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Zhou Ai was pushed by Chu Yi to take a shower, while Chu Yi stayed alone in the kitchen to "struggle".

Chu Yi looked at the tutorial on her phone and finally managed to make a steamed flounder, along with a plate of stir-fried bok choy and a plate of "failed" sweet and sour pork ribs.

The plate of sweet and sour pork ribs in the middle of the table seemed somewhat out of place to Chu Yi. The sauce was too dark, and the edges even had some ominous charred marks.

Chu Yi's hair was a little messy, and there was still some sauce on her forehead that she had accidentally smeared during the battle.

He looked at the plate of ribs, pursed his lips, and before Zhou Ai came out, he quietly reached out to move it to a corner.

Just as his fingers touched the edge of the plate, another hand with distinct knuckles reached out, covered the back of Chu Yi's hand, and firmly pressed down on the edge of the plate.

Zhou Ai had already taken a shower and changed into a light gray sweatshirt paired with black casual pants. Her hair was half-dry and softly draped over her forehead, and she exuded a refreshing shower gel scent.

He looked down at Chu Yi's somewhat disheveled yet remarkably genuine face, his heart filled with immense satisfaction and affection. He couldn't believe how adorable his Dr. Chu could be.

Zhou Ai smiled, and with a little force, took the plate of "problematic ribs" back and placed it in the center of the dining table.

"Give it to me, let me see if our teacher Chu's cooking skills have improved."

Chu Yi looked at the dark, unappetizing ribs and felt truly embarrassed: "Let's skip it. Fish and vegetables should be just as good..."

Zhou Ai ignored his struggles, put the plate on the table, stood up, grabbed Chu Yi's wrist, and led him to the bathroom without saying a word.

"Wash your hands before eating." He said casually, as if it were the most normal procedure.

Zhou Ai had Chu Yi stand in front of the sink, while he stood behind him, almost encircling him in his arms.

He reached out and gently untied the apron straps on Chu Yi's back, took off the apron stained with cooking oil, and threw it into the laundry basket beside him.

Then, he slowly squeezed some hand sanitizer into Chu Yi's palm, covered it with his own large hand, intertwined his fingers, and rubbed it to create a fine and rich lather.

Zhou Ai lowered her head, focusing intently on carefully cleaning between Chu Yi's fingers and the edges of her nails. The warm water rinsed away the foam, as well as the grease and fatigue clinging to Chu Yi's fingertips.

Chu Yi looked at the scene reflected in the mirror with some amusement—Zhou Ai was personally washing his hands as if taking care of a kindergarten child.

This feeling was actually quite novel for Chu Yi, tinged with a sense of helplessness at being overprotected.

After washing his hands, Zhou Ai wet a towel with hot water and wrung it out until it was half dry. He turned around, bent down slightly to face Chu Yi, and then carefully wiped away the sauce stains from his cheeks and forehead.

"Don't work so hard next time."

Chu Yi enjoyed his meticulous service and subconsciously replied, "It's not tiring at all."

"I feel exhausted," Zhou Ai interrupted him, her tone unusually serious.

He stopped what he was doing, his hand holding the towel hanging at his side, his gaze fixed intently on Chu Yi's eyes. "I don't want you to do these things for me."

Zhou Ai didn't want to see Chu Yi get covered in grease and smoke, looking rather disheveled, all for his sake.

In his heart—

Dr. Chu should always be elegant and composed.

Chu Yi paused slightly, then looked up into Zhou Ai's deep eyes. There was no joking there, only an intense, unwavering seriousness and tenderness.

My heart skipped a beat.

Zhou Ai had long eyelashes that cast a small shadow under the bathroom light, a high nose bridge, and beautiful lips.

No matter how many times Chu Yi sees this face, it will still make her heart flutter.

Chu Yi tiptoed, tilted her head back, and kissed Zhou Ai's slightly pursed lips.

Zhou Ai's gaze froze for a moment, then turned even more intensely towards him.

Their eyes met, and it felt as if an invisible current was passing through the air, causing the temperature to rise subtly.

Chu Yi's clear eyes remained fixed on Zhou Ai. Before he could fully react, her hand, which had just been washed with hot water and still carried the warmth, moisture, and fragrance of hand sanitizer, gently lifted the hem of Zhou Ai's hoodie.

Slightly warm fingertips, followed by a warm and soft palm, gently pressed against Zhou Ai's firm abdominal muscles.

The sudden, unobstructed soft touch made Zhou Ai stiffen, and her abdominal muscles instantly tightened uncontrollably, revealing clear lines.

Chu Yi clearly felt the muscles under his hand tense instantly and the body heat burning.

His gaze remained fixed on Zhou Ai, as if observing his every subtle reaction.

But the hand inside the hoodie began to move restlessly, slowly moving upwards little by little, with a hint of probing and teasing.

Fingertips traced the lines of firm abdominal muscles, feeling the vibrant heat and slight tremors, before finally resting a warm palm on Zhou Ai's chest.

Through a thin layer of skin, the heart beneath his hand pounded violently and uncontrollably, like a drumbeat.

