The Beautiful Stepmother from the Eighties: Marrying a Factory Director to Raise Kids Chapter 507

Zhou Yueshen went downstairs to take a shower.

Although there was a bathing area on the second floor, one had to boil water and carry it up themselves.

The Zhou family was wealthy, but since they lived in the countryside, it wasn't as convenient as the city, and the facilities were indeed lacking.

Si Nian usually boiled water and carried it up bit by bit to bathe.

But Zhou Yueshen wasn't that delicate; he simply went downstairs and rinsed off with cold water.

His hair was short, so a casual rub with a towel dried it.

He soon went upstairs, his body still giving off a damp aura.

Opening the bedroom door, Zhou Yueshen saw Si Nian sitting sideways on the chair by the desk, flipping through a book.

She had changed into a nightdress with thin fabric. Under the moonlight, her black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her eyes were slightly downcast. She lacked the striking, glamorous impact she had during the day, but instead possessed a uniquely delicate and alluring charm.

At this mont, the room was filled with the unique, sweet fragrance of a young woman. Every breath he took was filled with her scent.

The depths of Zhou Yueshen's calm, pool-like eyes grew heated, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

He stepped forward, sat beside her, and with a sweep of his large hand, effortlessly pulled the young woman into his arms. His voice was low: "What are you reading?"

Si Nian was sowhat nervous. She gripped the book, but hadn't actually absorbed a single word.

"Just browsing."

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He withdrew his gaze, casually tossed the book onto the desk, and suddenly leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss.

Si Nian was startled and instinctively shrank back.

Zhou Yueshen held her waist, his large hands sinking into her sides as he pressed her down for a straightforward kiss.

When it ca to intimacy, this man always held the initiative, leaving Si Nian defenseless.

As their lips and tongues intertwined, the book beside them was accidentally knocked to the floor by her.

Si Nian instinctively tilted her head, wanting to reach out and pick it up.

However, just as she parted from the man's lips, she felt a looseness at her front.

At so point, Zhou Yueshen's fingertips had found their way to her bow.

With a gentle pull.

She hurriedly reached up to cover herself, her eyes misting with a mix of moisture and shyness as she looked at him.

The light was still on, making both of their features clearly visible.

Si Nian's plump lips trembled. She averted her eyes from the man's highly aggressive gaze and spoke in a voice as quiet as a mosquito: "Turn off the light."

Zhou Yueshen watched her quietly for a mont, then suddenly stood up.

Still holding her waist with one hand, he lifted her entire body up with him.

Si Nian instinctively reached out to wrap her arms around the man's neck, pressing her face against his chest.

His bare chest was cool and hard, and only then did she realize how burning hot her own face was.

Zhou Yueshen weighed her in his arms, his eyebrows lifting slightly.

One hand moved upwards, tracing the curve of the young woman's spine until it landed on her slender, soft neck. With a slight pressure, he forced her to tilt her head up again, and he lowered his head to cover her lips.

Maintaining this posture, he walked over to the light switch.

She clung to his neck.

With a click.

The room plunged into silence and darkness.

All that remained was the man's heavy breathing and soft rustling sounds.

Si Nian's eyes hadn't yet adjusted to the dark.

By the ti she reacted, Zhou Yueshen had already brought her to sit on the bed.

Her hands instinctively pressed against his shoulders, her arms trembling slightly.

The silky, thin nightdress had long since slipped, hanging loosely off her shoulders.

As her eyes grew accustod to the darkness, she could faintly make out the shadowy silhouette of the man's features and his bright dark eyes. With his scorching large hands, he only needed to lower his head to easily block her lips.

Their lips and tongues t.

Seeing the young woman go limp as water in his arms, feeling as though she might slip through his fingers if he wasn't careful, Zhou Yueshen tightened his grip.

This man, who had once experienced the hail of bullets on the battlefield and survived near-certain death.

He had witnessed too many life-and-death partings and the hypocrisy of power and profit.

Ultimately, he chose to return to a peaceful life.

He thought this was how his life would be, content with the sole mission of raising his three children.

He never expected that one day, a woman would share his bed.

Through a twist of fate, he had t her.

They had initially co together for their own purposes, but in the course of their ordinary life, they had truly united.

There was no earth-shattering romance, nor any dramatic ups and downs.

Just through simple interactions, it was as if his heart had been stolen. Like a young boy experiencing his first crush, he wanted to show her everything he had.

It felt as though she was ant to be his, that they were always ant to be like this, spending the rest of their years and youth together.

