After Divorce: Why My Aloof Ex Starts Chasing Me?-Chapter 206 Discussing Benefits

Jiang Zhixun didn’t show up all day, and Shen Qingqing felt somewhat unaccustomed as she lay in bed.

After all, lately, he would appear downstairs at the dorm in the afternoon if he didn’t come in the morning.

He’d either accompany her to the cafeteria or bring food from outside for her.

Not seeing him all day was really unusual.

Shen Qingqing trusted Jiang Zhixun very much; he wouldn’t sneakily flirt with others.

There were no special female acquaintances around him.

No ex-girlfriend, no idealized love, no secret crush... none at all.

The only emotional entanglement was her.

This was one of the reasons she agreed to date Jiang Zhixun.

She pulled the blanket higher to cover her chin and lips, trying not to let the cold air in.

Once winter hits, Shen Qingqing’s hands and feet turn icy cold, and nothing keeps her warm.

If she didn’t need to breathe, she’d want to curl up completely under the covers.

He should have something important to do; after all, he’s about to return to his team and has to prepare in advance.

Before drifting into a sleepy haze, Shen Qingqing thought this.

Cold weather is good for sleeping, and with no work the next day, Shen Qingqing slept until morning.

Reaching for the watch on her desk, it was not yet eight.

The bed was too warm, and Shen Qingqing just wanted to stay in.

She didn’t know what time Jiang Zhixun would arrive, but he had the key and could come straight into the dorm, so she didn’t worry too much.

Work is really exhausting, so Shen Qingqing turned over and fell back asleep.

In a daze, she heard the sound of the door opening.

She opened her eyes slightly to look.

The visitor was tall and broad-shouldered, blocking the light from outside as he entered.

It was Jiang Zhixun.

Shen Qingqing closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

With the door and windows closed, it was quite warm inside for Jiang Zhixun.

He placed breakfast on the table, took off his coat, and bent down to look at Shen Qingqing.

Her eyes were tightly shut, but her eyelashes fluttered.

She was still awake.

Jiang Zhixun smiled and gathered her into his arms along with the blanket, "Teacher Shen, time to get up for breakfast."

The person in his arms frowned, didn’t open her eyes, "When you call me Teacher Shen, please don’t be handsy."

Jiang Zhixun’s lips curved into a more noticeable smile, "Teacher Shen is my wife, why can’t I be handsy?"

Shen Qingqing was too lazy to argue with him.

Jiang Zhixun nudged her hair gently, "Want to sleep more?"

"Yeah."

Shen Qingqing originally just wanted to nap for a while, but now the longer she slept, the more she wanted to sleep.

She really didn’t want to get up now.

Seeing her sleepy face, Jiang Zhixun didn’t want to rush her either.

The outing was meant to relax; if she wasn’t well-rested, climbing the mountain would be a burden.

Let her rest well first.

He took off his watch and placed it next to Shen Qingqing’s on the desk.

He squeezed into her bed under the guise, "I’m helping you warm up the bed."

Shen Qingqing’s smile was forced, "You’re just a boyfriend right now, aren’t you getting a bit too familiar?"

"We’ve slept together before, so we are indeed familiar."

Shen Qingqing was almost choked by saliva, nearly coughing.

She covered her mouth to ease the discomfort in her throat.

After a few seconds, she scolded, "Shameless!"

"That time you clung to me, slept soundly; Shen Qingqing, you can’t pretend you don’t know me outside the bed."

Jiang Zhixun stretched out an arm, wrapping around Shen Qingqing’s head, his other hand holding her waist, wanting her to lie on his chest, resting on his shoulder.

Shen Qingqing had forgotten about their past, "You’re making things up."

Jiang Zhixun looked nonchalant, "Want me to describe the details? I even changed your clothes that night..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Qingqing covered his mouth.

The laughter in Jiang Zhixun’s eyes deepened.

He kissed Shen Qingqing’s palm first.

Then things escalated.

His breath grazed her palm with warmth and softness; Shen Qingqing, sensitive to tickling, couldn’t help but let out a soft sound.

To Jiang Zhixun, that soft sound was enchanting, tickling his heart.