Chu Yi blinked slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips, but enough to make Zhou Ai's rationality crumble.

He asked in a low voice, his warm breath brushing against Zhou Ai's Adam's apple:

"Then... is there anything else you'd like me to do for you?"

As soon as Chu Yi finished speaking those suggestive words, the last trace of restraint in Zhou Ai's eyes completely crumbled.

The next second, the world spun around.

Chu Yi felt a sudden tightening around her waist as Zhou Ai abruptly hoisted her onto his shoulder with one hand.

His stomach was pressed against the hard shoulder bone, and a slight feeling of suffocation came over him. He subconsciously cried out and his hand futilely grabbed the fabric of Zhou Ai's hoodie on the back.

"Zhou Ai!"

Zhou Ai ignored him, her right hand firmly around Chu Yi's waist, and strode across the living room into the bedroom.

Chu Yi was thrown onto the soft mattress rather gently, the elasticity causing his body to bounce slightly.

He had just braced himself on his arms and tried to pull back when a hot hand precisely grabbed his slender ankle.

The force wasn't great, but it carried absolute control, suddenly pulling him back.

"Eh—"

Caught off guard, Chu Yi was easily dragged to the edge of the bed.

As the shadows fell, Zhou Ai leaned down and easily kissed his lips, silencing all his unspoken words.

The kiss started fiercely, but strangely became tender halfway through.

Zhou Ai seemed to want to savor his taste, first lightly and delicately licking the shape of his lips, tracing them with the tip of her tongue, with endless patience and an almost devout tenderness.

But soon, the suppressed desire broke through the shackles, and the kiss became deeper and more intense.

He pried open Chu Yi's teeth, plunged in, and entangled Chu Yi's limp penis, greedily drawing in his essence.

In the quiet room, Chu Yi's suppressed moans were exceptionally clear, accompanied by the wet sound of water, each wisp like a feather scratching at Zhou Ai's nerves.

Zhou Ai held Chu Yi's head firmly with one hand, deepening the kiss, while raising the other hand to completely cover Chu Yi's already watery, unfocused eyes with her warm, large palm.

With sight taken away, other senses are instantly magnified infinitely.

Chu Yi could feel Zhou Ai's scorching breath, burning skin, and lips and tongue that seemed to carry an electric current more clearly.

The kiss moved away from her slightly swollen and red lips, following the delicate lines of her chin, and all the way to her sensitive earlobe.

Zhou Ai held his small earlobe and gently kissed it, arousing a violent shiver in Chu Yi.

Then there's the nape of the neck, that softest and most delicate skin.

Zhou Ai's kisses lingered here, leaving behind warm, wet marks, like a beast marking its possession.

Chu Yi completely melted into a puddle of spring water, her reason was drained away, her body felt as if it were not her own, and she could only helplessly cling to Zhou Ai's shoulder, letting him ignite clusters of flames on her body, her consciousness rising and falling in the tide of passion.

Just as he was about to completely succumb and be swallowed up by desire, Zhou Ai released her hand that was covering his eyes.

The sudden light made Chu Yi squint uncomfortably.

The two briefly locked eyes.

Chu Yi's gaze was unfocused, veiled by a thick layer of tears, her eyes reddened with emotion, as she looked at the man in front of her with a blank and helpless expression.

Zhou Ai's expression, however, was more serious than ever before, his taut jawline showing that he was using immense willpower to restrain something.

His eyes burned with a intensity that seemed to scald you, churning with an almost uncontrollable desire, yet held firmly by something deeper.

He lowered his head and gently kissed Chu Yi's lips, which were already slightly swollen and glistening with moisture from being kissed so much.

He stood up, took a deep breath, bent down, and picked up Chu Yi, who was limp and had a dazed look in her eyes.

Chu Yi subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck.

Zhou Ai supported his buttocks, letting his long legs wrap around her lean waist, holding him steadily like a large pendant, and then turned and walked straight towards the restaurant.

He gently placed Chu Yi on the chair next to the dining table.

Chu Yi's body was still limp, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were wet, and her lips were slightly swollen from being kissed. She sat obediently on the stool, looking at Zhou Ai.

Zhou Ai's Adam's apple bobbed. She looked away and silently picked up Chu Yi's bowl, filled it to the brim with rice, then picked up her chopsticks and carefully placed a few pieces of the tenderest part of the steamed fish belly and a few stalks of bright green bok choy on the rice.

After doing all this, he placed the bowl and chopsticks steadily in front of Chu Yi.

Then he strode to the refrigerator, flung open the door, took out a bottle of ice water, unscrewed the cap, tilted his head back, and gulped down most of the bottle in one go.

Zhou Ai leaned against the refrigerator door, closed her eyes, took several deep breaths, and tried to calm the still turbulent impulses within her body.

Only when he felt the beast that was almost breaking free of its cage had been temporarily calmed down did Zhou Ai take the nearly empty bottle of ice water, walk back to the dining table, and sit down directly opposite Chu Yi.

