Chapter 3

 Zhou Si really knew what he was doing.

His lips pecked lightly at mine, so faint that they were barely there. He didn’t rush, didn’t push forward, just teased little by little, making my thoughts scatter all over the place.

It was only at that moment I realized that one could separate love and hunger of the skin. I could easily do the most intimate acts with the people I never loved. Moreover because I was never close to him before, his every touch at that moment was a taboo, making it more sultry...even more exciting. I had to hold the edge of the table firmly else I would fall off. When people used to say women were made of water, I used to scoff at them. But now I know how true they were. I feel like a dripping water now, wet... and that could evaporate any time.

Of course, it was also my fault for not having much experience. When I was with Chen Zhicheng, I didn’t really enjoy kissing him. Because kissing never gave me that wonderful feeling described in novels. Every time, I just went through the motions, and sometimes I even felt a bit repulsed.

But tonight, entangled with Zhou Si, I felt a kind of pleasure I had never experienced before. His mouth carried a faint minty scent, and as his tongue slipped in, I could even taste a hint of sweetness. But that wasn’t even the main point—the real point was that I was completely immersed in it, and I wanted more.

So kissing could actually feel this good?

Then how come I never once felt that way in the three years I was with Chen Zhicheng?

Just as I was thinking that, Zhou Si suddenly gave my lower lip a light bite. It didn’t exactly hurt, but I still let out a soft whimper: “Mm…”

The moment I heard my own voice, I just about died inside.

Too embarrassing!

How could I make that kind of sound?

Zhou Si paused his kisses, but his lips were still resting on mine.

Because of our position, he was slightly lowering his head, almost touching his forehead to mine. In a tone that didn’t allow room for argument, he said, “Focus. Don’t get distracted.”

Wow, he really thought he was something, huh?

But… who told him to be so good at kissing? So, I let it slide.

To be honest, I was starting to really look forward to what came next. But right at that moment, my stomach let out a loud growl. I hadn’t eaten anything all day, and now my stomach was finally protesting.

Zhou Si gave me a quick peck on the lips like he was wrapping things up and said, “Let’s eat first.”

After saying that, he lifted me off the dining table and sat me on his lap to feed me. The two of us shared dinner together.

For a moment, as he gently fed me bite after bite, I really felt like I was his beloved girlfriend. Just a day ago, I wouldn’t have believed in a million years that I’d be sitting on Zhou Si’s lap like this. And what amazed me even more was how naturally he pulled it off, like I truly was his girlfriend.

Chewing the perfectly cooked steak in my mouth, I couldn’t help but ask, “Do you feed women like this often?”

Hearing that, Zhou Si looked down at me with a hint of impatience in his voice and said, “Xio Lizhi, that question really kills the mood.”

I teased, “Wow, Brother Zhou, you’re actually pretty trendy, huh? You even know internet slang like ‘kills the mood’?”

Zhou Si didn’t even bother arguing with me. “Do you think I’m that old?”

I shrugged. “If you don’t like what I’m saying, can I leave?”

Not only did Zhou Si not let me go, he even pinched my waist on purpose. Just as I opened my mouth to yelp, he shoved a bite of steak in and said, “Eat more. You’re skinny like a monkey.”

Personally, I think my figure is pretty great—slim where it should be and not skinny where it shouldn’t be. Clothes look good on me, and I look even better out of them. But I couldn’t be bothered to argue with Zhou Si. It would just make me seem petty.

After dinner, we didn’t rush to pick up where we left off, because I had discovered an orange tabby cat.

God knows how much I love cats. The moment I saw that orange tabby, my whole heart melted.

I didn’t even know when it had appeared, just curled up on the sofa, all round and chubby, acting like it owned the place. After getting Zhou Si’s permission, I didn’t hesitate one bit, I went over and started petting it like crazy.

“My little sweetheart, how are you so cute!”

Zhou Si chuckled and gave me a look. “Her name is Zhi Zhi.”

“Zhizhi? Which zhi is that?” I asked, a bit dazed.

Maybe worried I’d misunderstand, Zhou Si explained, “Don’t worry, it’s not the ‘zhi’ from ‘litchi’ (荔枝), it’s the ‘zhi’ with a mouth on top and two dots underneath (只).”

I honestly hadn’t thought that deeply about it, but I still patted my chest dramatically and joked, “Whew, you scared me. I thought you were secretly in love with me or something!”

Zhou Si probably wanted to roll his eyes, but he had enough manners to hold back.

He crouched down beside me and reached out with those long, slender fingers of his, gently tickling Zhizhi in one of her sensitive spots. Zhizhi immediately leaned into his palm, rubbing her face against him. His hands were honestly beautiful—pale, soft, long-fingered. He could easily be a hand model if he wanted.

Zhou Si told me he found this cat while out for a morning run. At the time, the mama cat was there too, lying dead by the roadside. The two kittens didn’t seem to understand their mom was gone—they just shivered and stayed by her side. He thought it was pitiful, so he took both of them home, even though they weren’t even a month old yet. Sadly, one of them died three days later. The other one, the one in my arms now, Zhizhi, he’s been raising her for two whole years.

When Zhou Si lowered his head to play with the cat, his expression was so soft. The contrast was almost jarring—like he wasn’t petting a cat but cradling a baby.

Once again, I felt like this Zhou Si in front of me was a stranger. We’d never interacted like this before.

To be honest, I’ve always been the type to melt under softness, not force. Back when everyone in school was obsessed with overbearing CEO romances, I was the one crushing on the gentle second male lead.

And right now, I realized I actually kind of liked Zhou Si.

Wait.......what the hell was I liking him for?!

We’d already wasted so much time and still hadn’t gotten to the main point. I poked Zhou Si’s arm with the same hand I’d just used to pet the cat, adding a bit of sass as I asked, “Hey, can you actually do it or not?”

Zhou Si’s not dumb. Of course he understood what I meant. Without warning, he grabbed my hand and guided it toward the source of his body heat.

I was stunned. Instinctively, I pulled my hand back and stared at him like I couldn’t believe what just happened.

Oh! My!! God!!!

Thi..This... was something else.

I mean, I always thought that 18 centimeters was just a myth. The only guy I’d ever been with, Chen Zhicheng... let’s just say, when I was with him, I never really felt excited about that kind of stuff. I didn’t enjoy it much, and he told me that was just how Asian guys were, and all the women in the videos were just faking it.

Honestly, I never really cared that much about sex. I always thought emotional connection was way more important in a relationship.

Clearly, I was way too naïve...and completely wrong.

Zhou Si stood up, turned to me, and with a voice low and deep, asked, “Wanna stroke it?”

I didn’t pretend. I answered straight-up, “Yeah.”

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