The colors of black and red intertwined, slender and straight calves tensed up to reveal a beauty that geometry could never describe.
It was a scene no man could resist.
In a trance, Zhou Wang remembered the first time he "attacked" his senior, it was in a similar position.
At that time, she leaned against the doorway of a suite at the Wanda Hotel, and Zhou Wang stood at the door, trying to crush Jiang Mo’s reserve, barging into his heart with a domineering posture.
And based on this seemingly replicated scene, he had undoubtedly succeeded.
Jiang Mo’s eyes no longer carried any resistance but rather a misty look like water.
"Senior, will you... regret it?"
Zhou Wang, after a moment of silence, suddenly asked.
Jiang Mo was taken aback; she looked at Zhou Wang. Somehow, she, who usually couldn’t follow Zhou Wang’s thoughts, for the first time miraculously sensed what he was thinking.
He was not just asking her; he was also asking himself...
People are strange creatures.
When they don’t have something, they’re carefree, but once they have it, they become anxious.
At some point, unnoticed even by Zhou Wang himself, his feelings for Jiang Mo had become increasingly complex, no longer originating purely from desire as they did at the beginning.
Jiang Mo gently spoke up:
"Zhou Wang..."
"Mm?"
Zhou Wang was slightly surprised because Jiang Mo had almost never called him by his full name.
"Do you remember a line from the movie we watched today?"
"Were you asleep at the time?"
Zhou Wang was a bit puzzled, then suddenly realized, "Senior, did you secretly watch it without me?"
Jiang Mo shyly turned her head, not answering Zhou Wang’s question, just murmuring the line from the movie:
"I felt uneasy at first."
"By giving up control, I felt free, from responsibilities, from making decisions, I felt safe."
"Senior..."
As Zhou Wang muttered, Jiang Mo interrupted him softly:
"Did you forget... today, I’ve already married you."
Zhou Wang finally realized.
That was her answer.
There were no straightforward, passionate words, but the wedding dress she had prepared herself had long since revealed her heart.
Just like she once told Zhou Wang...
She would love everything about him.
While Zhou Wang was still in a daze, Jiang Mo slowly extended her hand, illuminated by the only corridor light. Her palm was as white as jade, but there was a pull tab in the center.
The pull tab was connected to a thin string that disappeared behind her neck.
Because of extreme shyness, she bowed her head, but a timid voice, almost inaudible, echoed in the corridor:
"Master, please... enjoy me."
Boom!
Zhou Wang exploded.
...
Day 1.
In the middle of the night, Zhou Wang circled a date on the calendar.
...
Zhou Wang woke up very early.
The sky was just barely light, but when Zhou Wang opened his eyes, he could no longer sleep.
His hand was slightly numb because Jiang Mo, with her back to him, was resting her head on it. This position had been maintained since they fell asleep, lasting at least a couple of hours.
Zhou Wang was reluctant to move away.
He thought of getting a taller pillow or redesigning the bed to have a special groove for his arm to pass through...
That way, they could comfortably embrace each other.
Staring at Jiang Mo’s flawless, white shoulder blade, Zhou Wang thought.
He remembered there seemed to be beds designed like this, specifically for lovestruck couples.
Yes, he also had to give his senior a proper wedding...
Although in Jiang Mo’s heart, she felt she had already completed the ritual and fully devoted herself to Zhou Wang, from a formal perspective, it seemed a bit hasty.
Jiang Mo might not care, but Zhou Wang, who had taken everything from her, oddly felt a bit guilty.
They didn’t need to legally register, but the ceremony should at least happen, right?
Actually, deep inside, Zhou Wang’s once firm decision against marriage was beginning to waver...
Of course, even if Zhou Wang planned to give Jiang Mo a formal wedding, it couldn’t be now; there were many issues involved that couldn’t be resolved on a whim.
Unable to sleep, Zhou Wang stared blankly at the ceiling, as one random thought after another drifted through his mind.
Some emotions also lingered on.
Even though Zhou Wang had physically found release, he found his spirit was still quite exhilarated.
As he pondered, Zhou Wang suddenly felt uncomfortable physically; something felt like it was poking him, so he reached under the covers and fumbled around. Moments later, he pulled out a bunch of random items.
There were scraps of lace, broken cords, a dirty red-soled high heel, and a mysterious small ball with teeth marks...
That’s when Zhou Wang realized Jiang Mo had forgotten to remove her sleep mask, but then it occurred to him that maybe she slept better that way, so he didn’t take it off.
Recalling the scenes, Zhou Wang couldn’t help but gently caress Jiang Mo’s face, a hint of pain flickering in his eyes.
It hadn’t been smooth; he knew Jiang Mo might have been in pain, but she hadn’t shown any indication of it.
"The perfect lover."
This motto from the system, returned by his senior in a way that was indescribable, left Zhou Wang momentarily speechless.
He couldn’t even tell if it was his senior’s love or her obsession...