Birthday
After dinner, Zhou Ji'an followed Deng Yi to the dressing room.
She doesn't have much of a talent for organizing and tidying up. When she lives alone, in order to avoid making her home too messy, she can only try not to hoard unnecessary things.
Now, as she watched Deng Yi open his luggage, revealing clothes and personal items that had clearly been meticulously planned and arranged, she found it incredible.
Her gaze gradually moved upwards, reaching Deng Yi's jawline and his straight nose. The word "good looks" flashed through her mind, and she suddenly felt a jolt as she remembered some of the things she had said at Wei Jinglin's wedding.
At the time, Zhou Ji'an was surrounded by several people asking about her work, family background, and other private matters. She was struggling to deal with them while looking for an opportunity to slip away, and was in a state of high tension, keeping her eyes and ears open.
She naturally heard the conversation of two men standing about two arm's lengths behind her.
One of them loudly mocked, "With today's advanced technology, directors are really going to be phased out. With a camera on your phone, you can grab any two people on the street and make a movie. I dare say, if I were to make one, it would be far more meaningful than the movies currently showing in theaters."
Another person chimed in, "Indeed, indeed. Although I am also a director, I must say you are absolutely right."
The two voices were loud enough that Zhou Ji'an could hear every word clearly, despite their accents.
She always felt that the two of them didn't actually have any profound insights into the directing profession or the film industry, but rather were deliberately trying to get her to hear them.
The person who claimed he could easily shoot a movie with his phone continued, "These days, some actors and directors don't do their jobs properly, they just go on reality shows, and they're even called artists. They have absolutely no shame."
The other person echoed, "This industry is just so unfair. Capitalists prefer people who are good-looking but useless."
"I think it's people with a bit of good looks who love to lick hooks."
Zhou Ji'an gritted his teeth, turned around, took a small step toward the two men, and said angrily, "Why don't you unattractive people just lick each other's boots?"
After saying that, she hurriedly turned and slipped into the guest room.
Her courage and ability to argue with people limited her to this extent.
Now that I think about it carefully, she didn't actually help Deng Yi at all.
But she wasn't sure if Deng Yi was talking about this during dinner.
Zhou Ji'an didn't want to ask Deng Yi either. She felt utterly disgusted by what those people said, and Deng Yi, as the person directly involved, would probably feel even worse than her.
"Is that Song Yufeng Yu Xi's boyfriend?" Zhou Ji'an sat cross-legged on the ground, gossiping as he watched Deng Yi move back and forth.
"Weren't you looking at me? Why are you suddenly bringing up other people?" Deng Yi took out a white earmuff with a large snowflake on the fluffy ear cup and a cherry blossom pink pearl inlaid in the middle.
Zhou Ji'an had no idea that he knew she was looking at him, yet he remained silent and let her look at him, and now he was even saying it out loud.
She looked away from her earmuffs, glanced at the open wardrobe, and whispered, "Because you're both good-looking."
Deng Yi smiled, walked up to her, squatted down, and asked, "So who's the prettiest?"
Zhou Ji'an was so captivated by Deng Yi's face so close to hers that she leaned in and kissed him as her response.
It felt like someone was gently scratching her chest with warm fingertips, and a slight itch rose in her throat. Deng Yi put the earmuffs on her head, cupped her face, and pecked at her from her lips to her ears, and then to her neck.
The earmuffs reduced ambient noise, and Zhou Ji'an could hear the vibrations from Deng Yi's kisses clearly, a completely new experience.
Zhou Ji'an shrugged, and his hands involuntarily wrapped around Deng Yi's neck.
Deng Yi pressed his lips against hers, which were slightly parted, and wished her a happy birthday.
He said "Happy Birthday" many times in a row, each time with a different tone, his breath as soft as feathers, making her lips feel itchy and numb.
Zhou Ji'an stepped back a little, and said in a daze, "Tomorrow is my birthday."
Deng Yi opened his mouth and penetrated deeper into her boundaries, his voice low and husky as he said, "I'll start giving you penetration now."
"How does this count as celebrating my birthday?" Zhou Ji'an was breathless from the kiss and didn't even know when she was pinned to the bed. She complained as Deng Yi took off her clothes and then his own.
"Don't you miss me?" Deng Yi asked as he cleared away all the obstructions.
How could she not want to, but Zhou Ji'an simply closed his eyes and remained silent.
Deng Yi's hands and lips quickly began to grope Zhou Ji'an under the covers, each touch causing Zhou Ji'an to moan uncontrollably.
She tried to dodge, but he became even more forceful and excessive.
The fluffy earmuffs have been removed and are being held in someone's hand as props.
Zhou Ji'an quickly succumbed to his pleasure, covering his eyes and sobbing, while Deng Yi launched his real attack at that moment.
He seemed to remember her accusing him of being cruel on the phone before. His attack posture remained the same, but the force was much gentler.
But Zhou Ji'an felt it wasn't enough. She clung to him tightly, wanting to make a request. After all, he was the one who chose to celebrate her birthday this way, and she was the birthday girl, so she could make a request.
