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Chapter 112

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    Xiaoshi discovered that if she just sits idle like this, as long as she has nothing to ask for and nothing to disturb, she won't feel bored.  It's really strange. When she first entered the mountain, she always felt idle without a mobile phone and a computer, and she was not used to it.  But now, just sitting peacefully by the stream, looking around, forgetting about things and me, can consume a whole afternoon.

    However, the sky in the mountains and the baby's face can change as they say.  When they came out, the sky was still clean and the sun was clear, but in an instant it was covered with dark clouds, and it was obvious that another mountain rain was coming.

    The two tidied up in a hurry and rushed back, but the rain did not accommodate their haste, and it fell more and more densely.  Shao Ting protected Xiao Shi and ran in the rain, and when he returned to the villa out of breath, his clothes were still wet.

    The two squeezed into the door together, seeing each other's embarrassed image in their eyes, they couldn't help looking at each other and laughing.

    Zhou Shaoting's wet bangs were about to droop into his eyes, Xiaoshi raised his hand to help him brush them away.

    The girl's fingertips were soft and slightly cool, and her crooked eyes were full of crystal smiles, like the reflection of the crescent moon in the early morning in the stream.

    At this time, the light in the room was a little dark, with a long-term and nostalgic taste, which outlined the soft outline of the girl, making her look like the most missed beloved beauty in the past.

    There are still some drops of water on her face, her skin is more translucent, and her lips are also moist, reflecting the pouring sky light, giving off a lingering luster.  A few strands of long hair brushed across her cheeks and stuck to the corners of her lips, adding a touch of rare charm to her.

    Zhou Shaoting lost his mind for a moment, stretched out his slender fingers, and hooked the strand of hair around her lips, his eyes were deep and focused.

    Xiao Shi's heart was shocked by his gaze, and he felt that the man was strange, and a feeling of uneasiness rose in his heart, so he couldn't help restraining the smile on his lips, feeling a little helpless.

    Zhou Shaoting's fingers slid across her face along the strand of hair, stayed behind her ears, held the back of her neck, and looked at her more seriously.

    Those eyes faded from the innocent smile just now, and became docile and innocent, and a little evasive, like a shy deer.  The wet lips were slightly parted, as if to say something, but also like a gentle waiting.

    Zhou Shaoting's hand clasped the back of her neck slightly, and his other arm wrapped around her waist, and decisively kissed her slightly parted lips.

    Xiao Shi just got caught in the rain, and her lips were cold, but the man's lips were hot.  The familiar yet unfamiliar heat spread from the point where her lips touched to her cheeks, behind her ears, her neck, and her forehead, and then enveloped her entire brain, making her consciousness begin to blur.

    She felt powerless all over, and opened her lips weakly, allowing the man's warm breath to pour in domineeringly.  That breath kept invading and deepening, as if going straight down her throat and esophagus towards her heart.

    And her heart was at that moment, in this cold autumn rainy season, it was as gentle as a pool of spring water, rippling away softly, wave after wave, stretching to all limbs and bones, arousing a burst of excitement at the nerve endings  shudder.

    She felt that she was about to suffocate and faint, but her brain was paralyzed, as if she was in a dream, sinking continuously, but she couldn't move or wake up.

    Suddenly, the breath was gone.  Xiaoshi just felt that she couldn't stand upright, and she was about to fall down.  When she was nervous, her hands instinctively grabbed forward, but she only grabbed Zhou Shaoting's shirt front.  She took two deep breaths, and then she could see clearly that her hands were clutching the man's straight collar, but she still refused to let go. It seemed that only in this way could she not fall down and sit down.

    "Didn't you ask me, what else do you want from you?" Zhou Shaoting hugged her shoulders, his breath was steady, and his tone was deep, "I, Zhou Shaoting, ask myself not to be greedy, not to ask about past lives, not to ask for afterlife, but only for this life of yours."

    Xiaoshi's heart felt as if it had been smashed, a wave of tremors followed by a burst of pain, she slowly raised her eyes to look at the man who was close at hand.

    He is so close to himself at this moment, so close that it makes people feel a little scared.  His eyes were so deep, like a dream she fell into and didn't want to wake up.

    Zhou Shaoting's hands moved up slowly along her shoulders and neck, and his fingertips slid gently until he held her cheeks, but Xiao Shi blushed and lowered his head again.

    Zhou Shaoting also lowered his head, pressed against her forehead, and let out a low voice from his throat: "Huh?"

    In that case, they both understood the meaning of this consultation.  Xiaoshi didn't speak or move, he was in a stalemate for a moment, lowered his head lower, and bit by bit pressed against the man's chest, like a silent acquiescence.

    Zhou Shaoting curled his thin lips lightly, showing a happy smile, then hugged Xiaoshi horizontally without hesitation, and strode upstairs.

    The girl leaned softly in his arms.The fluffy hair rubbed against his chin, the long eyelashes drooped, and he was indescribably docile and well-behaved.

    Zhou Shaoting carried her upstairs and went straight into his bedroom.

    The style of this bedroom is completely different from Xiaoshi's. It continues the rustic retro of the whole villa, with log furniture and simple furnishings. The light blue-gray bed sheets give people a noble and rigorous texture.

    Zhou Shaoting put Xiao Shi on the bed, but she was still very shy, and sat on the bed with her knees arched, not knowing where to put her hands.

    There was always a gentle smile on the man's lips, like a silent comfort.  He sat down opposite the girl, propped himself up and slowly approached, pinched her small chin and raised her face, and kissed her affectionately and skillfully.

