Chapter 198: Pei Dongshi Left a Room for Her

Lu Zhenzhen had just about had enough.

Even her usually tender voice changed.

When she used to get jealous and angry in the past, she’d go on a shopping spree with his credit card, a form of violent consumption.

This time, she hadn’t touched his card and hadn’t made a fuss, which left him feeling especially anxious.

Fortunately, it had only been two days.

She probably wouldn’t have done anything too terrible.

Seeing the situation de-escalating, Gao Zhe decided to seize the moment, “From now on, you’re not allowed to turn off your phone.”

“Okay, I’ll listen to you.”

Lu Zhenzhen immediately broke into a smile, “Then, can you warm me up now?”

“I’ll go find you a hairdryer.”

As he moved, Lu Zhenzhen clung to his waist, not letting him go, “Why bother with all that trouble?

We’re going to wash up again later anyway, can’t you just use your body to warm me?”

Gao Zhe chuckled softly, cupped her face in his hands, bent over, and leaned down.

Before he could kiss her, Lu Zhenzhen took the initiative to tiptoe towards him.

His lips curled slightly, but instead of her lips, he chose to kiss the corner of her mouth.

Lu Zhenzhen felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over her; she opened her eyes in an instant, clearly disappointed.

“What, you missed me after just two days?”

“Don’t you miss me?”

Lu Zhenzhen grabbed the collar of his shirt in a feline manner, her face a mixture of fierce and stern, “Who did you roll around with, you little cheat?”

“Nobody, I can control myself.”

He lifted her up to bring her to his eye level and kissed her as they moved backward toward the bedroom.

Their voices intermingled between their lips, “I’ve been saving it all for you.

I wouldn’t dare fool around with another woman.”

Lu Zhenzhen, dizzied by his kisses, grasped the opportunity while catching her breath to say anxiously, “Don’t tire me out too much, I’m going out with Jiaobaoer tonight.”

Gao Zhe’s demeanor darkened, “You’re not allowed to go.”

She bargained, “I’ll definitely be back by ten; I won’t stay out late.”

“You won’t be able to get out of bed until tomorrow morning!”

Lu Zhenzhen caught on to his meaning and pinched his shoulder in frustration.

Gao Zhe ignored her, continuing to move backward to the edge of the bed before falling back, dragging her down with him, his large palm supporting the back of her head, his lips moving from her lips, across her cheek, and finally pausing at her ear.

In a husky voice, he said, “Darling, truth is, I can’t hold back.”

Lu Zhenzhen giggled, “Brother Ah Zhe, aren’t you contradicting yourself?”

There it was again—she always called him that at the peak of excitement.

From childhood to adulthood, she never grew tired of it.

Later, as their relationship developed into something more romantic, she even liked to call him that more, with a hint of smug pride in her lazy, kittenish voice.

It was incredibly seductive.

…

Pei Dongshi’s home had a special room set aside for Nan Jiaojiao.

But it wasn’t her own home, so Nan Jiaojiao took her change of clothes with her into the bathroom, shortening her usual bathing time.

The hairdryer was hanging on the wall.

After blowing her hair half-dry, Nan Jiaojiao casually draped a towel over her shoulders and went out like that.

Pei Dongshi was downstairs making coffee when he heard footsteps.

He glanced back and his eyebrows lifted slightly, “This outfit suits you much better.”

Nan Jiaojiao passed behind him, and Pei Dongshi handed her a cup of milk tea, “There are no sugar cubes left, add cream yourself.”

She took it, set it aside, and poured in four packets of cream.

Pei Dongshi teased her, “Aren’t you afraid it’ll be too sickly sweet?”

Nan Jiaojiao was unphased, “Remember to stock up on more syrup next time.”

Pei Dong almost scolded her, “Alright, I’ll have it ready for you.

Are you free tomorrow?”

“What’s up?”

“We should visit our mentor.”

Nan Jiaojiao paused for a moment, then took a big gulp of her milk tea to quell her shock, “I’m afraid I’ll be chased out with a broom.”

“It’s okay, I’ll protect you; at most, the broom will only reach your shoulders.”

“Who are you calling short!”

Nan Jiaojiao glared at him, and he quickly relented, “Master said it herself; she wants me to bring you back.

You wouldn’t dare not go.”