In the dim room, under the moonlight, the rising and falling silhouettes and soft sounds could faintly be seen and heard.

The milk bottle on the desk was accidentally knocked over, and Si Nian let out a cry.

It was the formula prepared for Yaoyao earlier that night. The little girl had eaten a lot today and hadn't finished it.

She imdiately got up and said, "Wait a mont, I'll go change my clothes."

Both of them had gotten dirty and slled of milk.

Zhou Yueshen took a deep breath and set her down.

He opened the window and took a deep breath.

Air rushed into the room, blowing away so of the scorching heat.

In the dim room, under the moonlight, the rising and falling silhouettes and soft sounds could faintly be seen and heard.

The milk bottle on the desk was accidentally knocked over, interrupting the two of them.

It was the formula prepared for Yaoyao earlier that night. The little girl had eaten a lot today and hadn't finished it.

The intimate atmosphere between them was broken, and Si Nian imdiately said, "Wait a mont, I'll go change my clothes."

Both of them had gotten dirty and slled of milk.

Zhou Yueshen took a deep breath and set her down.

Si Nian hurriedly dug out so pajamas and went into the bathroom.

He opened the window and took a deep breath, cleaning up the spilled milk on the floor.

Air rushed into the room, blowing away so of the scorching heat.

"Zhou Yueshen, help!"

Si Nian rushed out of the bathroom, clutching her half-worn clothes. She crashed into the man, wrapping her arms and legs around him tightly like an octopus.

Fortunately, Zhou Yueshen was strong and sturdy enough; a normal person would probably have been knocked flying. His heart, which had leaped into his throat out of fright, settled down when he saw she was unhard. Sowhat amused, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Just as Si Nian had taken off her nightgown, a centipede the length of a finger had crawled onto her foot. Terrified, she hopped and leaped, sprinting out of the room at lightning speed.

Si Nian was still in a state of shock, her heart pounding wildly. With her trypophobia, she was utterly terrified of such things and had nearly fainted.

She couldn't even speak clearly, gesturing with her hands just like Second Child: "It was th-that big..." She swallowed hard, a look of pure horror on her face: "A centipede..."

It was Zhou Yueshen's first ti seeing her make such an expression. It was truly adorable, and he couldn't help but let his lips curve upwards into a smile: "A centipede? Very big?"

Si Nian nodded vigorously: "Super big!"

She had never seen such a huge centipede; she was going to have nightmares tonight.

Why were there centipedes in the house? Why hadn't she noticed them before?

"The weather is damp. It's true that the countryside has these things. I'll go take a look." Zhou Yueshen patted her shoulder and, carrying her, walked toward the bathroom.

Si Nian imdiately pulled her head back and buried it low into his chest.

Because they were intimate just monts ago, Zhou Yueshen was still bare-chested.

His lean, muscular body enveloped her, providing a silent sense of security.

Si Nian looked slender when dressed, but she actually had curves in all the right places. She was even much more voluptuous than the average person, with a heavy fullness that was hard to ignore.

However, still reeling from the lingering shock, she was completely oblivious to how intimately close they were.

Zhou Yueshen, on the other hand, was acutely aware of it. The heat he had just managed to suppress instantly rushed downwards. His breath hitched for a couple of seconds, his chest rising and falling involuntarily.

Seeing that Zhou Yueshen was actually going to carry her inside, Si Nian hurriedly struggled to get down.

She was wearing a nightgown made of smooth, slippery fabric. With her sudden movent, Zhou Yueshen almost lost his grip on her.

"Ah..."

Her soft cry carried a hint of surprise, laced with an undeniable sweetness.

Then, both of them froze.

Si Nian's heart began to race, a flush creeping up her cheeks before she even realized it.

The lights were still on, and she finally noticed just how suggestive their posture was. "Zhou... Zhou Yueshen..."

Zhou Yueshen could have held back, but the way she called his na made him draw in a sharp breath.

A deeply subtle expression flickered across his usually cold and rigid face.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together.

A surge of raw impulse rushed to his head, making his scalp tingle and his body tremble slightly.

Her face burning red, Si Nian buried her head into the crook of the man's neck.

Looking at her like this, Zhou Yueshen felt a tidal wave of emotion crash through him, his gaze growing dark and heavy.

He took two deep breaths in a row, forcefully tamping down the fire inside him, and asked in a husky, restrained voice, "Are you scared? Go wait for on the bed?"

Since her shoes had been kicked off to who-knows-where, Zhou Yueshen simply turned around, carrying her.

Si Nian let out a soft, compliant murmur.

Zhou Yueshen then set her down onto the bed.