“I haven’t done anything bad yet, so why are your legs already weak?”

Capitalists have always been best at exploitation.

And unscrupulous capitalists like Zhou Shiyu naturally don’t understand satisfaction. The man was like a skilled and experienced hunter, methodically drawing his prey into a carefully laid net. When the sheep walked into the tiger’s mouth, he would then leisurely savor and devour it bit by bit.

Sheng Sui was that lamb completely stripped clean, not even bone fragments left to await slaughter.

Whether planned or coincidental, Zhou Shiyu’s car happened to be parked in a corner position of the underground garage. One had to take seven turns and eight bends after exiting the elevator to find it, with emptiness all around and no one else present.

Sheng Sui was led by the man’s hand all the way, only feeling her heartbeat growing faster.

When they stopped at the car door, Zhou Shiyu no longer gentlemanly opened the car door for her as usual, but directly sat in the driver’s seat. Before she could react, he pulled Sheng Sui’s slender waist toward him.

The gentle yet irrefutable cold woody fragrance hit her nostrils.

The two hid in a secluded place for pleasurable activities. If Zhou Shiyu was the mastermind committing crimes, then Sheng Sui was the half-willing, half-reluctant accomplice.

Even the most spacious luxury car couldn’t accommodate two people in one seat, and though Zhou Shiyu could have adjusted his seat back, he insisted on crowding with Sheng Sui in the small enclosed space, wanting her to sit on his lap in his embrace.

Sheng Sui considered herself not conservative, but sitting on her husband’s lap in the car, bending down to kiss, and listening to the entangled watery sounds – this was still too stimulating for her.

When the man’s thin lips sealed hers, Sheng Sui finally belatedly sensed a trace of fear. Her thin shoulders trembled continuously, and her hands, having lost their support, could only rest on the man’s chest, occasionally letting out half-sinking, half-pleasurable whimpers from her throat.

She instinctively wanted to escape but couldn’t find a way out. The thin air bit by bit eroded her limited consciousness. Finally, in her dazed state, distinctly jointed large hands comfortingly patted her back.

Zhou Shiyu rarely showed a few traces of mercy. His nimble fingers slowly wandered over her spine, which was forced to arch due to kissing, like a swimming snake.

Soon, the man was no longer satisfied with shallow tastes. Sheng Sui only felt a slight coolness on her right shoulder. From the corner of her eye, she saw Zhou Shiyu bent over her shoulder, his teeth pressing against her fragile skin and collarbone.

The stinging pain stimulated her nerves. Sheng Sui murmured: “It hurts…”

“Sheng Sui, you have a mole here on your collarbone,” the man raised his head and sat up straight. The close-range confrontation magnified the oppressive feeling several times. “Very beautiful.”

Zhou Shiyu gently helped Sheng Sui arrange her collar, tilting his head to drop a feather-light kiss on her lips, saying in a low voice:

“On our wedding day during our first video call, I wanted to do this.”

Steal her breath, taste the sweetness of her lips and teeth, nibble her delicate neck and shoulder bones.

But he was afraid of startling her.

Zhou Shiyu’s fingertip stroked her wet, soft, and swollen lower lip. The violent factors in his body were suppressed as he returned to being a graceful gentleman, considerately asking:

“…Not afraid.”

Sheng Sui blushed, her voice hoarse: “…I just need some time to adapt.”

She vaguely sensed that her husband wasn’t a gentle, refined good man, but a predator skilled at hiding his ambitions. What the man wanted wasn’t to take by force, but to make her willingly walk into the tender trap he had laid.

And Sheng Sui had indeed done just that.

Naturally, they didn’t finish watching the latter half of the movie. When Sheng Sui opened the visor mirror to look at her lips, she refused to go back no matter what.

Zhou Shiyu naturally complied with her wishes, carrying her back to the passenger seat, personally fastening Sheng Sui’s seatbelt, then driving home.

Only the poor popcorn was left forgotten and alone in the cinema.

After returning home early, they set about preparing dinner. Still, Zhou Shiyu was the main chef while Sheng Sui helped on the side, occasionally handing her husband seasonings.

While washing vegetables, Zhou Shiyu’s sleeves slipped down. Seeing his inconvenience, Sheng Sui stepped forward to help. Before she could get close, the man first placed the vegetables in the water basin, his wet hands pulling his sleeves up a bit, revealing his bony wrists and an obviously expensive watch on his wrist bone.

