Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Cheng Qingchong sat as far away as she could from Jin Ze. Her fingers trembled when she heard this sentence, and the glass of hot water she was holding slipped from her palms. The hot water splashed out from the glass, and it scalded her fair skin instantly.

After saying that order, Jin Ze placed the remote he was holding earlier down on the table and grabbed the glass of green tea that Cheng Qingchong had made from the coffee table. He took a small sip of it before standing up to walk toward the bedroom. After taking two steps, he suddenly turned around to glance at Cheng Qingchong, who was still seated. Assuming the woman didn’t hear him before, he cleared his throat and repeated, “Xiao Yin, it’s getting late, time to sleep.”

Cheng Qingchong was pulled harshly out of her shock. Her eyes darted about frantically as she replied, “Okay…”

She put the glass down on the table and stood up. Due to her anxiety, her hands kept unconsciously rubbing the spot that was scalded earlier. When she saw Jin Ze looking at her, she added, “Coming.”

Jin Ze nodded and turned around wordlessly to head into the bedroom with lazy steps.

As the door closed with a soft click, Cheng Qingchong’s body trembled. She turned her blanched face around to look at the picturesque Huang Pu River, and an indescribable sadness slowly overwhelmed her.

Yinan, what are you doing now in Beijing? Working late at the company, or already resting at home?

Your company’s products just got onto the market, so I’m sure you must be extremely busy. Yinan, I hope you’re happy because I’ve sacrificed a lot to make you happy, but don’t take it as an accusation. I’m more than willing to make this sacrifice because I love you. You’ll never know it, but I love you. I love you so much that I’m willing to do anything for you.

Cheng Qingchong forced her lips upward and held the tears that were coming to her eyes in. She took a deep breath and slowly turned around to head toward the main bedroom.

The lights in the room were already off other than the two weak nightlights on the bedside tables.

Jin Ze had already removed his pajamas, and he was only wearing boxer shorts, revealing his stout and muscular body.

Cheng Qingchong’s gaze swept the man’s figure hurriedly before she lowered her head and took cautious steps toward the bed.

Even though her footsteps were light, Jin Ze still managed to sense her approach with his eyes closed. Jin Ze’s eyes fluttered open lazily. He looked at Cheng Qingchong before pointing at a bottle of oil that was left on the bedside table and uttered indolently, “Come give me a massage.”

Then, he turned to lie on his front.

Cheng Qingchong swallowed before she crawled into bed and picked up the oil to pour some on her palms. After she rubbed it over them, she spread it over Jin Ze’s broad back and started the massage.

Cheng Qingchong had no interaction with Jin Ze, and the bedroom was conspicuously silent.

About half an hour later, Cheng Qingchong got off the bed to soak a towel in some warm water. She twisted it dry and came back to wipe away the residual oil that was left on Jin Ze’s body.

Jin Ze seemed to have fallen asleep because he didn’t react in any way as Cheng Qingchong fussed over him.