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Recalling the way he looked at me before, his gaze as cold as if he were about to become a monk, I found myself deeply questioning my own charm. Today, everything I lost must be reclaimed!
I quickly typed:
"Then for your first lesson, you should learn how to empathize with your wife."
He replied, clearly puzzled:
"Aren't we supposed to be learning substitution techniques? Teacher?"
I could hardly suppress my frustration. As a single woman, I've never even had a crush on any male contestant, so where would I find a substitute?
I couldn't hold back:
"Are you still going to study or not?"
He quickly responded:
"Yes, yes! I'm studying!"
"Teacher, what should I do next?"
Seeing his earnestness in seeking guidance sparked my playful side:
"First, go give your wife a foot massage."
The lofty Zhou Qinyan had never served anyone before. He rarely even poured tea or fetched water. Would he refuse this suggestion?
Just as I was pondering this, he sent another message:
"But what if she finds me annoying?"
"I feel like she doesn't really like me touching her, especially physical contact."
I thought to myself:
Dude, you keep a distance of eight feet from me when we sleep at night!
"Do you think I don't like you touching me?"
While I was feeling indignant, he continued, "At night, I have to force myself to hold back even intimate actions, and it's so hard, Teacher."
I thought, "At night? Holding back? Is he that far from me because...?"
As certain thoughts crossed my mind, my face instantly flushed. No way!
Zhou Qinyan seemed to have opened a floodgate of words: "Teacher, you have no idea. The woman I love is lying right next to me, yet I can only... I'm in so much pain."
"Teacher, let me tell you, on the night of our wedding, I actually learned a lot. I really want to..."
"Teacher, have you heard about the 24 types of..."
Looking at the messages on the screen, my ears turned completely red. He looked so serious; how could he be thinking about these things?
Faced with the continuous stream of suggestive messages, I was so embarrassed that I couldn't help but shout out loud, "Zhou Qinyan!!!"
As soon as the words left my mouth, I suddenly realized something.
Zhou Qinyan was still at home; hadn't I just exposed myself?
Sure enough, the door to the study upstairs slowly opened.
Zhou Qinyan walked out leisurely, still wearing a cold expression: "What’s going on?"
I thought to myself: You weren't like this just now.
Men, a species skilled at disguising themselves!
I exited the chat interface and looked up at Zhou Qinyan. "What are you doing upstairs?"
His expression stiffened for a moment, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.
But he quickly regained his composure and frowned. "Working."
Ha! Learning how to be a stand-in while playing with words!
I pretended not to notice anything unusual. "Oh."
Zhou Qinyan narrowed his eyes, glanced at me, and turned to head back to his study.
I called out to him, "Honey."
He stumbled slightly, almost losing his balance.
After a moment, he mechanically turned back. "What is it?"
I suppressed a laugh and feigned distress as I rubbed my neck. "My neck feels a bit sore; I want to go out for a massage."
Zhou Qinyan looked conflicted, as if struggling internally.
After a while, he made up his mind and walked over. "Where does it hurt? Let me take a look."
I brushed my hair aside and casually pointed. "Here."
In the next moment, I felt his fingers gently pressing on the back of my neck, cautiously kneading.
"Here?"
I nodded, relaxing as I enjoyed his massage.
To my surprise, this young master Zhou had quite professional massage skills.
I couldn't help but turn my head to look at him.
He wore a serious expression, as if he were completing a task.
He even raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's wrong? Is it uncomfortable?"
I quickly shook my head.
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