He reminded himself that they hadn’t remarried, hadn’t received the marriage certificate yet, couldn’t cross the final boundary.

Forcibly he cast aside the amorous thoughts from his mind.

Hugging Shen Qingqing tightly, "Sleep!"

He had showered before leaving, carrying a faint soap scent.

Combined with a crisp aroma, it turned into a uniquely male scent.

Too overpowering, there was no way Shen Qingqing could relax and sleep again.

She shifted her neck; beneath was his solid, powerful arm.

Hard as a rock.

The result of years of training.

She casually found an excuse, "So hard, it’s uncomfortable."

Jiang Zhixun quickly withdrew his arm, simultaneously releasing the hand around her, allowing her to adjust to a comfortable sleeping position.

Her back pressed against his warm chest, her feet covered by him, the temperature inside the bed began to soar.

Shen Qingqing said seriously, "Dating has its perks."

Although he was clingy, his skill in warming up the bed was unparalleled, offsetting his flaws.

Jiang Zhixun’s large hand slipped through her slender waist, resting in front of her belly.

He nibbled on Shen Qingqing’s ear, "Getting married, we can explore more perks; how about trying it?"

At twenty-eight, Shen Qingqing was still a bit thin-skinned, easily embarrassed, but she wasn’t oblivious to the meaning behind his words.

Previously agreeing to date him partly involved succumbing to male beauty and the desire to fulfill physiological needs.

Constantly pushing him away seems like such a waste...

The person in his arms suddenly turned over to face him; the fearless Jiang Zhixun inexplicably felt a wave of nervousness.

He dared not move, "What’s up?"

Shen Qingqing stared at him; this face was undoubtedly remarkable, flawless.

Handsomely strong, even with a crew cut, excessively good-looking.

Kept in shape through regular training.

Dating him was indeed advantageous.

She pinched Jiang Zhixun’s chin, "We can explore those perks without marrying."

Getting married might even restrict the current freedom.

There could be pressure to have children; separating might become less effortless.

Being in a relationship is better.

Jiang Zhixun’s eyes turned dark and his throat bobbed once, "What do you mean?"

Chest tight, his words followed a somber tone.

Shen Qingqing met his gaze, "Stop pretending."

Jiang Zhixun’s breaths faltered, yet he kept trying to stay calm, "Not pretending, genuinely clueless."

If he misunderstood, wouldn’t Qingqing scold him for being a rogue?

The hand resting on Shen Qingqing’s waist tightened, grew even warmer.

Claiming he wasn’t acting was something Shen Qingqing didn’t believe.

"Ahem..."

Expressing this somehow felt awkward for her, Shen Qingqing blushed slightly, "Want to explore now?"

Jiang Zhixun’s chest heaved, his eyes deep as the abyss, "Do you know what you’re saying?"

Shen Qingqing: "I’m twenty-eight, not eighteen."

She knew what she was doing and could take responsibility for her actions.

She looked skeptical, "But you, at thirty-three now, are you still up for it?"

All men have a sense of competitiveness; Jiang Zhixun was no exception.

How could he tolerate doubts from his beloved?

He nudged his jaw, "Shen Qingqing, you better not cry!"

The scorching kiss came abruptly; Shen Qingqing was buried in the bed, catching the first glimpse of Jiang Zhixun’s true self.

Fierce.

Domineering.

Desiring to fuse her into his very being.

The dorm’s single bed was small; gripping the headboard bars, the muscles of Jiang Zhixun’s sun-bronzed arms stood out.

His handsome face showed a variety of expressions.

There was restraint.

Excitement.

And some conflict.

Shen Qingqing closed her eyes, waiting for him; the expected scenario didn’t happen.

She opened her eyes slightly, "Are you up for it or not?"

Jiang Zhixun leaned over, holding her tightly.

"Not, no condom."

She didn’t even want to marry, and having a kid would only put her in a dilemma.

Jiang Zhixun wanted very much, very much to remarry Shen Qingqing; he could try many methods to make her agree.

The idea of taking advantage of having a child to achieve marriage... better not.

He kissed Shen Qingqing’s forehead firmly, "I’ll go to the hospital, be right back."

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