Ji Dongyang looked down at the arms wrapped around his waist and pulled her hands away. “Look what time it is.”

With that, he turned and went back to the bedroom. His tall frame fell back onto the bed, he pulled his eye mask back on, and continued to sleep, not sparing her another glance.

Zhou Yining checked the time. It was almost 2 AM.

It couldn’t be helped; her place was far from Ji Dongyang’s home, and the journey had taken a long time.

She touched the two small square boxes in her pocket, curled her lips into a smile, took off her down jacket, kicked off her jeans, and walked into the bedroom with her bare, slender, and straight legs exposed. An orange bedside lamp was left on in the bedroom, illuminating his black hair and face. The black eye mask covered his eyes, highlighting his high nose bridge, tightly pressed lips, and sexy jawline, giving off an incomparable sense of abstinence.

She lifted the quilt, her soft body burrowing into his embrace. The next second, she straddled his waist, stuffed the small square boxes under the pillow, leaned down, and kissed his lips. Like a siren, she breathed gently into his ear, “Got a lot of fire in you? Take it out on me.”

Ji Dongyang, wearing the eye mask, let her kiss him. His hand touched her smooth, delicate thigh and paused.

Zhou Yining’s kisses gradually moved lower. She stared at his Adam’s apple and took it into her mouth. The next second, his Adam’s apple rolled against her lips. She found it amusing and sucked on it hard, making it roll again.

The large hand resting on the bed traced the curves of her body from her thigh to her hip, then moved upward to grip her waist. His arms bound her like ropes. Zhou Yining returned to his lips, her tongue slipping inside.

Suddenly, the world spun. She was pressed down; their positions reversed.

Ji Dongyang kissed her lips forcefully. Zhou Yining kissed him back crazily. Both wanted to take the initiative; neither was willing to admit defeat. She reached out to pull off his eye mask, but just as she touched it, he caught her hand, interlaced their fingers, and pinned her hand against the pillow. His grip was firm. Zhou Yining struggled a few times but couldn’t move, forced to let him have his way.

No matter how abstinent and indifferent Ji Dongyang usually was, he was a man. It was a man’s nature always to be more dominant than a woman in this regard.

The fire she started ignited instantly; he controlled the field, calm and domineering.

Ji Dongyang lingered on her waist for a long time, slowly moving up to touch her chest, reaching behind to undo the clasp. Soon, he stripped her completely naked and cupped her soft breasts. Zhou Yining looked at the man wearing the eye mask, her eyes and heart burning hot. Her hands reached to pull off his clothes.

The two were entirely bare for each other, their bodies hot, tightly pressed and entangled.

Ji Dongyang caressed her flat lower abdomen, moving downward. Soon, his fingers probed inside, from shallow to deep.

Zhou Yining gasped, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her legs clamped shut, then opened, quickly wetting his hand. She hugged his neck and whispered in his ear, “Won’t you look at me?”

Ji Dongyang instantly recalled the afternoon in the snowy field at the foot of the mountain, her skin as white as the snow on the peak. His body grew even hotter, along with a particular part of him that was already clearly reacting, pressing against her thigh, scalding her so much she startled. Her fingers wove into his black hair, her feet hooked, and her legs wrapped around his waist.

His body tensed and paused.

Zhou Yining took the opportunity to pull off his eye mask. Her eyes were watery and seductive, staring straight at him.

His eyes were black and deep, like the profound night sky, ready to ignite a firework display at any moment.

She leaned in and kissed his lips.

Ji Dongyang lowered his eyes and kissed her back. She stroked the muscle lines of his back, occasionally feeling one or two old scars. She thought he must have gotten them while filming. Her hand slid to the front, covering that place, gripping it with some difficulty. She applied a little pressure, and the man responded with a deep, muffled groan.

The next second, he straightened up. Zhou Yining felt a sudden emptiness, thinking he was leaving again, and quickly grabbed him.

She fished out a small square box from under the pillow, hugged his waist, sat up, and smiled triumphantly. “I bought them.”

Ji Dongyang stared at her intently as she tore open the packaging, pulled out a strip of small packets, tore one off, and tried to tear it open with both hands. But her palms were sweaty. She tried a few times but couldn’t tear it open. She got anxious, frantic even. Her hands started to shake; the more anxious she got, the more she shook, and the more she shook, the less she could tear it open.

Ji Dongyang watched her face suddenly change. His eyes darkened. He snatched the small packet, bit a corner with his teeth, and tore it open with a forceful pull.

