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"You are Zhou Jin?" I couldn't help laughing at the other end of the phone. I immediately repressed my smile and tried to be serious. "Why did you change your cell phone number?"

"This is my personal number." Zhou Jin replied, "Where are you? "Why not follow the driver?" I could hear him suppressing his emotions.

"I'm not your pet. Am I supposed to go wherever you want me to go?" "No," I said.

Zhou Jin seemed to be startled by my words, and then he smiled. "Where are you?"

I gave him the name of the hotel and the number of the room, and he hung up.

Even though I spoke coldly to him, I was glad he could come, if he could.

As I scanned the news on the tablet, I thought about Zhou Jin.

I knew he was still angry, but I also knew that he had always been soft-hearted, and that if I tried to coax him, he might stop being angry.

He was like a cat. Although he stretched out his claws occasionally, he still liked me a lot if he just took out a can of canned food to bribe me. I thought wisely.

However, my good mood disappeared after seeing a piece of news, because with the cooperation of the Sheng Shi Group and Yan Siqi's family, they were going to hold an art auction, where they would advertise that the auction would be a collection of rare works of art from all over the world, famous watches, jewelry, cars, and famous wines.

When I thought carefully, I knew that this matter was related to Zhou Jin. The Sheng Shi Group has businesses in all fields, so it isn't strange for them to be entering the arts industry today, but Zhou Jin is an artist, and the Yan Siqi family is in the art business. Yan Siqi just announced a few days ago that she was going to be engaged to Zhou Jin, and it was just a few days ago when the news of their cooperation spread, so it's hard to not think that they have nothing to do with each other.

If he could make it to the Sheng Shi Group, his position in the world of artwork would probably rise greatly, and the Sheng Shi Group could also obtain some additional benefits through the collection of artworks. For example, the money that he used to enter and leave the underground bank could be washed clean through the artwork, and once Yan Siqi and Zhou Jin became a family, it would be even more convenient. Even if the Sheng Shi Group did not have these vices, it would only be beneficial for the Sheng Shi Group, so everyone knew how popular the artwork business was.

It wasn't a big news. It was hidden in the corner, but it made me feel bad to see it.

Soon someone I like will marry another person, and the collaboration between the two families will bring them closer together.

I know that there is no eternal love and marriage, but there are eternal benefits.

If Xie Zongming was smarter and wasn't so wasteful, I probably would have thought about it during the divorce.

I grabbed my phone, suddenly not looking forward to Zhou Jin's arrival.

I needed to calm down, but now I was in a tight spot.

I like him, but it's not that I can't leave him. As long as I keep my heart, I can leave him for three years. Then I can also leave him for thirty years.

But I couldn't bear to part with him. I knew how painful it was to leave him.

I'm not afraid of Yan Siqi, I'm afraid of the price that we have to pay when we're together, whether or not we can afford it.

I was lower than his class, and I would not have met Zhou Jin had it not been for an accident. I couldn't help his career, or at least I couldn't help him gain respect in the upper social circles. Although I didn't care about that, and I guess he didn't care, but would his family care? Even if they didn't care at the beginning, would they ever care?

I am a divorced woman, and my husband died of an accident.

I can hardly bear children.

I am only myself, and nothing else I have is worth mentioning in front of his eyes, in front of his family.

The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I felt. At that moment, a knock came at the door.

"Who is it?" I asked. I had already guessed who was outside, but I no longer had the mood to play around.

"Zhou Jin." His deep voice came from outside the door.

I sat down on the bed and tried to get him to leave. I looked out the window, where it was still raining, and finally got out of bed.

He must have come in the rain. I thought.

I stood in the doorway, unsure if I should open it.

Zhou Jin stood on the other side of the door. He didn't urge me, he didn't say anything, just like how I was with him in the beginning. He was very quiet and wouldn't force me.

"Crunch." I opened the door, took a step back, and stopped.

Zhou Jin looked at me. He was drenched, his suit was still dripping, his hair was hanging down, his face was pale, his lips were trembling slightly, and his black eyes were looking at me with a kind of pleading, like a kitten abandoned by the road, blinking for adoption.

I looked at him and stroked his hair as gently as I had comforted him, and when my fingertips brushed his cheek and his face was cold, he took my hand and put it against his, covering his eyes, and I felt the wetness of his palm.

Was it his tears or the rain?

I took my hand from his and turned to walk into the room.

I heard the door close, and in the next second I was pulled into a wet embrace.

He hugged me so tightly that he seemed very afraid I would leave him.

"Zhou Jin …" I patted him lightly on the back as if I were comforting a child. He buried his face in my shoulder, but soon he was biting down on my shoulder like a cat in a tantrum. He bit me so hard I guess it must have been bleeding.

Hey, why does it have to be me who is being bitten by a woman instead of a man?

"Are you acting coquettishly?" I expressionlessly patted Zhou Jin's wet back.

Zhou Jin was so angry that he bit me again. This time, he switched to his neck. It was itchy, but it didn't hurt.

Well, he was.

When I tilted my head, I could see his slightly flushed ears. I smiled and kissed his ear.

I thought his red ears were so cute and interesting that I couldn't help opening my mouth and eating his earlobes. His whole body shook as if he was about to push me away, but then he took me in his arms again.

Zhou Jin was a little moved. He tried to take off my skirt, but his hand was gently stroking my waist.

He took off my skirt roughly, then took off his tie and tried to tie it to my eyes.

I grabbed my tie and stared at Zhou Jin. "What do you mean?" I admit that blindfolding makes me more sensitive, but I don't like the feeling of being out of control. I want a reason.

Zhou Jin's eyes were a little red, and his body was still wet. He was clearly taller and stronger than me, but standing there was as if I had bullied him.

