A Twisted Love Affair-Chapter 57: A Side of Indulgence in Sensory Pleasures (5)_1

Her waist ached. Zhou Luchen had forced her to call the teahouse early that morning to request sick leave, domineeringly keeping her with him and refusing to let her return.

Shen Jing lay on top of him, a thin blanket only covering their waists.

It was a gloomy, rainy day.

The entire glass window was covered in misty droplets, looking both alluring and ensnaring.

Zhou Luchen’s palm stroked her smooth back, occasionally pinching. Only when he heard her soft "AH!" did he curl his lips in satisfaction and cease his teasing.

"Vixen."

She wanted to retort but found her throat so hoarse she didn’t want to speak.

He would laugh at her, tease her for being both unskilled and yet fond of playing.

The phone under the pillow kept ringing. She got off Zhou Luchen, turned her back to him, and took out her phone to reply to messages.

There were many questions from the other side, so Shen Jing had to patiently type out her replies.

Zhou Luchen’s expression was calm, his demeanor consistently composed. "Who are you chatting with so diligently?"

His tone was flat. As if she’d been caught red-handed, Shen Jing swallowed hard, stuffed the phone back under the pillow, and burrowed back into Zhou Luchen’s embrace, her head resting lightly on his bent arm as she cooed at him.

"No one. It’s your older brother."

Zhou Luchen glanced down, his eyes, with a hint of nonchalance, slightly raised. "Playing with him?"

Playing with him? Hardly! Shen Jing pouted slightly. "He was asking me where to buy medicinal plasters."

Zhou Xiangqun was still handling that matter in Tong Village, and Zhou Luchen wouldn’t budge an inch. What could she do?

Zhou Luchen hugged her against the headboard, his fingers occasionally caressing her delicate shoulders, appearing somewhat languid. "You believe that?"

Shen Jing rather believed it. "He’d been bitten by mosquitoes."

But in an instant, he arched an eyebrow. "You think his subordinates can’t buy them?"

Shen Jing’s delicate brows furrowed slightly. "How would I know?"

He smirked. "Trying to seduce him?"

That remark, always coming back to seduction. If it weren’t for his insistence on relocating the house, she wouldn’t have had any interaction with Zhou Xiangqun at all. She wasn’t that crazy, to make a move on two brothers from the same family. Besides, Zhou Xiangqun’s personality meant he couldn’t possibly be interested in her. She saw that clearly and hadn’t bothered to feign suspicion or avoidance.

Shen Jing directly embraced Zhou Luchen’s waist and snuggled against him with a coquettish rub. This proud man just needed to be coaxed; that was his particular temperament. Once he was cheered up, he wouldn’t put on that cold, indifferent face.

"Is someone his age really appropriate? Besides, I don’t like ’cured meat.’ Why would I bother trying to seduce him?"

Zhou Luchen narrowed his eyes, a playful tone in his voice. "You prefer them young?"

Shen Jing straightened Zhou Luchen’s arm, found the most comfortable position to lie down, and pulled over the silk quilt that had been tossed aside, covering herself properly.

"I don’t prefer them young. I like Zhou Luchen."

Hearing this, he chuckled.

"But are you young?" Shen Jing suddenly propped her head on her hand, sizing up Zhou Luchen.

He had an intense presence. Even if untouched by the slightest ravages of time, he didn’t look particularly young. He appeared more composed than most men his age, with an air of cultivated dignity and a reserved, cool demeanor. He always emanated an invisible aura that naturally intimidated others.

As she was lost in her observation, he raised an eyebrow. "What did Zhou Xiangqun say to you?"

Shen Jing didn’t hide a thing. "He said you’re in heat."

Zhou Luchen pinched her waist, pulling her back and pinning her beneath him. He bit her ear. "Is that right, HMM?"

「 」

「Early the next morning.」

He wasn’t sleepy at all, full of vigor and energy. Shen Jing, fighting off drowsiness, accompanied him to the club to play cards.

He wasn’t idle, but he always found time for leisure.

They walked along the garden path.

Chen Yao, sitting on the sofa, spotted the two arriving under an umbrella from afar. Zhou Luchen was holding it, one hand on Shen Jing’s lower back, the other grasping the umbrella.

