Wen Ci’s skin was delicate and marked easily.
If Zhou Wu sucked too hard, the redness would remain for several days. When Dou Yiqing had seen the marks before, she had even thought Wen Ci was engaging in S&M with someone.
In truth, Zhou Wu had always exercised restraint.
Even when holding her waist, he often controlled his strength.
This was the first time he had made Wen Ci feel pain.
It was not sharp. It came again and again, each time controlled within the limits of what she could endure, stimulating her nerves even more intensely.
Zhou Wu had casually piled the blankets in one corner.
Against the dark bedsheets, Wen Ci’s skin was almost dazzlingly pale, gradually covered in a clear, alluring flush of pink.
The sound of plastic packaging being torn apart sounded beside her once more.
Before Wen Ci could recover from the lingering sensations of the previous round, her ankle was lifted again.
Zhou Wu bent over her chest and asked, “What do you like about Xiang Wenwen?”
She no longer knew whether it was the third or fourth time.
Wen Ci felt numb from her scalp to her toes.
She breathed violently, her hair scattered across the sheets and forehead.
Only a bedside lamp remained on.
In the unlit glass chandelier overhead, she saw her reflection.
Her cheeks were even redder than they had been after running eight hundred metres in high school.
She could not think.
Fortunately, these questions were easy to bluff her way through. At a time like this, Zhou Wu could not distinguish whether she was overwhelmed or lying.
“He… He’s a good person… Ah!”
He bit her again.
It hurt, but not heavily.
Combined with everything else he was doing, the unfamiliar, powerful sensation consumed Wen Ci.
She could no longer even bite her lip to suppress her voice.
“What else?” Zhou Wu asked, his voice slightly hoarse.
“He’s helpful. He’s… handsome, and his voice is nice too…”
“Zhou Wu.”
Wen Ci’s voice trembled helplessly as she called his name several times.
“Zhou Wu, don’t… Don’t bite there.”
“You like it,” Zhou Wu said. “Keep talking.”
Wen Ci closed her eyes.
Involuntary tears gathered at the corners.
Perhaps because Zhou Wu had mentioned it earlier that day, Wen Ci suddenly remembered the only basketball match she had ever watched in high school.
The boy had worn a clean, neat basketball uniform.
Every time he jumped, the muscles in his arms and thighs tightened.
Amid the cheers, he slammed the ball heavily into the basket.
That afternoon, all the students watching had shouted his name.
Wen Ci’s voice had secretly blended among theirs, unnoticed by anyone.
Tonight, she had no idea how many times she had called that same name.
She could only pray that such an obviously expensive home had excellent soundproofing.
“He’s popular, very… very gentle, outstanding and strong.”
Wen Ci hugged him and confessed chaotically.
“He’s also very good… at basketball…”
Zhou Wu caught her cheeks and raised his eyes slightly until their gazes met.
There was a mixture of irritation and amusement in his eyes.
At that moment, Wen Ci’s lips and eyes were both damp.
Her entire body was flushed, her gaze unfocused.
She looked unbearably kissable.
“He can’t play basketball for shit.”
Zhou Wu’s voice was low and hoarse.
He raised an eyebrow and spoke bluntly.
“Have I f*cked you stupid?”
A thin layer of sweat covered Zhou Wu’s body.
His eyes held undisguised desire and aggression.
Wen Ci stared at him for a long time.
Unable to resist, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips.
Then she answered honestly.
“Mm.”
Zhou Wu:
“…”
F*ck.
Zhou Wu finally gave up questioning her and lowered his head to kiss her.
Because his mouth covered hers, Wen Ci could no longer make a sound.
She could only cling to him helplessly.
…
At midnight, Zhou Wu stood shirtless on the balcony smoking.
Several scratches from Wen Ci’s nails marked his back.
When the wind passed over them, they still felt faintly itchy.
The room behind him was dark, illuminated only by gentle moonlight.
Wen Ci lay on the bed, already deeply asleep from exhaustion.
The blanket rose and fell slightly with her breathing, while the exposed section of her neck was covered in marks.
He had been too rough.
Later, even the slightest touch while cleaning her had made her tremble.
Zhou Wu had even composed and sent the message asking Dou Yiqing to help cover for her at home.
Zhou Wu released a breath of smoke.
