Ye Zhengchen slightly bowed to her, unusually polite. “Hello!”
“Hello!” Yu Yin replied with a polite smile, extending her hand.
Ye Zhengchen touched her fingertips and immediately let go, as proper as could be.
I was very satisfied!
After falling in love with him, I realized it was different from what I thought. He did puzzling things, such as:
He often stood me up, turned off his phone, and made me wait in a coffee shop for an hour, then claimed he didn’t remember making plans with me.
Another time, he promised to take me out, only to cancel minutes later.
He seemed mentally fatigued, easily startled awake from dreams. When he woke, he would hold me tightly and kiss me fiercely.
Lingling warned, “This seems like a sign of a third party. Be careful.”
I said: “No way. If he had another woman, he would definitely tell me!”
I believed him, always believed!
Sunset, evening. In the misty bathroom, a faint lavender fragrance lingered. I lay in the bathtub, letting warm water wash over my naked body, easing subtle muscle aches.
Ye Zhengchen sat on the edge, lifting my leg and scooping bath salts into his palm. He gently massaged my calves, which had been standing for six hours.
Watching him, with his lowered brow and gentle smile, as the scrub particles dissolved under his touch, I felt every aching muscle relax. Trading three sexual encounters for such enjoyment was worth it!
As he massaged, his hot palm shifted from rub to caress, warm currents invading my rationality.
“Hey!” I kicked him. “Be professional. Don’t take advantage of me.”
He shook his head and began pressing my acupoints. A sharp pain shot up my calf.
“Ah!” I couldn’t help but scream.
He looked at me tenderly, sighed softly, and placed a hot towel on my leg, pressing on my acupoints.
“Sweetie…” he called, his voice slightly hoarse. “Quit your job. Such high work intensity can lead to bone diseases.”
“If I quit, how will I pay my tuition?”
“I’ll help with next semester’s tuition. Just stop working.”
I rested my arm on the bathtub’s edge and threw him a flirtatious glance. “Sorry, this girl only sells her art, not her body!”
He looked up with a mocking smile. “With that little ‘skill’, you think you can sell your art?”
