As soon as Secretary Xu stepped out of the doctor's office, she saw Zhao Wenchun. Zhao Wenchun looked much better, coughed lightly twice, and said, "I'll go see him."
After receiving a sedative, Zhou Qishen fell asleep on his side in bed. His suit jacket was draped over the headboard, and his hair was a mess; only his handsome features were still somewhat presentable. Zhao Wenchun hooked a chair over and slowly sat down.
Zhou Qishen has a shallow sleep and wakes up easily.
When I opened my eyes and saw Zhao Wenchun, my heart skipped a beat. I forced a tired smile. "Teacher Zhao, are you going to give me another lecture? Go ahead and scold me, I'm listening."
Zhao Wenchun frowned, and after a few seconds, he sighed, said nothing more, and left with his hands behind his back.
That evening, Zhao Xiyin hurriedly knocked on his door.
Zhou Qishen opened the door slowly, his head still spinning. When Zhao Xiyin saw him lying in bed like this, her heart clenched.
All my worries turned into boundless tenderness, and I asked with heartache, "How are you...?"
Zhou Qishen leaned lazily against the door, looking pathetic, and said, "I'm about to die."
Zhao Xiyin nodded in agreement, "That's what Brother Heping said too."
Zhou Qishen's expression immediately changed. "Next time I'll definitely sew his mouth shut."
Zhao Xiyin chuckled. "You're quite energetic when you're cursing, Zhou Qishen. Don't try to play the victim in front of me anymore."
So it turns out they were trying to scam him.
Zhou Qishen, completely shameless, reached out and hooked his arm around her shoulder, then wrapped his other arm around her tightly, leaning against Zhao Xiyin like a koala. Zhao Xiyin was forced to back away by his embrace, both amused and exasperated, "Stop it, you're heavy."
Zhou Qishen nuzzled her face, "Still don't understand the strategy? Now I'm legitimately playing the victim."
Zhao Xiyin laughed, "You're quite proud of yourself."
She walked into the house, but Zhou Qishen wouldn't let go, clinging to her like Siamese twins.
“I got sick in Hangzhou. I had a fever of 42 degrees Celsius, a headache, and I fainted in the bathroom. I hadn’t eaten enough and had drunk too much alcohol. This morning, when I got up to catch my flight, I had low blood sugar and almost fainted in the bathroom.” Zhou Qishen said in a low voice, feeling aggrieved. “At the hospital, the nurses gave me so many injections. My hands are covered in holes.”
Zhao Xiyin looked down and saw that his hands were clasped tightly in front of his chest, the backs of his hands were clean, and he lied without thinking.
She patiently asked, "So what do you want?"
What can you do to me?
"I could probably kick you twice," Zhao Xiyin said seriously.
Zhou Qishen laughed out loud, loosened his grip a little, sat down on the sofa, put his arm around Zhao Xiyin's waist and pulled her closer, "I'm sick, can't you comfort me?"
Zhao Xiyin thought for a moment, "Shall I tell you a ghost story?"
Zhou Qishen's face immediately darkened.
Zhao Xiyin smiled and touched his face, saying sincerely, "Zhou Qishen, thank you for today."
Zhou Qishen hummed in agreement, "I don't want you to worry."
"I know." Zhao Xiyin lowered her head, behaving very obediently.
Zhou Qishen held her hand and gently stroked her fingers one by one, "If you really become a big star in the future, will I have to line up and make an appointment to see you?"
Zhao Xiyin thought for a moment, "I'll give you a scalper's account, valid for one use only."
Zhou Qishen, annoyed, pulled her down onto his lap. Zhao Xiyin hooked her arms around his neck, not shy at all, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him. After a ten-second standoff, Zhou Qishen gave in first, shifting his gaze, "Shouldn't you be blushing now?"
Zhao Xiyin blinked lightly, "Why should I blush?"
“Those novels are all written like this.” Zhou Qishen recalled that he had been reading bedtime stories to her recently and could recite the plots by heart.
Zhao Xiyin suppressed a laugh, tilted her head, and summarized quite seriously: "Gu Haotian gazed at me with deep affection, his eyes burning with fire... Is that right?"
She leaned closer, her eyes like water.
Zhou Qishen paused for a moment, then nodded.
"Cheng Beibei's body is trembling, and her breathing is hot...is that right?"
I don't know if Cheng Beibei is hot or not, but Zhou Qishen is a bit hot right now.
Zhao Xiyin rested one arm on the back of the sofa, forming a semi-circle around the man, pulling him into her embrace. Her eyes narrowed slightly, alluring and captivating, filled with intense affection, as she spoke, word by word:
"...They drew closer and closer, and Cheng Beibei, in her arms, looked like a frightened little white rabbit, saying pitifully, 'Gu Haotian, even if you get my body, you can't get my heart.'"
Zhou Qishen's eyes darkened, deepened, and he became mesmerized. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes, nose, and lips all wanting to get closer to her. "And then?"
Zhao Xiyin lowered her head, cupped the back of Zhou Qishen's head, and kissed him.
The woman's initiative was tinged with emotion; her gentleness and cautiousness almost shattered Zhou Qishen's will. He tried to turn the tables, but before he could move, Zhao Xiyin forcefully pressed him down.
A passionate and deeply tender kiss.
When they parted, Zhao Xiyin was a little breathless, her face flushed and hot, but she still dutifully delivered her lines perfectly, her eyes three parts mischievous and her tone seven parts soft. She hooked Zhou Qishen's chin with her index finger, "...Man, are you satisfied with what you saw?"
Zhou Qishen said, "I'm not satisfied."
Zhao Xiyin clicked her tongue and scolded, "You should have cooperated and said you were satisfied!"
"Stay." Zhou Qishen coaxed and lured her, his voice low and menacing: "My Mrs. Zhou."
Chapter 71 I Want the Moon to Come to Me (5)
The land of gentle pleasures has now become a graveyard for heroes.