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Chapter 467 I Want to Kiss You

To outsiders, the Zhou family heir, with his outstanding appearance and family background, was outrageously arrogant.

His occasional gloomy expression seemed more like a pointless moan born of emptiness.

Nobody really cares about him...

The corridor outside the ward.

Upon learning that Jiang Zhouzhou had been taken to the hospital, Zhou Xian rushed over immediately.

Outside the tightly closed ward door, he was breathing heavily, his forehead covered in a fine layer of sweat from his haste to get there.

Just as Zhou Xian was about to push the door open, he stopped when his hand touched the doorknob.

Through the door, Jiang Zhouzhou's voice was soft yet powerful: "Life has no script; his life should be chosen by himself."

Old Master Zhou sneered, "Young lady, you are too naive. For men, love and romance are just seasonings in life. Only the power and status they hold in their hands are the most real."

“You are just a fork in his road in life. He temporarily deviated from his path because of you, and as his father, I have the responsibility to guide him. That is why you have the right to meet me.”

For Mr. Zhou, it had been a long time since he had argued with a junior like this.

Perhaps it's because I'm getting older, but my methods have become more lenient.

Ignoring his threatening gaze, Jiang Zhouzhou suddenly asked, "Since you are his father, have you ever loved him?"

Grandpa Zhou was visibly taken aback for a moment, then said, "Of course, he is my most beloved youngest son."

But Jiang Zhouzhou shook her head: "No, you don't love him."

"In the life you've planned for him, you've only treated him as a tool, never thinking about whether he'll be happy or fulfilled."

"You think he's like you when you were younger, but I don't think so at all."

Beneath Zhou Xian's strong exterior lies a heart softer and more delicate than anyone else's.

When she finished her live stream, he would pretend to be asking for a free meal and personally cook for her at her home.

When she had menstrual cramps, she clumsily made brown sugar water.

I had a cold and fever, and although I wanted her to take care of me, I was afraid of infecting her, so I deliberately chased her away.

He wanted to hug her but was worried that his cold coat would make her cold, so he took it off immediately.

He forcefully entered her world, but she retreated time and again.

He wasn't a coward, but he bowed his head again and again for her sake, even becoming hesitant and timid when trying to kiss her secretly.

These hidden expressions of love, subtle and intricate, gradually seeped into her world.

No one taught him how to love.

He surrounded her with deep love.

"Thank you for letting me come today. I have a terrible personality. When I encounter problems that I can't solve, I always subconsciously try to escape."

“But every time I backed away, Zhou Xian stepped forward towards me with even greater determination.”

Jiang Zhouzhou's gaze fell on the elderly man who didn't have much time left, her eyes filled with an unprecedented determination.

"If I hadn't come here today, I probably wouldn't have made up my mind."

Therefore... I refuse your request.

"I will love him well."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door behind him opened.

Zhou Xian walked in with an aura of coldness. He ignored the old man in the wheelchair and directly grasped Jiang Zhouzhou's hand.

"Jiang Zhouzhou, I'm here to take you home."

With a little force, I pulled her away.

Jiang Zhouzhou staggered slightly, then quickly nodded to Grandpa Zhou: "We'll head back now, goodbye Uncle Zhou..."

With Zhou Xian by their side, the people guarding outside didn't dare to stop them, and the two left easily.

The snow outside wasn't heavy, and Jiang Zhouzhou seemed a little distracted.

Zhou Xian didn't speak, and neither did she.

The cool snow fell on my cheeks and melted instantly.

The man next to her suddenly said, "Jiang Zhouzhou, I heard that."

Jiang Zhouzhou tilted her head to look at him: "What did you hear?"

Zhou Xian curled the corners of her mouth and deliberately drew out her words: "You said... you love me."

Jiang Zhouzhou blinked: "Did I say that? You must have misheard me!"

Faced with her denial, Zhou Xian stared straight at her.

Those dark, deep eyes reflected her face; at that moment, all he could see was her.

Jiang Zhouzhou turned her face to the side and said in a low voice, "Okay! You heard me right."

At such a close angle, Zhou Xian's lips curved into a deep smile.

He cupped her face in his hands and turned her face back.

A light kiss landed on Jiang Zhouzhou's lips.

In the afternoon, Jiang Zhouzhou spent all her time with Zhou Xian. They went to a restaurant for a meal, watched a movie at the cinema, and spent two hundred yuan to buy ten scratch-off lottery tickets, eventually breaking even with twenty yuan.

The snow continued to fall until it got dark, but it melted quickly into water when it hit the ground.

When Jiang Zhouzhou got back to the car, the tip of her nose was red from the cold.

Zhou Xian got into the car from the other side, and as soon as he sat in the driver's seat, he scooped her up in an almost rescue-like motion.

In the cramped space, Jiang Zhouzhou sat on his lap, glaring at him with displeasure: "Zhou Gouzi, what are you trying to do now?"

Zhou Xian: "I want to kiss you."

Jiang Zhouzhou: "..."

She had heard that phrase countless times that afternoon.

She pointed to her lips and said, "I touched up my lipstick twelve times this afternoon, and it's almost all used up."

Zhou Xian held her fingers, kissed her fingertips, and said in a coaxing tone, "I'll buy you a new one."

Jiang Zhouzhou: "..."

Is this the point?

She wasn't upset about the lipstick.

She felt sorry for her lips, which were about to swell from being kissed so much.

Just as he was about to kiss her again, Jiang Zhouzhou suddenly reached out and blocked his face, gently patting him.

“Zhou Xian, you once told me that if anyone kisses me, I should slap them in the face.”

Zhou Xian's lips twitched; the boomerang he had once thrown had now struck him squarely between the eyebrows.

The girl in his arms smiled mischievously, waving her hand back and forth in front of his eyes, looking eager to try.

Zhou Xian grabbed her wrist and pressed it hard against his face.

"Let's see if you slap my face until it's swollen first, or if I kiss your lips until they're swollen first."

A burning kiss landed, and all the words I wanted to say were crushed between my lips and teeth, turning into breaths.

From novice to expert, men seem to have an innate talent for this.

Jiang Zhouzhou felt dizzy and weak. Her slender fingers ran through his hair, letting him take away the little air she had left.

He really knows how to kiss.

Fortunately, the sudden ringing of her cell phone gave Jiang Zhouzhou a chance to catch her breath.

Pushing Zhou Xian away, Jiang Zhouzhou pursed her moist red lips, reminding the still-wanting man, "It's your phone."

Her face was flushed, and her exposed skin had a faint blush.

Jiang Zhouzhou raised her hand to fan the air, feeling a bit hot.

Zhou Xian glanced at the caller ID on his phone and frowned almost imperceptibly.

He pressed the answer button, and upon hearing something, his expression changed drastically.

"I'll take you back first."