In her memory, Zhou Shiyu had indeed been wearing a wristwatch since their first meeting, and various famous watches were also displayed in the central showcase of the walk-in closet.

Sheng Sui lowered her eyes, carefully examining Zhou Shiyu’s watch for the first time, always feeling something was strange.

After a moment, she realized – the watch band the man wore was much wider than any she had seen before, apparently a custom style.

Moreover, the band was fastened very tightly, the platinum material fitting seamlessly against his skin, leaving no gaps.

Seeming to sense her gaze, Zhou Shiyu said flatly without looking up: “Help me get the soy sauce.”

Sheng Sui quickly turned around: “Oh, okay.”

The man was as efficient as always, soon bringing three dishes and a soup to the table, untying his apron and pulling out a chair across from Sheng Sui.

When handing over the porcelain bowl containing fruit, Zhou Shiyu explained gently: “I’m going to make a new dessert later, so I weighed less fruit for you tonight.”

Sheng Sui looked down at the peeled, cored, and diced apples in the bowl, unable to tell the weight at all, and couldn’t help but pause.

In just a few short days since moving in, as long as she ate at home, she had never actively calculated carbohydrate intake again.

As if she had already tacitly accepted that Zhou Shiyu would prepare everything for her.

This subconscious dependence wasn’t without its dangers, but the man’s silent consideration and care permeated every detail of life, making even the most independent person unconsciously want to rely and rest.

Sheng Sui had only taken two bites when she saw Zhou Shiyu place steamed vegetable meatballs into her bowl. She suddenly remembered seeing similar ones in a student’s lunch box before.

When students were picky and didn’t like vegetables, mothers would painstakingly bind vegetables and meat into balls, just to get children to consume more nutrition.

Sure enough, the next second she heard the man across from her say: “Last time I noticed you don’t like eating vegetables, so this time I added carrots, cabbage, zucchini, onions, and chicken. Try the taste.”

The round, orange-yellow meatballs were smooth and translucent. When bitten, the tender meat quality perfectly merged with the vegetables, refreshing and not greasy.

The hot fragrance of food lingered long between her lips and teeth. Sheng Sui smiled with curved eyebrows, sincerely praising: “Delicious.”

Marrying Zhou Shiyu seemed even happier than she had imagined.

After dinner, Zhou Shiyu worked on the phone while making dessert in the kitchen, while Sheng Sui sat cross-legged on the living room sofa with her laptop, preparing lessons and occasionally playing with the curious Ping’An who came over.

Compared to his cat-owning male owner, Ping’An was actually the more clingy one. Since Sheng Sui moved in, the perceptive little cat quickly became attached to her, constantly rolling over to show his belly for rubs.

While searching for picture book materials online, Sheng Sui received a call from Qi Yue, saying she couldn’t write a work report that needed to be submitted soon and came seeking advice from a senior.

They chatted about work issues for a long time. Before hanging up, Qi Yue suddenly said: “How was today’s movie? It’s my favorite old film – I rewatch it whenever I get the chance.”

Sheng Sui hadn’t seen the ending. Recalling the protagonists’ passionate kissing before leaving, she said ambiguously: “…It was quite stimulating.”

“Stimulating? You mean the kissing scene at the beginning?”

Qi Yue was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter a few seconds later: “That was the only kissing scene in the entire film. Teacher Sheng is so innocent – that scene left the deepest impression on you?”

Sheng Sui was stunned upon hearing this.

Hadn’t Zhou Shiyu said there were several more intimate scenes, even some borderline content—

As her brain lagged in processing this, a shadow fell overhead. Sheng Sui leaned back against the sofa and looked up to see Zhou Shiyu in home clothes standing behind her, holding a square long box containing tiramisu just taken from the refrigerator.

Zhou Shiyu walked around the sofa to sit beside her, saying in a low voice: “I adjusted the ingredients a bit – not many carbohydrates, so you can have a little.”

Seeing Sheng Sui holding a cat with one hand and answering the phone with the other, the man scooped some with a spoon and brought it to feed her.

Qi Yue was still chattering about the movie plot. Seeing the spoon offered, Sheng Sui glanced at Zhou Shiyu and instinctively opened her mouth.

The slightly cool ice cream’s silky sensation spread between her lips and teeth, sweet but not cloying, making her eyes brighten slightly.

