Qu Jing sat on Zhou Yuwen’s lap, earnestly confessing her feelings. She said that ever since that day, she had felt dazed and distracted, with Zhou Yuwen occupying her every thought.
She vividly rembered that mont in the crowded billiard hall. If Zhou Yuwen hadn’t been there, Qu Jing felt she would have been bullied by countless people.
At that ti, she envied Lu Lin so much.
Lu Lin had been sitting in Zhou Yuwen’s lap then.
Qu Jing had thought, If only I could be the one sitting in Zhou Yuwen’s lap, how wonderful it would be.
Taking Zhou Yuwen’s hand, she pressed it against her chest and said, “Every ti I think of you, it hurts here.”
She directly placed his hand there.
Even though it was through her clothes, the warmth was unmistakable.
Feeling awkward, Zhou Yuwen pulled his hand back and said, “Senior, it’s not as serious as you think. Those people were just playing pool at the billiard hall. You know, Linlin is my girlfriend’s friend, and I just didn’t want any conflict to arise between you two.”
Hearing this, Qu Jing gave Zhou Yuwen a soulful look and said, “No matter what, I won’t tell anyone. Whatever you do, I’ll keep it to myself.”
Her deep gaze stirred sothing within Zhou Yuwen, making him feel uneasy. He wanted to say sothing, but Qu Jing suddenly threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
She couldn’t control herself. The thought of being held by Zhou Yuwen like this made her body weak.
She didn’t want to do anything else—just lie softly against him.
Qu Jing’s cheek brushed against Zhou Yuwen’s, smooth and soft.
“Oh, I... I’ve beco so strange.” Qu Jing whispered by Zhou Yuwen’s ear, her warm breath tickling him. Her moist lips brushed against his earlobe.
Zhou Yuwen tried to push her away, but she clung tightly to him. Seeing no way to break free, he let her hold him.
This left Zhou Yuwen unsure where to place his hands. His gaze drifted to Qu Jing’s legs, clad in sheer stockings. After a mont of hesitation, he rested his hand on her thigh, the fabric creating a soft rustling sound as he moved his fingers.
Qu Jing leaned into Zhou Yuwen’s embrace, her hair brushing against his face, carrying the faint scent of shampoo.
She resembled a little wildcat, greedily curled up in her “owner’s” arms, unwilling to leave. She murmured softly by his ear, her voice so low that Zhou Yuwen barely caught the word “happiness.”
He felt a slight wetness on his cheek.
“?”
It turned out Qu Jing was crying. Simply being able to lie in Zhou Yuwen’s arms made her feel happy enough to shed tears.
Zhou Yuwen couldn’t understand why Qu Jing harbored such deep feelings for him.
But then, he thought that if he handled this carefully, it might help him deal with Tao Tian’s situation.
Realizing this, Zhou Yuwen said, “Let’s change positions.”
With that, he lifted Qu Jing, adjusting her so she was sitting sideways on his lap.
This position was more comfortable for them both, and it allowed Zhou Yuwen to better hold her stocking-clad legs.
Qu Jing’s legs were long and slender, perfectly proportioned, with a slight softness that made her calves appear delicate. Her toes, encased in sheer stockings, were smooth and translucent.
Unable to resist, Zhou Yuwen gave them a gentle squeeze.
“?”
Qu Jing flinched away, and Zhou Yuwen asked, “What’s wrong? I can’t?”
“No... you can,” Qu Jing replied shyly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassnt.
She obediently lay against Zhou Yuwen like a kitten resting in its owner’s lap. Neither of them spoke for a while.
Though he only caressed her legs, Zhou Yuwen noticed Qu Jing’s body was slightly stiff. She seed tense, as if she longed for his touch but feared doing sothing that might end the mont.
Holding her slender waist, Zhou Yuwen finally asked, “Senior, do you like ?”
The car was lit by a dim, warm light. Qu Jing looked at Zhou Yuwen, seemingly caught off guard by the question.
In truth, she couldn’t say if it was love.
Her feelings were tinged with sha. Blushing, she admitted that since that day, she dreamt about Zhou Yuwen every night. In every dream, they were in the billiard hall’s office, just the two of them.
In those dreams, Zhou Yuwen would make her do all sorts of embarrassing things.
Zhou Yuwen was taken aback and said, “Am I that bad in your eyes?”
Qu Jing blushed and didn’t reply.
From a rational perspective, Zhou Yuwen knew this wasn’t right.
But seeing Qu Jing’s reddened face and her shy, hesitant look, he heard her weakly say, “B-but I like it...”
“?” Zhou Yuwen froze, staring at her in shock.
Qu Jing, however, t his gaze seriously and nodded firmly.
Zhou Yuwen felt awkward. “Senior, don’t be like this.”
Qu Jing grew anxious. She began telling him about her dreams over the past few days, describing the events in the imaginary office where Zhou Yuwen would “punish” her in various ways.
In her dreams, she would transform into a little cat, kneeling beside Zhou Yuwen, nuzzling his pant leg, seeking his favor, and even owing.
Qu Jing explained that just as she instinctively helped disinfect his wound earlier, it was as though her dream self had influenced her actions.
After hearing all this, Zhou Yuwen remarked, “This sounds like Stockholm syndro.”
He explained, “Senior, I didn’t save you that day. In fact, in so ways, I was more like an aggressor. But because I wasn’t as bad as you imagined, you started to idealize , creating a dependence. This is a kind of psychological issue.”
Qu Jing didn’t care about his explanation. She clung to him tightly, greedily curling up in his arms like a cat seeking warmth.
Influenced by her dreams, she had beco deeply attached to Zhou Yuwen.
To her, monts like this—lying in Zhou Yuwen’s arms—felt like a “reward.”
Normally, Zhou Yuwen wouldn’t allow this “little kitten” to linger in his embrace.
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