She pressed close to him urgently. He held her shoulders, pushed her down onto the bed, spread her legs, pressed against her, and tried to soothe her urgent mood. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse. “Don’t rush. It will hurt.”

Zhou Yining was desperate; she couldn’t wait.

Ji Dongyang kissed her, probed with his hand, felt she was ready, and thrust forward forcefully.

Her eyes widened abruptly. She turned her head, gasping for breath, and it took a long time for her to say one word: “You…”

It fucking hurt.

Once it hurt, she became quiet.

Ji Dongyang smoothed the hair on her forehead. When she moved, her body tightened around him. He groaned, beads of sweat already forming on his forehead. After waiting a moment, he began to thrust inside her.

Both were covered in sweat. She moaned softly; he panted heavily, gripping her waist, pressing her fiercely beneath him, thrusting abruptly at the same time.

Zhou Yining felt like her waist… was going to break.

She trembled, her toes pointed straight, barely able to catch her breath. Her throat was hoarse. She opened her eyes, staring at the man on top of her. His forehead was covered in sweat, sliding from his hair down the side of his face to his jaw, dripping onto her chest, scorching hot.

The light was dim and ambiguous.

Ji Dongyang had lost his usual indifference. His brow was tightly furrowed, his eyes and heart on fire, watching her constantly.

Pleasure piled up to the peak. Zhou Yining stared into his eyes, her body arching violently, trembling. Her mind went blank, her nails digging into his flesh.

A white expanse flashed before her eyes. What is this feeling?

She would never forget it in her life.

Her eyes were beautiful, most captivating in that moment.

Ji Dongyang looked away, found the eye mask on the pillow, and placed it on her head with his hand.

…

From midnight until dawn.

Everything returned to calm. Zhou Yining leaned softly in his arms, wearing the eye mask, and fell asleep.

Ji Dongyang looked down at her. After a while, he pulled off her eye mask, held it in his hand, wrapped her in a blanket, carried her to the sofa, and then went back to clean up the messy bed.

Ten minutes later, he carried her back.

Suddenly, she pulled off the eye mask and opened her eyes to look at him.

Ji Dongyang paused, tossing her onto the bed. Zhou Yining clutched her waist and hissed, looking back to glare at him.

Ji Dongyang lifted the quilt, pulled her into his arms, and gently rubbed her waist. “Quiet. Sleep.”

Zhou Yining was exhausted, too. She smiled, nestled into his embrace, and said, “Oh.”

She closed her eyes and fell asleep quickly.

The two slept until 1 PM. The doorbell rang. Ji Dongyang woke up first. Zhou Yining kicked him, pushed him, pulled the quilt over her head with force, and turned her back to him.

Well, morning temper.

He wasn’t the only one who had it.

Ji Dongyang was woken up, but miraculously wasn’t angry. He curved his lips and went to open the door, feeling refreshed.

Outside, Yang Xun and A Ming rang the bell a second time before the door opened.

A Ming smiled, holding up the bag in his hand. “Dong-ge, I brought you food. I brought Miss Zhou’s share too. We can give it to her when we get back to H City tonight. She didn’t get to eat it last time.”

Today was the last day of the holiday. They had to return to H City tonight to start filming early tomorrow morning.

Yang Xun looked down and saw a pair of high-heeled ankle boots by the shoe cabinet. He froze, looking at Ji Dongyang.

Ji Dongyang had already turned back inside, instructing A Ming, “Put the things on the table.”

A Ming also noticed the high heels while changing his shoes. He froze, too, looking at Yang Xun. “Yang-ge, should we retreat?”

Yang Xun smacked him on the head. “Retreat your head! Pack the luggage later. We’re going to the airport tonight.”

A Ming scratched his head, glancing at the closed bedroom door, his mind wandering a bit.

This time it’s real. Dong-ge is hiding a woman in his room.

Ji Dongyang walked into the kitchen and looked back. “Have you eaten?”

A Ming nodded. “Mm, we ate.”

Ji Dongyang cooked a pot of rice and took the vegetables out of the fridge.

A Ming put the things on the table and hurried to help. “Dong-ge, let me do it.”

Ji Dongyang confirmed and walked out of the kitchen. Yang Xun lifted his chin. “The little devil is here?”

He nodded. “Mm.”

Yang Xun stared at him for a few seconds. Ji Dongyang walked to the balcony, staring at the white snow outside the window for a while, recalling the scene in the snow at the foot of the mountain, and thinking of the woman sleeping in the room. Yes, woman. He had made her a woman. His woman.

His heart felt hot, an indescribable feeling.

But he was certain: He had fallen.

