Zhou Yuwen’s apartnt had a massive bathtub, left behind by the previous owner. It hadn't been used much, but it had beco a nice perk for Zhou Yuwen and Zheng Yanyan.
Originally, Zhou Yuwen didn’t plan to take a bath together, but Zheng Yanyan insisted that he hold her while they bathed.
With no other choice, the two of them headed to the shower first, where they clung tightly together, with Zheng Yanyan playfully blowing bubbles at Zhou Yuwen, teasing that she was going to scrub him spotlessly clean.
After that, they soaked together in the tub. Though larger than a standard single tub, it was still a bit cramped for two, so Zheng Yanyan sat on Zhou Yuwen’s lap.
As a new woman, Zheng Yanyan looked at Zhou Yuwen with utter reliance, always wanting to cling to him, giggling as they playfully ssed around.
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Zheng Yanyan then offered to wipe Zhou Yuwen dry.
Zhou Yuwen waved it off, saying it would dry on its own in a bit.
“I won’t use my hands to wipe you. I’ll wipe you like this instead.”
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It was clear that Zheng Yanyan was teasing Zhou Yuwen on purpose, laughing playfully.
Naturally, Zhou Yuwen wasn’t about to let her have her way. He pressed down firmly on her thigh.
“Ow!”
Zheng Yanyan was a bit miffed, turning away from Zhou Yuwen in a huff.
"That hurt! You jerk!" she complained.
Zhou Yuwen looked apologetic, “Alright, alright, my bad. I didn’t an to do that.”
“Yes, you did!” Zheng Yanyan pouted, her eyes watering.
“How about I blow-dry your hair for you?”
After the bath, Zheng Yanyan didn’t have any clothes at Zhou Yuwen’s place, and the only nightgown she had was a ss from last night. She could only wear one of Zhou Yuwen’s white shirts.
It’s strange how girls seem to love wearing their boyfriend’s white shirts, and they even admire themselves in the mirror afterward.
But she did look stunning. Zhou Yuwen’s shirt was a bit oversized on her, falling to her thighs, and she admired herself in the mirror.
She was still a bit annoyed at Zhou Yuwen for the earlier prank.
Luckily, Zhou Yuwen pampered her a lot, offering to blow-dry her hair, which helped ease her mood. She sat there comfortably as Zhou Yuwen dried her hair.
“Didn’t expect you to be this good at blow-drying,” she remarked.
Zhou Yuwen had a practiced hand—he’d spent two years as a house-husband for Su Qing in his previous life, honing all sorts of skills like cooking and blow-drying, so it ca naturally. Zheng Yanyan obediently sat there, enjoying herself.
As he was drying her hair, Zheng Yanyan clung to his waist and said sweetly, “Oh hubby, how do you know how to do everything? I feel like I can’t live without you. Can I just move in with you?”
“I don’t mind if you’re okay with what people might say,” Zhou Yuwen shrugged.
“Who cares what they say? We’re dating. What’s wrong with living together?” Zheng Yanyan replied carefreely, resting her elbow on the table and playfully stretching her long legs toward Zhou Yuwen.
Zhou Yuwen simply shrugged in response.
After finishing her hair, Zhou Yuwen tidied up a bit himself, and just then, the phone rang. It was the property manager saying the food delivery had arrived.
“I’ll get it!” Zheng Yanyan chid cheerfully, hopping off to grab the delivery.
The property manager, a neatly-dressed young woman, was montarily taken aback seeing Zheng Yanyan in Zhou Yuwen’s shirt, but she quickly resud her professional smile. “Hello, here’s the food Mr. Zhou ordered.”
“Hmm? Aren’t you the one who usually sits downstairs?” Zheng Yanyan asked. She only knew that the building had a property manager but wasn’t aware of this delivery service.
Trained professionally, the property manager smiled and explained, “Yes, because Lanting is a high-end residence, we don’t allow outsiders in. We typically handle deliveries on behalf of residents.”
