To Xia Wei"s surprise, Jiang Zhi Zhou chose a movie starring Mo Zhen . "Don"t you dislike Film Emperor Mo?"

　　"When did I ever say that? He"s a frequent visitor to Tian Xia Restaurant . "

　　"Ah . . . " Xia Wei smirked at him, silently laughing inside . Who was the sulky one the last time she wanted to see Film Emperor Mo on screen? Well, since he"d gone to the trouble of selecting a movie, she"d deign to see it .

　　Gla.s.s in hand, she nestled into his arms, feeling very comfortable . The film was an old one . Back then, Mo Zhen had not yet become a husband or father, and still retained a certain boyishness about him . From time to time, Xia Wei couldn"t help but sigh in admiration at his excellent looks . After G.o.d only knows how many compliments, Jiang Zhi Zhou suddenly turned the TV off .

　　"What did you do that for?" Xia Wei asked with some dissatisfaction, looking up at him .

　　Jiang Zhi Zhou looked back down . "You were right . I really didn"t like Mo Zhen . "

　　Xia Wei: " . . . "

　　She flattened her lips and slid her empty gla.s.s back onto the table . "Then I"m off to my room to sleep . "

　　Perhaps because she had been curled up on the sofa quite awhile, her legs were a little wobbly . Upon standing, she lost her balance and nearly fell back . Jiang Zhi Zhou took the opportunity to catch her, and the two sat back down heavily onto the sofa .

　　"Ugh, my feet went numb . " Xia Wei lamented, examining her legs and not noticing that her nightrobe had fallen askew .

　　But Jiang Zhi Zhou noticed .

　　The nightdress she wore had two pieces to it, the inner slip gauzy and low-cut in the back . The outer robe was tied at the waist with a belt . Xia Wei usually wore the slip in bed, and kept the robe on otherwise .

　　Jiang Zhi Zhou had not really been thinking about anything at all, but now that the robe was lying loose about her body, he suddenly found that Xia Wei"s nightdress was extraordinarily s.e.xy .

　　His eyes were glued to her chest .

　　The burning look she was receiving soon caught Xia Wei"s attention . As she quickly tried to fix her clothing, Jiang Zhi Zhou stopped her .

　　A hand covered her heart, and the person to whom it belonged kissed her collarbone .

　　"You . . . " Xia Wei struggled slightly under that hand, her heart pounding . "Let me go . . . "

　　Her only answer was Jiang Zhi Zhou"s breathing, getting heavier and heavier .

　　By then, her robe had completely fallen off her shoulders, and the skirt of her slip pushed to the waist . As Jiang Zhi Zhou got closer and closer, her heart filled with panic .

　　Was it really, really necessary to do this after all? She had always been a firm believer in saving s.e.x for marriage!

　　But then Twiggy"s words suddenly resounded in her mind . They were all about to be 30 years old . Shouldn"t it be important to confirm that one would be satisfied in this aspect of marriage before tying the knot? What would you do after marriage otherwise?!

　　No, no, no . . . From how he was currently doing, Mr . Jiang shouldn"t be too unskilled . . .

　　When Jiang Zhi Zhou parted her legs, Xia Wei finally couldn"t help herself and shouted, "Wait!"

　　Jiang Zhi Zhou halted abruptly . Even Suns.h.i.+ne, who had been quietly lying in his nest, was startled . He barked twice in Jiang Zhi Zhou"s direction . "Woof woof!"