Chapter 67

Zhou Jin endured the strangeness, his voice becoming somewhat intermittent.

This immoral stimulation was simply too intense; he was afraid that if he breathed out loud, he would give himself away.

After hurriedly chatting with Reba for a few sentences, he quickly found an excuse to hang up the phone.

"Nazha, you... this is too sudden." Zhou Jin looked down at her and couldn't help but gasp again.

Nazha looked up and gave him a resentful glare, making two vague "woo-woo" sounds, unable to speak at all.

Zhou Jin teased her, knowing the answer: "Nazha, if you do this... what if Reba hears something and finds out?"

Nazha rolled her eyes in a charming way again.

Although she was simple-minded, she wasn't stupid; how could she not see that this dog of a man was clearly enjoying it, and who knows how much he liked her doing this.

Zhou Jin tossed his phone aside, closed his eyes comfortably, and ran his fingers through Nazha's smooth long hair.

And Nazha turned all her resentment toward Reba's "crossing the river and burning the bridge" into the motivation for "revenge," working even harder.

More than ten minutes later.

Nazha stood up with a flushed face, covered her mouth, and hurriedly ran into the bathroom.

Immediately after, the sound of "splashing" water and hurried brushing and rinsing came from inside.

Zhou Jin leaned against the head of the bed, his mind still lingering on the absurd and beautiful scene from just a moment ago.

This girl Nazha, usually looking so silly, never expected her to be so bold when jealous.

The most critical thing is that Nazha and Reba are well-known best friends in the industry.

Talking on the phone in front of her best friend while doing this on this end... just thinking about this sense of taboo made Zhou Jin's blood boil even now; it was incredibly stimulating.

Not long after, Nazha walked out of the bathroom, wiping off the water droplets.

She walked quickly to the bedside, looked down at Zhou Jin, her eyes flashing with stubbornness and undisguised affection, and threw a beautiful straight ball:

"Zhou Jin, I don't care what your attitude toward me is right now, and I don't care what Reba and the others think, anyway... I just like you!"

As soon as she finished speaking, without giving Zhou Jin a chance to react or answer, Nazha directly pounced on Zhou Jin on the soft bed, lowered her head, and kissed him passionately and forcefully.

Facing such a direct and passionate confession, Zhou Jin was completely moved; he reached back and hugged Nazha's slender waist tightly, responding to her kiss crazily.

This time, even before Zhou Jin could move, Nazha impatiently took off her own clothes.

Looking at the exotic beauty before him, skin as white as snow and with nothing held back, Zhou Jin's Adam's apple rolled, and he slowly swallowed.

The national goddess, who usually looked cold and arrogant, once she fell in love in private, actually had a natural, irresistible "sultry" quality, just like Bai Lu.

He simply loved this extreme contrast.

More than an hour later.

Nazha, her whole body sore and weak, hugged Zhou Jin's neck and acted like a spoiled child: "Call Reba now."

"Why call her?" Zhou Jin was stunned.

"I have something to find her for." Nazha twisted her body, "If you don't call, I'll use my phone to call."

Zhou Jin had no choice but to take his phone and dial.

As soon as the call connected, Nazha leaned onto Zhou Jin's face and kept kissing him, deliberately making loud sounds, insisting that the person on the other end hear it.

There was an eerie silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds.

Then, a voice that was calm enough to make one's hair stand on end came through: "Zhou Jin, who are you with?"

Hearing this voice, Zhou Jin and Nazha both shuddered, so scared that cold sweat almost broke out.

What is this situation?

The person answering the phone wasn't Reba at all, but Yang Mi!

Zhou Jin coughed awkwardly and quickly said: "Sister Mi, listen to my explanation. I am indeed with Nazha, but this is definitely an accident, not a deliberate provocation."

Yang Mi said "Oh" in a flat tone and asked: "Anything else?"

Zhou Jin said repeatedly: "No, nothing else."

Yang Mi ignored him and changed the subject: "Nazha, I'm asking you, is there anything else?"

Nazha, who had just been triumphantly hugging Zhou Jin, was scared out of her wits upon hearing Yang Mi's calm voice and stammered:

"Sister... Sister Mi, nothing, nothing! I really have nothing, it was all a misunderstanding just now, it was a coincidence!"

Yang Mi's tone was cold: "Alright then. Next time, if you feel this isn't stimulating enough, you can just start a video call, and I'll watch you kiss Zhou Jin in person."

After saying this, the phone hung up directly.

Listening to the dial tone on the phone, Zhou Jin actually breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew Yang Mi too well and knew she wasn't really angry.

If she were really angry, she would have hung up without a word and wouldn't have given him a chance to explain at all.

Since she let him speak, it proved it wasn't a big deal.

That last sentence was clearly just to beat and deliberately scare Nazha.

Zhou Jin knew it, but Nazha didn't.

Hearing Yang Mi's words just now, Nazha looked at Zhou Jin uneasily: "Zhou Jin, did I offend Sister Mi? Is she angry with me?"

Zhou Jin comforted her with a chuckle: "No, she's not angry with you."

Nazha breathed a sigh of relief, pressed her little head against Zhou Jin's chest, and said coquettishly: "It's good that she's not angry. Sister Mi has such a strong aura, she must lose her temper often, right?"

"Unlike me, I only know how to feel sorry for my brother."

Hearing this classic quote, and looking at Nazha's "tea-like" coquettish appearance, the fire in Zhou Jin's heart surged up again.

Feeling Zhou Jin's change, Nazha's eyes widened instantly, and she exclaimed: "Ah?"

Reba's words suddenly flashed in her mind; this guy really is an untiring beast!

This is too powerful; how many times have they tossed around just now, and he still wants more?

The next morning.

Zhou Jin had to attend the opening ceremony of *The Left Ear* today, so he specifically set an alarm and got up very early.

Nazha, who was exhausted from last night, vaguely sensed Zhou Jin leaving, and in her half-asleep state, she reluctantly grabbed his arm, her voice lazy and soft: "Brother Jin, I still want a hug..."

Zhou Jin looked at her sleepy, cute appearance, unable to even open her eyes, and coaxed her softly: "Don't worry, I'll be back tonight. You sleep obediently in the hotel, and if you're hungry, call and order some breakfast."

Nazha closed her eyes and pouted her red lips: "Kiss me once before you go."

Zhou Jin looked at Nazha, who had completely turned into a love-brained girl, and helplessly and amusingly lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Nazha then let go with satisfaction, turned over, and continued to sleep peacefully.

By the time Zhou Jin arrived at the venue for *The Left Ear*'s opening ceremony, the scene was already mostly set up, and the perimeter was crowded early on with all kinds of media and fans.

The moment Zhou Jin stepped into the scene, the media reporters and fan groups who were busy with their own things seemed to have their enthusiasm suddenly ignited, and a deafening exclamation erupted instantly.

"Wow! It's Zhou Jin!"

"Teacher Zhou Jin, please look this way!"

"Zhou Jin! Can you sign an autograph for me?"

Because of the continuous hit airing of *Swords of Legends*, Zhou Jin exploded in popularity in a very short time.

Whether it was on Weibo hot searches or major social platforms, he was the most talked-about person at the moment.

Coupled with that impeccable, handsome face, the media reporters at the scene were like sharks that smelled blood, swarming up instantly.