Due to her diabetes, Sheng Sui usually only rewarded herself with sweets during celebrations. Eating purely to satisfy her taste buds like this was a first.

Seeing her bright, sparkling eyes, Zhou Shiyu couldn’t help but smile, asking: “Is it good?”

Sheng Sui nodded repeatedly.

“Don’t eat too much tonight,” seeing her gaze eagerly following the cake, Zhou Shiyu fed her another spoonful. “There are two more in the refrigerator – matcha and cocoa flavored. You can take them to the office tomorrow.”

The tiramisu surface was dusted with cocoa powder, inevitably sticking to the corners of her mouth when eating cake.

Sheng Sui saw Zhou Shiyu staring at the corner of her lips. She first raised her hand to wipe it clean with her fingertip, but noticing the man’s dark eyes behind his glasses growing deeper, she had an ominous premonition and turned to reach for tissues on the coffee table.

Sure enough, the next second, Zhou Shiyu across from her put down the cake and leaned forward, tilting his head slightly, his thin lips pressing against the corner of Sheng Sui’s mouth where powder had stuck.

Extending his tongue to lick, Zhou Shiyu carefully tasted part of his handiwork, then withdrew half an inch and smiled in evaluation:

“Mm, it’s sweet.”

Who knows what he was referring to.

“……”

Sheng Sui was just shocked at the man’s casual theft of another kiss when she parted her lips to speak, but Zhou Shiyu approached again irrefutably, wanting to taste the cake flavor between her lips and teeth once more.

Tonight, the man’s mischievous nature was finally revealed. He encircled Sheng Sui’s slender wrist, not allowing her to push away. His burning lips pressed domineeringly upward, patiently kissing Sheng Sui into retreat until her back pressed tightly against the sofa cushions.

Apart from the sound of entangled breathing, the spacious living room only had Qi Yue’s enthusiastic voice, shockingly reminding Sheng Sui of her rationality being completely devoured.

Her long hair spread like a waterfall. Tilting her head hastily to speak, her breathing uneven: “…Wait, wait—”

“Sui Sui, keep your voice down.”

Before she finished speaking, Zhou Shiyu’s hand pressed against her lips. The distinctly jointed hand was no longer pleasing to the eye, but slowly and wickedly caressed and ground against the corner of her mouth, like the man’s low, sexy voice:

“It wouldn’t be good if someone heard.”

“……”

Sheng Sui thought this person was truly malicious – feeding her thoughtfully on one hand while prying open her teeth on the other, meticulously demanding compensation.

Even when bullying her, he didn’t forget to teach her how to deceive others.

How could she, with no experience, endure such loud kissing sounds without letting Qi Yue on the other end of the phone hear?

Finally, when Sheng Sui’s eyes filled with moisture and tears were about to fall, Zhou Shiyu mercifully let her go.

The man’s long arm stretched out to pull her into his embrace, kissing Sheng Sui’s soft hair and gently stroking her back like coaxing a child.

Sheng Sui’s mouth hurt, and she didn’t want to speak for a while, her head drooping listlessly against Zhou Shiyu’s shoulder.

“…Sheng Sui? Teacher Sheng, are you listening? Hello?”

“Yes, yes I’m here.”

Not caring about her sloth-like posture hugging Zhou Shiyu, Sheng Sui hurriedly answered the phone, only to discover the call had been muted at some point.

That is to say – those unseemly sounds just now couldn’t be heard by the person on the other end of the screen.

Not believing it was an accidental touch, Sheng Sui looked up to meet Zhou Shiyu’s eyes full of amusement. The two sat sideways on the sofa, and afraid she might move carelessly and fall, the man always kept one hand protectively at her waist, steadily supporting her.

“……”

Making an excuse about poor signal to end the call, Sheng Sui placed her phone on the coffee table, seeing Zhou Shiyu still smiling at her.

Using hands and feet to emerge from the man’s embrace, this was the second time she’d been bullied. Unable to hold back, she blushed and grabbed a cushion to throw at Zhou Shiyu.

Seeing her huffing angrily, Zhou Shiyu smiled and raised his hand to ruffle Sheng Sui’s hair, shamelessly saying with a straight face:

“I admit, I had ulterior motives first.”

“……”

This person still had the nerve to say it!

