Chapter 27

For a moment, Jian Ci did not know how to react. Giving her a weak nod of greeting, he pulled down the towel that was hung on his shoulder and retreated to his room at full speed. After changing into a presentable set of clothes, he emerged from his room again.

Regret instantly sunk in.

On the sofa, Zhou Bai’s back was facing him, the delicate and fair fingers of the beauty pressed against his chest. Her torso stuck onto him, bravely displaying her huge and deep cleavage1 right in front of Zhou Bai’s eyes.

Zhou Bai shuffled to the side, removing the fingers that were on his chest, and vaguely said something to the beauty – which did not reach Jian Ci’s ears – making her expression sour. Deliberately bending over at her waist and whispering into his ear, the dark blue bandage skirt accentuated the outlines of her curves, exuding the feeling of a “beauty that one could not help but devour”.

Should I have… stayed inside?

Jian Ci was in an extremely awkward position. If they were just housemates, he should immediately return to his room and cover his ears, and ignore the love making2 that was about to happen outside, or grab his wallet and spend the night at a hotel to avoid ruining the mood. But on the account of his relationship with Zhou Bai, it seemed like he should not do this either.

Furthermore, he felt stuffy in his chest, and was reluctant to vacate the space for them.

Eventually, Jian Ci kindly asked, “Do you want anything to drink?”

A gloomy expression casted on the beauty’s face as she clicked her tongue at his poor sense of judgement.

Zhou Bai’s body immediately tensed, he really drank too much. He was still in a disoriented state but once Jian Ci’s voice entered his ears, did he then realize what was going on.

He jerked his head around, landing his vision on Jian Ci with great effort. Looking at the warm and gentle smile on his face, Zhou Bai felt ineffable guilt and anxiety wash over him.

As Zhou Bai stood up with the intention to walk towards Jian Ci, he accidentally bumped into the coffee table. “I… Ssss…”

The beauty reached out to support him but he stopped her.

Zhou Bai regained his balance. Unable to speak his mind, he knitted his brows and appeared miserable.

“Would milk be okay?” Jian Ci looked at him.

“Okay,” Zhou Bai stammered.

Jian Ci turned towards the belle, “Beauty, milk for you too?”

“No,” the beauty was forthright with her response, “‘I’m not here to have a cup of milk…” She shifted her attention towards Zhou Bai and coquettishly told him.

“I did not invite you here,” Zhou Bai was like a cat on a hot tin roof.

The beauty’s anger was apparent as she muttered something again. Not noticing what she said, Jian Ci pulled the sliding door of the kitchen.

It took him ten minutes to prepare two cups of milk.

Footnote:

1事业线 literally translates to business line, a slang for cleavage.

2翻云覆雨, to produce clouds with one turn of the hand and rain with the other.