As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his voice and said, "You can't handle this matter yourself?"

The man held the cell phone in his hand, put it in his ear, and then walked towards her.

Seeing him making a phone call, Zhimian didn't make a sound and wanted to walk aside. The next moment, his wrist was grabbed and pulled into his arms.

The man hugged her with one hand and trapped her between the bed and himself.

He was still talking to the other end of the phone, focusing and serious, but his fingertips were rubbing Zhimian's soft waist.

He liked her slender waist very much.

Especially when bent into a certain arc, it is particularly envious.

His hands were very strong, and Zhimian could not escape, so he had to wait quietly for him to finish the phone call.

"Okay, let's do it first."

Duan Zhuo spoke, and Zhimian heard a vague teasing sound from the other end: "Why are you so anxious? Is there someone waiting in bed?"

Duan Zhuo laughed, "Why do you talk so much?"

He said something, finally hung up the phone and threw his phone onto the bed.

The room was quiet again.

Zhimian lowered his head, not wanting to speak for a moment, and then his chin was raised and she met his face.

Half of Duan Zhuo's face was lit up by the light above his head, his eyebrows were cold, and there was a very shallow scar on the face under his right ear. It was a wound that was accidentally left during a field training.

"Why can't I say it all the time?"

Duan Zhuo opened his mouth.

He raised his eyebrows, "Didn't he say he missed me last night?"

Zhimian was stubborn and his tone was depressed, "I thought about it last night, but I don't think about it today."

Duan Zhuo smiled lazyly, "Oh, it's getting so fast?"

Knowing that sleep is not responding.

He felt that she was in a bad mood and did not understand why she, who had always been obedient and sensible, got angry today.

He raised his hand and scratched her chin with his fingertips, "The club has something tonight, so there is no way to go find you. Don't be unhappy, huh?"

Duan Zhuo's words seemed to be comforting, but they were also telling her in disguise-

In his heart, career is the first priority.

She must give in to it.

"I know."

She responded lightly and took a step back to the side, trying to avoid his hand, but her chin was pulled back.

He leaned his face, and his deep breath fell to his ears, biting it lightly, and tracing the ears bit by bit.

His kiss shifted, and finally caught her lips and pried open her teeth. The clear mint fragrance spread out, but it was full of lust.

It is getting deeper and deeper.

It's like rushing into the heat wave, I know that I'm dry and my mouth is dry, and I open my almond eyes that are stained with mist.

"I haven't taken a shower yet..."

She tried to stop her, but the next moment Duan Zhuo bent down and picked her up: "Okay, go now."

Zhimian: "..."

A mist rose inside again.

In the orange light, the bubbles were filled with colorful light, forming and disappearing in an instant, like a dream.

The two people reflected in the mirror in front of the washstand.

Softness and toughness are the strongest contrast.

The knees were pinched hard.

Her body was lifted up and attached to the slightly hot ceramic tiles.

The sound of water drizzles.

After a while, she leaned on his shoulder, like a dehydrated fish, feeling his heart beating strongly. He pinched her slender waist, and his breath was unstable:

"I want to ask you completely."

There is still one last step between them.

He always restrained it because of the Duan family's family rules - they cannot have sex before getting married.

But even if he doesn't reach the last step, he will play many tricks.

Made her to death.

...

It was nearly an hour later when I lay back on the bed.

She turned around and met Duan Zhuo's eyes that were close at hand, and a sense of belonging suddenly surged into her heart.

No matter what, he was still by her side.

The corners of her lips raised slightly, and just as she was about to speak, the man's cell phone at the bedside table rang.

Duan Zhuo answered: "What's wrong."

On the other end: "Boss, didn't you bother you? It's the list of events that Brother Zhang asked us to give us yesterday..."

A few seconds later, Zhimian felt the hand pulling away from his waist. The man lifted the quilt and said to her, "You go to bed first."

Before she could answer, he walked straight out of the bedroom.

The room was quiet.

The position beside me became cold before it heated up, and the part in my heart that had just been warmed up.

Zhimian moved his lips, swallowed the words he wanted to say into his stomach, turned over, and looked at the dark sky outside the window.

Usually, the school does not allow students to go back to bed from Monday to Thursday night, but she often runs for Duan Zhuo.

Basically, based on Duan Zhuo's temperament, except for weekends, she is sometimes taken home by men for one night.

He was picked up like this at this moment, and it seemed that he was really a shameful lover.

She felt like a toy.

When I was bored, I accompanied him to relieve my boredom. He was busy and was thrown aside again.

Even after coming back for so long, he never asked how she had been doing during the two weeks he was on a business trip.

Thinking of this, Zhimian curled up his cold hands and feet and closed his eyes disappointedly.

Don't wait for him to come back to fall asleep-

The next day.

The sunlight shone into the room, and Zhimian's alarm clock rang on time at 7 o'clock.

The sound of water sounded in the bathroom.

Duan Zhuo should have come back from running in the morning.

She turned over and stayed in bed, and in a daze, a male voice rang in the room:

"Zhimian, if you don't want to go to school, just keep sleeping."

“…”

Zhimian lifted the quilt on his face and saw him wearing a military-green windshield coat leaning against the bay window, with long eyelashes raising the sunlight, and glanced at her with a scattered face.

Two seconds later, she covered her quilt again:

“Oh, I don’t want to go.

Zhimian closed his eyes and felt a corner collapse on the edge of the bed, and his body fell on him, and the man's voice fell into his ears with a ruffian voice:

"It's okay if you can't get up, let's do something else."

Zhimian heard the sound and was so scared that he was shocked and immediately sat up.

The man looked at her and chuckled.

Zhimian: "..."

I threatened him with such a thing early in the morning, shameless!

"Ten minutes to go downstairs, I'll take you to school."

"ah?"

"Aren't you afraid of being late? I'll never be late if I send you there." Duan Zhuo said word by word.

Before she could answer, he walked out of the bedroom, leaving behind a confused sleep.
To be continued...