Chapter Forty-Seven

At the entrance of the competition venue, Mo Wansheng ran towards Huo Yuzheng and threw herself into his arms.

The clamor of the crowd receded like the tide.

"Weren't you in a meeting? Why did you still come?"

"The meeting ended early, so I came."

Huo Yuzheng gripped Mo Wansheng's hand tightly. "Let's go."

She tilted her head in confusion and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Let's go." Huo Yuzheng's slender fingers slipped between her fingers, interlocking with hers.

He led her into a quiet path behind the venue.

This place is a completely different world from the bustling main gate. Only a few pedestrians hurry by, their footsteps echoing crisply on the ancient stone pavement.

Mo Wansheng stopped talking and let him lead her into the Parisian twilight.

The Seine River shimmered with golden light, rippling gently.

The lights came on at the roadside cafe, and people could be seen moving around inside the glass windows, their whispers and laughter mingling together.

Huo Yuzheng would occasionally stop and point to the window of an antique shop that was lit with warm light, saying something unimportant.

As Huo Yuzheng crossed the art bridge, he suddenly stopped.

Many padlocks symbolizing love hang on the bridge, silently whispering vows in the twilight.

The river reflects the lights of thousands of homes that gradually come on both banks. A sightseeing boat slowly sails by, and the music on board drifts in and then dissipates in the wind.

Huo Yuzheng turned around and asked in a low voice, "Are you tired?"

The evening breeze ruffled the hair on his forehead, and his eyes looked particularly focused in the deepening night.

Mo Wansheng raised her head and gently shook it, a few strands of hair brushing against her slightly warm cheeks in the wind.

He didn't ask any more questions, but simply held her hand tighter.

They continued walking, enjoying this unspoken companionship.

As they passed a flower shop that was about to close, Huo Yuzheng let go of her hand and pushed open the glass door.

The wind chimes on the door made a crisp tinkling sound.

Mo Wansheng stood outside the door, watching him exchange a few words in hushed tones with the shop owner.

A moment later, Huo Yuzheng came out, carrying a bunch of white freesias simply wrapped in kraft paper.

The flowers were delicate, with tiny water droplets clinging to their petals, shimmering under the streetlights.

"Congratulations." He handed the flowers to her.

"I came in a hurry today and didn't have time to prepare a gift for you."

She took the bouquet and lowered her head to sniff it.

That delicate and unique fragrance instantly filled my heart and soul. "Thank you, I'm already very happy that you came to watch my match at the end."

Huo Yuzheng smiled slightly and took out an antique wooden box from the inside pocket of his coat.

The box was opened, revealing a pair of exquisite bronze molds lying quietly inside.

It is the core piping tip for making macarons, and it has been cleverly made into a miniature work of art.

One of them is engraved with "H" on the inside, and the other with "Mo". The interface is designed with a unique locking structure that can be perfectly assembled into a complete heart shape.

"This is……"

Mo Wansheng looked at the mold in the box with surprise.

"It was custom-made by the oldest mold maker in Paris."

Huo Yuzheng picked up the half engraved with "Mo" and gently stroked the delicate texture of the edge with his fingertips.

Mo Wansheng accepted the special gift in a daze; she hadn't expected him to give her this.

This gift was far more unique to her than jewelry.

“If we have the chance to make desserts together in the future, we can use this mark.” Huo Yuzheng put his half together with hers, making a crisp click sound.

"good!"

As dusk deepened, they slowly walked along the riverbank.

The delicate fragrance of freesias wafted in the evening breeze, and the wooden box felt slightly warm in Mo Wansheng's hands.

...

The two returned to the hotel together.

After taking a shower, Mo Wansheng snuggled into bed.

She lay on her side, her gaze fixed on the bathroom separated by frosted glass.

The sound of dripping water came from inside, vaguely revealing the outline of a man's tall figure.

Her heartbeat pounded against the silence along with the sound of the water.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of water stopped.

The door was pulled open, and a cloud of hot air rushed out first, followed by Huo Yuzheng.

A towel was loosely tied around her waist, her black hair fell over her forehead, and water droplets that hadn't been dried slid down her chest muscles and disappeared into the firm V-line between her waist and abdomen.

He still smelled of the same shower gel as her.

He didn't look at her, and went straight to the small living room connected to the bedroom.

The desk lamp was on there.

Mo Wansheng called softly, "Huo Yuzheng".

Huo Yuzheng stopped in his tracks, turned around, and looked at Mo Wansheng.

"Um?"

Mo Wansheng peeked her head out from under the covers. "Lie with me for a while, okay?"

Huo Yuzheng stared at her silently for a few seconds.

Without asking any further questions, he did as instructed, walked to the other side of the bed, lifted a corner of the blanket, and lay down.

The mattress sank slightly under his weight, vibrating gently.

He was lying flat on his back.

Huo Yuzheng asked, "What's wrong? Are you too tired?"

Mo Wansheng's heart pounded faster, and her blood throbbed in her ears.

She turned to face him.

My cheeks quickly heated up and burned intensely.

"The question I asked you before," her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, "do you have an answer now?"

