Ruan Xianxian has a face that looks like she has eight hundred tricks up her sleeve, but isn't very smart.

Just a few hours ago, when I glanced at his abs, he was acting like a perfectly respectable man, all excited and dramatic.

Their eyes met.

Go upstairs?

Walk!

...

Inside the penthouse suites reserved for VIPs, crystal chandeliers refracted dazzling colors, filling the air with an ambiguous atmosphere.

A pitiful little dog, biting the corner of a shirt, looked at the naughty girl on the bed with a wronged expression.

"How do I twist my hips? I don't know how."

Under the light, Miyano's features were exquisite and alluring. His white shirt and military trousers were tightly bound together by a leather belt, and Ruan Xianxian's mischievous sense of humor suddenly surfaced.

She chuckled and lunged forward to hug her partner's waist, lifting her face and coaxing him in a soft voice, "How about trying hip twisting?"

I've heard that girlfriends enjoy watching their partners sway their hips, but I've never seen that before.

Miyano was a little dumbfounded. "No, I can only twist people's necks, not their hips."

Ruan Xianxian was amused, but refused to give up the opportunity to satisfy her wicked sense of humor, clinging tightly to his lean waist, "Twist and twist, be good!"

Miyano seemed to be completely overwhelmed by her persistence, his expression blank and helpless. In the end, he bowed his head to the evil force, his voice a little hoarse:

"Sure, but I have conditions."

What unreasonable demands could a dog that won't even show you its abs possibly make? Ruan Xianxian clicked her tongue and raised an eyebrow: "You tell me..."

Miyano hugged the person, knelt on one knee at the foot of the bed, his gaze fixed on the patch of white at his fingertips, his Adam's apple bobbing, "I want to... bury myself in it!"

The dazzling crystal lights shone on the man's taut profile as he swayed his hips, a large hand moving upwards along his neck.

Seeing the stunningly beautiful woman standing barefoot on the wool carpet, her waist swaying slightly, Ruan Xianxian was completely stunned, her voice filled with admiration.

"Old Gong, after you retire from your post, have you considered going into business?"

Before she could finish speaking, Miyano leaned down and pressed her against the soft bed, looking down at her from above, and slowly placed his hand on her slender waist.

His breathing was a little heavy: "It's your turn..."

Ruan Xianxian: ...

Wow, you're pretty good at it...

In the next room, two old men sat facing each other, with a chessboard between them. Suddenly, Feng Guang roared, "Checkmate!"

"Hahaha! You lost again." He suddenly stood up from the sofa, his expression arrogant and disdainful. "It's really no fun playing chess with a lousy chess player like you."

"You're going back to Kyoto tonight, right? I'll go back to my room and pack some things for Ono."

Zhao Li calmly rearranged the plates. "What's the point of going back? Let's play two more rounds. Next year, when Country S comes to discuss weapons cooperation, does Heilongjiang Province not want to participate?"

"No sense of propriety." Feng Guang sneered, not even turning his head. If he wanted to participate, he would. Did those above dare to chase him away in public?

The son has only been back for a few days and is leaving again. This old devil is really addicted to snatching away other people's sons. He even has to interfere in the father and son's farewell.

Looking at the enormous "horse" in his palm, Zhao Li's voice was full of helplessness:

"We've both been young once. These young couples who are about to part ways are saying goodbye properly. Can't you just stay out of it and cause trouble? Which of us is the one who doesn't have any sense?"

Upon hearing that his future daughter-in-law was also in the next room, Feng Guang's expression changed instantly. He snatched the large black horse from Zhao Li's hand and placed it on the chessboard.

"Yeah! Everyone's been young once. I'll play five, no, ten games with you, you lousy chess player."

As dusk fell, foreign guests attending the exhibition returned to the hotel by bus, walking up the steps in twos and threes.

Zhao Di and Mu Xia mingled in the crowd when they spotted Ruan Xianxian coming against the flow, and their eyes lit up.

