Chapter 60: She cried loudly as she was kissed all over her body.

At the international high-end fashion show, crowds thronged and flashbulbs kept going off.

In the VIP section of the show, celebrities from all walks of life vied for attention.

Jiang Chuyu found her seat and sat down.

Five minutes before the runway show began, the lights dimmed, and someone walked up to her.

A deep, cool voice sounded from above: "Long time no see."

Jiang Chuyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she reflexively raised her head, only to be met with a pair of cold and gloomy eyes.

She opened her mouth, too shocked to speak.

The man glanced down at her, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Should I reintroduce myself to you, junior?"

It took Jiang Chu a while to catch her breath before she heard her own dry, hoarse voice.

"No need, senior."

Mr. Raphael's gaze darted back and forth between them, puzzled: "You know each other?"

"Yes, an old friend," he replied simply, calmly sitting down, his knees brushing against the hem of her skirt.

The fabric rubbed together, and a familiar, chilling aura approached. Jiang Chuyu shuddered in fear, her back instantly stiffening.

The lights converged, the runway lit up, the models had great figures, and the clothes were all beautiful, but she felt like each day was an eternity.

Throughout the entire show, Jiang Chuyu had no idea what she was watching; all her senses seemed to have failed her, leaving only the person beside her with an extremely strong presence.

She could feel his breathing, the rustling of his clothes when he occasionally shifted his sitting position, and the faint warmth emanating from his arms.

He didn't even look at her, his eyes fixed intently on the runway, as if he really had only come to watch the show.

Jiang Chuyu was restless and uneasy.

She just wanted to escape this suffocating place as quickly as possible.

Finally, the runway show ended, and the organizers came on stage to applaud and pay their respects.

The lights came on, and the crowd began to surge.

Jiang Chuyu stood up almost immediately and said in a low voice, "Excuse me."

Gu Zeming looked up at her, his gaze deeper than the night sky, but he didn't move.

She could only squeeze past him sideways, close to his knees, and plunge into the crowd, heading towards the door without looking back.

A voice seemed to be urging her in her head... Run, run, run!

Jiang Chuyu walked faster and faster.

As she walked out of the art museum, she jogged to the roadside and couldn't help but look back. She breathed a sigh of relief when she found that no one was following her.

A gentle breeze blows on a midsummer night.

Jiang Chuyu took out her phone from her bag and hailed a car.

I waited patiently by the roadside for two minutes, and several cars drove towards us at the same time.

Before Jiang Chuyu could figure out which car she had booked, a beam of bright light shone directly on her.

She instinctively raised her hand to cover her eyes.

Just then, a black Mercedes pulled up beside her, the door opened, and someone strode over and grabbed her arm without saying a word.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Chuyu exclaimed in surprise when she saw who it was, and tried to break free from his grasp.

Without saying a word, he used astonishing force to half-carry, half-drag her into the passenger seat, and then slammed the door shut.

Jiang Chuyu realized what was happening and reached for the doorknob, only to find it locked.

"Gu Zeming, you madman, let me down!"

Gu Zeming seemed not to hear her words, and went around to the driver's seat, got in the car, and started the engine.

The car was going very fast, and Jiang Chuyu felt like she was about to fly out. But she didn't dare to pull Gu Zeming away, afraid that if she wasn't careful, they would both be doomed.

Gu Zeming held the steering wheel with one hand, and with the other hand, he pulled out a pair of sheepskin handcuffs from somewhere. With a "click," he handcuffed her wrists to the handle on the roof of the car.

Jiang Chuyu was completely stunned.

A few seconds later, she swallowed hard, then burst out in anger, "Gu Zeming, are you crazy?! This is kidnapping!"

Gu Zeming didn't even glance at her out of the corner of his eye. He stepped on the gas, and the car disappeared into the night.

Outside the window was a bustling cityscape at night, but Jiang Chuyu had no heart to appreciate it.

She glared at the driver, unleashing every vile word she could think of to curse him: "You tyrannical, unreasonable, shameless, heartless, and unlovable lunatic..."

Gu Zeming frowned, glanced at her, and remained silent.

The car eventually stopped on the banks of the Seine.

The shimmering river reflected the lights of the buildings on the opposite bank, and from her vantage point, she could even see the Eiffel Tower.

Gu Zeming turned off the engine, unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned forward abruptly, grabbed her chin, and kissed her fiercely.

The crisp, cool air aggressively invaded her mouth, causing her teeth to chatter and a slight pain to escape.

Jiang Chuyu's hands were restrained and she could not break free, so she could only let him do whatever he wanted.

