Chapter 25

Wen Ci has always been a person with strong self-control.

When she was young, video games were all the rage at school. While everyone played secretly during computer class, her parents repeatedly told her not to get involved. So, after finishing her computer homework, she would suppress her curiosity, turn off the computer, and quietly wait for the next class.

She could resist eating from unlicensed street food stalls, resist drinking sugary carbonated drinks, and resist watching short, entertaining videos.

But the moment she was in front of Zhou Wu, all of her self-control would suddenly vanish.

The bathroom door was locked, her shirt jacket was casually thrown aside, and Wen Ci was pressed against the door. Her mouth was hardly allowed to stay closed. She always felt Zhou Wu’s kiss was intense, not the tender kind like in TV dramas, but a calm yet provocative entanglement and seizure that left her breathless and irresistibly addicted.

Her lace skirt was lifted, and something touched her. Zhou Wu let go of her and laughed, “Still wearing a bra?”

The bathroom was only lit by a yellowish night light. Even though the light was dim, one could still see Wen Ci’s flushed cheeks, unsure whether it was from the kiss or from recalling what just happened: “…Good thing I wore it.”

Indeed. Zhou Wu unbuttoned her clothes and lowered his head to kiss her again.

It didn’t take long before Wen Ci’s legs went weak from the kisses, and Zhou Wu lifted her onto the wash basin.

The wash basin wasn’t very high, and Wen Ci sat on it, barely parallel to Zhou Wu.

She was still wearing her white spaghetti strap nightgown, though it was a mess. Wen Ci’s lips parted slightly. She had just been kissed and unconsciously leaned in to kiss Zhou Wu.

Zhou Wu let her kiss him but didn’t respond. He washed his hands with cleaning liquid at the sink. His wet hands didn’t dry off but directly rested on Wen Ci’s thighs. “Open your legs a little.”

Wen Ci was very slender, and Zhou Wu’s hand could almost cover the side of her thigh. At this moment, due to his excitement, the veins on the back of his hand were slightly raised. His fingers, with clear joints, pressed lightly but firmly into her skin.

The wash basin trembled slightly because of the sound, and Wen Ci parted her legs.

Zhou Wu propped her left leg with his wrist, slightly raising it, while his other hand slipped in as the gap widened.

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Zhou Wu lazily rested one hand on the edge of the sink while his other hand moved intermittently, occasionally fast, occasionally slow, watching Wen Ci’s expression with lowered eyes.

Wen Ci’s shoulders, arms, and back trembled. She couldn’t bear his gaze like this. She controlled herself, leaned up to kiss him, trying to make him close his eyes, but Zhou Wu dodged.

He chuckled in a hoarse voice, “What are you doing, Teacher Wen?”

Wen Ci flinched when he called her. She shook her head in confusion, grabbed his arm, and tried to stop him, “Zhou Wu, stop… you…”

Zhou Wu kissed her, “No rush, you can go first.”

The movie reached its climax, and outside, besides the protagonist’s screams, there was faintly the sound of Dou Yiqing and Qin Yun.

Wen Ci trembled in shame, feeling like she was electrified, eventually collapsing onto Zhou Wu’s chest.

Zhou Wu estimated the time they would take to finish. It might be a bit rushed, so he reached into his pocket for a condom.

Knock knock knock —

The loud knocking at the door stopped Zhou Wu’s movements.

Wen Ci was still somewhat dazed. Hearing the noise, her body immediately stiffened. Her heart, which had just started to calm down, jumped back into her throat. She looked at Zhou Wu in panic.

Zhou Wu wasn’t in a hurry. He just looked annoyed.

He exhaled heavily, ran his hand over Wen Ci’s back to reassure her, and turned to ask, “Who is it?”

“Who else? Big Brother, you’ve been in the bathroom for almost twenty minutes!” Qin Yun asked outside the door.

“What’s it to you?” Zhou Wu replied coldly, “I’m smoking. If you want to use the bathroom, go to the second floor.”

Qin Yun stood with his hands on his hips at the door, “Haven’t you seen Wen Ci? She said she went to get some water but hasn’t come back. She’s not in the kitchen, and her phone is in the living room. Dou Yiqing already went upstairs to look for her.”