Yang Xun followed him to the balcony and lit a cigarette. Ji Dongyang glanced at him and said, “Give me one.”

Yang Xun was surprised. Ji Dongyang rarely smoked and had never asked him for a cigarette. He handed one over. Ji Dongyang took the lighter, lit it, leaned against the cabinet, and exhaled a few puffs of smoke. His eyes were half-closed, looking unusually lazy.

Yang Xun glanced at him, his gaze landing on his neck, and muttered, “A devil is a devil. Be careful next time. Don’t let people take photos and turn it into a story. Wan Wei wanted to use you to hype up Zhou Yining before; now she probably knows and understands it’s not a good time.”

Ji Dongyang didn’t hide it. He had seen it in the mirror last night. When Zhou Yining got excited, she couldn’t be stopped.

However, she wasn’t much better off, but he still had his reason.

He wouldn’t leave marks in visible places.

He flicked the ash and lowered his head. “Wan Wei knows?”

Yang Xun smiled, somewhat helplessly. “She knows. We both think it’s not appropriate to go public right now. You both have to be careful. Hide it as long as you can. It’s better for you and for Zhou Yining. Divorced for three years, and this is the first time I’ve reached a consensus with her.”

The entertainment industry was like this. Casual hype only generated buzz; few fans truly believed it.

Those who were truly together and didn’t want to go public kept a low profile. Once exposed, it would be a thunderclap on flat ground.

Whether these two were hyping or truly together, it would be a thunderclap. One could imagine how loud that thunder would be.

Given Ji Dongyang’s personality, he definitely wouldn’t want to go public.

He kept his private life and work very separate. Aside from acting, he disliked any of his private matters being exposed to the media. But obviously, that was impossible, especially in his position. More eyes were watching, magnifying the slightest flaw, wishing to strip his private life bare. This was something artists were powerless against.

Ji Dongyang was also well aware that, under the current circumstances, it was indeed inappropriate. “I know. I will be careful about that.”

Yang Xun nodded, looked at Ji Dongyang, and asked, “Serious?”

Ji Dongyang smiled and stubbed out the cigarette. “I am serious about everything I do.”

Yang Xun was left speechless. He said nothing more, chatted with Ji Dongyang for a while, and left.

Zhou Yining was woken up by hunger.

She rubbed her stomach and sat up, frowning at the soreness in her body. The worst pain was in her waist and between her legs. Ji Dongyang really had a stubborn fondness for her waist. Ji Dongyang happened to come out of the bathroom and looked at her. “Awake?”

She nodded.

“If you’re awake, get up and eat.”

He turned to open the door, paused, and looked back. “Put on some clothes. A Ming is outside.”

Zhou Yining blinked, smiled at him, and didn’t speak.

Ji Dongyang walked out and closed the door.

A Ming had already put the food on the table. After Ji Dongyang finished a cup of coffee, Zhou Yining came out wearing his tracksuit. The man’s tracksuit hung loosely on her. The pant legs were rolled up, revealing slender ankles and a pair of delicate, white feet stepping on the floor.

Ji Dongyang glanced at them. “Put on shoes.”

Zhou Yining raised an eyebrow, put on a pair of slippers, and followed the aroma to the dining table. She was starving. She looked at A Ming and smiled. “Did your mom make this again?”

A Ming was just feeling like a bright, shiny third wheel. When Zhou Yining spoke to him, he quickly smiled. “Yes. Didn’t you miss out last time? Since we’re going back to H City tonight, my mom prepared some more for me to bring to Dong-ge and you.”

Zhou Yining praised, “Smells so good.”

She picked up a small yellow croaker and put it in her mouth. It was as delicious as last time.

He looked around. “You guys eat. I’ll go pack Dong-ge’s luggage.”

He took two steps before Ji Dongyang stopped him. “Wait. I’ll pack it myself later.”

A Ming froze for a moment, then realised. Dong-ge wasn’t a bachelor anymore. A woman slept in the room last night, so it wasn’t just his room anymore. A Ming was a man, too; he understood immediately. He felt a vague sense of loss. He’d have to be careful about everything when coming to Dong-ge‘s house in the future. “Then I’ll go sit over there.”

The flight was after 6 PM. If he had known, he wouldn’t have come so early.

Halfway through Zhou Yining’s meal, Zhang Ran called her, asking if she needed help packing luggage.

Zhou Yining: “No need. I’ll pack it myself.”

Zhang Ran: “Then I’ll come pick you up later.”

Zhou Yining gave a “Mm” and hung up.

Ji Dongyang looked up at her. “Let A Ming drive you later.”

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