When Zhou Yuwen arrived ho, Zheng Yanyan had already showered and was sitting at the vanity, blow-drying her hair. Hearing the sound of the door opening, she dashed out barefoot, her jade-like feet tapping against the wooden floor.
Zhou Yuwen was just putting away his keys when he looked up to see her in a short white camisole nightgown. The gown was particularly eye-catching, her long, flawless legs fully exposed. Her expression was pitiful, as if she hadn’t seen him in ages. Zhou Yuwen chuckled, “What’s this about? Acting like a little kid?”
Zheng Yanyan opened her mouth, as though wanting to say sothing, but no words ca out. Instead, she ran straight into Zhou Yuwen’s arms, clinging to him tightly.
Zhou Yuwen wrapped his arms around her, gently patting her head before lifting her chin to inspect her face. Su Qing had ntioned she’d been slapped, but upon closer inspection, it seed Tao Tian hadn’t used her full strength—the swelling was barely visible.
While Zhou Yuwen was tilting her chin to examine her face, Yanyan obediently stayed still, her misty eyes locked on his. Before Zhou Yuwen could say anything, she leaned in, offering him a kiss.
Caught off guard, Zhou Yuwen pulled back slightly and teased, “What’s gotten into you? Rushing in for a kiss without saying a word?”
Zheng Yanyan ignored his words and moved closer, determined to kiss him. Seeing her persistence, Zhou Yuwen relented, leaning in to et her lips. They kissed passionately by the door, Yanyan’s long legs standing straight as she slightly tiptoed.
Tonight, Yanyan seed unusually affectionate. Zhou Yuwen wasn’t particularly in the mood; they had been intimate just the night before. However, her tenderness was hard to resist. It was clear she hadn’t had a good ti at Tao Tian’s and now sought to secure Zhou Yuwen’s attention with her devoted affection.
The kiss continued, transitioning from the doorway to the bedroom. Zhou Yuwen leaned against the headboard while Yanyan knelt before him. Her lips moved from his to his neck, her delicate hands tracing his arms. Zhou Yuwen held her waist, occasionally brushing aside her hair.
Zheng Yanyan was unusually silent tonight, focusing entirely on pleasing Zhou Yuwen. Her quiet deanor and pitiful expression stirred sothing in him, even though he hadn’t initially been interested.
She knelt in her white camisole, the garnt barely covering her. It was obvious she’d been watching videos and had learned a few tricks, though she stopped short of going further, sitting back on her heels instead.
“Where did you learn all these tricks?” Zhou Yuwen asked, half amused and half curious.
“I got bored waiting for you to co ho, so I watched a few videos,” Yanyan replied shyly. “Isn’t this what n like?”
As she spoke, she slipped the straps of her camisole off her shoulders, letting the garnt fall away. Having just showered, she wore nothing underneath, baring herself completely to Zhou Yuwen.
Zhou Yuwen, however, remained calm and said casually, “It’s alright. But don’t waste your ti on aningless videos.”
Despite his nonchalant words, Yanyan seed determined to prove herself. She tied her hair back and prepared to continue. Last night, Zhou Yuwen had jokingly suggested sothing playful, and it seed Yanyan had taken it to heart, trying to please him in her own way.
Though her enthusiasm pleased Zhou Yuwen, he felt uneasy about her seriousness. “Did sothing happen today? You’re acting a little strange,” he asked.
“It’s nothing,” Yanyan replied softly. “I just feel like you always take care of , and I’ve been too spoiled.”
Zhou Yuwen laughed lightly. “I’m your boyfriend. Taking care of you is my job.”
Yanyan’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m afraid you’ll get tired of
soday,” she said, her voice trembling.
“How could I? You’re so adorable. I’ll never get tired of you,” Zhou Yuwen reassured her, pulling her into his arms. He covered them both with a blanket as she buried her face in his chest.
“Really?” she whispered.
“Really. Just let
hold you. That’s enough to make
happy,” Zhou Yuwen said, his tone tender.
Yanyan hugged him tightly, but her voice broke as she confessed, “But I’m so scared you’ll stop wanting .” Tears stread down her cheeks as she let all her fears out.
Zhou Yuwen gently wiped her tears away, kissing her cheeks and whispering softly, “Don’t cry, sweetheart. You’re my wife. I’ll always want you.”
Still, Yanyan couldn’t stop sobbing, voicing her insecurities. “Tao Tian is so much better than . Her figure, her confidence… She can even help you with your business. What about ? I’m useless.”
Zhou Yuwen held her close and comforted her. “Who says she’s better? I love your figure. It’s perfect for . And I don’t need you to run my business—I just want you to be happy.”
His words finally cald her. She sniffled and asked, “Really?”
“Of course,” Zhou Yuwen replied with a smile.
“Then search your na and see,” he teased.
“Fine, I will!” Yanyan said as she lay in his arms, her manicured fingers typing away to search her own na.
Monts later, the forum loaded, and a post caught her eye: “Zheng Yanyan abandoned her first love and got together with Zhou Yuwen.”
Below it, another post questioned: “Who was Zheng Yanyan’s first love?” The answer read: “Reportedly, it was Chang Hao, Zhou Yuwen’s forr roommate.”
“????” Yanyan was furious. She exclaid, “How can these people lie with their eyes open?!”
Zhou Yuwen chuckled and said, “See? That’s why you shouldn’t believe everything you read on forums.”
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