Chapter 136 Chapter 136

It was past midnight when Quan Zhilong arrived home. The large apartment was completely silent, not a single sound could be heard.

Night and neon lights poured into the living room along the full-length glass. In just two years, this house had acquired a number of artworks, each with its own unique style, yet displayed in a surprisingly harmonious way, creating a lively and interesting look. He gently pushed open the master bedroom door.

The night light at the head of the bed cast a soft glow. A small bulge in the quilt indicated that the visitor was sleeping peacefully. Quan Zhilong took a few steps closer and finally saw the face he had been thinking about day and night. He leaned over and

He reached out to trace her eyebrows. Even in her sleep, her brows were still slightly furrowed, as if something was still on her mind. A trace of resentment rose in his heart.

He rushed back, but she didn't say a word, just fell asleep. - Oh, no. She didn't even tell him that her flight was today and she would be back here. He only knew she was back because of the entrance notice for the community vehicles.

Thinking of this, he lowered his head and, with a hint of revenge, kissed her lips hard. Lia was lightly asleep, and the kiss made her somewhat awake. However, her consciousness was still in her sleep, and her reaction was much slower than usual. She half-opened her eyes,

The face that suddenly enlarged before her made her instinctively reach out and push it away: "It smells like cigarettes—" Her brows furrowed, her disdain evident. Quan Zhilong felt even more aggrieved.

The friend's bar was filled with smoke, and naturally the smell would stick to him. He hadn't been to those places for a long time, and this time he was just putting on a show. She acted like he had really done something annoying. He felt aggrieved.

He didn't hesitate at all. He got up and went into the bathroom, taking a quick shower. When he came back, the person on the bed had fallen into a deep sleep again. Lia had no idea what was going on in his mind.

After working non-stop and having to travel more than ten hours on an international flight, even with the jet lag, she felt incredibly sleepy. Quan Zhilong stood by the bed, feeling even more aggrieved.

He knew he was overreacting, but Lee Soo Hyuk's ridicule not long ago was still fresh in his mind - more than half a year had passed, and he was still some kind of worthless friend.

At first he thought it was new and interesting. Ordinary friends, secret lovers, it sounded so fresh. But as time went on, he felt more and more that it was not right.

They'd kissed and hugged each other, but he had no idea what she was going to do or where she was going, and could only passively wait for her to tell him. He was on tour, and she spent most of her time in the United States. So, all told, they'd seen each other for less than two weeks this year.

Moreover, ever since she returned to the US, she'd been surrounded by a lot of gossip—Isaac, Kim, Calvin, and Lee...they were always the same. Even if they weren't true, it didn't make him feel any better.

What if the rumors turned out to be true? He didn't even have the right to be jealous. Although restraint and freedom are two-way, what did he want this kind of freedom for?

Only she came and went as she pleased, making him feel like a secret lover. He had to pretend to be indifferent to others, as if he was enjoying it. The only person he could talk to was Lee Soo Hyuk, but that was no use, his anxiety was growing day by day -

The longer it went on, the less he dared to ask her: When will this ambiguous relationship end? His pride wouldn't allow him to ask. He should have refused from the beginning.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be in this awkward situation. Feeling irritated, he threw off the quilt and crawled in.

The air conditioner was blowing cold air, seeping in through the opened corner of the quilt. Feeling the heat approaching, Lia instinctively rubbed against his arms. Quan Zhilong felt suffocated, but his body was honest. He stretched out his arms and embraced her.

The familiar scent of shower gel filled the narrow space. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, took a deep breath, and couldn't help but bite it lightly with resentment. A muffled laugh reached his ears. "Awake?" he asked glumly.

"Yeah." Lia opened her eyes. "Long time no see, Oppa." Long time no see? Quan Zhilong sneered inwardly. The last time they met was two months ago.

But the sound he made was so sticky that even he gritted his teeth when he heard it: "...Yeah, I missed you." Fortunately, Lee Soo Hyuk couldn't hear it, otherwise he would be embarrassed. "How long will you stay this time?"

"A month?" Lia was unsure. "If Xia Yi's album goes well, it might be released by the end of the year." And there were some sporadic programs arranged by Yang Xianshi—

His support was indispensable for the smooth signing of the contract with Sony. And the overseas resources she has accumulated through Sony will, to a certain extent, feed back into YG's subsequent market expansion and development.

However, because of this, the original plan for her to oversee the production of the new group fell through. Yang Hyun-seok, after much deliberation, decided to simply have her appear on the show with the new members. Even if she didn't produce the show herself, simply helping out with the group's promotion would be enough to attract attention.

Her current popularity is comparable to that of many popular artists, so any arrangement she makes will be a win. Quan Zhilong's happiness lasted less than a second before his mood immediately plummeted again.

He was happy that she was staying in Seoul for a month, so he could see her more often. But he was also disappointed that, judging by what she had just said, this stay had nothing to do with him at all. Was that even reasonable? He couldn't help but gently pinch her waist, expressing his displeasure.

