After thoroughly cuddling her, Zhao Xiyin felt she had had enough and was ready to receive—
The man on top of her stiffened, his abs twitching...
Then everything stopped.
The showerhead was on, and all I could hear was the sound of water splashing.
Zhou Qishen buried his face in her neck, his breath rapid and hot. Zhao Xiyin asked, puzzled, "Hmm?"
He gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "Don't speak."
Zhao Xiyin was stunned for a moment, then finally realized what was happening. Her heart was filled with mixed emotions; she tried hard to suppress a laugh, lightly poked his shoulder with her fingertips, and asked softly:
"Zhou Qishen, is that all you're going to do?"
Chapter 81 I Too Have Been Drifting for a Long Time (1)
Zhou Qishen was too hasty in flirting; he himself is not someone who can control his emotions.
When they first got married, he was so unrestrained that he sparked a flame between them, even though Zhao Xiyin was a very frigid person.
After nearly three years of separation, he couldn't help himself at this moment.
Zhao Xiyin didn't dare to laugh, afraid of hurting the man's pride, and gently hugged him, "Brother Zhou, it's okay. It's normal for a man's body to decline after he turns thirty."
Zhou Qishen was extremely frustrated, his eyes were bloodshot, and his body was covered with scratches from her.
What is this called?
The thunder was loud, but no raindrops actually fell.
He took a deep breath, touched her face, and said, "You take a shower first, I'm going out to clear my head."
Zhao Xiyin carefully lowered her gaze, but Zhou Qishen had already pulled a bath towel and wrapped it around his waist faster than she had.
I closed the bathroom door, and all I could hear was the sound of running water.
Zhou Qishen walked barefoot on the wooden floor, leaving a trail of wet footprints that quickly dried. He went to his study, too lazy to put on clothes, his hands supporting him on the edge of the table, slightly bent over, his back muscles visibly visible. The French windows were only drawn with a thin curtain, the outline of the new CCTV building vaguely visible.
As Zhou Qishen watched, he chuckled to himself, then lowered his head and took a deep breath.
The bathroom was in the master bedroom. After Zhao Xiyin finished showering, she couldn't find anyone in the room. She wasn't in a hurry to look for anyone. When she saw the black shirt that had been on the bed, she subconsciously pursed her lips.
Zhou Qishen was calming himself in his study, intending to compose himself before going to the bedroom. But he heard two knocks on the door. He turned his head, and Zhao Xiyin's little head popped out. She winked mischievously, "Brother Zhou, aren't you going to come and sleep with me?"
Zhou Qishen smiled and said, "Be good, wait for me a moment."
"I'm not waiting anymore, I want you to sleep with me now." Zhao Xiyin said as she pushed the door open. Once it was fully open, she was wearing Zhou Qishen's black shirt, with only one button casually fastened. The girl's skin was fair, and the contrast between the black and white was visually striking.
Zhao Xiyin's eyes were bright, as if they were moistened with water. As she walked towards him, ripples appeared in her eyes with each step.
Zhou Qishen's expression darkened. He leaned lazily against the edge of the table, a few strands of his half-dry hair hanging over his forehead. Behind him was the darkness, and before him stood the beautiful woman. Caught in the middle, he felt an invisible pressure, like the glint of swords. If Zhao Xiyin really wanted to deal with him, he would be powerless to resist.
Zhao Xiyin put her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, "Brother Zhou, let me dance for you."
Zhou Qishen was taken aback.
Zhao Xiyin had danced for so many people since she was seven years old, but he was the only one she had never properly watched. She smiled and took two steps back, pinching the narrow hem of her shirt, and bowed in a princess-like curtsy.
Zhou Qishen's smile deepened, he put his hands behind his back, crossed his arms, and raised his eyebrows.
Zhao Xiyin selected a song on the turntable. As the music started, her alluring female voice instantly enhanced the atmosphere. It was a jazz English song, and Zhao Xiyin blended seamlessly with the rhythm. One glance from her was enough to make Zhou Qishen lose his composure.
He saw that the black shirt seemed to come alive, softened. One moment it was like spring water, the next like a rosy sunset, then the carelessly fastened button came undulating on its own, and the black shirt transformed into undulating mountains, or rolling waves. Her young body was full of collagen. She slowed her pace and walked towards him. Step by step, like an insatiable cat.
Zhao Xiyin hugged Zhou Qishen, intertwined her fingers with his, and led him to sway gently to the music.
Romantic feelings and moonlight, a fleeting moment in spring.
Zhou Qishen swept everything off the desk and then, not very gently, pushed Zhao Xiyin onto the desk.
Even now, Zhao Xiyin felt relieved. Judging from Zhou Qishen's behavior in the bathroom, it probably lasted no more than... a minute. She was just feeling relieved when, less than half a second later... damn it! Tears welled up in her eyes!
In the latter half of the night, Zhao Xiyin was already in a daze. How to describe it? It was as if he had taken a nighttime stroll through the house. The study, the bedroom, the living room, even when he was thirsty, he couldn't bear to let go and carried him to the kitchen.
Zhao Xiyin's last thought was of the entire floor-to-ceiling window on the south wall of the master bedroom.
Zhou Qishen pressed the remote control, and the curtains were fully opened, allowing the neon lights of the CBD to stream in without reservation.
Zhao Xiyin grabbed Zhou Qishen's arm, and though she tried her best, she was still weak as she cursed him, "Brother Zhou, you're a pervert..."
When he woke up again, it was already daylight. Zhou Qishen hadn't slept this late in a very, very long time. He turned over, still unwilling to move, and held Zhao Xiyin tightly, preventing her from getting up. His fitness routine was scientific and disciplined; his muscles were well-proportioned but not muscular, possessing just the right amount of sex appeal.
Zhao Xiyin's back ached from being hit by his hip, and she struggled in dissatisfaction.
Zhou Qishen's first question was, "Hey? Teacher Zhao didn't call you last night?"
Zhao Xiyin's face flushed again. "I didn't hit her."
Zhou Qishen hummed in agreement. "Your dad is much easier to deal with than you are."
"Hey!" Zhao Xiyin immediately complained, turning over to face him. "What's wrong with me? Don't make me sound like a shrew."
Zhou Qishen responded with an "oh," and calmly said, "It was quite easy to handle last night."
Zhao Xiyin laughed as she got up, took a long stride, and nimbly flipped herself onto him. She pretended to choke him, but Zhou Qishen pulled the sheet over their heads, plunging them into darkness. They embraced, and all of Zhao Xiyin's protests were drowned out by their kiss.
This time it didn't last long; at eleven o'clock, the two of them got up to wash and get ready.