When the light kiss cracks

"Ah... um..."

He kissed him more urgently, and just before reaching a certain point, he slowly raised his eyes and leaned closer, so that he could feel the powerful abdominal muscles on his body.

In the dim light, he withdrew his hand and hugged her tightly, nose to nose: "Qiaoqiao, I did a pretty good job at the Lovers' Club, right? Want to upgrade it? Hmm?"

Qiao Yu was slightly stunned, her eyes glistening with tears. Their breaths were so close that she could almost touch them. She bit her lower lip tightly and let out a soft "Mmm..."

Ling Chuan smiled and said, "Then... girlfriend, please take good care of me."

Qiao Yu frowned slightly and muttered, "That's it? There wasn't even a formal confession."

Ling Chuan leaned down and gave him a light peck, then let go: "How about I make it up to you after the formal confession?"

Qiao Yu tightened her grip around Ling Chuan's neck, pulling him closer, and her eyes crinkled into a smile.

......

A few days later, Qiao Yu and Ling Chuan were also invited to attend a Spring/Summer Haute Couture fashion show.

Spotlights hung down from the dome, casting a cool white band of light across the runway. The black seats in the audience seats on both sides were neatly arranged and were already full.

Ling Chuan, dressed in a sharp haute couture suit, sat in the center next to the organizer, his legs crossed, his posture relaxed.

While talking with the organizers, his gaze would sometimes drift past the catwalk.

Qiao Yu wore an exquisite champagne-colored halter dress with delicate pearl chains cascading down the hem. She paired it with a black blazer with sharp shoulder pads that balanced the dress's femininity and added a touch of sophistication.

Her long hair was tied into a low bun, and two snow-white pearl earrings hung down beside her ears.

Qin Xiaojiang, whom we haven't seen in a long time, looked south and saw several others appear at the show today. It seemed like a deliberate arrangement, as they all sat near Qiao Yu.

After chatting with Jiang Wang and the others with a smile, Qiao Yu turned her head and met Ling Chuan's smiling eyes. He smiled playfully, seemingly unconcerned, yet with a meaningful undertone.

Seven or eight seats away from Ling Chuan, Gu Yun Shen, dressed in a black suit, sat there, his eyes cold and deep, staring at them.

Qiao Yu glanced at it only once before looking away.

However, she did not notice that the moment Gu Yun Shen met her gaze, a gentle light appeared in his eyes.

Not far behind Qiao Yu, Lin Yi sat alone in an unfamiliar circle, staring intently at Gu Yun Shen's every move.

The lights in the entire venue suddenly went out, leaving only the spotlight at the top of the runway, casting a thin streak of light on the black curtain.

The conversations from the audience gradually subsided, and the guests sat up straight.

Soft music wafted from the speakers, and the curtains slowly opened to the sides.

The first model stepped out just in time, her white skirt billowing in delicate arcs as it swept across the light strip.

The sporadic clicks of camera shutters echoed from the audience, the flashes mingling with the cool light of the runway, marking the start of this visual feast.

In the interplay of light and shadow, fleeting glimpses of light appeared on the guests' faces, while Ling Chuan lazily lifted his eyelashes, his gaze fixed on the person opposite him.

Until the person opposite him seemed to notice and came to his senses, he casually raised his eyebrows.

......

The lights in the show venue came back on, and the guests gradually rose, dispersing amidst the rustling of fabrics and hushed conversations.

Qiao Yu slightly lifted her skirt, a faint smile on her face as she glanced across the runway.

After watching Ling Chuan being escorted out of the hall by the organizers, he bid farewell to Qin Xiao and the others before heading out of the venue.

A cool evening breeze blew by, and Qiao Yu pulled her coat tighter around herself as a black Bentley slowly pulled up to the bottom of the steps and stopped.

The driver got out of the car and jogged to Qiao Yu's side. "Miss Qiao, please get in the car. Mr. Lu is waiting for you."

Mr. Lu?

Qiao Yu was puzzled for a second, then gently curved her lips and got into the car with the driver.

The red taillights then dimmed, and the car slowly blended into the night.

Not long after the car drove off, they heard Ling Chuan's G-Wagon roaring behind them.

Qiao Yu had just settled into the new car.

"Did you have a good chat?"

"I'm happy, I can't let my boyfriend's good intentions down."

"......"

The car roared and sped off. Qiao Yu turned her head, and Ling Chuan also looked ahead, a smile playing on his lips.

"Ling Chuanye, how come you're so good at sweet-talking people now?"

Ling Chuan chuckled, "I've always been good at it, you just haven't unlocked the new features yet."

