Chu Yao now had to control her gaze, which was threatening to wander, to avoid any misunderstanding.
The moment Zhou Wenshi stood up, she couldn't help but sneak a glance downward… it seemed like… nothing?
Oh, good.
She'd almost thought Zhou Wenshi was about to embarrass himself.
Chu Yao let out a strange sigh of relief.
Awkward.
Thankfully, nothing more embarrassing had happened.
The moment she finished exhaling, Zhou Wenshi looked straight at her. "You were…?"
His brows and eyes were cool and clear, his features handsome, standing there like a green pine. His gaze shifted between Chu Yao and himself, not understanding what was going on.
He didn't hide this confusion either, expressing it plainly.
Chu Yao stared at his face, which had nothing to do with carnal desire. "…"
How was she supposed to explain this without causing a misunderstanding?
Haha, hahaha, she really had no idea. Help!
Chu Yao pressed her lips together, squeezing them, her cheeks puffing left and right, maintaining a strange silence. Zhou Wenshi's puzzled look grew, wondering what was wrong with her.
Chu Yao: "…"
Thinking, thinking, her brain was spinning at lightning speed. Help, help—someone come save her!!
Chu Yao let out a "ha," then expressionlessly finished her laugh, her brain and mouth fighting each other: "I-I was looking at your complexion. It's a bit… too healthy."
She knew it was a terrible excuse, but she was out of options.
She was already sweating profusely. A tiny Chu Yao was frantically wiping sweat in her mind.
Zhou Wenshi didn't understand. "Oh."
He recalled where Chu Yao's gaze had landed. At first, he hadn't thought much of it, until he simulated standing in her position and looked at himself.
Wasn't that… wasn't that—
Zhou Wenshi's mind exploded. A shiver shot up his spine, his back tensing, his jaw tightening.
She… wanted… wanted to do that with him? In the morning? Now?
His palms grew sweaty, his throat parched. A heat that couldn't be extinguished suddenly surged forth, powerful and fervent, burning through his reason. The side of his neck grew hot, then his chest, spreading like wildfire.
He tried to stay calm, suppressing his unnatural expression, his fingertips curling slightly, still managing to state the most crucial fact: "My, my body… is very healthy."
His mind was running hot now, his whole being was, his reason insufficient, his thoughts scorched slower than usual. He didn't know what else he needed to say.
Just this hint of implication left him unsettled, but also at a loss, and expectant.
He didn't resist intimacy, even the most intimate of gestures.
Even if they hadn't known each other on the first day, if she pulled him away, kissed him, touched him, and even that, he wouldn't refuse. He would only… comply.
Let her have him.
The very act itself already represented everything.
Zhou Wenshi swallowed, maintaining his cool expression, speaking somewhat stiffly: "We can… talk… as we walk."
More private details weren't appropriate to display openly. He had no exhibitionist tendencies; he only wanted to tell her alone.
Wait, once they got to the hotel, she could do whatever she wanted. He… he would go along with it.
Zhou Wenshi thought about how Chu Yao would kiss him, touch him, and also… He couldn't help but blush, and he was actually a little eager—would she go even further?
Mark him as hers.
Tell everyone he belonged to her.
He was willing, very willing.
He was already thinking about which hotel would be the best to book.
There needed to be a good atmosphere, a good room layout, and good scenery—suitable for subsequent rest and relaxation, to soothe the body and mind.
Zhou Wenshi's breathing was a bit unnatural, and his whole body felt hot. "Let's… let's go."
Chu Yao was also a bit unnatural. "Th-then let's go, w-we'll talk about it later, talk about it later."
She gave an awkward smile.
This kind of thing just wasn't suitable for discussing out in public.
If someone else overheard, what face would Zhou Wenshi have left? He'd only *ed, not turned into a pervert.
Chu Yao hadn't even fully processed it yet, but she was already feeling embarrassed on his behalf. She grabbed him. "L-let's hurry, it's n-not really convenient here."
It really wasn't convenient, since it was something more intimate.
Zhou Wenshi let himself be pulled along without resistance.
"Okay."
Zhou Wenshi tightened his grip on her palm. It was warm, and his thoughts began to drift.
Would she be as warm as the first day he met her?
Would her whole body be fragrant, pressing against him, and then…
Would she touch him? Would she touch…
Zhou Wenshi felt like he had returned to that night.
Her fragrance had come close first. The only difference was that she had stopped, but he couldn't hold back—he pressed in, drinking in the scent that belonged to her.
Completing that unfinished kiss.
Their breaths had also been exchanged.
He was actually a little out of control.
Not enough, not enough—he wanted… more.
He drank her in frantically, swallowed greedily—everything about her, he wanted to swallow it all down.
The warm fragrance spread to his shoulders, wrapping around him completely.
His whole body was steeped in her warm scent, and he was drunk on it, his thoughts muddled.