“Oh wow, that’s fancy. Better than what I’m used to at Baijing,” Zheng Yanyan mused, her first ti experiencing this level of service.
The property manager gave her a polite smile, “Please feel free to contact
if you need anything. Also, if you’ll be staying here regularly, you might want to co by and register with us. We also handle packages for residents.”
“Oh, got it. Hey, let’s add each other on WeChat,” Zheng Yanyan said.
“Of course.”
So, they exchanged WeChat contacts, and the property manager saved her under “902-2.”
Zheng Yanyan felt quite pleased with the thoughtful service at this high-end residence. It made her feel that living in Jinling might not be so bad.
Back inside, Zhou Yuwen was already seated at the dining table, asking, “What took you so long for a simple food pickup?”
Stretching her long legs, Zheng Yanyan replied, “Just added the property manager on WeChat. Since I’ll be staying here regularly now,” she added nonchalantly, plopping down onto Zhou Yuwen’s lap and snuggling comfortably.
Fresh from her bath, she still had a lingering fragrance.
Zhou Yuwen kissed her on the neck, “Did I say you could move in here? And what about rent?”
She chuckled, “I’ll pay you with myself.” She tugged down the collar of her shirt, baring her smooth shoulder. Zhou Yuwen retorted, “Use it too often, and it’ll lose its worth.”
“Shut up!”
Zheng Yanyan unpacked the food while sitting on his lap; they had ordered seafood porridge and a few snacks. The seafood porridge was excellent, fitting for the price.
Zheng Yanyan ate happily, thoroughly enjoying the mont. For her, this felt like married life, no longer needing to distinguish between “mine” and “yours.” To her, a boyfriend’s job was to pamper her.
She ate the porridge with glee, scrolling through her phone and browsing forums.
She noticed a couple of ssages waiting for her, one from Shen Yu and one from Lu Lin.
Shen Yu’s ssage asked about her missing the morning class and if she planned to co in later.
Around noon, Shen Yu sent another ssage saying he had marked her as absent, asking if she wanted him to do the sa for her afternoon class.
Turning to Zhou Yuwen, Zheng Yanyan asked, “Hubby, I skipped morning class; should I go in the afternoon?”
“Do you want to go?”
“Not really, my legs still feel a bit weak,” she answered, half-jokingly, her shirt still slightly slipped off her shoulder.
Zhou Yuwen replied, “Then don’t go.”
“Just relax here. Oh right, there’s that performance tonight, isn’t there? Might as well skip that too.”
“No way, I’m the lead dancer!” she replied, giggling, and took a small bite of pumpkin cake.
Besides Shen Yu’s ssage, she had one from Lu Lin, asking if she’d enjoyed herself last night.
Naturally, Zheng Yanyan had plenty to say to Lu Lin. There were always private things to share between close friends.
“I thought I was going to die last night! ??”
Lu Lin, still in class, responded with a “?” to her ssage.
Zheng Yanyan continued, “Lu Lin, you totally tricked . You never told
it’d be so painful!”
“Painful? Mine didn’t hurt that much,” Lu Lin replied, surprised.
“It’s because Zhou Yuwen was so rough! He kept at it for nearly an hour. At one point, I was about to tear the bedsheets,” Zheng Yanyan sent back.
It was hard to put into words. Thinking back, though, it didn’t seem that bad.
She had plenty more to share, from Zhou Yuwen’s “prowess” last night to his gentleness this morning. But as Lu Lin read her friend’s words, hearing how long they’d been together, she couldn’t help but feel... jealous?
Looking at the ssages, Lu Lin felt a pang of emotion, her thoughts drifting. Zhou Yuwen had never treated her that way. For him, was she just a fleeting distraction?
Then why did it hurt to think that way?
In the middle of class, Lu Lin felt a sudden, inexplicable frustration as she stared at Zheng Yanyan’s ssage, her emotions tangled.
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