He picked up his own bowl, filled it with rice, and his gaze fell on the plate of unappealing sweet and sour pork ribs in the middle. Without hesitation, he picked up the darkest piece, put it in his mouth, and chewed it carefully, as if he were savoring some unparalleled delicacy.

Neither of them spoke throughout the entire process.

The only sounds in the restaurant were faint chewing sounds and the heavy breathing of those who had not yet fully calmed down.

Chu Yi smiled faintly as she ate the food in her bowl in small bites.

With each bite, he would raise his head and gaze intently at Zhou Ai, who sat upright opposite him, his eyes darting around and avoiding eye contact.

Seeing his tense and composed demeanor, Chu Yi's smile deepened, like a cat that had successfully stolen some fish, with a hint of cunning and smugness.

Chu Yi deliberately slowed down her chewing, and asked softly in an extremely innocent, slightly aggrieved tone:

"Teacher Zhou, why are you ignoring me?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a tiny hook, precisely scratching at Zhou Ai's heart.

Zhou Ai felt her blood surging, and the anger that had just been barely suppressed by the ice water suddenly flared up again.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and the knuckles of his fingers gripping the chopsticks turned slightly white from the force. He didn't dare look at the person across from him who was smiling like a fairy—the source of all his restlessness and loss of control.

However, the reckless Dr. Chu clearly had no intention of letting him off the hook.

My hands were just getting restless, and now my feet are getting agitated too.

Under the table, Chu Yi quietly took off her slippers, stretched out her toes, and with a slightly cool body temperature and a ticklish sensation, slowly, little by little, moved up the loose cuffs of Zhou Ai's pajamas.

First, it brushed against the taut calf muscles, feeling the momentary stiffness. Then, it lightly grazed the patella, causing Zhou Ai's knee to tremble almost imperceptibly.

Then, those restless toes continued upwards, with a defiant, slow rhythm, gliding over the firm outer muscles of the thigh through the thin fabric of the trousers...

Finally, the toes stopped on the more sensitive and dangerous inner thigh.

!

Zhou Ai shuddered violently, as if struck by lightning.

On the table, Chu Yi's eyes remained clear and innocent, even a little confused, staring straight at him as if the mischievous foot under the table had nothing to do with him.

“Pah!”

With a sharp crack, Zhou Ai slammed the chopsticks in his hand onto the table, the force so great that the bowls and plates shook.

He stood up abruptly, the chair legs scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.

Zhou Ai's face darkened completely, no longer displaying the restrained seriousness of before, but instead carrying a dangerous aura of impending storm.

His eyes were frighteningly dark, churning with a desire and aggression that had been completely ignited and were no longer suppressed.

He walked around the dining table in a few steps, bent down, put one hand under Chu Yi's knees, and put the other hand around his back, and picked him up again without saying a word.

"Why……"

Chu Yi gasped briefly and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

Zhou Ai lowered his head, his gaze fixed intently on the person in his arms, his voice hoarse from extreme restraint and desire:

"Chu Yi, you asked for this."

He carried the person in his arms and strode quickly back to the bedroom, his steps fast and steady, carrying a resolute air of "settling accounts".

I was just thinking that I couldn't let Chu Yi go hungry, so I ate a couple of bites to fill my stomach.

just now……

Screw eating!

Since someone has the energy to provoke him like this, they must not be hungry.

Since he wasn't hungry, Zhou Ai decided to give himself an extra meal.

Zhou Ai slammed the bedroom door shut with her heel, cutting off everything outside.

A faint sob finally escaped from Chu Yi's lips, which were now flushed red from the kiss.

On his delicate collarbone, Zhou Ai had repeatedly imprinted wet, hot marks, like exclusive medals blooming on his slightly undulating skin.

The unbearable tingling sensation made him subconsciously want to curl up and back away, but his slender neck was stretched into an even more beautiful and fragile arc as he leaned back, his hands weakly supporting him behind him, barely managing to withstand Zhou Ai's increasingly intense demands.

However, emotions surged, and reason crumbled.

Later on, even this last support crumbled.

Chu Yi felt her waist go weak and her arms could no longer support her weight, causing her to fall backward in exhaustion.

The expected moment of crashing into the bed did not come.

Zhou Ai knelt on either side of his waist, and just as he sensed that the person beneath him was about to lose his balance, a warm and strong hand timely touched his slightly raised, tense shoulder blades, steadily supporting his backward momentum and bringing him back towards him.

The damp hand lingered on Chu Yi's delicate, tender skin on her back.

Her fingertips slowly traced the alluring curves from her shoulder blades to her waist, each touch sending a shiver down Chu Yi's spine.

Finally, those restless fingers stopped at the edge of the waistband, burning hot, and slowly began to peel away that last, thin layer of defense.

"Zhou...Zhou Ai..."

All of Chu Yi's sobs and broken cries were quietly drowned out and swallowed by Zhou Ai's deeper kisses.

Between their intertwined lips and teeth, each breath felt not like air, but an intensely sweet and irresistible sensation.

As if on a turbulent sea, Chu Yi could only cling tightly to the only piece of driftwood in front of him, surrendering himself completely to the dizzying waves.