    However, this time, he was not satisfied with a deep kiss.  His hand began to move, and he accurately reached the girl's neckline. With a slight movement of his slender fingers, a button as round as a pearl shell was undone in response to the situation.

    The soft skin radiated warmth under the damp thin shirt, slightly undulating, Zhou Shaoting's hand slipped in along her neckline, and opened more buttons

    While tossing and turning, the girl suddenly moved his lips away without any warning, and pressed his restless hand with both hands, while she turned her face away, facing the skylight outside the window, and narrowed her eyes slightly  .

    Zhou Shaoting couldn't help but frowned, but still held his temper and wanted to continue.

    The girl suddenly shrugged her nose, and then sneezed two big sneezes!

    Zhou Shaoting froze for a moment, then turned his head and laughed.

    Xiao Shi was extremely embarrassed and blushed.

    Zhou Shaoting took out his hand, rubbed her forehead hair, and said helplessly and dotingly: "Go take a hot bath first, it's cold, and it's easy to catch a cold if you get in the rain."

    Xiaoshi seemed to be on the verge of an amnesty, rubbing his nose and getting off the bed, wanting to go to his room.  Zhou Shaoting stepped to the door before her, put his hand on the doorknob, and said leisurely, "Just wash it here."

    Xiao Shi was soaking in the bathtub, listening to the noise in the shower room behind her, feeling awkward, and kept using shower gel to create bubbles to cover the water surface.

    Zhou Shaoting was in the glass bathroom, separated by steam and mist, and saw the girl's shoulders exposed outside the bathtub. The lines were soft and beautiful, but she was obviously shrinking nervously, so she couldn't help but smiled slightly.

    This girl is really conservative

    He washed it quickly, wearing black home trousers loosely on his lower body, and a bath towel on his naked upper body, his hair was still dripping, and the water droplets rolled down on his strong chest, slowly sliding down the thin line of his abdomen,  Hidden in the black waistband.

    While wiping his hair, he looked at the girl who buried herself in a pile of foam, thinking that everything would be fine, but in fact she was still in the spring, and raised her eyebrows with great interest, "Don't soak for too long, it's not good for the heart."

    In all fairness, when he said this, he really didn't have any selfish intentions, and he was completely thinking of someone, but that person didn't seem to be very helpful, and he sank into the water again with an embarrassed expression.

    After Zhou Shaoting went out, Xiao Shi was left alone in the bathroom.

    She looked at her body soaking in the bathtub, how could it feel like the ritual of purifying the body of an ancient concubine before she became favored?

    Her brain was in a mess, she simply closed her eyes, leaned her head back on the bathtub, and sorted out her complicated thoughts.

    After taking this step, she is no longer her own Yan Xiaoshi, nor is she Shao Ting's "ex-girlfriend", but has confirmed her identity as the mistress of President Yijiang.  This is an identity destined to be reviled by thousands of people and despised by thousands of people.

    She could no longer straighten her spine and confront Shao Ting's mother¡ª"What you said has nothing to do with me, can I go?"

    She can no longer talk about the past with Mina with certainty¡ª"I went to his company to help out for a short time, and I never had any extravagant thoughts"

    Becoming Zhou Shaoting's woman, but she can't be proud of it, and she has to bear with it, forever losing the capital to be self-sufficient and proud.

    Zhou Shaoting put on a nightgown and leaned against the bedside to read a book. It seemed that there were still two pages to read, but there was still no movement in the bathroom.

    He even wondered if the woman had passed out in the bathtub.

    "Yan Xiaoshi!"

    Perhaps his voice was a little louder, and there was an immediate "Hey!"

    Without the slightest hesitation, with some panic.

    However, the voice that came out next was not so straightforward, he said, "Can you, help me get a set of pajamas in my room? I have no clothes here."

    "You don't need it."

    This is Zhou Shaoting's answer to her.

    There was no sound again.

    What a hassle.  After all, Zhou Shaoting put down his book, found a men's nightgown in his closet, and gave it to her.

    Xiao Shi didn't dare to climb out until Zhou Shaoting got out of the bathroom, and put on her nightgown as quickly as possible. The dark red satin material was worn on her body until it reached her ankles. Looking in the mirror, she felt like she was wearing a cloak.  witch.

    Xiaoshi dally dried her hair, looked at herself in the mirror, and let out a long breath.

    What should come will always come, and there is no escape.  From today onwards, her name will be associated with "Zhou Shaoting", no matter whether it is public or private, no matter what description and title is given by the outside world, no matter what kind of vision and evaluation the world casts on her.

    She, Yan Xiaoshi, is Zhou Shaoting's woman.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)nbsp; What a hassle.  After all, Zhou Shaoting put down his book, found a men's nightgown in his closet, and gave it to her.

    Xiao Shi didn't dare to climb out until Zhou Shaoting got out of the bathroom, and put on her nightgown as quickly as possible. The dark red satin material was worn on her body until it reached her ankles. Looking in the mirror, she felt like she was wearing a cloak.  witch.

    Xiaoshi dally dried her hair, looked at herself in the mirror, and let out a long breath.

    What should come will always come, and there is no escape.  From today onwards, her name will be associated with "Zhou Shaoting", no matter whether it is public or private, no matter what description and title is given by the outside world, no matter what kind of vision and evaluation the world casts on her.

    She, Yan Xiaoshi, is Zhou Shaoting's woman.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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