Serve
"I want to take a shower and go to bed." Zhou Ji'an said this with all his might just as his hands were about to slide down to Deng Yi's neck.
For Deng Yi, anything can start and end just as easily, without any hesitation or lingering.
For example, after she broke up with him, he accepted it immediately and never bothered her again.
Zhou Ji'an couldn't do it.
Upon hearing her words, Deng Yi immediately decided to end the conversation, returning to the original path he had taken.
Zhou Ji'an thought of himself attending Deng Yi's movie roadshows at cinemas and schools, and of running to his school hoping that he would return as an honorary alumnus to give a speech.
Often, she would hide in the throngs of people, listening to the cheers of the audience around her, quietly measuring the distance between them with her gaze.
Physical distance can be measured, but psychological distance cannot.
It seems like she's been unilaterally pursuing him.
"Let's shower together. Once you're used to it, you can shower alone." Deng Yi cupped her face in his hands, repeatedly confirming her authenticity with his lips and tongue.
"Then I won't wash," Zhou Ji'an said petulantly, but she didn't expect Deng Yi to take advantage of her speech, pinch her cheek, and forcefully enter her territory.
Zhou Ji'an was so confused by his words that he felt dizzy.
Who kisses like that?
Although he was domineering in this regard before, he would never go so far as to leave her no room to breathe at all.
Before he completely lost his breath, Zhou Ji'an desperately pounded his lower back, crying out, "I...can't breathe...anymore."
Deng Yi released her, giving her room to breathe, but his lips and tongue did not completely leave her.
His breathing was heavy and rapid, and Zhou Ji'an felt his whole body burning up. He closed his eyes tightly, hoping that his lips and tongue would stop moving as soon as possible.
"I'll wash it for you." Deng Yi grabbed her smooth chin, bit it hard, and then rubbed it against her along with the shallow teeth marks. "I can also provide massage services."
Zhou Ji'an closed his eyes even tighter and frowned. "I won't wash you or give you a massage."
Laughter echoed in the bathroom.
Zhou Ji'an had never heard Deng Yi laugh so joyfully before; it had a strange, unreal quality to it, as if it were an image of him in her mind.
“I don’t ask for anything in return,” Deng Yi said, and began to undress her. “You have to get used to my presence so you won’t overthink things.”
What he said wasn't wrong.
Because of his conquests, Zhou Ji'an had no time to recall the murder cases and horror posts he had read.
Zhou Ji'an kept her eyes closed, thinking about how to get used to him, while Deng Yi had already rolled up her gray sweater and white undershirt to her arms.
By the time Zhou Ji'an realized what was happening, she was already bound by her own clothes.
The clothes completely covered Zhou Ji'an's head, so she couldn't see Deng Yi, but she could hear that Deng Yi's breathing had become much heavier.
Perhaps because she had always imagined him and them doing such things, when the moment finally arrived, she was not afraid, but rather vaguely looking forward to it.
The clothes she couldn't button up back then now lay loosely piled on her cleavage and undulations.
The curves on both sides of her waist resemble parentheses, captivating at first glance.
Beneath the plains lies another hidden realm, also possessing exquisite curves, captivating ravines, and undulations.
The water from the showerhead was at a pleasant temperature. Zhou Ji'an leaned against Deng Yi, exhausted from his massage.
She had wanted to imitate his behavior and make him like her, but it seemed she couldn't even lift her fingers.
Dressed neatly, Deng Yi carefully felt the contours of her body, his voice hoarse, "Are you satisfied with my massage service?"
Zhou Ji'an buried his face in his nearly soaked sweater and muttered, "You didn't show me your abs."
Deng Yi smiled, grabbed a fluffy, dry bath towel from the shelf, wrapped it tightly around her, and then took a blue towel to dry her hair. "I'll show you later."
Then Zhou Ji'an was carried to the sink and blow-dried in front of a smart mirror.
Zhou Ji'an felt his face was too red, and when he looked down slightly, he saw several more reddish spots.
Those were all reddened by Deng Yi, who was now patiently drying her long hair.
There should be more such marks in the area wrapped in the bath towel.
After drying her hair, Deng Yi took out a brand new electric toothbrush, squeezed on some toothpaste, and gently held her chin, saying, "Open your mouth."
Is this a one-stop service?
Zhou Ji'an opened her mouth, and the buzzing sound of the electric toothbrush went straight to her brain. A drop of water from Deng Yi's hair fell onto her bare shoulder.
Zhou Ji'an shivered. Deng Yi, who was brushing her teeth, paused and looked up at her in the mirror. She also subconsciously looked at them in the mirror.
Zhou Ji'an had no idea what Deng Yi was thinking at that moment; all she knew was that she was wondering if all of this was a dream.
So she asked, "Can I see your abs?"
Deng Yi smiled and kissed the top of her head, then continued brushing her teeth. "You can see whatever you want."
Deng Yi wasn't lying; she really could see whatever she wanted.
After brushing his teeth, Deng Yi brazenly stripped naked in front of her, asking, "Wait for me here, or in the shower?"
Zhou Ji'an glanced at the differences between them, quickly looked away, and swallowed the saliva that still tasted of toothpaste as he said, "I'll wait for you here."
Deng Yi glanced at her turned away, stroked her smooth neck, and said with satisfaction, "It's good that you knew to wait for me."
