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Deng Yi was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter. "If you hadn't kept your distance from me these past few days, I would have thought you were jealous again."
His use of the word "again" was brilliant and ingenious, instantly pulling Zhou Ji'an back to her memories. She rubbed the bean curd sticks that had just popped open with her fingertips, slowly calming down, but the heat on her face didn't subside at all.
Zhou Ji'an, who used to be insecure but always wanted to possess Deng Yi, suffered a lot of resentment both before and after dating Deng Yi.
Although she thought she was just being secretly jealous at the time, Deng Yi always saw through her, which makes her feel embarrassed now.
Now he sees through her again.
Zhou Ji'an lowered his eyes and said awkwardly, "We're not the kind of people who can be jealous of each other."
“Why not?” Deng Yi cracked an egg with one hand, the egg making a crisp, pleasant sound as it hit the rim of the bowl. “Everyone knows we’re married.”
"You're not some international superstar, why are you talking about everyone?" Zhou Ji'an scoffed, picking up a baby bok choy as he casually recalled the countless guests who came and went on his wedding day.
Over the years, Zhou Ji'an has attended several weddings. He was indeed moved at times, but most of the time he was tired on behalf of the bride.
So when Deng Yi formally discussed the terms with her, she said she didn't want to have a wedding.
Deng Yi agreed to many of the conditions she made without a second thought, except for the condition that they wouldn't have a wedding.
Zhou Ji'an tried many reasons to persuade him, and even tried to coax him, but she still couldn't succeed.
That's why Zhou Ji'an firmly believed that Deng Yi married her just to use her.
Deng Yi turned to the side, stirring the egg mixture as he looked at her and said, "Everyone who knows us knows now."
If that's the meaning, then that's correct.
“When we get divorced, everyone who knows us will know.” Zhou Ji’an neatly arranged the bok choy leaves on a large flat plate.
Deng Yi put down what he was holding, flicked her earlobe with his index finger, and said unhappily, "What are you thinking about all day long!"
Zhou Ji'an's earlobes were quite prominent and extremely sensitive; when he touched them like that, half of his body went numb.
He knew this perfectly well, yet he did it on purpose.
Zhou Ji'an covered his ears with his hands, his lips trembling with anger, but he could only complain, "Your hands are wet."
Deng Yi calmly took out a tissue to wipe his hands clean, then took out a new one, removed her hand, wrapped the tissue around her earlobe, and whispered, "Okay, okay, I'll clean it for you right away."
Zhou Ji'an wanted to glare at him, but after wiping her earlobe, he didn't let go. Just like before, he pinched her earlobe and gently rubbed it.
She had to turn her face to the other side, and it would have been better if she hadn't. Turning it to the other side made it look like she was deliberately exposing her ears for him to play with.
"Are you still going to cook or not..." Zhou Ji'an opened his mouth and found that his voice had become very soft, as if all his strength had been absorbed by Deng Yi beside him.
"I want to play a little longer, but I'm afraid you won't let me next time." Deng Yi's voice gradually became hoarse. Just as she turned her head to glare at him angrily, about to throw a tantrum, he lowered his head and kissed her.
Deng Yi cupped her face in his hands and kissed her lips for a while, then gradually reduced the pressure, touching her lightly and softly, calling her name between his teeth.
"Ji'an, Ji'an."
Zhou Ji'an's hands gripped Deng Yi's sweater inner layer tightly. His open coat almost completely enveloped her, and a sense of security slowly rose from her tiptoes to her long-empty heart, steadily supporting her as he repeatedly called her name.
Regardless, he is now married to her, and as long as he doesn't divorce her, she can keep possessing him.
Upon realizing that she had such thoughts, Zhou Ji'an wondered if her mind was stuck at the age of nineteen, or if Deng Yi's actions had made her return to the age of nineteen.
He returned to Zhou Ji'an, the one who always stood on tiptoe to receive his sudden kisses.
At that time, Zhou Ji'an thought that as long as Deng Yi didn't mention breaking up, she could stay by his side forever. Unexpectedly, her pride forced her to break up with him in the end.
Will the outcome be the same this time? Will her pride still be unable to bear Deng Yi thinking she's just an ordinary person?
After turning twenty-five, Zhou Ji'an realized that no matter how hard he tried, he was still just one of the many working people in Jishi, and was only seen by a limited number of people.
During her breaks, she tried her best to meet new people, practice German and English, and prepare to go abroad. When she walked on the street, she would always see Deng Yi's advertisements or posters, and she would always recall Deng Yi's words, "What's wrong with being ordinary?"
