I'm a senior in high school, and the Emperor Development System has arrived!

Chapter 134 Have ten big, fat sons with me

"What's that in your pocket? It's kind of uncomfortable."

In response to Jiang Xia's question, Chen Zhou grunted, rubbed her head, and said seriously:

"Children shouldn't ask about adult matters."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xia immediately understood the truth, her face slightly flushed as she said:

"He just loves to act like a hooligan!"

Chen Zhou didn't speak, but gently hugged her, his hand slowly tracing her alabaster-like spine.

As if an electric current had struck, Jiang Xia let out a soft hum, her shoulders swaying slightly, and said in a coquettish tone:
"Don't touch it, it tickles!"

Chen Zhou chuckled and said:

"I wouldn't touch it if it didn't itch!"

Jiang Xia snorted:
"Bad guy!"

After being embraced by Chen Zhou for a while, Jiang Xia's shyness dissipated somewhat.

Although she was only wearing a bra and vest, only her shoulders and stomach were exposed.

Actually, I wore more clothes than I would have worn to the beach.

However, it's a little different from being at the beach, so Chen Zhou won't hold her in his arms and touch her inappropriately.

Jiang Xia hummed "bad guy" softly, but her body betrayed her by snuggling even closer into Chen Zhou's arms.

The two did not speak.

But Chen Zhou tightened his grip on her arm, and then his other hand started to move around erratically.

Unconsciously, his fingertips gently caressed that delicate skin, bringing waves of subtle tingling sensation.

Jiang Xia squinted comfortably, like a cat being stroked, her previous shyness replaced by a lazy sense of security.

Time seemed to slow down, and only the sound of their intertwined breaths filled the room, peaceful and intimate.

But Chen Zhou gradually stopped being satisfied with just stroking Jiang Xia's back and slowly moved his hand to the front.

My fingers made circles on my stomach and then moved upwards.

Jiang Xia's hand finally reached the edge of the bra top before she grabbed the restless little devil, her face flushed with embarrassment as she said:

"no……"

Chen Zhou leaned closer and lowered his voice:
"What's wrong with it?"

Jiang Xia lowered his head and said:

"This won't work!"

Chen Zhou gave an "oh," then moved his finger in a circle downwards, saying with a playful expression:

"So that means this place is okay?"

Jiang Xia quickly grabbed it, shaking his head:
"This place... won't work either!"

Chen Zhou was helpless:
"Where can I get that?"

Jiang Xia said shyly:
"Anywhere but these two places will do..."

Chen Zhou chuckled and said:

"That's what you said."

As he spoke, he moved his finger to Jiang Xia's lips and asked softly:
"Then, my little darling, is this place alright?"

Jiang Xia didn't speak, letting his fingers move back and forth around his lips.

However, seeing that she had acquiesced, Chen Zhou licked his dry lips and then kissed her.

The moment their lips touched, it was like two pieces of thin porcelain, fresh from the kiln, gently colliding, with a slightly cool tremor.

Chen Zhou's kiss was very light, like a feather brushing against you.

Jiang Xia's eyelashes trembled, and she subconsciously tried to dodge, but Chen Zhou gently pressed her hand down behind her head.

His fingertips brushed against her earlobe, burning her neck until it turned pink, but her lips involuntarily softened, like glutinous rice soaked in warm water, slightly sweet and moist.

"Well, no..."

He stole her breath, and soft whimpers escaped her throat, like a kitten's purr when its chin was scratched.

Her hand was still gripping his restless wrist, but gradually loosened its grip, her fingertips unconsciously digging into his palm, leaving shallow crescent-shaped marks.

Time passes slowly.

Jiang Xia's hand had somehow wrapped around his neck, her fingertips digging into his half-dry hair, gently clenching it.

Only when they were both out of breath did Chen Zhou step back slightly, his nose touching hers, their breaths mingling.

Jiang Xia's lips were kissed until they were bright red, as if they had been coated with a layer of newly fired red glaze. His eyes were misty with moisture, which made Jiang Xia's throat tighten.

"You are so bad!"

She cursed in a low voice, but her fingers gripped his hair even tighter, with a touch of coquettish force.

Chen Zhou chuckled softly and kissed the tip of her nose:

"Who just said that anything except those two places would be fine?"

Jiang Xia's face flushed red. She tried to pull away, but he held her even tighter. She could only bury her head in his neck and mumble:

"Anyway...anyway, this place won't work."

The nape of his neck tickled from her breath, and Chen Zhou smiled, turning his head to kiss the top of her head.
"Okay, my little girl has the final say."

During the movement, Jiang Xia's vest slipped down to her arms, revealing her shoulders that shimmered like pearls.

Chen Zhou stared for a long time, then kissed him.

"what?"

Jiang Xia gently patted his back and asked:
"What are you doing?"

Despite Jiang Xia's shouts, Chen Zhou kept breathing tightly, never letting go for a moment.

