Zhao Xiyin kissed the tip of his nose. "You've lost weight too."
Zhou Qishen held her hand and kissed it, saying, "I missed you."
Zhao Xiyin chuckled, "Aren't you disgusted by this cheesy talk?"
"I'm not lying." After an afternoon meeting, Zhou Qishen's voice was a little hoarse, but when he lowered it, it sounded especially sexy. "I know I've done something wrong again. I don't dare say 'I'm sorry' to you anymore; saying it too many times feels cheap. But Xi'er, I didn't think of you that way. You've always been great; you've done better than me. I didn't want you to worry, but I used the wrong approach. Even if you don't like hearing it, I still have to say it again. Wife, I'm sorry, I'll change in the future."
Zhao Xiyin felt a pang of sympathy and her heart ached. She choked out, "I was wrong too. I didn't speak properly or pay attention to my manner when we communicated. Actually, I regret it every time we argue."
Zhou Qishen smiled, "Regretting not scolding me more?"
Zhao Xiyin's voice was nasal as she said, "I regret that there are so many ways to communicate, why did I have to choose to argue?"
Zhou Qishen was also moved and hugged her tightly. "It's okay. I was wrong. I deserve to be scolded and beaten. Zhou Qishen deserves to die."
Zhao Xiyin was amused by his joke and gently punched his shoulder, saying, "I'm not a shrew."
Zhou Qishen casually hummed in agreement, raising an eyebrow and speaking in a rather irreverent tone, "You are my beloved wife."
They looked at each other, their gazes growing increasingly intense.
Zhou Qi's breathing quickened noticeably, his large hand roaming over her slender waist, lost in fantasies.
Zhao Xiyin almost instinctively refused, "Um... I don't want to be here."
Zhou Qishen had already pinned her down on the large desk, his index finger gently pressing against her lips, his voice hoarse and seductive: "...You'll want it."
It was clear that Zhou Qishen was fully engaged throughout the process, and he seemed to be enjoying himself as well. But Zhao Xiyin was truly suffering; she felt uncomfortable all over and kept moaning and whimpering. Zhou Qishen tried several positions, each one more uncomfortable than the last.
He looked frustrated, even doubting himself, "Is my technique not good enough?"
"..." Zhao Xiyin's eyes were red. She thought about it carefully for a moment and said with a wronged look, "No, it's my problem."
Zhou Qi hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's okay, I'm going to take a shower."
He was about to get up when Zhao Xiyin gently pulled him back, her face as red as her eyes, and whispered something. Zhou Qishen was so shocked that he almost confessed immediately.
In the very end, he sat while the girl squatted.
Zhou Qishen thought to himself, "Today feels even more festive than Chinese New Year!"
——
On Saturday, Zhou Qishen had to go to the bank, so he got up early. He had just come out of the dressing room when Zhao Xiyin also got up.
"Taking a break today, not sleeping in a little longer?" He was fastening his tie, a few fingers twirling between the dark blue fabric. The way he tilted his chin slightly was incredibly sexy.
Zhao Xiyin ran forward and gently bit his chin. "Boss Zhou, so handsome."
Zhou Qishen was just feeling smug.
She stretched out her hand again, "Quickly, send the money to the online trolls."
Zhou Qishen feigned disappointment, "He should still be handsome, I take care of my skin every day."
Zhao Xiyin laughed and snuggled against him.
Zhou Qishen asked, "Where are you going? Do you want me to give you a ride?"
"I'm looking for Li Ran and Xiao Shun," Zhao Xiyin said. "You can drive yourself; it'll be more convenient."
"Okay, be careful, call me if anything happens."
The two went out in opposite directions.
Half an hour later, Zhao Xiyin arrived at Dr. Ji Furong's clinic.
Ji Furong was still busy, but nodded to her through the door, "Sit outside for a while."
Zhao Xiyin raised her hand and gave an OK sign. She sat down in the chair, feeling a little dizzy from the smell of disinfectant.
Ten minutes later, the patient left.
Dr. Ji was very concerned about Zhao Xiyin. "I was actually relieved that she hadn't come to see me for a while."
Zhao Xiyin said, "I'm much better, Aunt Ji, but I haven't been feeling well lately."
"What's wrong?" Ji Furong frowned. "Is your stomach hurting again?"
“Occasionally, but it’s not exactly painful,” Zhao Xiyin said with distress. “It feels dull and a bit swollen. Sometimes it’s more noticeable when I walk a long distance.”
"Isn't it the same kind of pain as before?"
“No.” Zhao Xiyin shook her head.
After examining her for a few seconds, Dr. Ji suddenly asked, "Xiao west, have you had any sexual activity in the past few months?"
There was nothing to hide or be ashamed of in front of the doctor, so Zhao Xiyin nodded and said truthfully, "Yes."
Ji Furong's expression relaxed, a faint smile appeared on her lips, and without saying much, she took a box from the medicine cabinet and handed it to her.
"Go and test it. If you don't know how to use it, read the instruction manual."
Zhao Xiyin was completely stunned, and her hand even trembled slightly when she took it.
Dr. Ji encouraged her, "It's alright, Xiao west. Let's rule them out one by one. What if it's good news?"
Twenty minutes later.