in his dreams!
It's burnt.
Although Jiang Muzhou had told her not to prepare breakfast anymore, she still got up very early today.
First, she carefully washed his shirt until it was spotless, and then she went to the market to carefully select some ingredients for making porridge.
She originally intended to make her fish congee, but after staring at the black fish for three seconds in front of the fish stall, she gave up and decided to let it live.
She opted for ham and egg congee as a second choice, following the most-liked tutorial on Xiaohongshu (a Chinese social media platform) step by step.
After turning off the heat and waiting for the porridge to cook, she intended to lean back on the sofa and rest for a while, but unexpectedly fell asleep.
She was so engrossed in that dream that her face flushed and her heart raced, that when she woke up, the porridge had been overcooked.
She hurriedly filled the cooked porridge into a thermos and brought it to him, completely forgetting that she should have tasted it first to check the saltiness.
She nervously twisted her fingers.
She had thought that cooking porridge herself would show more sincerity, but when she looked up and saw Jiang Muzhou's subtle expression, she immediately regretted it.
I really shouldn't do things I'm not good at; this porridge is probably going to taste awful.
Seeing her downcast expression, Jiang Muzhou felt a pang of guilt, realizing he had let her down for getting up early to buy porridge.
He forced himself to swallow the salty taste on his tongue and took two more bites. "But the porridge suits my taste perfectly."
He suddenly understood; this was what it meant to be a kept man.
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