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All the ideas flashing in Meng Shuyu's mind were paused, and his originally open mouth was tightly closed into a straight line.
For a moment she even wondered if her ears were frozen.
But the more she looked at Zhou Jun's calm expression, the more she felt that it was not her who was frozen, but Zhou Jun who was suffocating.
Seeing that Zhou Jun had no awareness of having just dropped a deep-water fish|mine, Meng Shuyu stared at him and slowly said: "...Are you polite?"
Zhou Jun looked down at her and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have interrupted Assistant Meng. Please continue."
How can I continue this!
She was thinking about cooking, but he was thinking about making...
like.
Meng Shuyu slowly let go of Zhou Jun's shoulders, returned to his original position, pulled up the seat belt and fastened it.
If I continue I'll get carsick.
Although Zhou Jun was joking, he still understood her unspoken idea and parked the car in front of the supermarket a quarter of an hour later.
Meng Shuyu followed him out of the car. She had originally planned to look through the brands of his specialty dishes. When they arrived at the meat and vegetable section of the supermarket, when Zhou Jun began to focus on selecting ingredients and asked her what she wanted to eat, she became absent-minded.
"Do you want to eat?"
Meng Shuyu's soul had long been away from the meat and vegetable area. Suddenly, he heard Zhou Jun's question and said casually, "I want to."
Zhou Jun held the cart handle with one hand and a box of spinach with the other, looking at her sideways: "Why do I remember that you don't like spinach?"
Meng Shuyu was stunned, and looked down: "Then why are you asking me if I want to eat?"
"I just want to see if you want to eat everything now." Zhou Jun put the box of spinach back on the shelf and pushed the cart forward.
Meng Shuyu wrinkled his nose at his back and followed him: "I just haven't decided what to eat yet, why are you in such a hurry?"
"It's okay, I know what you want to eat."
"… "
Meng Shuyu didn't know if the word "eat" had some other meaning here.
But seeing Zhou Jun skillfully selecting the ingredients and putting all her favorite meats and vegetables into the cart, as if he really knew what she wanted to eat, she also felt as if she was overthinking it.
It seems that Zhou Jun is no longer obsessed with the thing she is obsessed with.
Flirting and running away, scumbag...
After walking around the meat and vegetable section with Zhou Jun and picking out enough ingredients, Meng Shuyu lined up at the checkout counter. Meng Shuyu glanced at him and suddenly asked, "Hey, did we forget to buy something to drink? We agreed to celebrate, so how could we not order some sparkling wine?"
Zhou Jun nodded: "You go and choose, I'll queue here."
"Why should I go? I'm tired of walking. I'll queue up. You go." Meng Shuyu said unhappily.
"Then wait for me here," Zhou Jun handed the cart to her, "If I don't come back before my turn..."
"I'll move two seats back and wait for you!" Meng Shuyu nodded firmly.
Zhou Jun glanced at her and left the team.
Watching Zhou Jun walk away and seeing the team slowly moving forward, Meng Shuyu would occasionally look forward and tap the handle of the cart with his fingers.
"Little girl, are you in a hurry?" The old lady in front turned around and asked her, "How about letting you go first?"
Meng Shuyu smiled embarrassedly and was about to say no, but in the blink of an eye he saw Zhou Jun carrying two bottles of sparkling wine out of the beverage area.
"Thank you so much!"
"It's okay." The old lady stepped back.
Meng Shuyu stood in front of the cashier counter, grabbed a box from the shelf, and put it in front of the cashier without changing his expression: "Please scan this for me first, thank you."
After returning to the apartment, Meng Shuyu helped Zhou Jun wash and cut vegetables. With this division of labor, it didn't take long to prepare dinner.
At eight o'clock, the two sat at the table on time at their usual meal time.
Sweet and sour pork tenderloin, abalone with scallion oil, stir-fried green beans, three-fresh mushroom soup, two meat dishes, one vegetable dish and one soup are all Meng Shuyu's favorite dishes.
But Meng Shuyu was thinking about something and didn't eat until he was 100% full. He put down his chopsticks when he was about 70% full.
Zhou Jun didn't ask her why she didn't eat more. He finished the remaining food and took the empty bowls and plates to wash them.
Meng Shuyu followed him to the kitchen to clean up together. When they were done, he suggested while wiping the countertop: "How about we watch a movie later?"
"Go out?" Zhou Jun tilted his head and asked her.
"No?" Meng Shuyu frowned. "There will definitely be a lot of people outside on New Year's Eve. It's better to just watch it at home and choose an old movie."
"That makes sense." Zhou Jun nodded.
"Hmm... But the smell of cooking oil is a bit uncomfortable. How about I go take a shower first, and you choose the movie and wait for me?" Meng Shuyu rolled his eyes.
