A friend of Xu Yanfeng met an acquaintance at a hotel.
That acquaintance was none other than Xu Yanfeng's girlfriend from university, who was now a thing of the past.
The two greete...
This is unreasonable.
She must not have adapted to the change of identity yet.
Xia Xi raised her head and exhaled, then raised her hand to fan her face to cool herself down. Then, pretending to be calm, she walked over to Xu Yanfeng and poked his arm: "I'm fine."
Xu Yanfeng looked at her. She had put her dress back on, a blue-purple slip dress with diamonds, and it was just as alluring as it had been in his white shirt. She was beautiful, objectively beautiful, without any room for doubt. He had always known it.
Xu Yanfeng stood up and took the cashmere coat from the back of the sofa and put it on her.
Before leaving, Xia Xi called him, "Xu Yanfeng."
"Um?"
He put one hand on the door handle and looked at her sideways.
Her eyes were shining with excitement, bright and eye-scorching. Without a word of greeting, she hugged him, pressed her face against his chest, tilted her head slightly, and smiled at him: "Hold me for a while before going down, okay?"
Xu Yanfeng tightened his fingers on the door handle, and his veins were prominent.
He didn't say whether it was okay or not, which meant he agreed. Xia Xi thought so, and hugged him tighter without restraint, her arms folded around his thin waist, squeezing him so hard that he couldn't breathe.
Xia Xi closed her eyes and absorbed the pleasant smell of his body. She enjoyed her boyfriend's embrace for a while. Gradually, she felt itchy and unsatisfied. She lifted her eyelids and glanced at his superior jawline: "Can I kiss you?"
Xu Yanfeng's spine went numb, and he lowered his head to look her in the eye. He knew that the blushing shyness she had shown before was temporary, and her nature was bold and unrestrained.
His eyes were so beautiful, deep and charming. Xia Xi said, "Don't look at me like that. It makes me feel yellow and I can't help wanting more."
Xu Yanfeng was sure that she did not mean the word "panic".
Xia Xi stood on tiptoe to kiss him, but he covered her face with his palm. She frowned and muttered, "Why are you doing this again? You didn't let me kiss you when we weren't your boyfriend, and now you don't let me kiss you now that we're your boyfriend?"
She was the type who would give her a little color and start a dyeing factory. Xu Yanfeng didn't want to give her too much at once, as it would be too easy for her to cherish. So he rejected her decisively without hesitation: "Don't push it any further."
Xia Xi took his hand away and asked bluntly, "So, when will you give me a kiss?"