pjbooks Chapter 71 Lin Zhou: Absolutely not! This is a legitimate novel!
Chapter 71 Lin Zhou: Absolutely not! This is a legitimate novel!
"A test of the cadres' resolve?"
Lin Zhou felt a rush of heat to his head, and his nasal cavity felt hot, as if some liquid was about to gush out.
He instinctively raised his hand to cover his nose, waved his other hand wildly in the air, and staggered backward until his back hit the cold wardrobe door.
"Wife! You mustn't! You really mustn't!"
As Lin Zhou retreated, he stared intently through his open fingers at the "two-dimensional fairy" who was constantly approaching him, his voice trembling:
"We're a respectable family! Even though there are no security cameras now, there's always someone watching! And that omnipresent 'censored beast' is still watching us!"
"We should promote positive energy! We should cultivate healthy and harmonious marital relationships! Dressing like that... that's a crime, you know that?"
This is hardly a test of composure.
This is clearly an attempt to trample on the beliefs of this veteran cadre!
Su Qingge looked at his comical appearance—as if facing a formidable enemy, yet unable to resist peeking—and her smile deepened.
Instead of stopping, she became even more unscrupulous.
"Positive energy?"
Su Qingge chuckled softly, her slender fingers gently twirling the fluffy cat ears on her head, producing a clear and melodious bell sound.
"jingle--"
The sound wasn't loud, but in the quiet bedroom, it was like a death knell.
She lowered her body slightly, and her already short, puffy skirt swayed gently with her movements, the white skin of her absolute territory dazzling under the light.
She mimicked the steps of a cat, walking gracefully and languidly towards Lin Zhou, one step at a time.
With each step she took, those long legs encased in white stockings made their presence felt vividly on Lin Zhou's retina.
"Lin Zhou, weren't you acting all high and mighty just now?"
Su Qingge walked up to Lin Zhou, so close that she could even smell the faint scent of her shower gel. She tilted her head slightly, and her usually cool eyes now seemed to be filled with hooks, shimmering with tears.
She extended a finger, gently hooked it around Lin Zhou's shirt tie, and pulled it down.
Their breaths mingled instantly.
"What? Now you're scared?"
Su Qingge leaned close to his ear, not using her usual voice, but deliberately using a soft, sweet, anime-style voice that could melt your bones, and gently exhaled:
"Master~"
"Don't you...like cats?"
boom--!!!
Lin Zhou felt that the string of "reason" in his mind snapped completely in that instant, exploding into a dazzling firework.
Owner?
Meow?
This is insane!
Even if Liu Xiahui were reincarnated, he would have to renounce his vows on the spot upon hearing this!
Lin Zhou's breathing instantly became extremely heavy, his chest heaving violently, like a marathon runner who had just finished running five kilometers.
He looked at Su Qingge, who was so close to him.
That stunningly beautiful face held a mischievous smirk of triumph, her cat ears trembled slightly with her movements, and her striking maid outfit...
All morality, all restraint, all the "gentlemanly" persona—all of it vanished at this moment!
"Su Qingge, you asked for this."
Lin Zhou's voice was terribly hoarse, like a low growl squeezed out from the depths of his chest.
He stopped retreating.
The hand that was covering his eyes suddenly dropped, and with lightning speed, grabbed Su Qingge's slender waist.
"what!"
Su Qingge exclaimed in surprise, and before she could react, the world was spinning around her.
next second.
Lin Zhou pinned her firmly against the wardrobe door behind her.
The offensive and defensive strategies were reversed.
Lin Zhou, who had just been looking like a "suffering little wife," now exuded a powerful aura, her eyes becoming extremely aggressive, like a hungry wolf finally baring its fangs.
He placed one hand on Su Qingge's ear, completely confining her within his territory, and looked down at her from above.
"You like role-playing, right?"
Lin Zhou narrowed his eyes, his gaze roaming freely over her body, finally settling on her slightly parted red lips, which were trembling with surprise:
"Now that you've called me master, shouldn't you fulfill your duties as a 'maid'?"
Su Qingge was stunned.
She only meant to tease him, to see him blush and panic. But she never expected that this usually docile Golden Retriever would actually bite when pushed to the limit!
Moreover, Lin Zhou's aura was too dangerous at this moment.
The intense, undisguised masculine hormones made her feel flustered and her legs went weak.
"You...you mustn't do anything reckless..."
Su Qingge's momentum instantly weakened. She reached out to push him away, but found he wouldn't budge. "I... I was just trying on clothes, and I still have to return them to the manufacturer..."
"It's too late."
Lin Zhou sneered, giving her no chance to escape.
He lowered his head, his nose lightly brushing against her cheek, his voice low and suggestive:
"I can pay for your clothes if they get dirty, but you have to put out the fire in my heart."
After saying that, he didn't hesitate any longer and kissed her directly.
His target was those red lips that he had been longing for all night.
Su Qingge stared wide-eyed at the handsome face that was getting closer and closer, her heart pounding and her mind going blank.
To hide or not to hide?
Just as their lips were about to touch, just a second before the romantic atmosphere in the room was about to transform into concrete action.
A sudden change occurred.
Su Qingge's face suddenly turned deathly pale.
The initial resistance and shyness in her eyes were instantly replaced by intense pain.
Her brows furrowed suddenly, and she seemed to have all her strength drained away as she slowly slid down the wardrobe door.
"Well……"
A painful groan escaped her lips.
Lin Zhou's movements came to an abrupt halt.
His kiss missed, stopping less than a centimeter from her lips.
"Wife?"
Lin Zhou sensed something was wrong, and that dangerous sense of aggression vanished instantly, replaced by astonishment and tension.
He looked down and saw that Su Qingge was already squatting on the ground.
She clutched her stomach tightly with both hands, cold sweat pouring down her forehead. Her face, which had been rosy and beautiful just moments before, was now as white as a sheet of paper.
The cute cat-ear headband was askew to one side, making her look particularly forlorn.
"Wha...what's wrong?"
Lin Zhou panicked and quickly knelt down to help her, his voice trembling, "Where do you feel unwell? Is it a stomachache? Or...?"
Su Qingge curled up in a ball, in so much pain she couldn't even speak. She managed to raise one hand, point to her stomach, then to the ground floor, and squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth:
"No...don't touch me...it hurts..."