He left satisfied only after two or three minutes had passed and he saw a clear hickey on her collarbone.

Jiang Xia saw the hickeys on the edge of her vision, and her face immediately turned red with embarrassment. She kicked and punched Chen Zhou, who was on top of her, and said in a embarrassed and annoyed tone:
"You bad guy, you stinky bad guy!"

Chen Zhou was kicked so hard that he rolled halfway on the bed, but he deliberately pulled her into his arms and let her little fists hit his chest, laughing so hard that his chest vibrated.

He grabbed her flailing wrists and pressed them against the pillow, his nose brushing against her flushed cheeks.

“If you keep making a scene, the neighbors will think you’re abusing them—besides, this mark is so pretty, doesn’t it look like that rouge-red porcelain bowl we saw yesterday?”

"Pah! You're the one who looks like a bowl!"

Jiang Xia's knee pressed against his waist, but she didn't really exert force. Tears welled up in her eyes, half from shame and half from anger.

"What am I going to do if I wear a dress that shows my collarbone tomorrow? People will definitely laugh at me!"

"Then wear a turtleneck."

Chen Zhou lowered his head and nibbled on her earlobe, his fingertips tracing the warm hickey on her skin.
"Or it could be a mosquito bite; the mosquitoes in Jingdezhen are particularly venomous."

You're the one who's poisonous!

Jiang Xia struggled but couldn't break free, so she simply turned her head and bit his arm, not with much force, like a kitten testing the waters during its teething period.

Chen Zhou chuckled softly, tightening his grip on her and holding her firmly in his arms:
"Yes, yes, I'm toxic, so toxic that I just want to stick with you."

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled patterns of light on Jiang Xia's flushed cheeks.

She glared at him through gritted teeth, but her eyes were glistening with tears.

Seeing that he was still acting the same way, she gently bit Chen Zhou's arm, leaving two faint teeth marks.

Chen Zhou exclaimed:
"Are you a dog? You're sharp-tongued."

Just then, there was a loud knock on the door, accompanied by the deliveryman's energetic shout: "Hello, your takeout order has arrived!"

The two of them were startled at the same time, and the room fell silent instantly, with only their slightly rapid breathing remaining.

Jiang Xia suddenly sprang up from Chen Zhou's arms, frantically pulling the blanket over her chest, her cheeks flushed crimson.

"Quick, go open the door!"

Chen Zhou chuckled softly, slowly sat up from the bed, and deliberately stretched:

"What's the rush? The food delivery isn't going to grow legs and run away."

He glanced at the hickey on Jiang Xia's collarbone, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes:
"However, some people's hickeys can stay on their shoulders for several days."

"You still said that!"

Jiang Xia grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. While he raised his hand to block it, she quickly jumped off the bed, grabbed the pajamas next to her, and put them on.

Chen Zhou caught the pillow and tossed it back onto the bed, then slipped on his slippers and walked toward the door.

Watching Jiang Xia's flustered figure, he smiled and shook his head, then opened the door and took the takeout.

The aroma of mixed rice wafted from the plastic bag, making his stomach rumble.

He placed the takeout on the coffee table, and just as he unpacked it, Jiang Xia came out of the bathroom.

She washed her face, the wet strands of hair clinging to her skin, the blush on her cheeks fading slightly, but her eyes still darted away, unable to look at him.

"Come and eat, or the bibimbap will clump together."

Jiang Xia walked over slowly and sat down on the sofa opposite him. Her pajamas were buttoned up tightly, completely covering the hickey, which almost made Chen Zhou burst out laughing.

"What, are you so shy that you can't even eat?"

Chen Zhou picked up the spoon and handed it over, then scooped up a spoonful of mixed rice for himself and stuffed it into his mouth, deliberately making smacking noises as he chewed.
"You said you wanted to try this stone pot bibimbap, saying it's more authentic than the one near the school gate."

Jiang Xia took the spoon and poked at the fried egg in the bowl. The yolk broke and flowed out, coating the rice in a golden hue.

She shook off her previous gloom and said with bright eyes:
"This looks delicious!"

As she spoke, she scooped up a small mouthful and put it in her mouth, the hot rice mixed with the flavor of chili sauce spreading on her tongue.

It really smells good!
Chen Zhou looked at her puffed-out cheeks, like a hamster hiding food, and couldn't help but laugh out loud:
"Eat slowly, no one will compete with you."

He put a piece of grilled sausage in her bowl:

"Eat more, you must be hungry after all that commotion."

"Not you yet?"

Jiang Xia glared at him, but stuffed the sausage into her mouth. While chewing, she caught a glimpse of the teeth marks on his arm out of the corner of her eye, and her heart suddenly softened.

The mark wasn't deep, it looked like a small crescent moon, and now it had a faint reddish tinge.

"What are you looking at?"

Chen Zhou paused, his hand holding the rice scooping up his spoon, and raised an eyebrow at her:
"Do you feel you were too harsh on me and want to make it up to me?"

"Compensate you my foot!"