"Ruan Ruan, where did you go today? I can't find you anywhere."

The foreign guests looked up at the sound, and Ruan Xianxian's expression was extremely unnatural. She forced a smile while holding onto the stair railing.

Ignoring the stares of those around her, Miyano carefully turned her head away. "Are you still feeling unwell?"

Ruan Xianxian glared at him, her words as cold as ice: "Get lost!"

Miyano pursed her lips, her eyes still red, and whispered her apology: "It's my fault, I'm inexperienced and hurt you. I promise I won't be so rough next time, I..."

Ruan Xianxian sneered: "Damn it, there won't be a next time."

Instead of feeling ashamed or angry after being scolded, Miyano's throat tightened.

He escorted the person to the guest room and spent a long time coaxing her until she finally calmed down, at which point he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm leaving. I'll go home, pack some things, and head straight to the airport. You can drive the car back to the village; it'll be convenient for you to get around."

I'll have someone send that black goose back before you leave the provincial capital. Don't forget to eat the chocolate in the snacks first; it'll melt easily in this heat.

Ruan Xianxian concealed the reluctance deep in her eyes, stood on tiptoe and grabbed his collar with one hand, "Go and come back soon. I'll eat as soon as I get back, and when you come back, I'll let you taste if it's sweet."

Miyano's throat tightened, his eyes deep and dark. He gave her one last, intense look before turning and leaving.

The guest room door opened, and Xiang Nuan was in almost the same position as when she left, her eyes still fixed on the television, her expression a mixture of crying and laughing.

As Ruan Xianxian passed by her, she yanked open the blackout curtains and looked down. At that moment, a military green Jeep was parked in front of the restaurant.

Gong Ye opened the car door for Zhao Li, then sat in the passenger seat, carrying the small leather suitcase that Ruan Xianxian had packed for him.

He seemed to sense something and looked up, his eyes meeting those of Ruan Xianxian, who was looking down from behind the window. The man curled his thin lips and silently uttered a few words...

Ruan Xianxian slammed the curtains shut and muttered "You filthy scoundrel" under her breath.

God the hell, the fruits are plentiful, as abundant as melons, as continuous as clouds... tsk!

The military green SUV drove away from the hotel, turning into a black dot and disappearing completely into the night.

Ruan Xianxian plopped down on the bed, not noticing that the fabric of her clothes brushed against her skin, causing her to hiss involuntarily.

Mu Xia and Zhao Di happened to enter the room and saw her bending over and constantly pulling her shirt forward.

Zhao Di was puzzled. "What's wrong, Ruan Ruan? Isn't the fabric scratching your skin?"

Mu Xia suddenly laughed, a meaningful laugh, and turned Zhao Di's little face to face the television, "Adult matters are none of your business, kids shouldn't pry."

Zhao Di disagreed, "Why are you discriminating against us based on age? We all graduated from high school."

Still in high school... she's never even ridden the bus to daycare. Mu Xia rolled her eyes, too lazy to talk to her.

Unable to get an answer, Zhao Di asked the others, "Shall we go eat together?"

Xiang Nuan reluctantly turned her gaze away from the television and obediently stood up.

Ruan Xianxian lay sprawled on the bed, looking utterly hopeless, and took a soft breath. "I'm not eating. I'm not hungry yet. You guys go ahead."

The group lined up and quickly washed their faces. Before leaving, Zhao Di turned back and asked worriedly, "Eat something even if you're not hungry. Look at Xia Xia, she can't eat much even if she wants to."

Mu Xia: ……

He bent his elbow, grabbed the brat by the neck, and dragged her out: "She's not not hungry, she's obviously been overfed. Tsk, ignore her."

Zhao Di paused, stunned. Redness visibly spread from her cheeks to behind her ears. She whispered to Mu Xia.

"It's very immoral to eat before the meal has started. Miyano usually seems quite proper... Couldn't he have waited until after they got their marriage certificate before eating?"