The sky gradually darkened, but the bedroom was far from peaceful.
The counselor lay flat on the bed, occasionally lifting her jade feet and calves slightly under the ’effect’ of Cheng Zhu’s efforts before stiffening in the air for a moment and finally dropping down listlessly.
Cheng Zhu watched her face, resting on the pillow, eyes shimmering with a hint of moisture beneath her gold-rimmed glasses. The aura of sternness had completely dissipated.
Her innate air of abstinence had also vanished at this moment.
This transformation signified a progression in both her body and emotional state.
From one level to another, the ultimate level.
"And all of this, it’s because of me."
Right now, the weather condition in the room was: partly cloudy with occasional light rain.
Chen Jieyu was in a normal physical state.
She was not like Hu Yan, who was so exquisitely wet, something that the experienced Cheng Zhu had never encountered before in such an extreme constitution.
The bad student, fearing he might push the counselor too far, considerately allowed her to rise first.
This action resulted in a very soft and charming "pop" as they parted.
When the two of them were together, they must have been something like the legendary gourmet dish "boboji" chicken.
It was truly strange. Cheng Zhu knew of his special talent—after all, without certain innate conditions, he couldn’t qualify to be this level of a scoundrel, for it would result in spirit without strength.
But what’s miraculous is that every time they briefly parted, he’d feel an inner sense of closure in his suction device.
"Is this the charm of a linear apartment layout?"
"But it shouldn’t be."
Cheng Zhu, young and wealthy, has owned all types of apartments. Could it be that "Good Wife and Mother Chen Jieyu" possesses her own special... inner beauty?
He had his own affectionate feelings for the counselor, so he never got too rough with her during their "Jieyu-Cheng initiation."
To put it precisely, it was rather a slow and methodical process, during which he received plenty of detailed feedback.
Because of the tightness and the perfect fit, there came a very subtle sense of compression, making the transmission of details even clearer.
"Ordinary people couldn’t handle this; with her, you couldn’t maintain even a bit of toughness!"
Luckily, Cheng Zhu was different; he had his strengths and endurance. He felt he was especially capable.
As the saying goes...
——"The path is long and obstructed, but as one continues to walk, one will eventually arrive."
On his birthday night, Cheng Zhu stayed overnight at Green City Rose Garden.
He didn’t go home nor back to the dorm, and certainly not to Xinhang Apartment.
The three mischief-makers from Dorm 309 all knew it was Brother Zhu’s birthday, because they had all previously arranged their dates of birth by age and month, and Cheng Zhu’s birthday was particularly easy to remember.
Therefore, the three of them had already discussed and guessed whether Brother Zhu would spend another night away from home.
Sure enough, he hadn’t come back at all, and they couldn’t contact him!
No choice there; the bad student was just too ’sociable’ at such a young age, already knowing to take shortcuts through the counselor.
Such was the grandmaster’s daily life.
And you guys, surely your night life isn’t just playing with your phones in bed in various positions, is it?
"I wonder where Brother Zhu is off being carefree." Dong Dong couldn’t help but sigh.
Liu Feng was envious, too. His living expenses were entirely inadequate recently; he had no money to rent a hotel room by the hour, let alone be as bold as many college students, sneaking into the woods.
And as for Zheng, he probably hadn’t even had his first kiss yet.
Why is falling in love such a struggle?
The next morning dawned bright and early.
Cheng Zhu woke up leisurely in the big bed.
Yesterday, because the usually conservative counselor was all too willing to cooperate, he, too, became a little greedy, giving her too much.
Fortunately, thanks to his youth, a deep sleep left him refreshed and spirited the next morning.
Chen Jieyu, in fact, had awakened even earlier than Cheng Zhu. She just quietly lay in bed, scrolling through her phone.
Seeing him awake, she immediately asked, "Are you hungry? Should I make some breakfast now?"
"Just fry a couple of eggs," Cheng Zhu didn’t refuse.
Some people are just born with that kind of personality. You just enjoy their care for you.
Being able to serve the one she likes probably brings her joy too!
He was very aware that Chen Jieyu really wanted to do more for him.
People are sometimes so contradictory; Chen Jieyu hated men like Chen Qin, but because she grew up in that environment, she subconsciously served her own man.
In some ways, she and Yiyi were two different types of chosen lovers.
Moreover, the counselor was after all nine years older than Cheng Zhu.
Sister-type women naturally tend to be more caring.
A nine-year age gap is actually quite a daunting number.
It’s only because Cheng Zhu is still very young, and she is only a 27-year-old urban mature woman that it doesn’t feel that way.
When she was in university, Cheng Zhu hadn’t even graduated from elementary school...
Of course, an 18-year-old male college student experiencing a 27-year-old plump urban mature woman—it’s an experience anyone would find worthwhile.
After a quick wash-up, Chen Jieyu busied herself in the kitchen.
Cheng Zhu, meanwhile, lazily stretched and worked his muscles.
He approached Chen Jieyu from behind, watching her fry the eggs, and wrapped his arms around her.
The counselor looked radiant today. Even without makeup, her cheeks were rosy and luminous.
"It’ll be ready soon. Should I add some soy sauce?" she asked softly.
"No need, just a bit of salt," Cheng Zhu replied. He personally wasn’t much of a fan of soy sauce eggs.