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"You're burning up, sweetie."

Zhou Ai's warm breath fell on Chu Yi's ear, and Chu Yi lowered her head, her nose nuzzling against Zhou Ai's neck, feeling the pulse.

Outside the window, light snow was falling, but the temperature inside the room was getting higher and higher.

Chu Yi's sweat dampened the black hair at his forehead, trickling down his temples to his chin... (omitted here)

Follow the rise and fall of the movement.

His breathing was uneven.

Chu Yi didn't say anything. The two looked at each other, and he simply leaned forward and gently kissed Zhou Ai's chin.

The newly grown bluish stubble was a bit prickly, and Chu Yi clicked his tongue impatiently, his brows furrowing slightly, like an offended cat.

Zhou Ai's breathing became heavier instantly. He firmly grasped Chu Yi's slender waist with both hands, his knuckles exerting a slight force.

Her gaze remained calm as she looked deeply into Chu Yi's eyes, carefully tracing the slightly reddened corners of his eyes and the lingering marks from last night.

Zhou Ai unconsciously increased the pressure on his hands, but his expression remained restrained as he quietly watched how the person on top of him gradually ignited flames within him.

Chu Yi seemed to be aroused by his calmness and had a competitive spirit. He hooked his arms around the back of Zhou Ai's head and pulled him towards him until their noses touched lightly and their breaths mingled.

Chu Yi looked down at Zhou Ai's eyes, which were so close to his own, and suddenly smiled. He leaned in and planted a kiss on Zhou Ai's tightly pursed lips.

"I want..."

His voice was low and husky, with the languor of someone who had just woken up and a deliberate seduction, the last syllable drawn out like a hook.

Zhou Ai's Adam's apple bobbed violently, the muscles in the arms wrapped around his waist tensed, and his voice was hoarse beyond recognition, each word seeming to be squeezed out from his burning chest: "What do you want?"

Seeing Zhou Ai's desperate attempt to restrain himself, Chu Yi's smile deepened. He deliberately paused for a moment, savoring Zhou Ai's tense anticipation, before slowly, with a hint of coquetry, stating his true request:

I want you to sing for me.

"...?"

The surging emotions in Zhou Ai's eyes froze for a moment, as if she hadn't expected this answer.

But he quickly realized what was happening, leaned in and kissed Chu Yi's lips, as if savoring candy, before pressing his forehead against Chu Yi's and asking, "Which song should I sing?"

Chu Yi rested her chin on Zhou Ai's broad shoulder, her cheek pressed against the warm skin of his neck. After thinking seriously for two seconds, she whispered, "Closure."

Zhou Ai nodded without asking any further questions. She simply raised her hand and gently stroked Chu Yi's soft black hair, then slowly slid her palm down the curve of the back of Chu Yi's head, along the clearly defined spine.

The room was quiet, with only the sound of their intertwined breathing.

Zhou Ai cleared her throat and whispered a deep, gentle voice close to Chu Yi's ear.

"Did we both fall in love..."

Have we both fallen in love?

"Before we were ready?"

Before we are ready?

"Or did we both give up..."

Or perhaps we both chose to give up…

Chu Yi closed her eyes, leaning against Zhou Ai's chest in complete relaxation, feeling the steady caresses and soft singing from behind.

Zhou Ai sang, but his gaze remained fixed on Chu Yi's quiet and dependent profile. Seeing Chu Yi with her eyes closed, leaning against his chest with complete trust and without any defenses, softened his heart.

"Teacher Zhou."

Chu Yi gently called to Zhou Ai, interrupting Zhou Ai's singing.

"Um? "

Zhou Ai lowered her head slightly and nuzzled Chu Yi's head.

"If you sing for me alone, do I need to buy a ticket?"

Chu Yi remained pressed against Zhou Ai's chest, but the cunning glint in her eyes was impossible to conceal as she looked up at Zhou Ai with sparkling eyes.

Suddenly, the world spun around them, and their positions were reversed.

The soft mattress sank in, forming a snuggling nest that tightly enveloped the two of them.

.........

It tugged at Zhou Ai's nerves.

....

From the slightly rising and falling chest... (500 words omitted)

Chu Yi's hands unconsciously dug into Zhou Ai's hair, and she felt a slight pain when she pulled on it.

The slight pain, however, made Zhou Ai—

Even more excited.

……..omitted

broken,

seductive

It became increasingly viscous.

Then they were all swallowed up by Zhou Ai.

The intense and direct stimulation almost made Chu Yi jump up, but she was firmly restrained by the person on top of her.

Chu Yi suddenly increased the pressure on Zhou Ai's hair.

The instep instantly straightened, and the toes curled up in discomfort.

But Zhou Ai didn't stop until Chu Yi obediently leaned against his chest, panting slightly, before he finally stopped.

From the highest peaks of the clouds, they were pulled into the deepest depths of the ocean in the next instant.

at this point---

Zhou Ai became the only piece of driftwood he could cling to.

Like a fish out of the water.

Everything flickered in and out of focus.

Chu Yi was completely exhausted.

My whole body felt limp, as if all my bones had been removed.

His chest heaved violently, and his heart rate soared.

Her gaze was unfocused as she stared at the ceiling, only her fine eyelashes still trembling slightly from the lingering sensation.

Zhou Ai raised his head, his lips glistening with moisture. He leaned over, ignoring the mess on the sheets, and pulled the limp woman into his arms.

Over and over again, in that husky, incredibly sexy voice, she whispered sweetly:

"Good baby..."