Chen Yao crossed his legs and sipped his soda.

Seeing Chen Yao seemed to have a new female companion, Shen Jing asked, "Where’s that cherished girlfriend of yours?"

Chen Yao squinted, smiling at her. "Don’t look at me like that. I don’t know her."

Indeed, she didn’t recognize the woman sitting beside Chen Yao. Who knew why she was there?

Zhou Luchen’s palm cupped Shen Jing’s waist as he led her through the door. "Don’t mind him."

Shen Jing didn’t ask further.

The room was filled with seven or eight young men and women.

At the square table, three seats were taken; one was vacant.

They were waiting for Second Young Master Zhou to take the main seat.

He produced a box of chocolates from somewhere and tossed it into Shen Jing’s lap to relieve her boredom.

She didn’t like chocolate, but he didn’t know that.

Shen Jing looked at the beautifully wrapped box in her hands and smiled, but she never opened it.

Chen Yao’s cat was playing in the room. Upon seeing Zhou Luchen, it behaved as if he were an irresistible piece of meat, wanting only to cling to him.

MEOW.

The cat, taking dainty, alluring steps on its four small paws, paused by Zhou Luchen’s trouser leg, acting coquettishly.

He glanced at the cat, his expression typically indifferent. "Come up."

The white cat, having received permission, comfortably climbed into Zhou Luchen’s lap.

Shen Jing had a lingering fear of cats and retreated a few meters, unwilling to get close.

Zhou Luchen, with the innate allure of his very bone structure, possessed a magnetism that naturally attracted females.

Shen Jing was at the bar slicing lemons, watching the white cat cuddle and nuzzle in Zhou Luchen’s lap.

He was focused on playing cards and chatting, occasionally a casual yet provocative smile playing on his lips. He was too absorbed to tease the cat, but the cat also seemed to understand the rules, its coquetry never excessive.

Second Young Master Zhou was such a player. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

HUMPH. Shen Jing set the glass of lemonade down heavily beside Zhou Luchen.

So, he likes cats, huh?

He heard the beauty’s subtle, coquettish huff.

Zhou Luchen glanced at the iced lemonade beside him. His large palm stroked the white cat in his lap, a barely perceptible smile touching his lips. "How did you know my preferences?"

To Shen Jing, it was simple: when you truly liked someone, discovering their preferences was easy. His expression held a hint of mockery, though not overtly so. So dismissive.

Shen Jing’s gaze lingered on the cat in the man’s arms as she unhappily returned to the bar.

Sensing her jealousy, Zhou Luchen let out a mischievous laugh. The word "Flush!" rumbled from his throat, low and magnetic.

From time to time, right in front of Shen Jing, he would playfully stroke the cat.

No wonder the cat loved to cling to him. His tenderness was such that a single glance from his deep, captivating eyes seemed to draw one in. The playboy’s charm was particularly potent. A cat could be utterly captivated by his attention.

Shen Jing stirred the ice in her glass more forcefully with the small swizzle stick.

He was so infuriating, deliberately trying to make her jealous. It was obviously on purpose.

Shen Jing tossed the swizzle stick aside, abandoning her task.

Chen Yao came to her side, resting his hand on the bar and tilting his head. "I usually just let him play with the cat a few times, so they’re familiar now."

Shen Jing averted her gaze, adding ice to a glass. "Does he smell of fish or something? Even cats like to sniff him."

Chen Yao nearly choked on a laugh.

This girl was clearly jealous. She couldn’t stand seeing Young Master Zhou being so charming to a cat.

"Paopao, come down," Chen Yao beckoned to the white cat.

The white cat remained lazily nestled in Zhou Luchen’s lap, meowing softly.

MEOW.

Chen Yao pulled a packet of cat treats from his pocket, and only then did Paopao make its way towards him.

"That’s this pretty lady’s man you’re fawning over. Don’t you have any eyes?" Chen Yao coaxed the cat.

MEOW.

「The rain stopped.」

Chen Yao took the cat outside to play. "You little thing, always favoring Second Young Master. Haven’t I been good to you?"