Qu Jing's feelings for Zhou Yuwen had always bordered on a morbid obsession, compounded by the unprecedented tenderness he had shown her that night.
So, for a brief mont, Qu Jing couldn't hold back.
And allowed Zhou Yuwen to witness a rather beautiful sight.
"Ah!" At the ti, Qu Jing covered her face in deep sha, on the verge of frantic tears. She hurriedly grabbed Zhou Yuwen's hand. "I-I'm sorry. I'm really so useless. I even got the c-couch dirty..."
Uncaring of the ss, Qu Jing used her own clothes to wipe his hand.
But how could that possibly wipe it clean?
Qu Jing was simply too anxious, terrified that Zhou Yuwen would be angry.
She even considered lowering her head to clean his hand using her own special thod.
The problem was, even that wouldn't actually get it clean.
Zhou Yuwen waved it off and assured her it was fine.
"I'll just go wash my hands," he said.
"But the couch..." Qu Jing sat on the cushions with her legs folded back, looking utterly pitiful.
"The couch is fine too," Zhou Yuwen replied.
He initially wanted to pat her head, but suddenly realizing his hand wasn't clean, he swapped to the other. Stroking her hair, he chuckled, "We'll just get a new one."
Teardrops still hung from the corners of Qu Jing's eyes, and she looked genuinely remorseful. "I'll pay for the couch..."
"I'm just so... clumsy."
Zhou Yuwen told her that was nonsense. He sat down next to her, wrapped an arm around her slender waist, and kissed her cheek. Smiling, he said, "Have you ever seen an owner bla his little kitten for peeing on his couch? It's fine, Senior Sister Qu Jing. You are wonderful. This is your mark on , proving that I belong only to you from now on."
Zhou Yuwen gave his soiled hand a light shake.
"A mark..."
This was exactly why Zhou Yuwen was considered so gentle. By speaking to her in a way she deeply craved, he left Qu Jing feeling moved beyond words.
Of course, he still definitely needed to wash his hands.
It was actually quite an awkward situation, but what else could be done?
She simply hadn't been able to control herself.
Truthfully, because of that experience, Zhou Yuwen actually found himself missing Qu Jing from ti to ti.
Take today, for instance. Zhou Yuwen held her in his arms as they watched adult videos with great interest. Occasionally, he would comnt on the clips, remarking on how incredible the actress was.
Qu Jing, however, was in no mood to pay attention to the screen. Nestled in his embrace, her heart was pounding erratically.
She did quite like the scenarios in those videos, but she didn't dare show it in front of him.
Noticing her distraction, Zhou Yuwen reached out to stroke her thigh and asked with a smile, "Why aren't you watching?"
"Weren't you watching this while you were ho alone just now? Tell , were you secretly doing bad things?"
As he spoke, his hand slid further up her pale, smooth leg.
"Mm..."
Zhou Yuwen looked curious. "What's wrong? Do you not like it?"
"No." Qu Jing quickly shook her head, her face flushing crimson as she murmured, "I'm... I'm just too happy."
"Happy?"
Perhaps genuinely overwheld by emotion, she was on the verge of tears as she spoke. She confessed that she never expected him to rember her, let alone actively seek her out.
She explained that she thought he had only used her to deal with Tao Tian, and since Tao Tian had already resigned, she assud she had outlived her usefulness.
"I-I didn't think you would ever co looking for
again." She wept like a little fountain of tears, looking incredibly delicate and pathetic as she cried.
Zhou Yuwen asked her just what kind of person she took him for. "Senior Sister Qu Jing, I can see how you feel about . I don't think I should hide it from you—when I went to Suzhou, I really did think about you."
"You thought of ?" Qu Jing could hardly believe it. Her expression was caught sowhere between laughing and crying. She couldn't fathom why he would think of her when she wasn't even as beautiful as Tao Tian.
She didn't even think she was as pretty as Zheng Yanyan.
Why would Zhou Yuwen think of her?
Zhou Yuwen reached out and gently tilted her chin up. "Yeah, I don't know what ca over , but I found myself missing you. Senior Sister Qu Jing, you have this special sort of magic about you. Before I even realized it, you might have already walked right into my heart."
"... you did?"
This mont was simply too euphoric for her.
She couldn't even believe it was real.
Pinching her own arm ruthlessly, she instantly left a red mark on her skin, clearly not holding back her strength.
Zhou Yuwen asked what she was doing.
Pouting her lips, Qu Jing replied, "I'm checking to see if I'm dreaming."
Zhou Yuwen let out a light laugh. "My sweet senior sister, how could this be a dream? Can a dream ever feel this real?"
With teary eyes, Qu Jing looked up at him, only to see him smiling and nodding in reassurance.
He then lowered his head, intent on claiming her lips once more.
Qu Jing naturally closed her eyes to receive him. To her, every single ti he took the initiative felt like an imperial favor being bestowed upon her.
They shared a deep kiss for a while.
Arousal began to wash over her.
How should one describe it?
Just from a simple kiss, she seed ready to whimper and moan for ages.
But her breathy whimpers were undeniably appetizing, and Zhou Yuwen was finding it hard to hold back. He had wanted to sleep with her last ti, but things had fizzled out because of that little incident.
This ti, discarding all hesitation, he scooped her up into his arms.
Her fishtail skirt had already been bunched up around her waist earlier. As he lifted her, her long, fair, and pleasantly thick legs dangled freely.
Their eyes locked together in the heavy silence.
Zhou Yuwen carried her over and gently laid her down on the bed.
To be honest, the place Qu Jing lived in was incredibly sparse; it felt like it had almost nothing in it.
Even the bed didn't seem all that sturdy.
But none of that mattered right now.
After he placed her down, she was likely too shy to et his gaze anymore, coquettishly turning her head away.
Before another word could be spoken, Zhou Yuwen kissed her again.
He blew hot breath into her ear. "It's a promise then, baby. Don't regret it."
"Mmm... Zhou... Zhou Yuwen, you... you actually called
baby..." By the ti she finished the sentence, her voice had lted into a saccharine, syrupy coo.
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