She stood under the Deng Yi watch advertisement and muttered to herself: "Indeed, only extraordinary people would say such things, and only extraordinary people who say such things are annoying."
Wrapped in the expensive coat, Zhou Ji'an felt hot all over, and in her dazed state, she began to seek attention by being unreasonable and disruptive, just like before.
Even so, I will not agree to do it with you today.
Deng Yi pinched her chin, tilted his head and laughed heartily, "You think I'm seducing you?"
Zhou Ji'an avoided his gaze and remained silent, but his face was turned back to him, and his already wet lips pressed against his again.
He continued kissing her as he spoke, his tongue occasionally probing into her lips, "I should have seduced you on our wedding day."
Deng Yi insisted on having a wedding, and Zhou Ji'an couldn't persuade him otherwise. Thinking about the procedures of a Western-style wedding, he suggested that they not perform the kissing in front of everyone.
Zhou Ji'an was unwilling to let such things become a tool for them to pretend to be a loving couple.
Now that it's just the two of them, he probably isn't acting; he's genuinely seducing her.
"That way I wouldn't be kissing you so late, and you wouldn't be giving me such a cold shoulder so late, right?" Deng Yi's kiss deepened.
"Ugh..." Zhou Ji'an could hardly breathe and protested by pushing his abdomen, "I'm hungry, I'm hungry."
Deng Yi placed her hand on his abdomen, released her glistening lips, looked down at her, gently stroked her face with his other hand, and whispered her name again, "Jian".
He seemed to be repeatedly confirming that she was real.
Zhou Ji'an was carefully feeling the muscles in his abdomen.
Placing her hand on his abdomen was probably one of the ways he seduced her.
A confused Zhou Ji'an blurted out, "Can I see your abs?"
Actually, Zhou Ji'an had seen Deng Yi's abs in the variety show he participated in after Deng Yi became a popular actor, but it was through a layer of clothing.
At that time, he was playing in the water with other guests. His white T-shirt was soaked, and the fabric of his shirt clung to his skin, showing off his muscle lines.
When they were working together as boss and part-time worker, Zhou Ji'an never saw Deng Yi's body. Even after they became lovers, Zhou Ji'an still never saw him.
So when she saw Deng Yi showing off his abs on the screen, she instantly felt like she'd lost out.
Deng Yi suppressed a laugh: "Do we need to confirm first whether the hardware meets expectations?"
Zhou Ji'an really didn't think in that direction; she just wanted to see his abs.
She has never seen a good-looking six-pack in real life.
"I just want to broaden my horizons," Zhou Ji'an, an ordinary man, earnestly explained his purpose.
"Never seen you before?" Deng Yi pressed down hard on her hand, her palm making his skin burn.
Zhou Ji'an shook his head.
Deng Yi thought about it carefully and realized that the question he had just blurted out lacked rigor, so he continued to ask: "You haven't seen anyone else's either?"
"I've never seen it before." Zhou Ji'an's rationality returned slightly as Deng Yi stopped kissing her. She swallowed nervously. "Actually, I don't necessarily have to see it. Let go of me, we need to hurry up and cook."
Deng Yi did not let go, nor did he show Zhou Ji'an his abs.
He grabbed her hand and tucked it inside his clothes, saying generously yet stingily, "You can touch it first."
In the past, when Zhou Ji'an read some erotic novels, he would often come across the phrase "blood surging," but even after looking up its specific meaning, he still couldn't quite understand it.
At this moment, she personally experienced the feeling of her blood surging.
Touch it?
Zhou Ji'an was so confused that he thought it was her hand asking for her brain's consent.
Touch it!
If you don't touch it, you might as well.
"Isn't it said that muscles are actually soft?" Zhou Ji'an, who had done strength training for a while, learned this little-known fact from his coach.
Deng Yi taught her: "You are indeed soft when you are relaxed."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Ji'an's mind conjured up some specific but unrelated images, which came from the erotic films he had seen at the symposium.
At the time, everyone was discussing male characters in films from different countries, and Wang Zhihui suggested that they be directly analyzed.
Then Zhou Ji'an saw something she had never seen in the romantic movies she had watched with Deng Yi.
Upon recalling those images, Zhou Ji'an's fingers immediately became extremely stiff, wanting to move but daring not to.
Deng Yi tightened his core, grabbed her hand, forced her to touch it, and guided her: "Now feel it again, isn't it harder?"