Even when angry, Sheng Sui spoke softly, her beautiful round eyes full of reproach for her husband:

“Do you like kissing that much? We just kissed in the car before dinner, you’re just like a—”

Among all expressions, Zhou Shiyu never tired of watching Sheng Sui’s spirited appearance when throwing small tantrums. Seeing her pause, he looked up encouragingly: “Just like what?”

Sheng Sui lowered her eyes, her fingertips lightly buttoning the hem of her clothes, scolding in a small voice: “…Just like a kissing maniac.”

Thanks to this person, her collarbone was still aching faintly.

A low chuckle immediately sounded in her ear.

“It’s not entirely about liking to kiss.”

“It’s wanting to do other bad things, but suffering from not finding opportunities,” the man’s arm propped against the sofa. After a moment, he lowered his body to look at Sheng Sui’s evasive eyes, his smile indulgent, speaking slowly and methodically word by word:

“So I can only settle for kissing as a compromise.”

The next day at work, Sheng Sui deliberately chose a thin shirt with a tight collar and applied protective lip balm.

Even so, she was still noticed by sharp-eyed colleagues.

During lunch, several female teachers all unanimously noticed the bite marks on her mouth, asking how she got injured.

Especially Qi Yue, who squinted at Sheng Sui for a while, then suddenly said: “If I didn’t know Teacher Sheng has no boyfriend, I’d think a boyfriend kissed her.”

Young teachers spoke without restraint. Hearing this, they all laughed: “If that were the case, wouldn’t Teacher Wang be heartbroken?”

Some even deliberately winked at Sheng Sui, asking: “At the last seminar, Teacher Wang kept asking me about your hobbies. Are you really not considering him?”

Teacher Wang had been transferred to become Sheng Sui’s colleague last year. During a school activity when they were grouped together, Teacher Wang developed feelings for her during their interaction and later asked others to convey messages several times.

He was a good person, but Sheng Sui didn’t accept office romances and politely but firmly declined after thanking him.

“Thank you, but I won’t consider it.”

Probably because her appetite had been spoiled by Zhou Shiyu recently, the cafeteria food she used to enjoy now seemed ordinary. After eating her fill, Sheng Sui put down her chopsticks and smiled at her gossiping colleagues across from her:

“I’m already married.”

She kept public and private matters separate, disliking bringing personal emotional issues into the workplace for frequent discussion. She had firmly refused even colleagues’ and leaders’ previous blind date introductions and matchmaking attempts.

But Zhou Shiyu seemed to have always been her exception.

Leaving with her tray amid her colleagues’ shocked gazes, Sheng Sui then thought about the man’s special status. Although she hadn’t revealed his identity, she also hadn’t asked whether Zhou Shiyu had any concerns in this regard.

On her way back to the office, Sheng Sui texted Zhou Shiyu:

[ss: I told my colleagues about my marriage just now]

[ss: But I didn’t say you were the other party. That shouldn’t cause trouble, right?]

Accustomed to Zhou Shiyu’s instant replies, when Sheng Sui received his call, she answered without surprise.

“I don’t mind,” Zhou Shiyu was always straightforward in his dealings. “On our wedding day, I already told others I have a wife.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Sheng Sui heard a loud roar from the man’s side.

Qiu Si’s familiar voice came through: “You really did get married the day we went gaming?”

“Zhou Shiyu, stop being mysterious! Is it that pretty female teacher we met at the restaurant that day?”

“I’ve known you for so many years and never seen you stare at any woman for so long. You little devil, don’t tell me you had a secret crush on her!”

“……”

A few seconds later, a door closing sound came, and the background finally quieted. Zhou Shiyu simply explained they were in a group meeting, then asked her:

“Grandfather wants to meet you this weekend. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

“It’s fine. I’m free on weekends. Ask grandfather when is convenient for him.”

Based on Zhou Shiyu’s description, Sheng Sui had a good impression of the old master. After agreeing to meet, she couldn’t help worrying: “With your tight schedule, is it okay for you to come out to take my call?”

“It’s fine,” Zhou Shiyu chuckled softly at her urging. “Everyone has limited time.”

“But my time can be unlimited for you.”

Such an ordinary statement, yet Sheng Sui felt her ears warming slightly, saying softly: “…You’re so good at sweet talk.”

Not only did he effortlessly produce pleasant words, but his kissing skills were also so practiced, as if he were a veteran of romance.

With Zhou Shiyu’s conditions, a rich romantic history seemed more logical. Sheng Sui didn’t mind these things, only worried that her inexperience and blankness would make it difficult to keep up with her husband’s pace.

