Chapter 281: Chapter 235: Counselor by the French Window (Asking for Monthly Votes!)_2 Chapter 281: Chapter 235: Counselor by the French Window (Asking for Monthly Votes!)_2 This series’ first installment was released at the beginning of 2014.
Even now, some content of this movie still appears quite provocative.
“Have you watched it?” Cheng Zhu asked.
“No,” Chen Jieyu shook her head, “It seems to be a new release this year, right?”
“Yeah, it seems quite popular.”
“I rarely go to the movies.”
“I see,” Cheng Zhu took note of this.
Besides that, he stood up, took Chen Jieyu’s thin coat from the coat rack, and placed it over their legs to keep her from getting cold.
Then, he naturally wrapped his arms around her.
Due to the length of his arms and palms, when he embraced her, his big hand was not on her waist but directly on her thigh clad in silk stockings.
The presence of the coat made Chen Jieyu not feel any resistance.
Well, it had come to this already.
Yet, she hadn’t expected that the movie they were watching would advance at such a pace…
This was definitely not a movie a counselor should be watching with a student in a guest room!
Cheng Zhu had always remembered the famous scenes from this movie.
Only to hear the male lead say, “Afterwards, we went to Sanya.”
The scene first showed the main couple running hand in hand on the beach.
The next second, it suddenly switched to the outside of a hotel’s entrance, but the sounds that came were the creaking of a rocking bed.
“We also went to West Lake.”
Again, the main characters were shown running hand in hand at West Lake.
The next second, it once again switched to the entrance of a hotel in Hang City, accompanied by the same creaking bed sounds.
“And the sacred Lasa.”
The scenes kept switching .
Cheng Zhu was fine with it; he found the transitions in the plot quite interesting–it was considered very creative in this era.
Although he was reborn, his experiences from his previous life remained, and these cities also bore his marks.
But Chen Jieyu was different.
For her, everything that had happened before was still vivid in her mind.
Even though she had a night to rest, a slight discomfort in her body constantly reminded her of what she had endured the previous night.
Therefore, while watching the movie, the silk-stockinged legs under Cheng Zhu’s palms instinctively shrank away, evading the warmth transmitted from his hand.
Cheng Zhu couldn’t help but give her a sidelong glance.
He was well aware that her avoidance was not because she felt nothing, but because she felt uncomfortable.
“Why are they kissing again?” Cheng Zhu commented, watching the scene in the movie.
“Shall we synchronize?”
“The guest house’s couch is of decent quality,”–Cheng Zhu.
Of course, as a big shot on QQ, he also had to admit that such high-quality silk stockings were both tough and nice.
If it were any ordinary day, Chen Jieyu would have been incredibly upset that such expensive silk stockings had been ruined just after she put them on.
But today, she was upset for another reason.
During that period, the rain outside the floor-to-ceiling window began to grow heavier.
The counselor, dressed in a professional office lady suit, lay face down on the sofa, almost suffocated by her daily life.
She lay flat there, her legs tightly encased in flesh-colored stockings, occasionally unable to help herself from lifting up, and her ten delicate toes curling tightly. Sometimes, she would let them go and lightly tremble.
Her legs sometimes clung together, and sometimes they parted.
Further up, one could see visible tension.
It was hard to imagine that this woman, who wore golden wire glasses and appeared utterly stern on regular days, would indulge a student so greatly.
She was accommodating him to the best of her ability.
A flash of lightning crossed the window, followed by a burst of thunder, akin to a wild beast roaring.
The roar of the golden beast in the sky echoed, and the roar of the beast inside the house was deep.
Chen Jieyu turned her head away, not daring to look at Cheng Zhu as he rose.
He walked barefoot to fetch a towel.
Her eyes behind the golden glasses caught sight of a button from her shirt fallen on the floor.
She wasn’t sure if this guest house had a sewing kit.
She couldn’t tell whether it was the poor quality of the shirt or his forceful tugging that caused the button to fall.
Clearly, Cheng Zhu was a bad student, not heeding a single word the teacher said.
He did everything the teacher said not to do.
He evidently didn’t respect the counselor at all, yet he insisted that the counselor should pay attention to him.
Chen Jieyu, still lying on the sofa, didn’t dare raise her head; from her angle, all she could see was Cheng Zhu coming over with the towel, feet bare.
“I, I can do it myself, you go wash first,” Chen Jieyu extended one hand, her voice sounding different from usual.
Her tone, when speaking now, ended on a higher note than usual.
Cheng Zhu nodded and didn’t insist.
“Shall I prepare a bath for you? I saw disposable bath products next to the bathtub,” Cheng Zhu asked.
Those items would all require an extra charge.
“No need, I can’t… I can’t take a bath now,” she said.
Bathing was actually a way to relax.
If your body is dirty, the water becomes dirty too, and you end up needing another rinse afterward.
Her situation was somewhat similar now.
“Alright, then let’s do it together tonight,” Cheng Zhu finished speaking and, without waiting for her to respond, closed the door.
Inside the laptop, the movie was still playing.