Sweetie, don't look at him, kiss me.

[Don't scroll away, women must watch this, the ultimate stress-relieving video!]

When Lin Qingmian saw this link in the group, she had just put the design on the coffee table and was about to rest after drawing the design all night.

She yawned, picked up the tablet, and casually tapped on it.

This is an ambiguous video of a man and woman making love. What comes into view is the man's strong back and the woman's delicate, tearful face, along with the sound of moaning filling the room.

In the past, Lin Qingmian would have simply turned off such videos.

But today's video has a really seductive atmosphere, full of sexual tension.

The more she looked at them, the more it tempted her, so she went back to her room, opened a drawer, and pulled out some small toys that she hadn't used in a long time.

I had just turned the video on speaker when my phone rang.

Her hands were shaking. Before she could even see who was calling, she accidentally pressed the answer button on speakerphone.

Then, her secretly married husband Ji Linzhou's voice suddenly rang out amidst the panting and trembling sounds of the men and women in the room: "Lin Qingmian."

Lin Qingmian instantly regained consciousness.

She got up from the sofa, put her phone aside, and while frantically turning off the toy and pausing the video, awkwardly asked, "Did you need something?"

Married for a year, she and he have only spoken a handful of times, and their chat history can be scrolled to the bottom in a single glance.

This was the first time he had ever called her on his own initiative.

The man's voice on the other end of the phone was as cold and distant as ever: "Your father said he urgently needs five million for working capital, and he's already spoken to you about it. He wants to borrow it in your name. Let me confirm."

Lin Qingmian's shyness and embarrassment were instantly extinguished.

She lowered her head and put the small toy away, a bitter feeling welling up inside her: "I haven't been in contact with my family for more than half a year, you don't need to lend it to him."

"it is good."

Logically, the phone call should have ended there, as the two of them really didn't have much in common.

But Ji Linzhou, unusually, did not hang up.

He seemed to be writing something; there was the sound of a pen scratching on paper on the other end of the phone.

Lin Qingmian paused for a moment: "Is there anything else? If not, I'll hang up."

The rustling stopped the moment she finished speaking.

Then, a deep male voice came from the other end: "I heard everything just now."

Lin Qingmian's breath hitched for a moment, and her ears burned.

She thought that someone as respectable as him would pretend not to hear even if he did.

I didn't expect him to point it out so directly.

After a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, the man's voice was lower than before: "I want you to remember that you are a married woman."

Lin Qingmian was both embarrassed and annoyed, and her fingers tightened slightly as she gripped her phone.

She is indeed a married woman, but in the year since their marriage, they have only met a handful of times, and there is absolutely no affection between them.

Therefore, his reminder at this moment made her feel inexplicably amused.

In a moment of emotional turmoil, she blurted out into the phone, "Fine, Ji Linzhou, I have physiological needs right now. You need to be back within an hour to fulfill your duties as a husband. Can you do that?"

The man on the other end of the phone said calmly, "It's eight in the morning. I have a meeting later."

As expected, the rejection was ruthless.

Lin Qingmian coldly curled her lips: "So, when I need help, you can't come back to help me. What's wrong with me being self-sufficient?"

After saying that, she hung up the phone immediately.

When she put down her phone, her hand accidentally touched the play button on the tablet again.

The sound of the couple's intertwined breathing began to fill the living room again.

But Lin Qingmian only felt annoyed.

She picked up the tablet, intending to turn off the video, but suddenly caught a glimpse of the male protagonist's face in the video.

She froze instantly, as if the blood in her body had reversed course.

She knew that face all too well.

This is her childhood sweetheart, her ex-boyfriend Ji Xingye, who had been chasing after her for over twenty years.

He is also the nephew of her current husband, Ji Linzhou.

Watching him and the woman passionately entwined in front of the camera in the video, Lin Qingmian suddenly found it funny.

Two years ago, Ji Xingye broke up with her abruptly, saying that he wanted to go abroad to pursue his film and television dream.

She begged him to stay, and almost died for him, but he didn't even turn around to look at her.

original……

What he's pursuing is this dream of making movies and TV shows.

In retrospect, she really had to thank Ji Linzhou for that phone call.

Otherwise, if she actually relieved her physical needs by watching this video and then found out it was Ji Xingye's, she would probably feel so nauseous that she wouldn't be able to eat for days.

She locked the tablet and tossed it aside, closed her eyes, leaned back on the sofa, and forced herself to rest and fall asleep.

"Click".

She didn't know how much time had passed, but in a half-dream, half-awake state, she heard the sound of a lock turning at the front door.

She groggily opened her eyes and looked towards the doorway.

The door was pushed open by a hand with distinct knuckles.

The man's long legs were striding into the living room.

The dark gray suit was without a single wrinkle, the obsidian cufflinks gleamed coldly, and the shirt collar was buttoned up to the top, exuding a clear sense of asceticism.

Lin Qingmian thought she was dreaming.

Ji Linzhou...

How could he possibly come back?

Because her mind was foggy, her voice was also slurred: "Aren't you... very busy...?"

The man ripped off her tie, and unbuttoned the top button of her shirt, vaguely revealing the lines of her collarbone.

He walked towards her, his voice deep and slow: "You said you had a need, how could I not come back?"

A sharp, aggressive scent gradually drew closer.

This is not a dream.

Lin Qingmian regained consciousness and scrambled to her feet from the sofa in a flustered manner: "You..."

Before she could finish speaking, the man had already walked up to her, lifted her chin, and lowered his head to kiss her.

Everything happened too fast.

By the time Lin Qingmian came to her senses, the man had already pried open her teeth and swallowed her breath.

This was the first kiss she had ever had in her life.

Panic, shock, unfamiliarity.

Ji Linzhou was not gentle either.

He held the back of her head and kissed her soft lips wantonly.

The feeling of being completely controlled by another person, even in the act of breathing, made Lin Qingmian inexplicably panic.

She instinctively pushed him away, but when he slid his thin lips from her jawline to her collarbone, she finally found her voice: "Ji... Ji Linzhou, I was just joking with you."

The man's fingers tightened around her waist, his voice hoarse, his eyes burning: "Then let's make this a joke."

Lin Qingmian's mind went blank for a moment.

His kisses rained down on me again.

When she felt a distinct, slight pain in her chest, she instinctively pressed her hand against his head: "Ji Linzhou..."

The woman's voice was slightly hoarse, and her breathing was rapid: "I was really just joking with you. I don't have any needs anymore, I..."

Ji Linzhou looked up at her.

From this angle, even though she was on top and he was on the bottom, she felt as if he was looking down at her: "Now I am mine."