"Call her to come along." Zhou Qishen gently touched her fingers.
Zhao Xiyin said gently, "No, I'm afraid she'll feel uncomfortable. You two chat." After saying that, she gracefully walked away without looking back at all.
Cen Yue takes a lot of time to eat hot pot. She can drink three bowls of beef and tomato soup slowly, and more than an hour will pass by in a short while.
How will you get back?
“The subway is closed, I’ll take the bus,” Zhao Xiyin said.
Cen Yue hesitated for a moment, then cautiously asked, "Your boyfriend ate hot pot with another woman, aren't you angry?"
Zhao Xiyin was baffled. "Why would I be angry? Why would I be jealous of this? Please! We're adults, and the Qing Dynasty is long gone!"
As soon as she stepped outside, Cen Yue exclaimed, "Wow!"
Zhou Qishen hadn't left yet; he was standing at the door, holding his car keys. He smiled at Cen Yue, then looked at Zhao Xiyin and said, "I'll take you home."
Cen Yue looked on expectantly, "Being a third wheel, how embarrassing."
Zhao Xiyin poked the dimple on her face. "Alright, let's go."
Cen Yue didn't live in the troupe's dormitory either; she rented a loft outside. In the expensive East Third Ring Road area, after dropping her off and saying goodbye, Zhou Qishen turned the steering wheel and remarked, "She's the girl who likes Gu Heping?"
Zhao Xiyin hummed in agreement and looked down at her phone. "She's all hot and bothered by looks. Tell Heping not to overthink it. She just likes his type of appearance. Maybe she'll forget about it in a few days."
Zhou Qi glanced at her, his heart pounding. He was about to explain, "Today I..."
“Zhou Qishen,” Zhao Xiyin suddenly interrupted.
He sat up straighter when called by his name so formally. "Huh?"
Zhao Xiyin turned her head, smiling brightly with sparkling eyes, "My dad isn't home tonight, and I forgot my keys. Could you take me in?"
"..." Zhou Qishen didn't quite understand her thoughts for a moment.
It was a bit sudden, a bit direct, and a bit of a secret delight.
This is a godsend!
He casually shifted his gaze, focused on driving, gripped the steering wheel tightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
Upon arriving at Fanyue, as soon as the door closed, Zhou Qishen pushed her against the wall and tried to kiss her in the entryway. Zhao Xiyin turned her head away, her lips brushing against his face, and said disdainfully, "You smell like hotpot, go take a shower."
Zhou Qishen smiled and replied in a low voice, "Okay."
This time, Zhou Qishen took a much longer shower than before. He emerged from the bathroom, still warm and dressed in his pajamas. Zhao Xiyin sat cross-legged on the carpet, head down, still playing on her phone.
He walked over, knelt down, and hugged her from behind. "Aren't your eyes tired from looking at your phone all the time?"
"Not tired." Zhao Xiyin said with great enthusiasm, "I run QQ Supermarket, ten chain stores now. Each customer brings in 200 million yuan. Look at my total assets, over 300 billion yuan."
Zhou Qishen wasn't interested in the messy management game. He kissed her ear and said in a deep voice, "This is all fake. What your husband has is real."
Zhao Xiyin remained calm, turned off her phone, glanced at him, and asked, "Have you finished showering?"
"Um."
"Alright, go lie down on the bed."
Zhao Xiyin even turned off a light. Seeing that Zhou Qishen had obediently lay down, she opened the wardrobe and casually pulled out a tie. It was deep red and smooth. She wrapped it around her fingers and then tightened it.
Zhao Xiyin tilted her head, her eyes alluring, and then climbed into bed.
Zhou Qishen got up to kiss her, but Zhao Xiyin held him down and pleaded softly, "You're not allowed to move."
Zhou Qishen couldn't resist. His breathing became heavy, his eyes burned, and his heartbeat became noticeably rapid. His arms were raised, his palms clasped together on the pillow, his tie wrapped around and tightened, and Zhao Xiyin's long hair fell down, the ends brushing lightly against the tip of his nose.
The hand is tied.
Then to the feet.
Zhao Xiyin buried herself in her work, and with a strong pull, she pulled without hesitation.
She stood up and could sense the change in the man.
Zhou Qishen was moved and pleaded with her in a low voice, "Xi'er..."
Zhao Xiyin nodded, "I know, I'll be right there. Wait for me, I'm going to the kitchen for a glass of water."
After saying that, she left the bedroom and closed the door.
Zhou Qishen was lost in thought, patiently waiting.
One minute.
Two minutes.
No one has returned yet.
Zhou Qishen, his hands and feet bound by a tie, shifted uncomfortably and called out, "Xiao west."
No response.
"Xiao west?" she raised her voice again.
This time there was an echo, "bang."
Isn't that the sound of his door closing?