—Just like last night, when she went weak just from kissing while Zhou Shiyu was clearly unsatisfied.

Zhou Shiyu laughed again upon hearing this, lowering his voice as if murmuring to himself, saying words Sheng Sui couldn’t understand:

“Probably some words have been thought about for too long, so once I find the opportunity, I can’t wait to say them.”

“……”

Zhou Shiyu had official duties, and Sheng Sui also had work to do. No one would deliberately dwell on casual remarks during phone calls. After hanging up, they each went about their busy schedules.

While organizing classroom supplies in the afternoon, Sheng Sui accidentally bumped her ankle. Fortunately, the wound wasn’t serious. After simple treatment and applying a band-aid, she could change into long socks to protect her ankle.

Usually, Sheng Sui got home earlier than Zhou Shiyu. At noon, the man had also told her that the housekeeper would be at home today for cleaning and organizing. After work, Sheng Sui first went to the supermarket to buy some fruit.

After all, it was their first meeting, and the other party was an elder. Regardless of employment relationships, basic courtesy was still necessary.

Accustomed to only her and Zhou Shiyu being at home, Sheng Sui felt slightly uncomfortable. This feeling lasted until she entered the door and saw the appearance of the busy woman in the living room. Her facial expression changed from surprise to disbelief, then finally to pure joy.

She even forgot to put down the fruit, hurrying forward with two heavy bags, carefully saying:

“…Auntie Tian?”

The woman turned around at the sound. She was about fifty years old, and upon seeing Sheng Sui, immediately showed the same astonished expression.

It really was Auntie Tian.

Even as the other party gripped her hands in surprise and joy, Sheng Sui couldn’t believe life could have such coincidences.

During high school, she had to pass through a long alley every day returning home from school. Both sides of the old street had various small shops and food stalls. It was said no student could walk through the old street on an empty stomach.

Sheng Sui was no exception in occasionally being greedy, but at that time she was afraid of using too much insulin and spending money, so she only dared to secretly save money to eat some barbecued meat and vegetables.

Auntie Tian and her husband ran a barbecue shop then, with booming business and seven or eight tables full even outside the shop.

Most families living in the alleys behind the old street were as poor as Sheng Sui’s. Auntie Tian and her husband were both kind-hearted. When they encountered children from difficult circumstances patronizing their business, they would always secretly give them lots of extra food.

Sheng Sui had received much kindness from her.

She still remembered the day before the college entrance exam when the woman stopped her on the roadside, handing her a bottle of coffee newly arrived at the shop, saying she had heard from others that drinking this would make the brain more alert and help get high scores on exams.

But when Sheng Sui later got into her desired university in Shanghai and wanted to specifically thank her, she discovered Auntie Tian had already moved away.

It turned out her husband had died in a car accident while picking up goods. With no children and unable to manage the shop alone, she had to negotiate and sell it.

On that scorching day, Sheng Sui stood in front of the barbecue shop for a long time, staring blankly as construction workers removed the rusty signboard. For the first time, she deeply realized the cruelty of reality:

Not all good people receive good rewards in the end.

“When people are alive, they must experience partings and deaths,” Auntie Tian saw Sheng Sui’s eyes redden and lovingly patted her hand, smiling:

“Speaking of which, a few years ago when Mr. Zhou hired me as a housekeeper and said he wanted to thank me for helping him, I thought it was a scammer at first.”

“Such a handsome young man – if I had given him food back then, I would definitely remember. Plus, Mr. Zhou looked too wealthy to be someone who would come to my small shop.”

Sheng Sui was also curious: “Then what finally made you believe him?”

“He immediately said without hesitation that my charcoal-grilled pork belly, enoki mushroom rolls, and charcoal-grilled corn kernels convinced me.”

Seeing Sheng Sui’s face show a nostalgic expression, Auntie Tian volunteered: “I remember – every time you came, you always ordered those three items. Next time I’ll find a chance to make them for you.”

“Okay.”

Sheng Sui smiled and thanked her, not explaining that she loved eating those three items back then because they were respectively the cheapest among meat and vegetables.

“Mr. Zhou is a good person. I’ve received tremendous care from him over the years. You two should live well together.”

At the end of their conversation, Auntie Tian gently touched Sheng Sui’s face, her no-longer-young face still wearing a kind smile: “Before coming, I asked him why he thought to find me.”

