Trouble

Hotel.

At two in the afternoon, Qin Ze lay on the hotel's king-size bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Wang Zijing sat by the bed in an OL Suit, her hair still wet. She was pulling on flesh-colored stockings, slipping them over her fair little feet and slowly drawing them up over her ankles, her slender calves, and then her rounded thighs.

"I remember there's a kind of stocking that attaches at the waist," Qin Ze said.

He often saw that kind of stocking in those unspeakable anime, but he had apparently never seen one in real life, so Qin Ze did not know what it was called.

"You mean a Garter Belt." Wang Zijing finished putting on her stockings and carefully smoothed out the wrinkles in her skirt.

"Yes, yes." Qin Ze said, "But I don't think I've ever seen you or my sister buy any."

Little Mature Women in garter belts were the most alluring.

"I can understand how you know I don't have any, but how do you know your sister doesn't?" Wang Zijing shot him a sidelong glance.

"Don't I do both your laundry?" Qin Ze rolled his eyes.

They had just finished their tryst. Three days had passed since the recording of Super Brain. Wang Zijing had always refused to discuss their baby-making plans with him at home; it always felt like there was a thorn in her heart.

There was no helping it. They could only get a room at a hotel near the company, then Qin Ze would hold her as they rocked the bed together, rocking and rocking all the way to Rock to Grandma's Bridge.

It made them seem like golden husband and silver wife.

Unlike Su Yu, Wang Zijing insisted on wearing a work hat because she was not prepared