Having a good-looking face makes a difference; even if you keep saying suggestive things, it won't make you seem vulgar or lewd.
Zhou Ji'an's fingertips felt numb, as if they had been soaked in pepper water. She wanted to look up at Deng Yi, but she didn't dare to.
Because she was afraid he would see her thoughts and feelings through her eyes.
"I still want to eat." Zhou Ji'an managed to utter this out-of-context statement after a long pause.
"Not going to watch it anymore? Or do you want to watch it after dinner?" Deng Yi asked, following her lead.
Before his brain completely shut down, Zhou Ji'an quickly pulled his hands, which had become like hand warmers, out and said calmly, "I have to go home after I finish eating."
“This is home too,” Deng Yi corrected her, returning his hands to the pile of vegetables. “The security in the community is very good, and every part of the house has been specially designed to prevent theft and vandalism, so it’s very safe.”
Deng Yi turned his head and glanced at the person whose ear color had not yet returned to normal. He continued to comfort him, "If you are afraid of ghosts and gods, just stay close to me. I stopped believing in those things a long time ago and I am not afraid of them."
It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it, because the moment he did, Zhou Ji'an was reminded of a haunted house he had recently seen in another big city, and the messy things inside. He immediately felt a chill run down his spine.
She immediately moved closer to him and muttered, "I think you brought this up on purpose."
After muttering to himself, Zhou Ji'an couldn't help but press further: "Why did you say you didn't believe or fear it from a very early stage? Wasn't it from the beginning whether you believed or didn't believe, whether you were afraid or not?"
The aroma of rice wafted from the rice cooker's vent, and Zhou Ji'an inhaled it slowly, waiting for Deng Yi's reply.
She seemed to relax a bit, her chest rising and falling rhythmically as she fanned herself to smell the aroma of the rice.
Deng Yi thought of Zhou Ji'an from before, as well as some of her little habits and quirks.
She enjoys shopping at supermarkets and farmers' markets, and she always tries to buy fresh ingredients.
She insists on buying the smallest package of rice so she can quickly switch to a new variety, because she believes different types of rice have different aromas.
Deng Yi quietly looked at her focused profile.
When Zhou Ji'an felt Deng Yi's gaze, he turned his head to look at him in a panic, and said embarrassedly, "I just think your rice smells very good."
It's still "your home".
Deng Yi snapped out of his daze: "That's good. Eat more later."
Looking at the overflowing rice in her bowl, Zhou Ji'an realized that Deng Yi wasn't just politely asking her to eat more; he was clearly forcing her to eat more.
"I can't eat that much," Zhou Ji'an said to Deng Yi across the table, holding his bowl. "Eating too much will make me dizzy."
"You used to be able to eat this much?" Deng Yi picked up a piece of jadeite grouper and put it on the top of the rice in her bowl.
Zhou Ji'an originally wanted to pour some rice back into the pot, but the fish sauce had already soaked through some of the rice, so he said helplessly, "I really can't eat this much, so I'll share some with you."
Deng Yi readily agreed.
Zhou Ji'an immediately stood up, tilted his rice bowl, and moved it closer to Deng Yi's rice bowl.
But Deng Yi, who had just readily agreed, suddenly stretched out his hand and put a lid on his rice bowl, saying, "Stay here tonight."
Zhou Ji'an's hand froze in mid-air, and his body remained motionless for a long time.
Deng Yi: "This is also our home, you need to adapt as soon as possible."
His expression was indifferent, exactly the same as when he was negotiating with them.
Zhou Ji'an slowly sat back in his chair, poking at the chewy rice grains with his chopsticks, completely losing his appetite.
She really wanted to ask him, what if she didn't want to adapt?
In the end, Zhou Ji'an didn't ask anything and silently ate the heavy bowl of rice, eating the dishes that Deng Yi kept putting into her bowl.
After dinner, when cleaning up the kitchen, Deng Yi wouldn't let Zhou Ji'an help, so Zhou Ji'an could only stand aside and watch.
“This house is cleaned by professional cleaners, all of whom are aunties I’ve known for over ten years. They’re on holiday these two days.” After cleaning up the food scraps in the dishes and pots, Deng Yi put them all into the dishwasher. “I’ll give you their contact information later.”
"There are no condoms at home, so I won't do anything to you tonight. I'm letting you stay overnight just to help you get used to the environment."
Zhou Ji'an picked at her fingers as she listened to his explanations and elaborations, only to realize that he hadn't answered her question.
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