Everyone on the yacht gathered around and wanted to talk to Tan Zhengchu.

However, Tan Zhengchu just looked at them coldly, without a trace of warmth in his eyes.

That cold aura made people around him feel a little daunted.

But these people were full of awe for Tan Zhengchu, and they longed to get to know Tan Zhengchu, even if it was just to say a few words to him.

Tan Zhengchu was like a mysterious king, standing there, exuding an inaccessible yet extremely attractive charm.

Su Yingxue shuddered slightly.

She pulled the corner of Tan Zhengchu's clothes and said, "Honey, I'm a little cold. Let's go back to the room."

Tan Zhengchu immediately shifted his gaze away from those people and looked at Su Yingxue. He found that Su Yingxue's lips were slightly purple.

He hugged Su Yingxue into his arms distressedly: "Let's go back to the room."

His attentiveness and thoughtfulness were like the warm sunshine, making Su Yingxue feel extremely warm.

After returning to the room, Su Yingxue saw the beautiful scenery on the terrace and ran over excitedly.

She stood on the terrace and waved to Tan Zhengchu: "Honey, it's so beautiful here, let's stay here for a while."

Tan Zhengchu walked over and looked at Su Yingxue.

At this moment, Su Yingxue's eyes were moving and her red lips were slightly pouting. She looked indescribably sexy and charming.

Tan Zhengchu only felt his heart beating faster and his throat became a little dry.

Desire burned in his eyes, a deep longing for Su Yingxue.

Tan Zhengchu looked at Su Yingxue and suddenly a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His eyes became extremely hot, as if they were going to burn Su Yingxue.

He walked slowly towards Su Yingxue, step by step, with an unstoppable momentum in each step.

"Actually, I want to eat you more." Tan Zhengchu's voice was low and full of temptation.

This hoarse voice, like a flash of lightning across the night sky, struck Su Yingxue's heart directly.

Su Yingxue's heartbeat suddenly quickened.

Her cheeks instantly turned red, like a ripe apple.

She raised her head slightly and looked at Tan Zhengchu, with both shyness and expectation in her eyes.

Tan Zhengchu walked up to Su Yingxue, raised his hand and gently stroked her face, his fingers sliding along her cheek to her chin, and slightly lifted her head so that her eyes met his.

His eyes were like two burning flames, about to devour Su Yingxue.

The two of them were getting closer and closer, their breaths intertwined.

The air around seemed to become hot and filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

At that moment, it seemed as if there were only the two of them left in the whole world.

On this terrace, their sweetness and passion are written.

Su Yingxue's lips curled up into a charming smile, that smile was like the brightest star in the night sky, dazzling and alluring.

She stretched out her slender fingers and gently slid across Tan Zhengchu's Adam's apple, with a sly look in her eyes: "Dear, I'm suddenly very curious, what do you taste like? I want to taste it."

Her voice was soft and charming, like a little goblin tickling Tan Zhengchu's heart.

Tan Zhengchu's body suddenly stiffened, and a burning flame instantly ignited in his eyes.

His breathing became rapid and his throat rolled.

Looking at Su Yingxue's seductive appearance, he felt a warm current surging from his lower abdomen.

He reached out, grasped Su Yingxue's wrist tightly, and pulled her towards him.

Su Yingxue fell into his arms, and their bodies pressed tightly together.

Tan Zhengchu lowered his head and kissed Su Yingxue's lips. The kiss was passionate and deep.

He first touched it gently, feeling the softness and warmth of Su Yingxue's lips.

Then, he gradually increased his strength, and his tongue tip pried open Su Yingxue's teeth and entangled with her tongue.

They explored each other, as if they wanted to penetrate each other's souls through this kiss.

His other hand moved up and down Su Yingxue's back.

Starting from the back of her neck, along her spine, slowly moving downwards, finally stopping at her waist, and pressing her hard against him, leaving no space between them.

Su Yingxue could clearly feel Tan Zhengchu's strong muscles and rapid heartbeat.

Her hands also began to wander over Tan Zhengchu's body, stroking his strong chest and feeling his strong heartbeat.

Tan Zhengchu let go of Su Yingxue's lips and kissed along her cheek all the way to her earlobe.

Then he bit the soft earlobe and whispered, "My dear, you are mine."

Su Yingxue panted lightly, her eyes full of confusion: "Well, I am yours."

He reached out his hand and caressed Su Yingxue's lips tenderly. The touch was as soft as the finest silk.

Then he picked up Su Yingxue and strode towards the room.

Su Yingxue put her arms around his neck and blew softly into his ear, and Tan Zhengchu's pace quickened.

After entering the room, Tan Zhengchu gently placed Su Yingxue on the bed.

His eyes never left her, as if he could see through her.

His movements quickened, with eagerness and desire.

Su Yingxue also responded enthusiastically.

There was only Tan Zhengchu in her eyes, and her hands were tightly grasping his clothes.

The emotions between the two burned like a raging fire, and the atmosphere was so tense and exciting that it seemed like it was about to explode.

At this time, in the next room, Zhao Da Kuang was sitting alone in the dark.

The room was dark, and the air around him seemed to be condensed by his anger.

His eyes flashed sinisterly in the darkness, like a wounded beast.

Suddenly, the intimate voices coming from Tan Zhengchu and Su Yingxue's room pierced his ears like a sharp blade.

The faint moans and low laughs, every syllable seemed to trample heavily on his heart.

As he listened, his body suddenly stiffened and the muscles on his face twitched involuntarily.

He clenched the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands, his knuckles turned white from the force, as if he wanted to crush the armrests.

His breathing became rapid and heavy, and his chest heaved violently like an angry lion about to erupt.

The silence around him was broken by his heavy breathing, which echoed in the small space, adding a bit of oppression.

His eyes burned with jealous rage, and the fire almost consumed him.

He stood up suddenly and kicked the small coffee table in front of him away.

The items on the coffee table were scattered all over the floor, and the broken glass fragments reflected a dazzling light under the light, just like his broken and angry heart at the moment.

"Tan Zhengchu, why did she choose you!" he roared.

The violent sound echoed in the room, but could not reach the ears of the couple next door who were immersed in sweetness.

He was left struggling alone in this room of anger and jealousy.

The jealousy in his heart overwhelmed Zhao Da Kuang like a surging tide.

He swung his arms violently, and everything in the house was swept to the ground.

"Boom!" Then, there was a crackling sound in the room.

"Why? Why is it him?" Zhao Da Kuang roared in his heart, with flames of anger flashing in his eyes.