“Mr. Zhou told me, ‘Good people should receive good rewards.'”

“……”

For some reason, hearing this relayed statement again after so many years, Sheng Sui suddenly felt tears welling up.

Seeing Auntie Tian, who had once extended a helping hand to her, living well, she was very grateful to Zhou Shiyu.

No longer the naive student of years past, having entered society for many years, she clearly understood that karmic retribution was never fair, with examples of villains succeeding everywhere.

But precisely because of this, when someone physically tried to correct that old saying and was willing to give Auntie Tian a perfect ending, she seemed able to confidently tell that eighteen-year-old Sheng Sui who stood confused and helpless under the scorching sun that year:

Don’t be disappointed in this world. Even if life is currently difficult and dark, as long as you keep boldly moving forward, you’ll always encounter new bright spring light.

From then on, the road would be smooth and the sky bright.

Thinking of this, Sheng Sui couldn’t help feeling emotional.

She had always thought they had no previous connections.

Only today did she finally learn that Zhou Shiyu was the one who made up for eighteen-year-old Sheng Sui’s regrets.

Auntie Tian still had to clean the kitchen and couldn’t chat all the time. Sheng Sui insisted on leaving the fruit she bought for the woman, no longer disturbing her work, and turned to return to the walk-in closet to change clothes.

The temperature inside was much higher than outside. Never mind coats – usually wearing a light pajama top wouldn’t be cold.

While looking for fresh pajamas to change into, Sheng Sui discovered that her only three sets of pajama tops and pants had all been worn and thrown into the dirty clothes basket. What remained were all thin nightgowns made of silky material.

She usually wore nightgowns with knitted cardigans, so the nightgown lengths were all above the knee, barely covering her upper thighs.

Living with female roommates was fine before, but now her cohabitant was Zhou Shiyu—

Just as Sheng Sui stood in front of the bathroom mirror frowning and examining the nightgown’s length, a door closing sound came from outside the bedroom, followed by brief conversation between a man and woman.

Soon, Zhou Shiyu in a pure black suit strode in with long legs.

The man’s posture was tall and slender. After entering the bedroom, he went straight to the bathroom door. Seeing Sheng Sui wearing only a short, thin silk dress, his dark eyes behind the glasses immediately deepened again and again.

In just brief moments, Zhou Shiyu’s substantial gaze carefully examined Sheng Sui from top to bottom.

The man’s gaze was both piercing and sharp, as if it could easily lift her skirt hem and outer garment covering.

Sheng Sui had originally wanted to talk about Auntie Tian, but Zhou Shiyu’s smiling gaze made her heart skip a beat.

Even while always smiling gently, the man’s oppressive presence was extremely strong. He stared intently at Sheng Sui as he entered the bathroom, not giving her a chance to hide. His long arm blocked her path, trapping her in his embrace with no escape.

The two stood face to face. Sheng Sui was forced to stand straight and felt Zhou Shiyu bend slightly to close the distance, placing his distinctly jointed hands under the sensor faucet to rinse.

His thin lips seemed to brush against Sheng Sui’s earlobe: “Why haven’t I seen you wear nightgowns before?”

“I—”

The man’s seductive low voice was ambiguous. Sheng Sui was just opening her mouth to speak when she saw Zhou Shiyu withdraw his hands and stand straight, but a few drops of cool water had splashed onto her right inner thigh.

“Sorry, I ‘accidentally’ got you wet.”

Zhou Shiyu sincerely apologized verbally, and his offending hand also apologetically wanted to wipe away the water stains for Sheng Sui, stopping at the damp location, carefully and unhurriedly wiping away even the smallest water drops, inch by inch upward—

Suddenly, Sheng Sui was startled and finally came to her senses, stepping back. The injured area of her right ankle happened to hit the cabinet corner, the sharp pain making her involuntarily draw in breath, her body tilting rightward.

Zhou Shiyu quickly caught her, steadily holding her in his embrace to stand properly, his eyes smiling.

Sheng Sui increasingly felt that when they were alone together, Zhou Shiyu’s smile always carried hints of refined wickedness.

“Sui Sui,” just like now, the man calling her nickname deliberately lowered his voice, unable to even cover her thunderous heartbeat, yet each word stirred great waves in her heart:

“I haven’t done anything bad yet, so why are your legs already weak?”