Qiao Yu: "...Have some shame."

"Your face is useless, but your mouth is."

"...Ling Chuanye, can't you speak properly?!"

He's really getting worse and worse.

The black G-Class slowly drove into the underground parking garage of the residential complex. Even though it was almost at its own building, the car showed no sign of stopping.

Qiao Yu gently reminded him, "I want to go home."

"Yes, I want to go home too."

The conversation felt so familiar. Qiao Yu turned her head to meet Ling Chuan's smiling eyes. He took her hand and said, "Let's go home together."

The car stopped, and Ling Chuan shifted gears, preparing to reverse.

Suddenly, the car was violently shoved from behind by a tremendous force—a dull thud instantly echoed throughout the carriage.

Ling Chuan reacted quickly and stepped aside to protect Qiao Yu, but he was still propelled forward by the force. His arm hit the functional control area, and he hissed as he frowned.

The seatbelts tightened around their chests, and their foreheads nearly hit each other.

There was no more movement behind the car. Ling Chuan cursed under his breath before gently lifting Qiao Yu's head to ask, "Qiao Qiao, are you alright?"

Qiao Yu shook her head and looked at his injured arm. "Your hand?"

"It's nothing." He raised his hand to soothe her head, his voice gentle: "Sit quietly in the car, I'll go down and see what happened."

Qiao Yu nodded, her gaze slowly falling on the rearview mirror, on the Maybach. Suddenly, something pierced her eyes, and she reached out to grab Ling Chuan, who had just opened the door to get out of the car.

Ling Chuan also turned around, and Qiao Yu's face, which was already pale from fright, turned even paler. She stammered, "Ling Chuan also... is... Gu Yunshen."

"Damn it." Ling Chuan also unbuttoned his suit jacket and threw it to her, then lowered his voice to soothe her: "Stay put and don't come down."

The only response to Qiao Yu was Ling Chuan slamming the door shut.

Qiao Yu hurriedly picked up her dropped phone from the ground and texted Kimi to explain the current situation. Kimi replied quickly: "Coming right away."

She held Ling Chuanye's coat, her gaze involuntarily falling on the rearview mirror.

Ling Chuan also rolled up the cuffs of his black shirt, revealing his smooth forearms. His jawline was taut and straight, and his originally gentle eyes were now cold and heavy.

His right hand also quietly clenched into a fist, his knuckles turning white.

His gaze locked onto the figures in the car ahead, and his aura suddenly became sharp.

Inside the Maybach, the driver's side door was pushed open forcefully.

Gu Yun Shen got out of the car, and as usual, slowly unbuttoned his coat, took it off, and threw it into the car.

"Gu Yun Shen, you're fucking insane..."

As Ling Chuanye rebuked him, his fist slammed down heavily.

Gu Yun Shen staggered after being punched, licked the blood from the corner of his lips, and raised his fist to strike Ling Chuan hard as well.

Ling Chuan also turned his head to dodge, and his elbow slammed hard into Gu Yunshen's ribs.

The two wrestled, their black shirts torn askew, the dull thuds of fists hitting shoulders mingling with their panting breaths.

Gu Yunshen grabbed Ling Chuanye's wrist and twisted it backwards, then slammed his knee into his abdomen, causing the two to stumble and crash into the Maybach...

"That's enough, stop hitting him..."

Upon hearing this, Ling Chuan tilted his head slightly, then slowly loosened his grip, took a few steps back, still protecting Qiao Yu, and calmly straightened his disheveled cuffs.

Gu Yun Shen awkwardly propped himself up on the hood of the car and wiped the bloodstains from his lips.

She forced a smile: "Qiaoqiao, you've finally agreed to see me."

Ever since he learned that Qiao Yu had recovered, he had been calling her to repent, but she refused to answer or see him.

Qiao Yu said coldly, "Gu Yun Shen, I don't want to see you again."

Gu Yun Shen shifted his feet, his eyes bloodshot, clearly having not had a proper rest in a long time. His voice was hoarse and weak: "Qiao Qiao, I'm sorry, it's my fault, I shouldn't have..."

“Gu Yunshen…” Qiao Yu shouted angrily, but he suddenly stopped, “This is the end between us.”

His cold gaze swept across her angry face. She was still clutching the man's coat tightly in her arms, and her fists, which were slowly loosening, clenched even tighter.

Gu Yun Shen gave a dry laugh: "Qiao Yu, is he really that good? That you've been thinking about him for so many years?"

Qiao Yu moved her lips slightly, lowered one hand, and slowly slid it into Ling Chuan's hand, which was also hanging at his side.