He was… hers.
Stamped with a seal, declaring ownership.
Just thinking about it made Zhou Wenshi burn with heat, his head spinning, his heart pounding wildly, his blood suddenly surging with restlessness.
He was a little restless, letting her hold his hand.
Chu Yao felt her palm burning and was startled. "S-s…" Damn! Zhou Wenshi's body temperature spiked this fast?!
Could it be that this wasn't heat, but a fever?
She whipped her head around, uncertain and alarmed. This complexion… this complexion… was it really a fever?
His whole body was like a boiled shrimp, flushed with a layer of pink. Even his lips were redder, a hint of vivid color on his lip bead. When he looked at her, there was a layer of mist in his eyes that couldn't be brushed away.
Subtle, entangling.
Exactly like the scene in her dream.
Chu Yao was startled. "A-are you… are you okay?"
How could Zhou Wenshi's heat hit so violently? Damn! Damn, this was way too much!
What was she supposed to do? She had no experience with this!!
Chu Yao didn't dare touch him, afraid he might * at any second.
Zhou Wenshi said slowly, "…Mm."
Chu Yao already sensed something was off. She quickly pressed her fingers to his pulse. Her medical skills had been neglected for a long time, but she still had some knack for pulse-taking left—she could tell whether it was a fever.
"S-s…" His heart was beating so fast, and the fire inside him was blazing. It was obvious he needed an outlet.
Oh my god.
Chu Yao withdrew her hand tremblingly and carefully suggested, "Should I take you back to the dorm?"
"No," he heard her clearly, his voice muffled, "let's go to a hotel."
Chu Yao had no objection. "Fine."
She thought to herself, Zhou Wenshi was oddly particular—he had to go to a hotel to do his handiwork, unwilling to make do in the dorm.
He couldn't just go to a hotel every time he wanted to do handiwork, right? That would mean holding it in the whole way, which wasn't good for body or mind.
Thinking of this, her expression turned strange, and from a doctor's perspective, she advised him, "Actually, the environment isn't that important. You can't, can't keep doing that all the time. When you need to relax, you should relax. Doing it too much isn't good either."
In such a public place, she couldn't be too direct—she had to be tactful.
Chu Yao felt rather awkward herself. Who would have thought she'd run into this kind of situation first thing in the morning?
Zhou Wenshi was unexpectedly insistent: "No, the environment matters."
The first time shouldn't be just anywhere.
He didn't care for himself, but he couldn't disrespect her.
Seeing how determined he was, Chu Yao had no choice but to say, "Fine, then bear with it. I know you're not feeling great right now, and honestly, I understand."
Zhou Wenshi said in a low voice, "It's okay. Not that bad."
What if she thought he lacked experience and the experience wouldn't be good?
He didn't want to be looked down on.
Even if… even if he knew nothing the first time, he would improve quickly. He was a fast learner and could definitely satisfy her.
His voice grew even softer: "…Don't despise me." Like a whimpering kitten, pitiful and endearing.
Chu Yao: ?
She didn't understand and felt something was off: "It's fine. Why would I despise you?"
It couldn't be that he finished too quickly, felt embarrassed, and was worried about losing face?
This topic—she couldn't really comfort him about it. It was too private.
Whatever. She'd see how things went when the time came.
If he really did finish too fast.
She'd say it was normal for guys, and plenty of girls would still like him.
If he was normal.
Then there was no need to comfort him. If he was normal, why the hell would she need to comfort him!
And if he lasted a long time, well… no need to praise that, right?
Chu Yao had it all figured out. She felt grounded and calmed down. All that was left was getting him to the hotel.
Chu Yao's gaze was sincere. Zhou Wenshi's ears burned as he shyly promised, "I-I'll work hard."
Chu Yao: ?
It wasn't her imagination—something really was off.
She said, "Oh."
Her tone was rather cold. Zhou Wenshi thought, she doesn't believe me.
Without proof in front of her, it was hard to gain her trust.
It was normal that she didn't believe him.
Many people didn't perform well their first time.
He'd never done it, so he couldn't guarantee he'd be great.
Zhou Wenshi had heard that many people didn't last long their first time. He didn't know how long he'd last—he'd never even relieved himself.
He'd never been interested in such things. He'd never even done it manually, nor had he ever dreamed about anyone.
The only time—it was after he'd seen her.
Hazy and indistinct.
She sat casually on the bed, looking at him. He couldn't help himself and pressed close, trapping her between himself and the wall.
His lips wandered along the side of her neck.
His hand held her wrist.
But he didn't kiss her. He only brushed close, leaning in to speak to her.
He caught the scent of warmth and wanted to breathe it in more, burying his face in her shoulder and neck, inhaling again and again.
It was what he'd wanted to do from the very first day.
He wanted to know if reality would be the same—warm and fragrant.