Zhou Wu glanced at the person in front of him, giving a half-smile and asking, “Do you think I can see Wen Ci in the bathroom?”

Wen Ci: “…”

Qin Yun paused for a moment, then said, “I see… Stop smoking and come out quickly. The movie’s over. I’ll go upstairs to look for her.”

As soon as Qin Yun’s footsteps faded, Wen Ci tightly grabbed Zhou Wu’s jacket, finally daring to breathe loudly.

Zhou Wu let go of her leg and said, “Let’s go.”

Wen Ci was stunned, her cheeks still flushed. She looked at him blankly and asked, “What about you?”

“One time is not enough.” Zhou Wu picked up his jacket and wrapped it around her, “Go ahead, before they come downstairs.”

“Aren’t you coming out?”

“I,” Zhou Wu leaned against the wall, glanced down, and slowly explained, “If I go out now, I’m afraid I won’t be able to hide it.”

Wen Ci followed his gaze: “…”

After sneaking out of the bathroom, Wen Ci hesitated for a long time but decided to go back to the villa and change into her little bear pajamas.

The nightgown had been lifted for too long, and its hem was wrinkled beyond recognition. Moreover…

When she hurried back, Dou Yiqing and Qin Yun were just coming downstairs.

“You’re back? Why didn’t you say anything? I searched upstairs for half an hour.” Dou Yiqing looked her up and down, “Didn’t you say that dress was wet? Why did you change back?”

“I accidentally got it wet when I was getting the water earlier.” Wen Ci replied hesitantly, her voice weakening by the end.

“Compared to that, this one’s better, so I just changed back into it.”

Dou Yiqing: “……”

Almost twenty minutes later, Zhou Wu finally slowly returned to the living room.

Seeing him, Qin Yun froze for a moment: “Why did you take a shower?”

“Hot,” Zhou Wu replied briefly.

Watching a horror movie in an air-conditioned room, hot?

Just as Qin Yun was about to ask, Zhou Wu lifted his chin slightly: “Move over there.”

Qin Yun was momentarily stunned, then realized he was being asked to sit in the original spot: “Sit here. Isn’t it roomy next to me?”

“You two are too noisy.” Zhou Wu walked towards the other end of the sofa without looking back.

Seeing Zhou Wu approach, Wen Ci silently moved aside to make space.

An ice-cold bottle of mineral water was handed to her, and Zhou Wu calmly said, “Drink some water.”

“……” Staring at Zhou Wu’s fingers gripping the bottle cap for a few seconds, Wen Ci quickly averted her gaze, took it, and said, “Thank you.”

Qin Yun and Dou Yiqing were picking the next movie to watch. When they passed by an old horror movie, Qin Yun said, “Look, this is the movie we watched during the high school sports meet’s late break. It’s all your fault for calling the teacher, making me miss the ending.”

Dou Yiqing rolled her eyes: “I didn’t tell the teacher, how many times do I have to say it? If you don’t believe me, ask Wen Ci.”

Hearing her name, Wen Ci nodded: “Yes, Dou Yiqing didn’t leave her seat that time.”

Qin Yun immediately said, “Well, I didn’t yell that loudly, it was the sports committee member from next door—don’t believe me? Ask Zhou Wu!”

Zhou Wu took a few sips of the ice water, casually saying, “I don’t remember.”

Zhou Wu, of course, didn’t remember, because he skipped the first late study session that day, and as soon as he entered the classroom, the teacher stormed in.

Wen Ci recalled that late study session; she had been too scared to look up at the screen, doing homework by the light of the movie. It wasn’t until the door of the classroom opened, and someone shouted “Zhou Wu,” that she hurriedly looked up and accidentally saw the ghost’s face on the screen. Zhou Wu had already passed by her from the first row, creating a rush of cool wind.

The new movie started, and the soft yellow, warm image reflected on Wen Ci’s face.

The space on this side of the sofa wasn’t as spacious; she and Zhou Wu sat shoulder to shoulder, their bodies intimately pressed together through the thin fabric of their clothes.

Wen Ci twisted open the ice water in her hand, lowered her head to take a small sip, silently savoring the indescribable, unreal feeling of fullness spreading in her heart.