Just before coming to Zhou Jun's apartment, she went back to her own place first, saying that it would be too uncomfortable not to take a shower before midnight on New Year's Eve, so she went upstairs to get some clothes to change.
"It's my duty." Zhou Jun continued to nod.
Meng Shuyu washed his hands, picked up his clothes and went into the bathroom.
After taking a hot bath for 35 minutes and using shampoo twice and shower gel three times, Meng Shuyu finally came out of the shower. After changing into her nightgown, she began to blow-dry her hair in front of the mirror.
It took another quarter of an hour to blow dry her hair, and including the time she spent taking a shower, she had been in the bathroom for a full hour.
But Zhou Jun never came to urge her.
Meng Shuyu felt a little uneasy. He gripped the door handle and looked back at himself in the mirror.
After staying in the hot environment for too long, her lips became as bright as if she had put on makeup, and her cheeks looked as if she had put on blush.
After looking carefully from top to bottom, Meng Shuyu nodded to himself, slowly raised a thumbs up in front of the mirror, then turned around and quietly opened a crack in the door.
There was no ceiling light in the living room, only a circle of ceiling light strip was left on. Zhou Jun was sitting on the sofa in a dark blue silk pajamas, holding a remote control in his hand to select a movie on TV.
It looked like he had taken a shower while waiting for her.
Meng Shuyu opened the door and was about to walk out with his head held high, but unexpectedly Zhou Jun suddenly turned his head.
Feeling his gaze slowly sliding from her face to her exposed collarbone and then to her empty front, Meng Shuyu couldn't help but hold her chest.
Being stared at by Zhou Jun, Meng Shuyu paused every three steps. Finally, she reached him. She smoothed her hair and looked at the TV screen as if nothing had happened. "Have you chosen any good movies?"
Zhou Jun pointed the remote control at the TV, but his eyes were fixed on the lace nightgown that barely covered half of her body: "My girlfriend is already on break, how can I still have the energy to watch a movie?"
Meng Shuyu's breathing tightened when he saw Zhou Jun press the remote control to turn off the TV.
The surroundings suddenly darkened.
"Then..." Meng Shuyu stood in front of him, "Do you want to see me?"
Zhou Jun didn't say anything. He pulled her into his arms and pressed down the back of her head before she could sit still.
Meng Shuyu rarely saw Zhou Jun kissing so eagerly. While responding to him, she grabbed his collar crookedly to find balance.
Before I could find my balance, he threw me down on the sofa.
My back sank into the soft sofa, and I felt dizzy as if I were weightless.
Before Meng Shuyu could catch his breath, a shadow covered the sky and earth, and Zhou Jun kissed him again.
As if pleased by his out-of-control performance, Meng Shuyu felt a great sense of satisfaction in her heart and raised her arms to hook them around his neck.
Zhou Jun's kiss quickly left her lips and fell behind her ears, neck, and collarbone.
Meng Shuyu looked up at the ceiling and felt that every time he kissed a place, it aroused unstoppable tremors there.
Until a hand slid under her skirt and held her.
Meng Shuyu froze, and his trembling body suddenly stopped for a moment.
Zhou Jun paused, loosened his hand and looked up at her.
When their eyes met, Meng Shuyu felt like there was fire burning in his throat.
After a pause, she held Zhou Jun's neck more tightly.
Zhou Jun's kiss and hand fell again.
The temperature in the living room gradually rose as the heater flowed. When Meng Shuyu came to her senses from the sweat, her nightgown was already hanging around her waist.
During a brief pause, Zhou Jun half-straightened up, stared down at her, and slowly took off the excess cloth.
Meng Shuyu raised his arms to shield himself, looked at Zhou Jun's Adam's apple rolling up and down, and whispered: "That... is in my bag, I bought it at the supermarket..."
"Then do you know," Zhou Jun said hoarsely, "that you bought too small?"
Meng Shuyu blinked awkwardly.
Zhou Jun leaned over, picked her up from the sofa, and walked towards the bedroom.
Being carried to the bed with a dazed look on his face, Meng Shuyu stared blankly at Zhou Jun turning on the ceiling light, opening the drawer of the bedside table, taking out a box, and then starting to unbutton his pajamas.
"Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared. Thank you, my girlfriend, for reminding me last time."
Meng Shuyu turned his head away abruptly, not daring to look at him again.
After a rustling sound, a hand grasped her ankle and pushed her legs, which were lying flat together, up and apart.
With a deep shudder, Meng Shuyu froze up and suddenly called out, "Zhou Jun..."
After calling him, he didn't know what he was calling him for.
Zhou Jun lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently: "Yes."
Meng Shuyu seemed pleased again and hugged him tightly with a smile.
She watched as the chandelier above her head began to sway slowly, casting a shattered shadow across the room and pushing her into a whirlpool of ups and downs.
The author has something to say: Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared, especially for two people who are prepared.