But in reality, he couldn't. So he could only be a little more unrestrained in his dreams.
He trapped her, breathed her in, but didn't kiss her.
Even in a dream, he couldn't bear to force anything.
He thought such things should happen when two people were deeply in love, not one-sided.
He didn't want it to be one-sided.
He hoped it would be her instinctive desire.
He wouldn't let her desire go unfulfilled.
Now, she wanted to be with him—of course he was willing.
Zhou Wenshi lowered his eyes: "I called a ride."
Chu Yao: "Fast enough. Good, good."
Zhou Wenshi even handed her his phone, speaking slowly: "Which one is suitable?"
Chu Yao: ?
She looked at the screen showing room types, and a subtle feeling rose in her heart. Why was he showing her this?
He was going to do some handicraft work, so why did he need her to look at room types?
No.
Something wasn't quite right about this.
He… trusted her way too much, didn't he?
Chu Yao didn't interpret it as the two of them going to a hotel room together—she relied entirely on her trust in the male lead's upright character, and her conviction that the male lead would only ever have intimate contact with the female lead.
She wasn't sure: "I—I get to choose?"
Zhou Wenshi gave a soft hum of affirmation, the warmth on his face never fading.
Chu Yao: "…" This—
She probed cautiously: "Do you… have trouble making decisions?"
Otherwise she couldn't figure it out—if he was doing handicraft work, why would he have her pick a room?
Did he really not keep anything from outsiders anymore?
Chu Yao couldn't help feeling shocked inside.
He really didn't treat her like an outsider at all.
Surely he wasn't going to let her watch the live demonstration next, right? That—that really wouldn't be necessary. That would be way too unguarded around an outsider.
It shouldn't come to that. No, no, no.
Although this already showed he didn't consider her an outsider, this level was still too much.
Absolutely mind-blowing.
Zhou Wenshi stammered: "Sort of."
There was nothing more to say—Chu Yao already understood. Since that was the case, she would step up without hesitation.
After comparing the options in the car, she ultimately chose a king room with a living room.
She absolutely did not want to see anything she shouldn't see, or any things she shouldn't witness.
Chu Yao shoved the phone back, feeling a bit awkward: "I'll help you pick this time, but next time… next time don't call me for this. It's kind of embarrassing."
Zhou Wenshi's eyes shimmered with dark ripples, and as he leaned back in the seat, there was an indescribable allure about him—like something had been kneaded open, slowly blooming.
He said: "Okay."
Chu Yao felt that even a single glance was a sin, so she could only turn her head, face the window, and watch the scenery pass by.
She silently recited: Buddha, have mercy.
Next time, there was no need to notify her about this kind of activity. She didn't want to participate for now.
He could just do his handicraft work in secret—there was no need to be this loyal to her.
Chu Yao's heart was in turmoil as she counted the minutes, thinking: why haven't we reached the hotel yet? She wanted to get out of the car quickly, didn't want to stay cooped up with Zhou Wenshi.
So hard to endure.
Zhou Wenshi could only see Chu Yao's indistinct profile reflected on the car window.
Her brows were like a landscape painting, her lips still pale, not particularly moist—a light, faint red that carried a quiet fragrance, like a flower petal, serene and subtle, giving off a delicate scent.
If he kissed her, would it be warm?
…Could he draw a little bit of that warmth from within?
Would she kiss him the way he kissed her?
Zhou Wenshi was already burning hot, his heart racing fast, and now he could barely hear anything from the outside world. Everything that was about to happen made him anticipate it involuntarily.
His blood was boiling.
Finally, they reached their destination. Chu Yao didn't want to linger at all—she opened the car door, stepped out quickly, and shut it behind her.
Zhou Wenshi on the other side followed right after.
She entered the hotel, and he called out to join her together.
Chu Yao couldn't help but stiffen for a moment—he really was letting her be there?
Chu Yao fell into an odd silence.
Fortunately, she had a contingency plan—thank goodness she'd actually chosen the room type with a living room.
After checking in, Chu Yao stepped into the elevator with him. The silence was so unusual that she felt uncomfortable, glancing left and right but never at him.
Zhou Wenshi didn't look at her either. Now that they were almost there, he couldn't help feeling a bit nervous.
He was severely lacking in experience in this area.
Chu Yao felt like she was half-dead.
Even though he was Zhou Wenshi, she really didn't want to watch. She wanted to respect his privacy.
Zhou Wenshi said in a low voice: "Almost there."
Chu Yao: "…" Mm… I know you're almost there—once we get in, you can start. But there's really no need to keep me updated on that.
My ears are ears too, and my life is a life too—ahhhh!!
Chu Yao didn't know what expression to make, so she said flatly, "Okay, I understand."
When they swiped open the room, it was spacious and bright, fully equipped with a sofa, table and chairs, and a TV.
