地震时怎样保护自己

Editor: Atlas Studios

Lu Weixi’s first instinct was to tighten the towel around her body, and a question slipped out before she could restrain herself: “Why are you here?”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them. He had paid for everything in this house, including her. It was his right to be here.

Usually, when Qin Zhiyou went to his study, he wouldn’t return to the bedroom to rest. It was quite a surprise today.

Qin Zhiyou glanced at her with indifference. Lu Weixi had just come out of the bath, her skin was porcelain-like, slightly flushed from the steam. Her hair was dark, slightly curled and wet, cascading down her chest. Even though she was tightly wrapped in a towel, the contours of her body were slightly visible… Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were wide due to the surprise; her lips slightly parted, revealing her white, neatly arranged teeth, looking both innocent and attractive.

After catching a glimpse of her, Qin Zhiyou averted his eyes. He leaned against the headboard of the bed, mobile phone in his left hand, and wth his right hand, he gently swiped to unlock the screen. After receiving a notification, he tapped the screen nimbly—clearly engaged in a conversation.

Lu Weixi exhaled softly, quickly fetched a set of sleepwear and changed at record speed. She then headed over to the nearby vanity and applied moisturiser, followed by a face mask. Grabbing the hair dryer, she painstakingly and meticulously dried her wet hair while stealing glances at him through the corner of her eyes.

However, after fifteen minutes, Qin Zhiyou remained in the same position, his mobile phone screen flashing nonstop—it seemed he was engrossed in his chat.

Lu Weixi frowned; why hadn’t he rested yet? Once she was done drying her hair, she discarded her face mask and leisurely applied eye serum, eye cream, face serum, and night cream, hand cream, and body lotion one by one. She performed her skincare routine slowly, as if an artisan meticulously refining a piece of artwork.

Just as she was about to use a facial massaging tool from her cabinet out of desperation, she noticed Qin Zhiyou finally putting his phone down and lying down from her mirror’s reflection. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

She quickly tidied up her beauty products from the desk, performing her task as quietly as possible to avoid making any sound. She then quietly crept towards the bed, lifting the corner of the quilt to slide in.

The room was silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioner. Lu Weixi curled herself into a ball at the edge of the bed and remained awake. She suffered from mild anxiety, which made it difficult to sleep unless exhausted, especially with any light or sound present in the room.

Turning her head, she saw Qin Zhiyou was already sleeping soundly, his breathing steady. It had been a while; he must be asleep by now. The controls for the bedside lamp were on his side, and Lu Weixi, working up some courage, propped herself up with one hand, and leaned over towards his side, reaching to turn off the bedside lamp.

The bed was large, and her arm wasn’t long enough to reach the switch. She had to carefully inch closer to him, making sure not to touch him.

Just as her fingers were about to hit the switch, Qin Zhiyou suddenly grabbed her wrist and rolled over.

“I never thought you would go to such lengths—just to get closer to me. Are you that desperate for money?”