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Only the sound of their intertwined breaths could be heard.

Huo Yuzheng slowly turned his head and met Mo Wansheng's gaze.

He asked in a low voice, "Mrs. Huo, which problem are you referring to?"

A hidden undercurrent began to stir in his eyes.

Mo Wansheng remained silent for a moment.

She wanted to know what the answer was to the question she had asked him at Christmas.

Does he still like me now?

While she was contemplating whether or not to speak first, Huo Yuzheng kissed her without warning.

The kiss came suddenly, with an undeniable certainty that left no room for refusal.

Burning heat covered her lips.

Mo Wansheng was startled by his sudden action, and subconsciously let out a soft hum, her fingers clenching the bed sheet beneath her.

His aura enveloped her completely.

Huo Yuzheng's tongue pried open her teeth, went deep, and entangled with hers.

When the kiss ended, both of them were a little out of breath.

Huo Yuzheng's forehead touched hers, their noses brushing together.

Their breaths mingled together, hot and rapid.

Huo Yuzheng reached out and gently covered her curled-up hand with his warm, dry palm.

His fingertips, burning hot, intertwined tightly with hers, pressing against the soft mattress.

Mo Wansheng trembled all over.

“Mrs. Huo, I think,” he began, his voice hoarse, “that I have made it clear enough.”

Huo Yuzheng leaned closer, casting her into his shadow.

He raised his other hand, his fingertips gently stroking her burning cheeks and sliding down to Mo Wansheng's neck.

Her sensitive skin trembled slightly.

“Mrs. Huo, I know what you want to ask.” His lips touched her earlobe.

The warm breath sprayed onto that soft surface, stirring up a subtle, tingling sensation.

His kiss landed again.

This time, her lips followed the jawline of Mo Wansheng all the way down.

Every touch was filled with intense heat.

Huo Yuzheng's burning lips pressed against her slender neck, feeling the frantic beating of her pulse.

Mo Wansheng tilted her head back, her breathing completely out of rhythm, and a soft moan escaped from her throat.

She felt her mind spinning, and all her consciousness was lost in endless despair.

Mo Wansheng let out a muffled groan, all her senses being overwhelmed by that familiar yet strange aura.

The hand that was originally pressed against his chest unknowingly climbed up his broad back, the fingertips sinking into his taut muscles.

She called his name unconsciously, her voice trembling without her even realizing it, "Huo Yuzheng..."

"I'm here," Huo Yuzheng replied softly.

The bath towel had somehow come loose in the chaos.

come down.

The world is as hot as boiling water.

The temperature rose layer by layer.

Overlapping folds.

His fingertips brushed against her shoulder and neck without his noticing, and then he applied a little pressure.

The thin silk slipped silently off.

The cool air touched her skin, and Mo Wansheng shivered slightly.

Huo Yuzheng pulled her into a tighter embrace, his burning body heat dispelling the brief chill.

Huo Yuzheng reached out and turned off the main light in the suite.

In dim light, vision is greatly diminished, making other senses exceptionally acute.

She could clearly hear his heavy breathing; beneath his chest, both his and her heartbeats were out of control.

"Are you scared?" Huo Yuzheng whispered in her ear, his voice tense from trying so hard to control himself.

His body temperature was alarmingly high.

Mo Wansheng gazed into his deep eyes, where a desire she had never seen before surged, clearly reflecting her own image.

She took a deep breath, tilted her head back, and kissed his burning lips.

This kiss, like a final permission, completely shattered Huo Yuzheng's reason and restraint.

A low sigh escaped his throat.

He then took the initiative and returned her a deep kiss.

That was no longer a tentative attempt, but rather like a long-suppressed volcano erupting with a roar.

His arms encircled her waist, completely eliminating the last gap between them, so close that they could feel each other's heartbeats through the thin fabric of their clothes.

...

Tonight, there is no longer any distance.

Outside the window, the moon hangs high in the sky.

Moonlight streamed onto the gauze curtains, casting its full radiance.

As time goes by, it quietly shifts its position.

It blends into the clouds at a corner of the horizon.

A kiss can be gentle or intense.

A moment of tension.

The moon emerged from the clouds once again.

A gust of wind blew, and the clouds dissipated a little faster.

Sometimes the moon seems to be strolling, sometimes it seems to be running wildly.

After parting ways with the clouds, you will meet them again.

The clouds relentlessly embraced the moon.

The lights of Paris still shone brightly outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Here, the temperature is rising steadily.

A silent resonance, playing a magnificent symphony in the darkness within arm's reach.

Testing the waters, hesitating, uncertain.

Everything found its final answer in the fusion of souls.

I don't know how much time passed...

The waves receded slowly, revealing a calm, windless shore.

Huo Yuzheng held Mo Wansheng tightly in his arms, gently smoothing the wet hair that clung to her forehead with his fingertips.

She curled up in his arms, too lazy to even move her fingertips.

Her burning cheeks pressed against his chest, listening to his fierce heartbeat.

He placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head, a very tender gesture.

"Mrs. Huo, do you know the answer now?"