"Good baby..."

Exhausted, Chu Yi was easily turned around by Zhou Ai, who said, "Look at me obediently..."

Chu Yi opened his eyes, and two tears rolled down the corners of his eyes. He heard him say again, "Good girl...forget about all the unhappy things..."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

After taking a shower, Chu Yi was still damp all over. She was wearing only a loose black silk shirt by Zhou Ai, the hem of which just covered her upper thighs. She wasn't wearing anything underneath.

He leaned lazily against the foot of the bed, his slightly damp black hair plastered to his forehead, and the corners of his eyes were still flushed from the heat, like he had applied the finest rouge.

Zhou Ai came over with a soft, dry towel and naturally offered to dry his hair.

The towel was gently placed over Chu Yi's head, but it blocked Chu Yi's view of her phone.

"Tsk—"

Chu Yi's spoiled, cat-like temper was instantly reignited.

He raised his smooth instep in dissatisfaction and placed it against Zhou Ai's approaching waist and abdomen, stopping his movement.

"Dry your hair." Zhou Ai's tone remained gentle.

"It'll be dry in a bit." Chu Yi's mind was still on her phone, so she gave a perfunctory reply, her fingers flying across the screen.

He was replying to Cheng Yanqing's message, which said that Cheng Zhi had gotten very angry after returning home, and Chu Ruoyin had also called Chu Yi many times, but he didn't answer any of them.

Chu Yi's attention was entirely focused on the phone screen as she typed away.

Zhou Ai came closer with the towel, but Chu Yi cleverly changed the angle of her phone, just in time to avoid his movements.

Young Master Zhou stood still, raising an eyebrow.

It seems language is useless now.

He simply bent down and leaned in, precisely capturing those lips that were slightly pursed because of their focus, and gave them a solid kiss, making a crisp sound.

"Want to do it again?" He pressed his forehead against Chu Yi's, his voice low and seductive, hinting at the "punishments" that had made Chu Yi's legs go weak and face blush in the bathroom earlier.

Chu Yi paused in his typing, recalling how he almost couldn't breathe in the bathroom and could only rely on him. He nearly shuddered and immediately became obedient, putting down his phone and letting Zhou Ai wrap his hair in a towel and gently rub it.

He then picked up his phone again and continued replying to Cheng Yanqing.

"Who are you messaging?"

"A random man?"

"Let me see?"

While gently drying his hair, Young Master Zhou slowly asked three questions in a row. As he finished the last question, he naturally leaned over, wanting to see Chu Yi's phone screen.

Chu Yi reacted extremely quickly, flipping her wrist and directly pinning the phone screen to her lap.

"Checking up on him?" Chu Yi raised her eyes, looking at him with a half-smile. After speaking, she very naturally extended her palm towards Zhou Ai, hooking her slender fingers and raising an eyebrow in a gesture—

If anyone's going to check, it'll be me first. Give me your phone.

Zhou Ai looked at his self-righteous yet cunning little face, smiled unconcerned, reached out and rubbed his half-dry hair. Feeling that it was mostly dry, she turned around, walked to the sofa, picked up her phone, and tossed it to Chu Yi without hesitation.

"There's no password," he said calmly.

After saying that, Zhou Ai went to the wardrobe and found a new pair of soft wool socks. She returned to the bedside, knelt on one knee, took Chu Yi's slightly cool ankles, and carefully helped him put on the socks to make sure he wouldn't catch a cold. Then she turned around and began to skillfully fold the clean clothes that she had just brought in.

Chu Yi propped her head up with one hand, watching with great curiosity.

Zhou Ai always acts like an "unreliable," "unruly," and "free-spirited" domineering young master when she's out in public, but at home, she's a complete "fairy godmother."

He takes care of almost all the housework, from cooking and mopping the floor to washing clothes and even bathing him.

Chu Yi belatedly realized that her previously suppressed "little temper tantrums" had become increasingly apparent under Zhou Ai's meticulous care and indulgence—picky eating, lack of exercise, and morning grumpiness...

He twirled Zhou Ai's phone in his hand, and the screen, which had no password, easily entered the homepage.

The lock screen still had the original wallpaper that came with the iPhone, but the wallpaper on the home screen made Chu Yi pause for a moment.

I don't know when Zhou Ai secretly took that picture of him.

In the photo, he is sound asleep, nestled in a soft pillow. The gentle morning light outlines his peaceful sleeping face. His eyelashes, like two small fans, cast faint shadows. The corners of his mouth are unconsciously slightly upturned, making him appear completely unguarded and exceptionally tender.

He actually used such a photo as his desktop wallpaper.

Chu Yi felt as if the softest feather had gently brushed against his heart, and an indescribable, warm current instantly filled his chest. He looked up at the tall and reliable figure who was facing away from him, carefully folding clothes.

Zhou Ai seemed to sense something and turned around, just in time to meet Chu Yi's gaze, which he hadn't had time to look away from.

He smiled, a hint of roguishness in his eyes: "How was it? Got anything from your check-up? Hey, did you catch anything?"

Chu Yi didn't answer, but gently placed his phone aside and then stretched out her hands towards him, as if asking for a hug.

Zhou Ai immediately put down the clothes in her hand, took a few steps to the bedside, and hugged him and the blanket together.

"Zhou Ai." Chu Yi buried her face in the crook of his neck, her voice muffled.

"Um?"

"It's nothing," Chu Yi tightened her arms around his waist, "I just suddenly wanted to hug you."