His body felt satisfied, but his mood was irritated.
The smoke slowly spread through the night before being scattered by the wind.
Yeye sat beside his feet and barked quietly.
“Woof.”
“If you wake her, you’re getting thrown out.”
Zhou Wu did not turn around.
Yeye whimpered.
The man and dog remained quietly on the balcony for a while.
Zhou Wu lit a second cigarette.
The person on the bed turned over with a slight movement.
Zhou Wu looked back.
After confirming she had not woken, he lowered his gaze towards the dog.
Like him, Yeye was also watching the person inside.
His tail swayed calmly.
“You like her, don’t you?” Zhou Wu asked lazily.
Yeye opened his mouth and responded with several whines.
Zhou Wu nodded as though he understood.
He dragged out his words.
“Mm. She’s pretty, obedient, clever and slightly foolish. Sometimes she’s timid, and sometimes she’s brave. She’s unbelievably adorable. Everything about her is good…”
He paused, then added coldly, “Except her taste.”
Yeye did not understand and stuck out his tongue.
Zhou Wu looked at him.
“You still like her even though her taste is terrible?”
Yeye tilted his head.
“?”
“Fine.”
Holding the cigarette, Zhou Wu muttered unhappily, “Like her, then. It isn’t impossible to save someone’s taste.”
After finishing the cigarette, Zhou Wu waited until the smell dissipated before returning to the room.
The mattress sank slightly beneath his weight.
Wen Ci’s eyes opened into narrow slits.
Still half asleep, she murmured, “Zhou Wu.”
Her voice was low and unclear.
She was obviously still unconscious and would probably have called out the name of whoever appeared before her.
Zhou Wu moved a strand of hair away from her eyelashes.
Looking down at her coldly, he took the opportunity to ask, “Who do you like?”
Wen Ci answered, “Zhou Wu.”
A single sentence spoken in her sleep was more effective than two cigarettes.
Zhou Wu gave a cold hum and finally felt somewhat better.
…
The following morning, the moment Wen Ci opened her eyes, she met Yeye’s clear, foolish gaze.
The bedroom door was open by a narrow gap.
The dog sat beside the bed, panting as he stared at her.
Wen Ci froze.
She instinctively wanted to raise a hand and stroke him.
The moment she moved her fingers, the soreness and numbness throughout her body forced her back into place.
She immediately remembered the previous night—
The relentless movements, one after another.
Zhou Wu’s fingers inside her mouth.
The trembling caused by his bites…
It had felt far too good.
Even remembering it made her lower abdomen ache slightly and her skin tingle.
The bedsheets had been changed afterwards.
Zhou Wu was clearly not skilled at making a bed and had arranged them somewhat messily.
Only the side where Wen Ci slept was smooth.
No one lay beside her.
Zhou Wu was probably awake already.
He might have gone for his morning run, or perhaps he was right outside the room.
Remembering several involuntary reactions she had been unable to control the previous night, Wen Ci rolled over and buried her face in the pillow, unable to face anyone.
Perhaps she could pretend to remain asleep a little longer—
“Woof! Woof! Woof!”
“Don’t, Yeye…”
Wen Ci hurriedly lifted her head, trying to stop Yeye as he barked and ran outside.
Then she met Zhou Wu’s gaze as he pushed open the door, apparently prepared to punish the dog.
Zhou Wu was shirtless, wearing only a pair of loose beige trousers.
It appeared that he had already showered.
Seeing the scene inside, he raised an eyebrow and leaned against the doorway.
“You’re awake.”
Wen Ci still hugged the pillow.
She stared at him blankly.
“Mm.”
“Does anywhere feel uncomfortable?”
Wen Ci shook her head.
“Do the places I bit yesterday hurt?”
“…”
Wen Ci shook her head again.
Zhou Wu stared at her.
After considering it, he still felt uneasy.
He had indeed lost control slightly the previous night.
Although he had restrained his strength, he did not know whether he had judged it properly.
So he walked forwards and lifted the blanket.
“Turn over. Let me look.”
“?”
Wen Ci hurriedly said, “There’s no need. Really.”
Zhou Wu half crouched beside the bed.
Together with Yeye, he silently stared at her.
After several minutes of wordless confrontation, Wen Ci slowly turned over slightly.
