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I leaned against him, feeling the warmth I hadn't felt in a long time, and smelled the lemon on his body.

Yes, my youth is different.

I held him tight, as if I were going to lose him in the next second. I closed my eyes, and I felt his gentle touch on my hair.

"I'm cooking." Zhou Jin said, "Are you hungry?"

"I'm hungry." I said sullenly.

I picked up the bag that I threw on the floor and followed Zhou Jin into the room. As soon as I entered the room, my eyes widened.

Because I was too busy with work, it had been a long time since I had a proper cleaning up. The washing machine was filled with clothes that had been worn out, and the dishwasher had been used to wash the dishes. I hadn't taken them out yet, but the entire room was spotless and clean.

"Thank you." As I said this, I went to the bathroom to wash my hands. Zhou Jin had even carefully wiped off the tiles on the bathroom wall one by one. I imagined Zhou Jin squatting on the bathroom floor, wiping the tiles with a brush.

I sat at the dining table and looked at the dishes on the table. I raised my head to look at the person sitting opposite me. Zhou Jin smiled warmly at me.

Right now, I can't even recall Xie Zongming's appearance. I almost forgot that I was also busy in the kitchen from morning to night, cooking three meals a day, which was a long time ago. It was only after the divorce that I realized how much I hated the kitchen.

I took a sip of the seaweed soup, which was very light.

"What's the matter today?" Zhou Jin asked me. He looked at me with a worried expression, as well as a little uneasy and cautious.

I smiled and shook my head. "It's nothing. It's too tiring." I have no way to tell Zhou Jin about what happened to me today, and how can I tell him about it?

Luckily, Zhou Jin had always been considerate of me. He took a piece of beef and put it in my bowl, saying, "Eat more."

He was so warm, and I suddenly thought of Wei Qing, who was sitting alone in the hotel room at the moment. Maybe, tonight, Qin Shana's husband would still appear to torture her.

I lowered my head and quickly finished all the food in the bowl.

After the meal, I shut myself in the bathroom. I lied in the bathtub, the warm water made my body feel relaxed, and I closed my eyes to force myself to forget what had happened during the day. However, the wounds on Wei Qing's body and the face of Qin Shana's husband, which was covered in oil, appeared even more clearly in front of me.

"Dong, dong, dong." Someone knocked on the door, "Xia Ying, you've been in the bathroom for a long time."

"I'll leave immediately." I stood up from the bathtub with a grunt and was about to go get the towel, but Zhou Jin walked straight into the room.

He looked at me with some seriousness, then grabbed a towel from a nearby shelf and wrapped it around me.

I stared at him in confusion. He stopped me with both hands and said, "Although I don't know what happened to you today, I want to know what I can do to comfort you."

I looked at Zhou Jin's sincere eyes and smiled. I wanted to reach out and hug him, but my hands were bound by the towel. I could only stand on tiptoe and kiss him on the lips. His mouth still tasted of lemon.

He picks me up and I lean into him, feeling safe, his kiss on my face like the spring breeze brushing against my cheek.

He put me on the bed. There was no light in the room, only moonlight shining through the window and onto the ground, his face was extremely blurry in the darkness, my hand was stroking his cheeks, his skin was extremely smooth, and had a slight touch of coolness, yet at that moment, I suddenly thought of Wei Qing, and Wei Qing's kiss.

I shook my head, wanting to forget about Wei Qing. Seeing me, Zhou Jin wrapped his arms around me, as if trying to protect me.

I grabbed him by the hair and forced him to lower his head and kiss me. I bit his lip and pressed it against his.

Maybe it was because I bit too hard, I heard Zhou Jin gasp, as if he was trying to avoid me, but by then my hands had already been pulled out from under the towel, and I grabbed Zhou Jin's head, not allowing him to leave.

Zhou Jin looked at me. His hand dropped my towel on the floor and he started to take off his shirt.

I kissed him on the chest, where the muscles were tight. I thought of Qin Shana's husband's white belly, his body disgusting.

I bit Zhou Jin's skin, and Zhou Jin cried out. Holding my face, he seriously asked, "Are you planning to eat me?"

"Yes." "Yes," I said, and kissed him again.

I ran my finger along his waist, resting it on his upturned hip, and gave him a light pat.

"If you keep doing this, I feel like you're teasing me." Zhou Jin said with a bit of grievance.

"I was just teasing you." At the same time, taking advantage of Zhou Jin's distraction, I immediately flipped over and pressed down on his, sitting on top of him.

Zhou Jin looked at me helplessly, saying, "Are you going to stay up there?"

"Yes." I nodded and leaned down to kiss Zhou Jin's skin, inch by inch. I could feel his breathing grow heavier and his body tighten.

His face grew redder and redder. I took hold of his earlobe, and he put his arms around me as if he couldn't bear it any longer.

"Stop enduring it." "But I still have to be up there."

Zhou Jin sat up and picked me up, and I sat on him.

I held him tight, hoping to forget what had happened during the day.

When I woke up the next morning, Zhou Jin was no longer by my side. The aroma of food wafted from the kitchen.

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Zhou Jin appeared in front of me with a dish in his apron.

"You're awake?" Zhou Jin asked me.

I nodded.

I quickly washed up and sat down at the dining table. Breakfast was rice porridge, buns, side dishes and the like, probably because there was only this kind of frozen food in the fridge, which Zhou Jin could also do.

"Come with me to see my mother today." Zhou Jin suddenly said.

I looked up at him, waiting to hear what he had to say.

"I'm going to resign. I don't want to tell my father the truth, but I want to tell my mother the truth." He has always been a very gentle person, besides facing his father, I understand how he hates his father. On the other hand, Zhou Ze seems to be closer to him, or perhaps more obedient.

"Alright." I nodded.

Roughly two hours later, we were standing in front of Tang Jun's office door. Zhou Jin and I looked at each other, then knocked on the office door.