Zhou Qishen quickly closed his eyes. His phoenix eyes were long and narrow, with his eyelids resembling a small feather fan. Unlike traditional handsome men with gentle and affectionate thick eyebrows and big eyes, his features were not soft; in fact, they were somewhat sharp.
But Zhao Xiyin always felt that the most beautiful thing about Zhou Qishen was his eyes, which were a mixture of compassion and hardness.
She extended her index finger and gently brushed his eyelashes, then smiled and said, "Zhou Qishen, let me tell you a story to help you fall asleep."
Zhou Qishen opened his eyes and looked at her warily.
Zhao Xiyin calmly began to tell the story: "Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and on the mountain lived a mother and son... It was late at night, and the mother was putting her son to sleep."
...Isn't that exactly what they are like now?
"My son said, 'Mom, there's someone under my bed. Can you check for me? I'm so scared.'"
...Zhou Qishen unconsciously curled up and quietly moved closer to the edge of the bed.
Zhao Xiyin, without looking to the side, also moved towards the bedside. "Mom just wanted her son to fall asleep quickly, so she pretended to look under the bed. Guess what?"
Zhou Qishen sensed something was wrong and interrupted with a frown, "Zhao Xiyin, I don't want to hear this story."
Zhao Xiyin looked serious. Their faces were inches apart, their eyes were wide open, and their mouths were slightly agape. For a moment, Zhou Qishen even felt that this girl was studying acting, not dancing.
"Under the bed was a little boy who looked exactly like my son. He was terrified, his eyes were glowing green, and he stared at the woman and said, 'Mom, there's someone in my bed.'"
Zhou Qishen was speechless, feeling a chill run down his spine.
There was a silence of about ten seconds.
Zhao Xiyin bit her lip, pointed behind her with her finger, and whispered gently, "Brother Zhou, do you want to check under the bed too?"
Zhou Qishen's forehead was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
Zhao Xiyin suddenly shouted, "Ah!!!"
Without thinking, Zhou Qishen instinctively snuggled into her arms!
He was incredibly strong; his head was like a block of iron, slamming into Zhao Xiyin's chest and nearly making her vomit blood. Zhao Xiyin screamed even louder, "Ah!!!"
Zhou Qishen covered her mouth with his hand, but she wouldn't back down and bit him. After a few painful exchanges, Zhou Qishen angrily pinned her down. Zhao Xiyin, however cunning, grabbed the cashmere blanket beside her and quickly covered Zhou Qishen's head with it.
As her grip loosened slightly, she broke free like a fish, taking the upper hand and pinning Zhou Qishen down firmly. "The story isn't over yet. That little boy, his eyes were glowing green, and blood was flowing from his mouth..."
Halfway through her sentence, Zhou Qishen's right hand emerged from the cashmere blanket and hooked around her waist. Zhao Xiyin was pulled down, and before she knew it, everything went dark as the blanket covered them both.
Zhou Qishen sat half-upright, holding her in his arms, his eyes burning like fire as he gazed intently at her.
Zhao Xiyin lost her nerve and instinctively retreated.
Unable to move back, he wrapped his other arm around her waist.
Zhao Xiyin begged for mercy, "Zhou Qishen, I won't say anymore, I won't scare you anymore, I..."
Zhou Qishen lowered his head and delivered a full, passionate kiss, decisively and forcefully penetrating his lips and teeth.
Jade incense burner, ice-cold mat, mandarin duck brocade, powdery fragrance, sweat flowing down the mountain pillow.
Rich and vivid memories, like a key, unlocked that familiar point between them. Zhao Xiyin was probably completely caught off guard, still staring blankly at Zhou Qishen with her eyes wide open.
Zhou Qishen chuckled at her gaze, reached out and covered her eyes, then gently parted them before speaking in a hoarse voice, "Close your eyes, be good."
Zhao Xiyin's eyelashes fluttered, and after a slight delay, she finally wrapped her arms around his neck, gently licked his lips, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, the boys on the bed and under the bed look exactly alike because they are twins."
Zhou Qishen: "…………"
Chapter 65 After a Long Rain, the Sun Shines (3)
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Zhao Xiyin looked at him with a bright smile, completely focused and open. Zhou Qishen was genuinely amused and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you know what we're doing?"
Zhao Xiyin nodded. "Kiss."
Then she stretched her back slightly upwards, cupped his face, and kissed him.
Their lips had barely warmed when her phone alarm went off in the living room. Zhou Qishen pressed down on the back of her head, preventing her from leaving, "Don't worry about it."
The two words, spoken in a muffled, indistinct voice, were exceptionally sexy.
The enthusiasm that Zhao Xiyin had just withdrawn returned like a raging fire. But the phone was relentless, calling a second and third time if she didn't answer the first time, and Zhao Xiyin's own cell phone ringtone was loud, greatly ruining the atmosphere.
Zhao Xiyin exclaimed, "No, no!"
She had just gotten one foot off Zhou Qishen when her phone went dead, and Zhou Qishen's rang again. Seeing the caller ID, Zhao Xiyin nearly fell to the ground. Oh no, it's Teacher Zhao!
Zhou Qishen calmly and composedly greeted the man, "Uncle Zhao."
Zhao Wenchun questioned, "Is my Xiaoxi with you?"
Zhao Xiyin shook her head frantically, blinked frantically, and frantically signaled him to say no.
Zhou Qishen smiled and looked away, saying frankly, "Yes."
Zhao Xiyin: "..."
Zhao Wenchun was so angry she could have burned her phone. She yelled furiously, "You, you, you! You're not allowed to bully her! Make her go home, now, right now!"
Zhao Xiyin looked distressed and kicked him, yelling, "Zhou Qishen, you've ruined me!!"
Zhou Qishen put his arm around her waist and kissed her forehead. "It's okay, I'll stay with you."