Chu Yao found it unexpectedly nice and gradually calmed down. In the future, when traveling, she might book this type of room—it was comfortable to stay in.
As for money, there was no need to worry.
The ten million was still unspent.
Even if she really used it all up later, she could just earn more.
Money was meant to be spent, after all.
Life was all about the experience.
Chu Yao surveyed the surroundings, quite satisfied, then turned her head to see Zhou Wenshi still standing there. "Aren't you going to take care of your own business first?"
Zhou Wenshi understood—she meant he should shower first.
He said, "Okay."
He headed toward the bathroom, and soon the sound of water came from within.
Chu Yao sat in the living room, thinking about where she wanted to go on her next day off.
She wanted to enjoy this type of room too. In the past, she'd only ever stayed in standard king rooms—she'd never stayed in such a large one.
Staying alone in it would definitely be amazing.
She didn't know how long Zhou Wenshi would take. Now that they'd finally reached their destination, they could go all out.
Going by the typical male lead setup in web novels, his stamina was probably considerable. She'd better think about what to eat first.
Chu Yao picked up her phone and started browsing food delivery options. After riding in the car the whole way, she was actually a bit hungry.
She browsed intently, not even noticing when the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. Only when a sudden wave of moisture and warm breath emanated from beside her did she instinctively turn her head. "Did you fin—"
Zhou Wenshi sat down close to her. His bathrobe wasn't pulled tight, faintly revealing his collarbones and the fair skin of his chest. Water droplets rolled down, the bare skin alluring, carrying a seductive quality that made one want to kiss him. His chest muscles happened to be slightly defined, more like an invisible invitation—to pull open his robe and do whatever she wanted to him.
It seemed… he had lean muscle, well-proportioned and firm.
The lines weren't bad, and the shape was nice.
Chu Yao: "…"
She paused. "Aren't you sitting a little too close?"
She could even see inside!
She silently pulled his robe closed for him. "You didn't fasten it properly. Next time, don't come out without pulling it tight—that's not good. Let me zip it up for you."
Zhou Wenshi: "…"
She looked at him with satisfaction, seeing that the chest that shouldn't be exposed was now perfectly covered. "That's much better."
He glanced at her again, noticing the food pictures on her delivery app. "Do you want to eat something first?"
Chu Yao: "Yeah. After the ride over here, I digested a bit. I figured the time ahead would be long, so I should have something to line my stomach first."
Zhou Wenshi understood—if it was too short, she wouldn't be satisfied.
The question was, how long would it need to be for her to be satisfied?
He could only be sure that his size probably wouldn't be too disappointing. As for duration… he wasn't certain.
Everything still needed to prioritize her comfort.
Zhou Wenshi said, "Okay."
Chu Yao: "Then do you want to eat something later?"
Zhou Wenshi: "No."
Chu Yao: "Alright, I'll order."
Zhou Wenshi wasn't in a hurry at the moment. "Okay."
Chu Yao ordered a pizza. While it was on its way, she looked at Zhou Wenshi, who still hadn't moved, and hesitated for a second. "You… aren't going to get busy?"
He couldn't possibly be waiting until her delivery arrived to start, right? That wouldn't be necessary—she didn't want to make the man hold it in until he got sick.
Zhou Wenshi lowered his eyes. "I'll wait a bit longer."
Chu Yao looked at him with a puzzled expression. "You need to wait for this too?"
Zhou Wenshi hummed in acknowledgment. "Until you finish eating."
Chu Yao thought to herself, well, you're going to be waiting a while, then.
Her expression was strange as she urged him, "Maybe you shouldn't wait any longer. You'll hurt yourself if you hold it in too long."
Zhou Wenshi's face bore an unnatural flush. "It's… it's fine."
Chu Yao looked at him like he was some kind of deity and gave him a thumbs up. "You're something else."
No wonder you're the male lead—truly different from ordinary people.
While waiting, Chu Yao occasionally glanced at a certain part of him, then looked at his face to see if he seemed okay. She felt a bit awkward asking, "Are you… really sure you're fine?"
It wasn't that she had no curiosity, but asking would make her seem weird.
Chu Yao had her pride.
Directly looking at a guy's * down there was still way beyond her scope.
Zhou Wenshi's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes shimmering with a liquid gleam. His bathrobe inadvertently loosened a little more, revealing glimpses of his chest and abdominal muscles, with more visible further down.
He whispered by her ear, "You can… touch it too, if you want."
Chu Yao was so startled she fumbled her phone, dropping it onto the sofa.
What the hell is he saying?!
Chu Yao was so shocked her fingers trembled.
"Y-you, y-y-y-you—" She was completely stammering.
He acted as if she hadn't just heard that utterly explosive question, calm and composed, eyes glistening, lips parting as he repeated it once more.
"…Want to touch?"