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Ming Zhao was the kind of person who dared to take risks—a bit impulsive.
As a child, she was mischievous; as she grew older, she became unruly.
Ninety-nine percent of this could be attributed to Zhou Tingyun.
In elementary school, when she got into a fight with a boy who bullied her and was called to the office, Zhou Tingyun had placed cash in front of the boy’s parents and then encouraged Ming Zhao to give the boy a few more slaps.
In middle school, when she argued with a male teacher who spouted sexist remarks in class, the next day, Zhou Tingyun contacted the principal and had the teacher dismissed.
When she crashed into a young master’s luxury car parked on the roadside, Zhou Tingyun was about to settle the matter with money, but upon learning that the young master had insulted her first, he directly rejected the young master’s family’s project.
He always seemed to be on her side.
Except when it came to eating a whole box of ice cream in one sitting.
Ming Zhao suddenly recalled what Zhou Grandpa had said to her at his birthday banquet.
The banquet was bustling with people, glasses clinking, but she only heard his warm, low voice.
“Anything you want to do, anything you want, you can have it.”
Really…
Anything?
Ming Zhao lowered her eyelashes, lost in thought.
Would he grant her any request, regardless of morality, ethics, or any boundaries?
Thinking this, she tentatively extended the tip of her tongue.
For a moment, it felt as if the entire world had fallen silent, all her senses failing.
Then, she opened her mouth again, gently biting his finger, and lightly grinding against it.
Zhou Tingyun’s body stiffened lightly. A tingling sensation spread from his skin to his heart, creating a crack. The desire to consume, buried deep within him, grew like a rapidly growing vine, winding around him.
His gaze remained calm, but his dark pupils reflected a slow, deep river.
His full lips, like lavish and fiery petals, concealed an enticing fragrance— one that made a person want to press in, heavy and forceful.
At that moment, the restrained strength slipped beyond his control.
A delicate sigh reached his ears.
He saw her hazy eyes droop into a pitiful arc, her delicate brows slightly furrowed.
“It hurts…”
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion. He lowered his gaze, his voice deep and rich, filled with sincere apology.
Then, as if to soothe her, he gently rubbed against her.
“Did I hurt my little one?”
The tips of her ears suddenly heated up. The unexpected term of endearment made her heart flutter inexplicably.
Seeking comfort, she pressed her face against his palm.
Zhou Tingyun gently stroked the shallow dimples on her cheeks, his movements incredibly slow and deliberate.
“It was just a little punishment, Zhao Zhao,” he said.
“You made me very angry today.”
His voice remained calm and steady, like a deep, serene pool, untouched by the slightest ripple of wind. Yet, the weight of his words pressed down on her heart.
Ming Zhao felt a bit frightened, yet exhilarated. Her breath grew unsteady.
She tightly squeezed her fingertips, pretending to be dazed from drinking, tilting her head.
“Why?”
Her lustrous cheeks glowed like red lanterns against the snow, strikingly beautiful. Her hair cascaded smoothly down, partially covering her face.
The silky strands fell like satin, wrapping around her wrist, winding around her fingertips—like a tightly fitting ring.
He took her hand, his long fingers gently tracing her palm lines, the space between her thumb and index finger, and her knuckles.
It was as if he wanted to clean something away.
“Because you never learn to protect yourself.”
Zhou Tingyun lightly brushed against the blue veins on her wrist. The connected blood vessels had long since severed, yet something thin, like delicate threads, seemed to bind them together.
“They serve not only women but also men. Their bodies are covered in the saliva and sweat of others.”
“Their lips and tongues have touched countless mouths, chests, thighs, and feet.”
His tone was calm, showing no signs of emotional fluctuation.
“Even and.”
“Can you accept that, Zhao Zhao?”
As he spoke, his expression remained incredibly composed, as if casually explaining technical terms at a high-level meeting.
“If you need to satisfy your physiological needs, you shouldn’t go to those people.”
Ming Zhao couldn’t believe that she was hearing such undisguised and frankly explicit words from Zhou Tingyun.
He was always composed and refined; his interactions marked by a perfect sense of proportion. Even when criticizing subordinates, he was always tactful.
He had never, from childhood to adulthood, uttered a single curse word.
Goodness, this was even more stimulating than that male panting audio Lin Zhiwei had sent her.
Ming Zhao felt like she was going crazy, goosebumps erupting all over her body.
Under normal circumstances, Zhou Tingyun would never act like this. He was taking advantage of her drunken blackout to reveal a completely different side of himself without reservation.
It was too…
A direct hit to her kink…
Ming Zhao tried to steady her rapidly increasing heart rate, maintaining her persona. She nodded dumbly.
Her face was burning. Thankfully, the drunken act masked her blushing.
She humbly asked for advice, her eyes filled with a deliberately feigned, hazy drunkenness. “Who should I turn to?”
Zhou Tingyun gently twisted a strand of her hair, asking, “Who does my little one want to turn to?”
Of course, it’s you! Ming Zhao cried out in her heart.
Please, isn’t it a brother’s duty to help his sister solve problems?
But on the surface, she remained innocent, blinking her eyes, her curled eyelashes forming a foxy arc.
“Can you, brother?” she asked.
Under Zhou Tingyun’s quiet gaze, Ming Zhao felt her palms sweat profusely. Her heart rose to her throat, afraid of revealing even the slightest flaw.
After all, he was incredibly intelligent.
She was too easily seen through.
Ming Zhao took a steady breath and insisted, “Brother hasn’t kissed anyone else, has he?”
The man stared at her, his dark eyes deep and unreadable, making it impossible to guess his true thoughts.
After a long silence, he finally spoke.
“No,” he said, raising his hand and pinching her nose. “Brother can only be bother.”
She knew he would say that!
Suppressing her urge to lose her temper, Ming Zhao frowned in displeasure.
“But you said you would grant me anything. Why don’t you keep your word?”
“Except for this,” he said.
Ming Zhao gritted her teeth. If she weren’t ‘drunk,’ she would have loved to ask what else he wouldn’t agree to besides Gu He and this.
He just keeps making promises he doesn’t intend to keep!
He gets to have the final say, doesn’t he?
She suppressed her anger and feigned distress. “Fine, then I’ll reluctantly change my request.”
She added a safety precaution, confirming, “You won’t say ‘except for this’ again, will you?”
“No,” he said.
Good, I hope you mean it.
She restrained the upturn of her lips, her long lashes concealing the flash of cunning in her eyes.
“It hurts so much,” Ming Zhao tilted her chin, pointing to her lips, her voice soft.
“It’s all your fault. Brother needs to kiss it to make it better.”