Jiang Xia's face turned red again, and she quickly lowered her head to eat her rice.
"I just noticed that your bowl of kimchi seems to have more than mine."

Chen Zhou chuckled softly and scooped most of the kimchi he didn't like from his bowl toward her.
"Here you go, all of it, so that some people won't be eyeing my bowl so much."

"Who stuck it on!"

Jiang Xia shoveled the kimchi into her bowl, her mouth still sharp, but her chopsticks honestly picked up a big mouthful. The sour and spicy smell filled her nostrils, making her sniffle.

"correct……"

Jiang Xia suddenly looked up, a bit of chili sauce still on the corner of her mouth, like a kitten that had stolen a sip of sauce:

"Just now in the bathroom...did you already know that the remote control could make the glass transparent?"

Chen Zhou paused with his chopsticks, then nonchalantly shoveled a mouthful of rice into his mouth:

"Don't try to turn the tables on me. How could I possibly have known all along?"

"I didn't turn the tables on you."

Jiang Xia scooped up a spoonful of rice, but her eyes were fixed on him like searchlights:
"Why were you glancing at me out of the corner of your eye when I was showering just now? Were you doing it on purpose?"

Chen Zhou almost choked on his food, coughing twice before he recovered.
"Don't accuse me without evidence!"

"How come I have no evidence?"

Jiang Xia stared at him, her eyes shining like a revolving lantern:
"The remote control was hidden in the sofa cushions. You found it as soon as you touched it. Didn't you already know where it was and what it was?"

"Also, I clearly felt someone watching me from behind while I was showering, it must have been you!"

Chen Zhou vehemently denied it, raising his hand to swear:
"I absolutely didn't know, if I had known beforehand..."

His eyes darted around, and he added:

"Then let Jiang Xia marry me, and we'll have ten big, healthy sons!"

Jiang Xia dropped the spoon in her hand into the takeout box with a clatter, splashing soup onto her wrist, but she didn't even notice.

Her cheeks were like Langhong porcelain that had been thrown into a kiln and fired, red from her ears to her chin, and even her neck was covered with a layer of pink mist.

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

She grabbed a sofa cushion and threw it at Chen Zhou, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Who wants to give you ten big, fat sons! Chen Zhou, your skin is thicker than the old city wall of Jingdezhen!"

Chen Zhou suppressed a laugh and deliberately put on a stern face:
"I was afraid you wouldn't believe me, so this was the only way I could prove my innocence."

He leaned closer, his nose almost touching her burning cheek:
"What, don't you want me to prove it?"

Jiang Xia pushed the sofa cushion towards his face, then took the opportunity to shrink back, using the sofa armrest to steady herself.

Chen Zhou grabbed a corner of the sofa cushion, pulled it gently, and then grasped her wrist:
"So you're saying you've agreed?"

"So you're assuming that if I lie, you'll have to give me ten big, healthy sons?"

"I don't!"

Jiang Xia tried to pull her hand away, but he gripped it even tighter, and she said angrily.

Chen Zhou deliberately tightened his grip, then lowered his head and gently blew on her wrist, causing her to recoil as if electrocuted. Only then did he chuckle softly.
"Looks like you don't want to give me ten big, healthy sons? How about just one?"

"Give you a head!"

Jiang Xia grabbed an empty mineral water bottle from the table and threw it at him, but he caught it.

Chen Zhou suddenly smiled and said:
"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore."

As he spoke, he walked to Jiang Xia's small handbag, took out the sleeping kitten inside, and placed it on the table in front of her:
Hey, happy birthday!

Jiang Xia's gaze immediately fell on the ceramic kitten.

The white porcelain cat is curled up, its tail wrapped around its front paws, and its eyes are painted with blue pigment, like ink beads soaked in water.

Her fingertips trembled as she touched the cat's ears; the porcelain surface was cool, yet it burned her eyes.
"When did you buy it?"

Chen Zhou sat down on the sofa, picked up the bottle of mineral water he had just used, unscrewed it, took a sip, and said with a smile:
"Don't worry about when I bought it, just tell me if you like this gift or not."

Jiang Xia didn't answer immediately, but instead held the ceramic kitten in her palm and examined it repeatedly.

Her fingertips traced the cat's curled tail, the porcelain glaze gleaming warmly under the light, like jade soaked in morning dew.

Jiang Xia's gaze shifted and landed on Chen Zhou, and she murmured:

"thanks, thanks……"

Chen Zhou chuckled and leaned his cheek closer:
"So, to show your gratitude, a kiss wouldn't be too much to ask, would it?"

Jiang Xia, remembering that they had just French kissed in bed, immediately stopped being shy and quickly pecked him on the cheek.

Chen Zhou smiled knowingly, but still shook his finger and said:
"You can kiss me all you want, but you still have to take off your clothes and sleep with me tonight!"

Jiang Xia's joy faltered, then he muttered a curse:
"Bad guy!"

(End of this chapter)