"Haa..."
Sitting on the toilet, holding Zhou Yuwen's faintly pink shirt, Qu Jing couldn’t help but let her imagination run wild. The shirt hadn’t been washed and still carried Zhou Yuwen’s scent—a scent she found all too familiar.
Yes, it was unmistakably Zhou Yuwen’s scent.
On the toilet seat, Qu Jing’s long, slender legs wrapped in over-the-knee socks were positioned slightly inward. She took deep breaths, inhaling the shirt’s fragrance with a look of intoxication on her face.
What to do...
She wanted more...
But... what if Zhou Yuwen ca in?
If he ca in and saw her like this...
Her mind painted vivid scenes. She imagined Zhou Yuwen barging in and demanding coldly, "Who allowed you to do this?!"
“I-I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help it,” she would reply, trembling as she knelt before him, her legs folded under her.
The thought alone made her body feel weak. She swallowed dryly, the sound audible in the stillness of the bathroom, where the only noise was the rhythmic drip of an unclosed faucet.
Her hand rested hesitantly on her exposed thigh. She knew it was wrong, but she might never get another chance to be in Zhou Yuwen’s house—a place where he lived, showered, and moved about freely.
Finally, she bit her lip and made a decision: she would risk it. Even if Zhou Yuwen caught her, she’d confess everything. Yes, she’d crawl to him like a little stray cat, rubbing against his legs and pleading for his affection.
Lost in her thoughts, Qu Jing began biting the edge of Zhou Yuwen’s shirt.
anwhile, Zhou Yuwen had no idea what was happening in the bathroom. After returning ho, he had spent about 40 minutes in the study revising his manuscript. His novel, though not yet a cultural phenonon, was showing signs of gaining popularity. At just over a million words, it was already earning him tens of thousands of yuan in monthly royalties.
When he erged from the study, he noticed Qu Jing still hadn’t finished showering. Curious, he knocked lightly on the glass door of the bathroom.
A loud clattering sound ca from inside, followed by Qu Jing’s flustered voice. “Ah, almost done! I’ll be out soon!”
Zhou Yuwen sighed. “No rush, take your ti.”
Though he understood that won often took longer to shower, this was the first ti he had encountered soone this slow. Left with no choice, he went to his own bedroom to use the secondary bathroom.
Living alone in his four-bedroom, two-bathroom apartnt, the secondary bathroom was rarely used, but it served its purpose. Zhou Yuwen quickly showered, changed into fresh pajamas, and returned to the living room.
Still, Qu Jing wasn’t out.
“Is there even any hot water left?” Zhou Yuwen asked aloud.
“I... I wanted to soak in the tub,” Qu Jing stamred from inside.
“Oh.” Zhou Yuwen nodded in understanding. The large bathtub in his ho was a luxury item installed by the previous owner and had been praised by visitors like Shen Yu and Su Qing.
Resigned to waiting, Zhou Yuwen sat on the living room sofa and turned on the TV. Late-night programming wasn’t particularly engaging, so he settled on watching Love & Other Drugs, a film starring Anne Hathaway.
Perhaps due to his early start that day and the long series of events involving Tao Tian, Zhou Yuwen soon drifted off to sleep on the sofa.
Inside the bathroom, Qu Jing finally finished her extended soak—90 minutes in total.
Initially, she had spent only about 20 minutes enjoying the soothing water, but she beca enamored with the luxurious bathtub. She had never experienced such a spacious tub and took the opportunity to thoroughly pamper herself, using the high-end bath products that Zhou Yuwen had bought for Yanyan.
Seeing her reflection in the mirror, glowing and radiant after the bath, Qu Jing felt ready for anything.
Zhou Yuwen had prepared a set of Yanyan’s pajamas for her, but Qu Jing didn’t want to wear anything associated with another woman. Spotting Zhou Yuwen’s faintly pink shirt on the side, she decided to put it on instead.
The shirt was oversized on her, with two buttons left undone, revealing her slender neck and hinting at her collarbone. Beneath it, her long legs extended gracefully, making for an alluring yet innocent look.
Qu Jing erged from the bathroom quietly, hoping to find Zhou Yuwen awake. However, the main lights in the living room were off, and she saw him sleeping soundly on the sofa.
Disappointed but then inspired, Qu Jing tiptoed closer. Her heart raced as she decided to take advantage of this rare mont.
Crawling onto the soft carpet, she positioned herself next to Zhou Yuwen and watched him intently.
He’s so handso...
Seeing his even breathing and peaceful expression, she hesitated to wake him. Instead, she fetched a blanket and draped it over him. Then, emboldened by the intimate setting, she slipped under the blanket as well, resting beside him.
Zhou Yuwen stirred slightly but didn’t wake. Half-asleep, he instinctively pulled Qu Jing closer, adjusting the blanket to cover her.
Qu Jing froze, her heart pounding wildly. When she realized he wasn’t upset, a sense of happiness overtook her.
Is he letting
stay? Does this an he trusts ?
Cuddling closer, she thought, I’d happily be his pillow every night.
As the night wore on, Zhou Yuwen shifted positions, eventually pulling Qu Jing into the inner side of the sofa to make more room. Still half-asleep, he wrapped an arm around her and rested a leg over hers, finding comfort in her presence.
Qu Jing lay still, feeling the warmth of his embrace, her thoughts a whirlwind of delight and anticipation.
Zhou Yuwen, however, was too tired to think deeply about the situation. To him, Qu Jing was just a human pillow that night—a montary reward for her loyalty.
Morning ca, and Zhou Yuwen stirred awake, his dreams still fresh in his mind. He had dreamt of a tiny kitten curling up in his lap, innocently licking his fingers.
But when he opened his eyes, reality hit him. Qu Jing lay in his arms, her eyes closed, and...
He realized sothing else:
As an 18-year-old man waking up in the morning, certain physiological responses were inevitable.
Unfortunately for Qu Jing, she was directly in the line of fire.
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