Iris at Dusk

Lin Li turned around, rubbing her head, to see Zhou Han standing in the bathroom doorway; he had already washed up and changed into fresh clothes, his hair combed meticulously. It was only then that Lin Li remembered how her mother had forced her to switch rooms the night before; not wanting to let "someone" take advantage of the situation, she had ended up sleeping on a makeshift bed on the floor. Rubbing the back of her head, Lin Li climbed up from the floor with a grimace. Once on her feet, she realized her whole body ached terribly—as if she were falling apart—and she felt uncomfortable no matter how she stood. Zhou Han stood leaning against the bathroom doorframe with his arms crossed, watching her with a look that hovered between a smile and a smirk. "I told you yesterday I didn't mind you sleeping in the bed," he said—his tone clearly suggesting he was amused by her predicament. Lin Li glared at him and retorted irritably, "Then why didn't you sh...

Lin Li stared at him blankly, unable to react for a long moment; it felt as though time itself had suddenly frozen, coming to a complete standstill. The two of them locked eyes, neither speaking nor making the first move. If only time *could* truly freeze or stop—but, of course, it couldn't. The hot breath against her ear was palpable; they were pressed so close together that the slightest movement from either of them would be instantly felt by the other. After an indeterminate amount of time, Lin Li finally snapped out of the shock caused by Zhou Han’s words. Perhaps realizing just how awkward their position was—and how "dangerous" her situation had become—she dared not make another rash move. Instead, she offered a nervous, awkward laugh and said to Zhou Han, "You... you're joking, right?" Zhou Han leaned closer, his voice low and husky as he asked, "Do I look like I'm joking right now?" The sensation of that searing heat pressing firmly agai...

Hearing this, Lin Li was alarmed; terrified that her mother might notice something amiss, she frantically winked at Zhou Han and mouthed a silent warning for him not to say the wrong thing. Zhou Han smiled, turned to look at Lin Li’s mother, and shook his head. "It’s nothing. Mom, why aren't you asleep yet at this hour?" Lin Li’s mother looked at her and asked tentatively, "I thought I heard Lin Li shout just now while I was in my room. Did you two have an argument?" Zhou Han smiled and glanced at Lin Li, raising his eyebrows. He then pulled her out from the doorway, wrapped his arm tightly around her waist to hold her close, and said to her mother, "No, Lin Li was just teasing me. I’ve just finished up some work, and we were getting ready to turn in." "Heh, yeah, exactly," Lin Li agreed, nodding. "Mom, you should go back and get some rest too; there’s nothing wrong here." As she spoke, she reached behind him and gave Zhou Han a vic...

Zhou Han felt a surge of heat suddenly rush upward from within his body—a sensation so intense it felt as though it were about to burst out. Whether it was due to the bathroom's heat lamp and the hot water, Zhou Han felt a wave of heat washing over his entire body. Lin Li was stunned for a moment before snapping back to reality; she glanced down at herself, then up at him, and let out an instinctive shriek: "Ah!"  She hurriedly grabbed the large bath towel hanging on the nearby rack to cover her chest, while instinctively snatching up whatever was within reach and hurling it at Zhou Han. Before Zhou Han could fully process the situation, he saw an object flying toward him. Muttering a curse—"Shit!"—he instinctively raised his arm to block it. The object struck his arm and fell to the floor with a loud *crack*. Only then did Zhou Han see what it was: a soap dish, now split in two on the ground, with the soap itself having popped out. "Get out! Just get out!...

Ultimately, the Zhou family respected Lin Li’s wish to postpone the wedding for the time being. However, Mother Zhou made it clear that if Lin Li ever decided she wanted a wedding later on, she simply had to say the word; no matter when it happened, the Zhou family would certainly make sure the ceremony took place. After dinner, the group parted ways outside the hotel. Zhou Han drove Lin Li and her parents home, while a driver arrived to pick up Zhou’s parents. Mother Zhou, considerate of the fact that Lin Li’s parents rarely visited Jiangcheng, suggested that Lin Li and Zhou Han spend the next couple of days showing them around the city; meanwhile, she took the young Zhou family member, Zhou Jiabin, back to the government compound with her. On the drive back, Lin’s parents sat in the rear seats. Father Lin, likely overjoyed, had had a bit too much to drink; he kept holding his wife’s hand and repeating, "Our Xiao Li has really found the right person this time. Zhou Han is better ...

By the time Zhou Han arrived with Lin Li and her parents, Zhou’s parents—along with young Zhou Jiabin—were already there. As the hotel manager smiled and led the group toward the VIP private room, Lin Li’s mother tugged at her husband’s sleeve and whispered, "I get the feeling the Zhou family isn't just an ordinary family." Father Lin didn't look at her; he simply nodded and replied softly, "No matter how extraordinary they are, they’ll just be our in-laws." Mother Lin said nothing more; she understood her husband’s point. The exact nature of the Zhou family’s background didn't matter to them—they were simply marrying their daughter into the family, and as long as the Zhou family treated Lin Li well, that was enough. The hotel manager opened the door himself and smiled at Zhou Han. "President Zhou, the elder Mr. Zhou and the others are already inside. I’ll go ahead and arrange for the kitchen to start serving the meal." Zhou Han nodded. "T...