Xu Weiwei x Zhou Jin, sort of childhood sweethearts
Xu Weiwei thought Zhou Jin was a gentleman. At their engagement banquet, he was perfectly polite and said only, “Happy birthday.”
Later, he followed her to the capital, moved into her home, cooked, washed dishes, and picked her up after work. She thought he was simply responsible.
Until one late night, he flew back from Hong Kong, travel-worn, his eyes red. The moment the door closed, he pressed her against the wall. As his kiss fell, she heard him murmur, “Xu Weiwei, I don’t need to keep up appearances. I only want you.”
The next day, he left. Xu Weiwei stared at the ceiling and blocked him. The man wrapped up his work in a hurry and flew back overnight to make it up to her.
Back then, Xu Weiwei had no idea that one day this man would be her one and only devoted admirer.
As time went on, the two of them grew more and more in sync.
After giving birth, Xu Weiwei felt that at last she had the upper hand.
“Zhou Jin, I don’t feel like it today.”
“Okay.”
“I really don’t.”
“Mm.”
In the middle of the night, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Her hand drifted unconsciously below his waist, and he caught it at once.
His amused voice came from beside her ear. “Didn’t you say you weren’t in the mood?”
“...Shut up.”
