On the day of the divorce, I became Qin Shao's darling.

Lin Xiwei stared at him, and two seconds later, her cheeks turned bright red!

"What are you doing? Who said anything about doing anything? You're letting Aunt Lan and the others go home for the holidays. No one will feed the goldfish in the backyard. What if they starve to death?"

Lin Xiwei realized that he had seen through her thoughts, her mind went blank, and she was so embarrassed that she couldn't face anyone. She probably didn't even realize what she had said.

As long as fish have water, they won't starve to death.

That's a lame excuse.

Qin Jiamo snorted coldly, "Stop pretending. I understand your thoughts and are anxious about what you're anxious about. Shouldn't you thank me?"

"I don't understand what you're saying." Lin Xiwei turned to look out the car window, too embarrassed to respond.

From an angle unseen by the man, she bit her lip tightly, suppressing a smile. Her frustration, helplessness, nervousness, anticipation, and shyness painted a face more beautiful than any flower.

It was only 7:30 in the morning when we got back to Greentown Villa.

Aunt Lan and Aunt Zhou have already left.

They were supposed to get off the bus together.

But as Qin Jiamo entered the house, her phone rang.

Lin Xiwei felt a jolt, as if she had been slapped. While he was on the phone, she quickly and quietly quickened her pace and went upstairs first.

As she entered the dressing room, she took out her bath towel and bathrobe from the closet. When she turned around, the man's tall and slender figure was already behind her.

"Huh!" She was startled and leaned back. "You walk without making a sound?"

Qin Jiamo chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on her, like a fine net enveloping her.

He didn't say a word, but walked towards her gently and domineeringly.

Forced by him, Lin Xiwei subconsciously took two steps back, almost touching the wardrobe.

"Ah, you—" There was no space behind her, and her voice trembled with panic.

Qin Jiamo grasped the back of her neck with one hand, gently pulling her back from her leaning position, and scooped her back up.

Their eyes met, but neither of them spoke.

But they both knew exactly what was going to happen next.

Lin Xiwei's heart was racing. She slightly raised her chin to meet his gaze, her eyes gradually becoming hazy.

Seeing that she was cooperating, Qin Jiamo smiled slightly and then, as expected, lowered his head and kissed her deeply.

There was no eager plundering, only patient caressing, a gentle touch that made one's heart tremble, even his large hands were placed respectfully behind her back.

Lin Xiwei was a little stiff at first, but under his gradual guidance, she relaxed little by little, and her hands unconsciously rose up to hook around his neck, becoming more and more accommodating to the kiss.

But it was just a kiss.

Just as the air was getting warmer and the two of them were losing control of their emotions, Qin Jiamo took the initiative to stop.

"Go take a shower first, okay?"

He didn't leave completely; his high, straight nose brushed against the woman's cheek, and his thin lips kissed her forehead again, whispering softly.

Lin Xiwei's heart was trembling, her breath was tight, and she didn't dare to look up at him. She only gave a soft reply.

"So... should you shower first, or should we shower together?" Qin Jiamo continued to ask in a low voice.

Lin Xiwei suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with panic.

Together?

He's so daring.

He usually appears to be abstinent and indifferent to women, but I never expected him to be so virtuous at heart.

The two of them haven't even fully crossed the line yet, and he's already going to take a bath together like lovers?

Qin Jiamo saw her eyes darting around in fright and couldn't help but chuckle. "Just kidding, why are you staring at me like I'm a pervert?"

"..." Lin Xiwei pursed her lips, and pushed him away in shame and indignation, "You're so bad."

He was still smiling.

Lin Xiwei grabbed a bathrobe and towel, her ears burning red, and hurriedly slipped into the bathroom.

Qin Jiamo touched the bridge of his nose, took a deep breath, suppressed his restless heart, and turned to open his wardrobe.

Pick out the clothes you'll be wearing later.

After much deliberation, he finally decided to wear the clothes Lin Xiwei had bought for him a few days ago.

The sound of running water in the bathroom made him almost lose control, just imagining the scene.

To save time, he simply took his clothes and went outside to another bathroom to wash.

Lin Xiwei washed her hair and took a shower inside, scrubbing herself repeatedly, afraid that she wasn't clean enough and might have some odor that would leave a bad impression on him.

But because she was in a hurry to get to the Civil Affairs Bureau, she couldn't wash for too long, so she had to speed things up.

Half an hour later, she opened the door and came out, drying her hair as she said, "I'm done washing, it's your turn."

After he finished speaking, the bedroom fell silent.

She took a few steps to check, but there was no one in the bedroom.

Is he in a hurry? What has this person been doing?

"Qin Jiamo." She opened the door and called out from the hallway.

No one answered.

"Qin Jiamo!" she raised her voice again.

"Is this a soul-calling ritual?" Attorney Qin came out of the bathroom at the far end of the second floor, also drying her hair with a towel.

Lin Xiwei was about to say "It's your turn" when she saw that he had already finished washing up. She suddenly remembered that there were several bathrooms in the house, and there was no need to wait for the one in the master bedroom.

She pursed her lips, looked at the man's wide-open bathrobe, revealing his strong and sexy chest muscles, and suddenly felt short of breath. She turned around and went into the house.

But Qin Jiamo was tall and had long legs, and he caught up in a few steps, grabbing her waist from behind.

"Weren't you calling me? Why do you run away as soon as you see me?" He leaned down from behind, his hot breath hitting her neck.

Lin Xiwei gasped, instinctively looking up and snuggling closer to him. "Who ran away? I'm going inside to get dressed."

"Why put on clothes? You'll have to take them off later, it's too much trouble."

He spoke softly and passionately, kissing her neck as he spoke, his words low and seductive.

Lin Xiwei's head went limp, and she couldn't move her feet.

Qin Jiamo smiled gently, and without wasting any more time, bent down, picked her up horizontally, and carried her straight to the bed.

"No, my hair is wet..." Lin Xiwei's voice was barely audible, her face flushed.

She originally thought that she could blow-dry her hair while Qin Jiamo went in to wash.

But he had already finished washing.

"Ugh, women are such a hassle," Qin Jiamo muttered helplessly, then put her down again. "I'll blow-dry it for you."

The hairdryer hummed, soft, fragrant hair danced and twirled between their fingers, and their gazes met and merged in the mirror.

Lin Xiwei couldn't look him in the eye, and in the end, she could only lower her head.

But as his hand gently brushed across my scalp, I couldn't tell if it was just my imagination, but I always felt like he was doing it on purpose, one stroke after another, creating a tingling sensation.

Lin Xiwei never knew that her scalp was also an erogenous zone.

The tingling sensation traveled along her nerves in waves, causing her to involuntarily twitch her spine as if an electric current had passed through her.

In her confusion and infatuation, she felt like she had become a puppet on a string.

Qin Jiamo is the master who controls the puppet.

Wherever his hand went, it was instantly activated, like a wildfire spreading.

The first rays of dawn fell upon the soft bed and also upon her furrowed brow, which she seemed to be furrowing with impatience.

The rainstorm had just stopped, and the waves had receded.

The bright winter sun illuminated the large pigeon egg on the woman's finger, its brilliance dazzling and captivating, just like the ultimate infatuation that had just blossomed in their minds.