The clothes she wore belonged to Zhou Wu, so he lifted the hem with practised ease.
There were still marks, but they were not deep.
Zhou Wu relaxed slightly and lowered his head to kiss one.
Wen Ci trembled.
If he continued looking, something else would happen.
Zhou Wu lowered the hem again.
“I only recently moved in, so the refrigerator has ham and eggs. Should I fry some for you, or do you want to eat outside?”
“Ham and eggs are fine,” Wen Ci immediately answered.
Zhou Wu hummed.
“I’ll call you when they’re ready.”
He stood and left.
Wen Ci raised her eyes and saw his back.
It was covered in the red scratches she had left the previous night.
The door closed halfway.
Wen Ci slowly pulled the blanket upwards and covered her burning face.
…
Modern young people rarely enjoyed sitting at dining tables.
Wen Ci sat on the spacious living-room sofa with her legs bent, eating fried eggs while looking through her phone.
The moment she opened WeChat, she saw Duan Wei’s newest Moments post.
The photograph appeared to have been taken at an airport.
The caption read:
**Returning to Jiangcheng.**
In the photograph, Duan Wei wore a bucket hat and mask.
She was dressed in Zhou Wu’s black embroidered T-shirt.
Footsteps sounded beside her.
Wen Ci looked up.
Zhou Wu had just emerged from the bedroom, casually pulling on his clothes.
Sensing her intense gaze, he paused.
Then he followed her eyes and looked down at the shirt he had just put on.
“What?” he asked.
Wen Ci’s cheek was puffed out by a piece of ham.
Holding up her phone, she looked at Zhou Wu and then back at the screen.
“Nothing…”
After staring blankly, Wen Ci could not resist saying, “Your shirt is the same as Duan Wei’s.”
Zhou Wu answered casually, “Mm. It’s a mass-market design. Qin Yun has one too. He even bought it in two colours.”
Wen Ci blinked.
Bubbles of secret delight began rising within her heart.
Only after several seconds did she sluggishly answer, “Oh.”
After breakfast, Wen Ci voluntarily washed the dishes.
When she emerged from the kitchen, Yeye—who had waited for a long time—immediately pressed himself against her leg.
Every time she took a step, he followed.
“What’s wrong?”
Wen Ci crouched and asked him gently.
Yeye barked several times.
“He’s begging you to walk him.”
Zhou Wu stood nearby with a calm expression and kindly translated.
Wen Ci had never walked a dog before.
She asked excitedly, “Can I take him?”
The person and dog on the floor raised their heads at the same time, their eyes equally bright.
Zhou Wu looked down at them for a while and laughed.
“Mm.”
In the entrance hall, Wen Ci bent over slightly and carefully fastened Yeye’s lead.
Then she looked up.
“Is this correct?”
Zhou Wu stood against the doorway with his arms folded, looking like someone who intended to leave everything to her.
“Mm,” he said calmly. “Hold out your hand.”
Yeye immediately raised one paw.
Wen Ci took it.
She looked at him in the same way she looked at the students in her class.
“Yeye, you’re incredible!”
Zhou Wu:
“…”
Amused, Zhou Wu said, “Wen Ci, I was telling you to hold out your hand.”
Wen Ci froze, then obediently did so.
Zhou Wu took something from his pocket and lowered his eyes as he fastened it around her wrist.
It was a bracelet decorated with several butterflies of different sizes.
Even beneath ordinary daylight, the diamonds sparkled brilliantly.
During his visit to Singapore, Zhou Wu had attended an auction on behalf of his maternal grandfather and purchased a painting.
He had seen this bracelet by chance.
At first glance, he had thought it belonged on Wen Ci’s wrist.
“A souvenir.”
Before Wen Ci could refuse, Zhou Wu spoke first.
“It was cheap. Don’t dislike it.”
Wen Ci had initially felt hesitant.
Hearing that, she hurriedly shook her head.
“I don’t. I like it very much.”
Zhou Wu gave a quiet hum and casually invented an explanation.
“Wear it often. The seller said it has mystical properties.”
Wen Ci looked curious.
“What kind of mystical properties?”
Zhou Wu raised his eyes.
He gave her a meaningful look for several seconds before answering.
“It cures poor eyesight.”
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