Night Rose

This was the first time Wang Tianle had been treated so harshly by his brother. He was stunned for a while, "Hey, Brother Zhou, wait, something's not right..."

Zhou Zheng knew the kid was a bit dim-witted, so he chuckled and ruffled his hair. "Let's go take a shower."

While taking a shower, Zhou Zheng felt a sense of desolation. He realized that what he had just said wasn't really meant for Xiao Pang, but for himself.

The swan grew wings and was coveted by the toad, who could fly on its own.

Given his current circumstances, he even needs to borrow money for his grandfather's medical expenses. How can he possibly dream of standing next to a swan?

Su Tian'e, her smooth neck exposed, stood in front of the race car recording the final data. She continued to write her daily log as usual, as the final preparations before the race were especially important.

On the last day, Su Jin became the most anxious person in the team.

The team was given a day off, and Tu Ying went to a tavern to "perform a ritual," burning incense, divining, and using every means at his disposal to pray for a championship.

Zhou Zheng and Wang Tianle ran a few laps to stimulate their muscles.

When they returned to the tavern, Su Jin was squatting in front of the garage, clutching her stomach, looking rather pale.

Zhou Zheng stepped forward and supported her. "What happened? Didn't I tell you to stay home and rest?"

Before leaving, Su Jin sent him a message saying that she had started her period and was having menstrual cramps so she couldn't go out.

The parts of the car were finalized last night, and today is a day off, so Zhou Zheng told her to rest at home.

Unexpectedly, when they returned from their run, they saw Su Jin with a pale face.

"I still can't stay idle, so I wanted to come and watch the races." Su Jin was a little dizzy after squatting for so long.

There was a large cushion next to her, so she didn't try to be strong and simply leaned against Zhou Zheng's shoulder, rubbing her forehead. "Sigh, I'm getting old."

"You're too old to come here and cause trouble. You should just stay home and rest," Zhou Zheng said expressionlessly.

"I'm just worried. I won't feel at ease if I don't come and check on things." Su Jin had something on her mind, and she always felt uneasy staying at home.

The incident at the New York Rally still left her with psychological trauma. She had just carefully reviewed the items she had checked last night and checked them off on the form after confirming that everything was correct.

However, as soon as she turned around, the intense psychological torment prompted her to turn back and check again.

Su Jin knew she was doomed; she was once again entangled in compulsive psychology.

Just when she was at her wit's end, Zhou Zheng appeared. When she needed someone to rely on, a man who seemed reliable appeared.

At least he has broad shoulders and a wide build, so he is indeed "reliable".

Su Jin leaned on his shoulder, putting everything that had happened before out of her mind, leaving only her worries about the race.

"Afraid the race car will grow legs and run away? Or are you afraid you won't faint before the race?" Zhou Zheng casually touched her forehead.

During menstruation, her temperature rises, and her forehead is burning hot right now. She doesn't know if it's because her CPU is about to burn out or because she's not feeling well.

"Everyone's afraid, is that not okay?"

"..."

In Zhou Zheng's view, this was somewhat unreasonable.

"Go upstairs and rest."

Su Jin clutched her stomach. When people are weak, they tend to show weakness to familiar people. She didn't even realize that there was a hint of coquetry in her tone.

"I'm in pain, I can't walk."

Zhou Zheng stared at her for a few moments. Her pale face did look terrible. Even the hardest-hearted person couldn't bring themselves to say anything cruel when Su Jin was being coquettish.

He bent down, placed one hand under Su Jin's knees, and gently scooped her up in his arms.

Su Jin instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, and Zhou Zheng easily pulled her up with one arm.

"My back hurts, so you can carry me!"

"Shut up."

Despite his sharp tongue, Zhou Zheng obediently held her waist, allowing her to lie comfortably in his arms.

Wang Tianle stayed upstairs with Tu Ying. Their voices, which were not properly closed, could be heard in the corridor.

Su Jin felt a little guilty and hid her face in Zhou Zheng's arms. "Hurry up!"

"Why?" Zhou Zheng deliberately slowed his pace, and when he passed Tu Ying's room, he even took her over to take a look.

For some reason, Su Jin felt that the two of them were having an affair, and her hair stood on end!

Zhou Zheng carried her to the doorway, and she actually glanced inside.

Tu Ying and Wang Tianle were seen holding three incense sticks, muttering to themselves before a statue of the God of Wealth. They didn't know who to pray to for winning the competition, but Tu Ying, being a money-loving person, felt that praying to the God of Wealth was always a good idea!

"You're sick," Zhou Zheng whispered in her ear.

Su Jin's ears went weak, and she pinched his waist hard, gesturing for him to leave quickly. "You're the one who's sick, peeping at other people's doors!"

Zhou Zheng carried the person to the balcony.

The balcony was kept very clean, and the area under the grape trellis was shady.

"Alright, put me down, I can walk by myself," Su Jin said stubbornly.

Zhou Zheng ignored her and put her on the recliner.

The recliner creaked and rocked, and Su Jin squinted and caught sight of a bunch of grapes above.

She reached out to grab it, but her fingertips were just a little short.

Zhou Zheng patted her hand. "Don't eat anything cold. Wait here."

Su Jin wasn't that obedient, but she had a stomachache and didn't want to do anything, so she just squinted and waited.

Soon after, Zhou Zheng returned with a bowl of red date and brown sugar water.

Su Jin was both amused and exasperated. "Will this even work?"

"Give it a try."

Zhou Zheng wasn't sure if it would work. He had borrowed the brown sugar water from his neighbor. Where the three of them lived, they only had white sugar as a seasoning, let alone brown sugar. They only had red dates thanks to the old hen from last week.

Su Jin frowned and took a sip. It wasn't bad; after a few sips, her tongue felt sweet. She forced herself to finish half a bowl, then let out a long sigh, "Too sweet."

"Really? Let me try it." Zhou Zheng leaned closer to her.

Su Jin held her breath instantly, her eyes widening. What? Try it? Countless scenes from idol dramas that were unsuitable for children flashed through her mind, and she suddenly covered her lips.

Zhou Zheng covered half of his body around her, took the brown sugar water, and drank a sip.

"Too much brown sugar," he commented, raising an eyebrow at Su Jin's actions. "Oh, you didn't think I was going to kiss you, did you?"

Su Jin lowered her hand and looked away. "You're overthinking it. I was wiping my mouth!"

How could Miss Su, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness, possibly wipe her mouth with her hands?

Zhou Zheng didn't expose her. He moved a small stool and sat down next to her, placing his large hand on her lower abdomen and gently massaging it in one direction.

Su Jin wanted to refuse, but Zhou Zheng's hands were warm and dry, and the massage felt very comfortable, which seemed to alleviate her pain. So she had no choice but to indulge in the intimacy that crossed the line.

"What are you worried about? You seem distracted, something's on your mind?" Zhou Zheng asked casually.