The glass in the shower room became blurry due to the heat, and Deng Yi inside was also blurry.
Zhou Ji'an peeked for a while, listening to the rushing water, and slowly realized that it was all real, not her dream or fantasy.
When Deng Yi came out of the shower, Zhou Ji'an, who was wrapped in a bath towel, was putting their clothes into the laundry basket next to the sink.
"Do you send all your clothes to the dry cleaners?" Zhou Ji'an asked.
“We have a dry cleaning machine at home,” Deng Yi replied. The mind that had been held back by her earlier seemed to have no chance of leaving his body again due to their extremely ordinary conversation.
He was only wearing a towel around his lower body, while his upper body was completely exposed.
Zhou Ji'an could clearly see the abdominal muscles she had been longing for, the ones she had touched during the day—they were clearly defined.
Deng Yi dried his hair, tightened his core, and asked, "Are you satisfied?"
Zhou Jimian replied calmly, "Yes."
"No extra services needed?" Deng Yi hooked his arm around her neck and asked in a low voice.
"What extra services?" Zhou Ji'an, who was about to raise his head, lowered it again at his own exclamation.
Deng Yi, who was saying he would provide extra services, tore off her bath towel, scooped her up, and laid her down on the bed.
Zhou Ji'an didn't even have a chance to complain about being cold.
Besides, the house is well-heated, so it's not cold at all.
In addition, Deng Yi quickly pulled the blanket over her.
Deng Yi, hovering over her, answered her question: "I'll put your pajamas on you."
"No need, no need." Once in bed, Zhou Ji'an dared not expect anything more and strongly refused his kindness, "I don't wear pajamas to bed."
Noticing the change in Deng Yi's gaze, Zhou Ji'an quickly said, "I can dress myself."
“You’re lying.” Deng Yi crawled under the covers, pulled off his towel, and pulled her into his arms. “When you lie, your eyes widen up really wide.”
They were now like two spoons, one small and one large, stacked together, so intimate that Zhou Ji'an found it hard to adapt. She twisted and bumped into Deng Yi's, and quickly noticed the change in it.
Zhou Ji'an stiffened completely and said in a muffled voice, "I want to sleep."
"Can you sleep?" Deng Yi shifted his waist, but she dodged him. He hooked his arm around her and pulled her back into his embrace, holding her tightly. "I can't sleep."
"You were the one who asked if we wanted to take a shower and rest," Zhou Ji'an said, calming his breathing as the raindrops fell in, and helping him recall.
Deng Yi buried his head in her scent and sighed with satisfaction, "Not only does she smell so good, but she also has such a good memory."
Today, Deng Yi is undoubtedly unfamiliar and frivolous to Zhou Ji'an.
When they were dating, Deng Yi often kissed her, but his behavior and words were never as erotic as they were today.
He's like a completely different person.
Maybe he's always been like this? It's just that they didn't date long enough for him to show this side of him, so she naturally didn't have the chance to see it.
Soon, Deng Yi was no longer satisfied with just smelling her scent; he began to do the things he used to do when he bathed and massaged her.
Zhou Ji'an was alert, his ears perked up like a dog's at the sound of a noise, and he said haltingly, "I...I...have to go to work tomorrow...um..."
Deng Yi: "Hmm...you sleep yours, I'll do mine."
"How can I sleep like this?" Zhou Ji'an said angrily, reaching out to grab his waist, but he grabbed her hand and moved it to the part of him that was different from hers.
Zhou Ji'an nearly sat up in shock, and fled in a hunched posture, saying, "I'm going to call the police."
Her words made the people behind her burst into laughter.
Deng Yi released her hand, letting her fold it back into his arms. He didn't do anything else, but gently whispered in her ear, "Jian, happy wedding."
"You didn't even dare to wish her a happy marriage?" Wei Jinglin mocked, swirling the red wine in his glass.
He looked at the person holding their phone, hesitating whether to call again, and said provocatively, "At this time, if she doesn't answer the phone, it means she and her husband are doing something serious."
Xu Zhiyan's neck veins throbbed. He turned off his phone, his face pale and grim. "Didn't you say they were in a fake marriage?"
"Can't you do *that* kind of thing in a fake marriage?" Wei Jinglin glanced at Xu Zhiyan sideways. "That's the only thing that's interesting between men and women."
Xu Zhiyan was successfully provoked by this person, and malice appeared between his brows and eyes. "Aren't you afraid that I'll tell your girlfriend what you said? You two are about to get married."
Wei Jinglin shrugged indifferently, tilted his head back and drank the blood-like liquid. "She's after my money, and I'm after her figure. After we get married, we'll each do our own thing. I can even make a fortune from my parents through the marriage. When the time comes, we can have a son or daughter and coax all that money from my parents. She's a shrewd person and she won't lose everything she's about to get because of what you said."
The two bottles of red wine on the table were empty. Wei Jinglin got up, took out another bottle from the wine cabinet, poured himself a glass, and poured a glass for the dejected Xu Zhiyan, still full of sarcasm, and said: "Do you think there is any difference between your Ji'an and my girlfriend?"
"Do you really think that Zhou Ji'an married Deng Yi because she loves him? You don't actually believe they are a loving couple, do you?"
A drunken Wei Jinglin questioned Xu Zhiyan, word by word.
A few seconds later, his question bounced back to his heart, word by word.
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