Ling Chuan also looked down, the fierceness in his eyes dissipating, replaced by gentle doting. He held her tightly in return.

Qiao Yu: "Gu Yun Shen, you will never understand what companionship means."

“I was once by your side.”

"No, what you're talking about is self-interest, it has nothing to do with anything pure... and it's definitely not love."

The whiteness on his knuckles gradually faded...

Gu Yun Shen fell beside the car and watched as Qiao Yu led Ling Chuan into the elevator. As the elevator doors slowly closed, he leaned back, his pupils unfocused, staring at a certain spot. It was as if all his strength had been drained. After a long while, he raised his hand and wiped the corner of his eye.

......

inside the house.

Qiao Yu found some iodine and applied it to Ling Chuan's ankle wounds.

A cotton swab was gently applied. "Does it hurt?"

Ling Chuan leaned back lazily on the sofa, his deep gaze fixed on Qiao Yu's fair and focused face. "It's a minor injury, I didn't even feel it."

Qiao Yu glared at him, then lowered her head again. "You're such a grown man, still fighting. Why don't you just let someone else handle it?"

Ling Chuan grinned and said, "I have to make up for the fights I didn't get to fight when I was young."

Qiao Yu frowned and stared at him, while Ling Chuan spoke up again leisurely, "Fine, I'll listen to you, no fighting, come here..."

Ling Chuan also reached out and pulled her closer, so she leaned against him.

With most of her body leaning against him, Qiao Yu turned her face to the side and clearly heard the powerful vibrations in his chest as she nestled into his warm embrace.

Before her was his prominent Adam's apple, bobbing up and down. Qiao Yu pursed her lips, raised her index finger, and gently covered it. With her movement, he was first stunned, and then his Adam's apple bobbed even more violently.

A deep voice came from above, "Having fun?"

Qiao Yu thought he wasn't too happy, so she withdrew her hand and placed it on his chest. "Hmm, so sexy."

Upon hearing this, Ling Chuan chuckled softly. He pulled her hand back and placed it on his Adam's apple. "Go ahead and play. I'll let you play to your heart's content."

As he pulled her, the black suit jacket slipped off her shoulders, revealing her snow-white shoulders.

Ling Chuan lowered his eyelids, curled his lips, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He raised his hand and gently stroked it.

A warm touch came over her, and Qiao Yu was stunned for a second. She opened her eyes and met his dark eyes, and her heart started to beat faster.

In an instant, her waist was lifted up, and a scalding heat enveloped her.

A series of passionate kisses began to spread, delicate and intense.

In a daze, Qiao Yu was pinned to the waist and sat on his lap. Her champagne-colored dress was bunched up at the base of her thighs, and the shoulder straps were pulled down by his hot breath.

Her beautiful shoulder blades were partially exposed, and wherever her fingertips touched, they caused a slight tremor.

As the scorching heat hit, Qiao Yu's body trembled uncontrollably, and the butterfly-shaped shoulder blades in her palms also quivered.

In the dim light, the beautiful swan neck was raised high, and Qiao Yu bit her lip to prevent the broken syllables from spilling out.

The heat in front of him intensified again, and Qiao Yu could clearly feel the tension in his muscles and his restraint.

The tender moment was only broken by the repeated vibrations of the phone.

Qiao Yu, panting, nestled in Ling Chuan's arms. He casually picked up the coat that had slipped off earlier and draped it over her fair shoulder blades before pulling her back and answering the phone.

"Ah, I've had the car driven away, and I've also had someone come and pick up the person."

"Hmm..." His voice was lazy and languid, as if he was annoyed at being interrupted.

There was a pause on the other end. "Asleep?"

Are you alright?

"......fine."

"Don't bother me with trivial matters, get lost..."

"......"

He tossed his phone aside and gazed intently at the person in his arms.

Her flushed cheeks hadn't faded yet; she gently bit her lower lip, her fluttering eyelashes obscuring her watery eyes.

Seeing that he stopped moving, Qiao Yu asked hesitantly, "Is everything resolved?"

"Um."

“Oh…” She looked up, just as he was curving his lips into a smile.

Thinking of her earlier actions, Qiao Yu glanced at his still moist lips, quickly lowered her eyes, and her heartbeat became increasingly uncontrollable.

"Isn't this a bit too late to be embarrassed...?"

Qiao Yu buried her head in his chest, her body pressed against him with her chest completely exposed, and raised her hand to punch him, "You still dare to say that..."

Ling Chuan laughed, grabbing her hand and playing with it in his palm. "Okay, I won't tell."

He kissed the top of her head repeatedly. "Qiaoqiao, stay tonight, okay?"