"Hmm..."

My tongue was sucked hard, and it felt a little numb.

Jiang Chuyu was having trouble breathing, her eyes glistening with tears as she looked at him.

Gu Zeming's Adam's apple bobbed, and after releasing his lips, he kissed her eyes again.

A soft, wet tongue licked her eyelids, and Jiang Chuyu was so frightened that she closed her eyes and dared not move at all.

Gu Zeming stared at her expression, his kisses slowly moving downwards, roughly pressing against her neck and collarbone, biting her through the thin fabric of her dress.

A long-lost sense of shame and the forced stimulation of her senses made her tremble all over.

"Not here..." Jiang Chuyu cried out, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably, "Please... not here..."

Gu Zeming paused, looked up at her, his breathing heavy, his eyes unfathomable in the dim light.

"Where do you live?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

Jiang Chuyu sobbed, hesitated for a moment, and then gave an address.

He sat back in the driver's seat and restarted the car.

Jiang Chuyu bought a two-story villa in the suburbs of Paris, right next to the road, with a tiny yard.

Gu Zeming hugged her, kicked open the door, and without even turning on the light, pressed her against the cold door and demanded a kiss.

He had unlocked the handcuffs at some point, leaving a clear red mark around her wrist.

Clothes fell to the ground in disarray amidst tearing and panting.

He kissed his way to the bedside, and then covered her with his body.

Jiang Chuyu raised her leg, hooked it around his waist, her nails digging into the muscles of his back, and whimpered, begging for mercy: "Be gentle...remember to wear a condom."

Gu Zeming didn't want to listen to any of her nonsense. He bit her shoulder and panted, "What are you afraid of? We won't have children. I had my tubal ligation."

Before Jiang Chuyu could say anything, Gu Zeming grabbed her waist and stared at her with deep, dark eyes.

Jiang Chuyu felt her scalp tingling under his gaze, as if all her feelings were being controlled by him, and she couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

As the stars sank into the night, a few suppressed groans and intermittent sobs drifted from the darkness.

Almost a night of debauchery ensued. Jiang Chuyu's consciousness was scattered, and her body seemed to no longer belong to her. She reached out, wanting to grab something, but her fingertips unexpectedly touched his cheek.

Something dripped onto the back of her hand, wet and cool.

Jiang Chuyu's pupils contracted slightly, and she instantly became more alert.

Is Gu Zeming crying?

The thought struck her heart like a thunderbolt, causing her to feel pain along with him.

Is this cold, tough, and arrogant man shedding tears?

Realizing this, Jiang Chuyu was momentarily stunned, then screamed uncontrollably, her eyes unfocused as she stared at the dark ceiling.

But it wasn't over yet. Gu Zeming changed positions, made her lie down obediently, and kissed her from behind again, leaving traces of his love on every inch of her skin.

Finally, Jiang Chuyu, being utterly spineless, managed to make him fall into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up the next day, it was already broad daylight.

Jiang Chuyu felt unbearable soreness all over her body, as if she had been disassembled and reassembled.

She pulled back the covers, moved her fingers, and vaguely felt something strange in her left ring finger.

I raised my hand and sure enough, I saw a ring.

Gold, inlaid with sapphires, the design is simple yet dazzling.

Jiang Chuyu was stunned.

A deep voice came from the direction of the balcony.

She turned her head and saw Gu Zeming answering a phone call with his back to the bedroom. He looked very tall and straight, yet there was an inexplicable air of aloofness about him.

Jiang Chuyu stared blankly at his retreating figure.

After a while, he hung up the phone, turned around and walked in. Seeing that she was awake, he went to the bedside, leaned down, and naturally kissed her forehead.

Jiang Chuyu snapped out of her daze, raised her hand, and asked him, "What are you doing?"

"What else can they do?" He reached out and pinched her cheek. "Your senior is proposing to you."

Jiang Chuyu looked at the ring on her finger, then at his face so close to hers, and still couldn't quite understand him.

She shook her head, her voice a little hoarse: "I don't want to get married."

Gu Zeming stared at her silently for a few seconds, then suddenly chuckled softly.

"So what are we now?" He traced the tip of his finger along her left ring finger, his tone devoid of emotion. "Friends with benefits?"

Jiang Chuyu lowered her eyes, avoiding his gaze, her mind in turmoil.

After a long while, she finally mumbled through her nose, "Lover."

Gu Zeming was clearly taken aback.

For a moment, he really wanted to strangle her, but the instant his hand gripped her neck, he subconsciously loosened his grip.

After a few clicks, he gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"It's not impossible."