It's hard to quit, but it's the perfect marriage!

Zhou Yinghuai's expression changed again.

Zhu Xi, having succeeded, placed the scissors in his hand, saying, "Why don't you cut some too?"

The two of them were squatting, very close to each other.

Zhu Xi was so close that she could see the deep, subtle creases in Zhou Yinghuai's eyelids.

Zhu Xi was so close that she could smell a hint of her own scent mixed with his signature cool fragrance.

That was her shower gel, which had just arrived two weeks ago. She had opened one bottle and placed it in the guest bathroom.

Zhu Xixing's eyes sparkled, a faint smile filling them.

She brandished the scissors in her hand again. "It's fun, want to try?"

"I'm not going to try," Zhou Yinghuai said defiantly. "After all, these things are crucial to you."

He held the tip of the scissors, and Zhu Xi gently swirled the glass as he easily pressed down.

Two hands, just touching.

Zhou Yinghuai intentionally or unintentionally brushed against her knuckles, not giving her a chance to take it away.

With his free hand, he playfully pinched her cheek. "Keep it for Su Daiqing. When we return to Libei, we'll return it to its rightful owner."

"Okay," she smiled, releasing the scissors. "That makes perfect sense."

The phrase "reasonable and logical" sounds somewhat sarcastic.

Zhu Xi couldn't understand why she was acting this way.

But when faced with Ying Huai's unfathomable gaze last week, this tone of voice just came out of nowhere.

She was surprised by her own fickleness and began to wonder.

Zhou Yinghuai remained unmoved, and Zhu Xi could only shrug.

As a result, one person lost their balance and uncontrollably leaned forward.

The scissors fell to the ground with two muffled groans.

Zhou Yinghuai wrapped his arms around her back and held her in his arms.

The two of them slumped together on Su Daiqing's messy clothes.

The folded clothes were bunched up behind his waist, making Zhou Yinghuai uncomfortable.

Unfortunately, Zhu Xi was holding her chest up defensively.

Zhu Xi was still in shock, her eyes wide open.

Zhou Yinghuai tightened his grip on her waist, asking, "Were you scared?"

Zhu Xi frowned, "I didn't..."

Before Zhu Xi, who was deliberately going against her, could finish speaking, the two forces clashed, and Zhou Yinghuai rolled over, pinning her down.

He placed his palm behind her head, their eyes met, and their breaths mingled.

After the brief dizziness subsided, Zhu Xi felt her heart tremble as Zhou Yinghuai's intense gaze burned into her.

Zhou Yinghuai's breathing and eyes were like clusters of burning flames, capable of drawing her into the light of a magnificent and prosperous era.

She felt that Zhou Yinghuai was pressing down on her more densely than the needles of an embroidery, and more elusive than the vast clouds outside the window.

Their eyes met for a long time, and neither of them looked away.

Zhou Yinghuai lowered his head and drew closer, his eyes growing increasingly intense.

He was clearly smiling, but he was still Zhou Yinghuai.

But Zhu Xi always felt that he had changed.

He is no longer the one who has changed.

But she wouldn't say what had changed.

The reeds in her heart surged again, with an uncontrollable torrent, like a gluttonous beast, a giant monster, or a wildfire.

My appetite has grown, and my inexplicable feelings are expanding.

She was so bloated that her mouth was dry, her fingertips were numb, and she couldn't move.

Until Zhou Yinghuai nuzzled the tip of her nose.

"Sister Xi, I want a kiss."

"For a kiss?"

Zhu Xi's numb, stiff fingertips slid across the wooden floor onto the tie-dyed T-shirt that had been reduced to tattered strips.

A messy line is drawn up, the strokes indistinguishable, a chaotic tangle.

Zhu Xi held her breath.

There are no clocks in her room, so she can't tell the time.

She was enveloped in Zhou Yinghuai's signature cool fragrance, and her throat bobbed.

Her stiff, numb fingertips seemed to be propelled by her rapidly beating pulse, and Zhu Xiying's pale fingertips rolled over the tattered cloth, encircling Zhou Yinghuai's neck.

She lowered her eyes and stared at Zhou Yinghuai's slightly parted lips.

He tilted his head back and leaned closer.

The four lips touched for less than a second before Zhu Xi's mocking smile brushed against his cheek and reached his ear.

She exclaimed, "No kissing, I don't want to kiss!"

After saying that, she pushed him away.

Sit up with your legs curled up and hug your knees with your hands.

She glanced at Zhou Yinghuai, who was staring at her sideways, and said, "I'm blinded. You sort and pack these things for me. Give Su Daiqing's things to my brother."

Zhou Yinghuai: "..."

She challenged him, feigning an accusation, "What? You're unwilling?"

Zhou Yinghuai: "..."

Zhu Xi then added, "Didn't you come here to work today? Why did you come all this way so reluctantly?"

Zhu Xi picked up the notebook that Huo Xi had used to fan her earlier and slowly stood up.

She lifted her foot to step over Zhou Yinghuai's shoe.

He cursed inwardly, "Damn it, the wind from Qinhuai River is blowing again."

-

at that time.

Huo Xi, who was watching the swallows return to the building from the living room and playing Texas Hold'em in the middle of summer, frequently glanced towards the door of Zhu Xi's room.

Lou Yan scoffed, "Even your own brother didn't say anything, but you insist on acting like a dog."

"Zhu Xi isn't a mouse! She's a princess, the Strawberry Princess."

Lou Yan replied, "Just admit you're a dog!"

He leaned closer to her, flirtatiously saying, "The dog that bites me, the dog with the radical for 'dog'!"

Hoshi blushed, thinking of the shameful, suggestive positions he had conjured up to stimulate his natural desires.

The radical for "dog" (反犬旁).

You son of a bitch!

Huo Xi snorted and picked two Aces from a pile of cards he was holding face down, giving them to Sheng Xiali, who was about to lose her underwear.

He snatched the two Aces from Lou Yan's hand, tore one to shreds, and kept the other.

Then, she flipped through the cards again and randomly picked up two small cards that had no deterrent effect, giving them to Lou Yan Hui.

Finally, they considerately restored the cards to their original state.

"Please place your bets before the cards are dealt," Hoch said calmly.

Amidst the sweltering summer heat, a doubt lingered. Pointing to the face-down Ace in the discard pile, he asked, "I'm the dealer. Shall we go first?"

Horch nodded. "Yes."

In the sweltering summer: "What if I were a freeloader?"

"Player first!" Horthy puffed out his chest arrogantly. "My table, my rules!"

With that answer, he laughed lewdly in the sweltering summer heat, took off his watch, and exclaimed, "All in!"

Lou Yan watched all this unfold, neither intervening nor expressing her opinion.

He didn't speak until Horthy reached for his watch, "This watch!"

Horthy frowned. "Are you short of money?"

Lou Yan smiled faintly, her sinister gaze spreading outwards. "I don't lack anything!"

Horch tossed his watch into the deck. "Open!"

In the sweltering summer heat, I deliberately slowed down my movements tenfold to retrieve that Ace.

Huo Xi leaned back on the sofa, legs crossed, looking like a big shot. "Blow him up!"

The explosion blew Zhu Xi out of her bedroom.

Lou Yan threw down the playing cards, grabbed Huo Xi's slender waist and pulled her into her arms, pinching her earlobe.

The air was thick with eroticism. "Baby, that watch is from our first night, the one I wore."

Horthy stiffened; that night, the watch was used for his lower body.

She tried to snatch it, but it was too late.

In the sweltering summer heat, a bombshell was dropped: holding up two watches, he exclaimed, "Hey, Dean Zhu, did you 'sexually harass' our Ah Huai?"