"you……"
She didn't state her demands clearly, but Deng Yi's offensive suddenly intensified and accelerated. After getting the response he wanted, he leaned close to her ear and breathed, "Didn't you dislike my brutality?"
Zhou Ji'an, who was still adapting to his changing offensive tactics, could not stand such teasing. She directly abandoned her rationality and consciousness, letting her body react in various ways. Deng Yi, however, kept changing his offensive tactics and increasing the force because of her reactions.
Zhou Ji'an felt like he was about to be electrocuted.
This kind of thing can be done to such an extent that it leaves no time for people to think and makes them completely succumb to their desires.
Various sounds converged and collided in the room, creating all sorts of sparks.
Someone's phone started ringing with a melodious tone.
Deng Yi, who was lying on top of Zhou Ji'an, let out a low growl, and Zhou Ji'an trembled all over, instantly becoming limp and powerless.
Deng Yi's voice rang out in the air.
Happy birthday, Ji'an.
Then came the soft sucking sounds, and then Zhou Ji'an could no longer hear or remember them.
Zhou Ji'an always needs more sleep. Except for the time when she was preparing for and waiting for her wedding with Deng Yi, she almost never went to bed after 10 o'clock.
She and Deng Yi were up until midnight last night, and she couldn't wake up at all this morning, remaining in a daze. She vaguely heard someone calling her name, calling it several times. She recognized Deng Yi's voice and then went back to sleep reassured.
Zhou Ji'an, who didn't know exactly how long he had slept, only that he had slept for a long time, woke up with a start. His eyes snapped open and his first reaction was to check if the space beside him was empty.
Then she touched something she shouldn't have, and swallowed hard.
"Awake?" Deng Yi asked, sitting against the headboard reading a book.
Zhou Ji'an tensed up, preparing to quietly withdraw his hand, but was pressed down by someone through the blanket.
She quickly surrendered: "I'm so tired, I haven't had enough sleep yet."
Deng Yi put the book on the bedside table, slipped into the covers, and pulled the person who had been sleeping for nearly ten hours into his arms. "It seems I should do this more often in the future, and do it in different ways, otherwise you will always think I am cruel."
He must have exercised and taken a shower; he smelled fresh.
Zhou Ji'an buried her face deeply in Deng Yi's chest, inhaling the scent, and listening to Deng Yi say things that he might only be saying to her, feeling completely satisfied.
Although she wasn't exactly happy, this kind of daily routine was always better than nothing for her.
"I'm so hungry." Zhou Ji'an realized that he had naturally started to whine, so he immediately looked up at Deng Yi's reaction, and really wanted to swallow back what he had just said and repeat it again.
She was still afraid that the person in front of her might suddenly show a look of disgust.
Deng Yi sat up halfway again, letting the person in his arms lie in his lap, and while dressing her in the clothes he had prepared in advance, he said, "These kinds of things shouldn't be said in this situation."
Zhou Ji'an was stunned for a moment, his eyelids drooping slightly.
She did indeed make a mistake because she was too eager to succeed.
"I didn't eat much for dinner last night," Zhou Ji'an explained to the person in front of him, dropping his coquettish tone.
“I thought you meant something else.” Deng Yi’s fingers stopped at the tip of her breast. Everywhere he looked were the sucking marks and bite marks he had left behind, and now his fingertips began to move from the tip of her breast along these marks.
He seems to be quite cruel.
That feeling came back last night, and only then did Zhou Ji'an understand the meaning behind Deng Yi's words.
She deliberately spoke in a gruff voice, "I'm really hungry, the kind of hungry that makes me want to eat."
"Yes, I know," Deng Yi replied crisply, then picked her up and lowered his head.
Soon, Zhou Ji'an had more marks on his body.
Her hands ran through Deng Yi's soft hair, stung by his wet kisses, her upper body, clad in a light blue bra, heaving with each breath.
Fortunately, Deng Yi, who had become a prisoner of desire, still had a shred of conscience. After tormenting her once, he actually dressed her.
The clothes he dressed her in were all ones Zhou Ji'an had never seen before, including her underwear.
"Another gift?" Zhou Ji'an asked.
"Hmm," Deng Yi replied casually.
Breakfast was eaten under someone's watchful eye.
Zhou Ji'an felt uneasy and muttered, "I'm not a prisoner who plans to starve myself and escape through the bars of a prison cell."
Deng Yi took a sip of water and asked, "You want to escape?"
Being pampered with good food and drink by the person she had longed for for so many years, how could she possibly want to escape? She wished this kind of life could last forever.
“I’m not in jail,” Zhou Ji’an said, pouting, and picked up a piece of kiwi and offered it to Deng Yi.
She originally intended to shove it directly into his mouth to shut him up.
Deng Yi took the kiwi fruit, but kept staring at her, the nerves at the corners of his eyes relaxing a little.
"You've given me so many things, what should I give you for your birthday?" Zhou Ji'an asked directly.
Deng Yi's birthday is on the seventh day of the second lunar month, which will be coming soon. Zhou Ji'an has been struggling to choose a gift for him for a long time.
Deng Yi replied, "You can think about what I lack."
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