I looked at him and my voice softened, and I said, "Are you crazy about SM? Who made you fall for it? "

Zhou Jin glanced at me but didn't show any expression of shyness or grievance. He put on a look of not knowing whether to laugh or cry, but he still turned his head away from me and didn't answer my question.

He didn't resist. He did nothing, even bowed his head a little to let me tie a bow behind his head.

"Are you sure you won't tell me why?" I ran my fingers over his cheek and down his bare collarbone. He swallowed, but his mouth remained closed.

I watched him as he took off his wet clothes, one by one. He neither resisted nor said anything, his clothes were thrown to the ground by me, and soon he was naked in front of me, his skin as pale as ever.

I ran my fingers over his skin, and he shook it gently, as if he were patient.

I tiptoe to kiss his lips, nibbling on his lips, and he responds tenderly.

I pushed him down on the bed and sat on his waist. His hands were placed obediently on either side of him. At this moment, I had the illusion that I was raping him.

But it's much more interesting up there than down there.

I lay down and nibbled at his collarbone. He shrank back, probably feeling a little itchy.

"Do you like SM?" I whispered in his ear. Before he could say anything, I smiled and said, "Then let's give it a try. I wanted to try it a long time ago, and you've hurt me a few times. If it wasn't because I didn't contact you this time, I wouldn't have known that you needed me that much."

Hearing my words, Zhou Jin trembled, but he still didn't move. He could have easily suppressed me with a flip of his body, but he still allowed me to do whatever I wanted with his warmth, refusing to tell me the answer that had me blindfolded.

"So you're still not going to tell me?" My hand fell on Zhou Jin's chest.

Zhou Jin pursed his lips, then turned his head. His appearance was that of a teased commoner.

I sighed softly. I got up and took out the decorative ribbon from my luggage. I tied a butterfly knot around his lower body. He was still quite adorable.

I wanted to take a photo, but after thinking about it, I decided against it. If it were to be posted on the internet one day, the headlines would be really scary. Who would have thought that smiling in front of outsiders would look like a spring breeze?

I got up to look at him. His body was slightly curled up, his skin a little pale, his eyes tied with a tie, a bow tied around his lower body. He looked like a blooming flower, trembling with leaves and flowers waiting to be picked.

"Zhou Jin, are you sure you won't tell me?" I spoke close to his ear, and sure enough, his ears were red again, and he turned his head to the other side.

I laughed as I took ice from the fridge and placed it on his skin. He held the sheet with both hands, the veins popping from the back of his hands, but he still didn't say anything.

I put my fingers on the ice and let it run down Zhou Jin's skin. I picked up the red wine and sprinkled it on his skin.

I lick his red wine, and I hear his breathing get heavier and heavier, his hands grip the sheet harder and harder, and I know he's going to have to, and I think he's going to have to tell me the answer soon.

I climbed on top of him and kissed him lightly on the lips.

Finally, he threw his arms around me and pressed me down, and I watched his lips, bright red from the kiss, and reached out and untied his ribbon.

His eyes were still red, but I could see that they were no longer dark and cold, and they were bright, as if they had crushed stars in them.

He froze, obviously not expecting me to.

"Tell me why?" I put my hands on his chest, and if he doesn't tell me, I push him away.

He obviously understood what I meant, and his expression instantly changed to one of grievance.

He should have let others see his expression. I thought.

Fortunately, he was good-looking, if Xie Zongming or anyone else had such an expression, I would definitely slap his face with my high heels.

"Tell me." I put my hand on his chest. I promise that if he doesn't tell me the answer, I won't let him get anything.

Zhou Jin looked at me and buried his head in my chest like a cat. "I'm worried that I will be soft-hearted," he said.

… ….

"Softhearted?" I laughed.

He said, "I still love you a little more. I'm afraid that you will see the pain in my eyes, and I'm afraid to see the disappointment in your eyes. I'm very afraid that you will not love me."

When he said those words, his face flushed red. He was obviously extremely shy, but he still looked me in the eye and said those words.

"You're the first woman I've ever liked." "No," he said.

I nodded, a little touched, but still asked, "Is it the last one?"

He didn't say anything, but his eyes told me he was saying yes, that he rarely promised me anything, that he was a serious person, that he rarely said anything to me, that he was really fond of me now that he had the courage to say so much to me.

"Is it okay now?" he asked me, his face still very red, and I guessed he was covering my eyes for the same reason I couldn't see his red face, I thought.

I smiled, noncommittal.

He buried his head in my collarbone and said, "I was a virgin when I met you."

"Nonsense, you obviously know how to do it better than me." I clapped him on the back.

"You are responsible to me." he said again.

"Since when did you speak so sweetly?" I asked him, smiling.

"From the French." "No," he said.

"I learned it from my French girlfriend." I blurted out, and then we were both quiet.

I thought of his fiancee, Yan Siqi, and obviously he thought of it too.

I don't know why my tears flowed down at this moment. I rarely shed tears, the atmosphere was very good, he loved me, and I was not weak at all.

He hugged me tightly and kissed my eyes. "I'm sorry," he said.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I thought, but the words stuck in my throat.

I held him, tears streaming down my cheeks.

I began to hate my birth because I couldn't get to him no matter how hard I tried. Even if we were married, he would still be laughed at.

The sense of powerlessness filled me, and I closed my eyes.

I've already worked so hard, but I'm getting further and further away from him.

He was afraid I would leave him, which was what I should be worried about.

I put my hands flat on the bed and lost all my strength. He could only hold me.

I wanted to ask him if he had any difficulties, but I couldn't bring myself to do so. Wouldn't that be a joke?

He said he was scared, but I was scared too, or I wouldn't have been so careful.