Lia laughed. "Besides, Oppa's going to release an album, right?" Kwon Ji-yong was still dissatisfied. He didn't say anything, but one hand simply slid down her waist and under her skirt. Yes, it was a dark green silk suspender nightgown. He bought it.

The hem of her skirt was pushed up to her waist, and the cold fingertips suddenly touched her skin, causing a series of fine goose bumps. Lia blushed slightly, but the next second she suddenly remembered something.

"I have to go to my aunt's house early tomorrow morning." There was a hint of unnaturalness in his voice. "I have an appointment to accompany her to arrange flowers." Quan Zhilong was stunned for a second before he realized that the so-called "aunt" was his mother, Ms. Han Jilan.

—Good, I'm the last person in the world to know she's returning home today. The hand that reached under her body tightened its grip as if punishing her. Lia inhaled sharply, her fingertips clenching the bedsheets tightly.

The sound of her trying to stop him got stuck in her throat, turning into a thin whimper. Her legs subconsciously tightened, and she turned her head away, not wanting to look at him. But he didn't agree. His free hand suddenly grabbed her chin, forcing her to turn her face away.

The amber eyes were so close, their desire so intense that it almost enveloped her, forcing her to endure both sensory and mental oppression. She felt like she was almost drowning in the night.

He lowered his head, his lips covering hers, stifling her rapid breath. Soon, she tilted her head back uncontrollably, her hand instinctively climbing up the back of his neck. Their breath mingled between their lips and teeth, then gradually settled, becoming long and sticky.

After an unknown amount of time, the force gradually slowed down, like the tide receding. He placed a kiss under her eyes, patiently waiting for her breathing to calm, then adjusted his posture and pulled her into his arms again.

Lia finally realized he had stopped moving and belatedly looked up.

Seeing the person in his arms with a face full of questions like "Is it gone now?", Quan Zhilong gritted his teeth and reached out to touch the dark circles under her eyes: "Didn't you not get enough rest on the plane?" Anyway, there is still a long way to go, and he is not the kind of person who gets carried away by impatient desires.

Of course, that's not impossible! Lia was silent for a moment, ignoring his stern expression. She reached down and immediately felt a reaction that was a hundred times more honest than his mouth.

Quan Zhilong couldn't help but hiss and quickly stopped the rebellious hand: "If you don't close your eyes, I will regret it."

Seeing that he was really so considerate, Lia could only respond obediently and took her hand back. Then she really adjusted her posture, lying comfortably in his arms, and stopped moving. But when she closed her eyes, Quan Zhilong couldn't help but regret it——

He was so busy "serving his friend" that he didn't even solve his own problem. It would have been fine if he hadn't said anything, but once she touched him, his attention was completely focused on that spot. Sure enough, this was the kind of treatment a secret lover deserved.

He was clearly trying to be considerate, but now he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable and suffocated. He could only hug her tighter, thinking that he would figure out a solution after she fell asleep. But suddenly, the person in his arms pushed his chest.

"Don't move." A gnashing voice came from above. Lia laughed to herself. How could she sleep after all this? With a simple push, she squeezed out of his arms and rolled over to sit astride him.

Her long, thick black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her dark green slip dress slipped half an inch, accentuating her red lips and pale skin. Her cold, half-lidded eyes, their corners slightly raised, stared down at him with a lazy and provocative air. Quan Zhilong's breath hitched.

Her seductive gaze roamed over him, igniting flames wherever it touched him. He could even clearly feel the blood rushing through his body. Almost reaching his limit, he subconsciously reached out to support her waist, but was stopped by a whisper: "Don't move."

The next moment, she suddenly leaned over, her breath brushing the side of his neck faintly, and then she gently licked his Adam's apple with the tip of her tongue - "!!!" His whole body stiffened, allowing the flexible touch to move all the way down.

The sound of inhalation escaped uncontrollably from his throat, his amber eyes gradually deepened with desire, and the radiant edge almost grabbed her whole body.

The hem of her skirt slid down further, and she pressed her knees tightly against his body, her movements neither fast nor slow, as if she was deliberately provoking, but also as if she was asserting her sovereignty.

The breath and touch stripped away his patience inch by inch. His fingers tightened around her waist several times, wanting to take the initiative, but he had to endure it and let her do whatever she wanted.

The feeling of loss of control piled up, and his chest rose and fell violently. Finally, he couldn't suppress it anymore, and a low groan escaped from his throat. Lia stopped moving and rolled over to the side. So tired. As expected, this kind of thing is a physical job.

Quan Zhilong stared blankly at the ceiling, his Adam's apple rolling, as if the entire world's fireworks were exploding in his head. It took a long time for him to come back to his senses, a tangle of emotions swirling in his heart. She loved him. The thought filled him with an uncontrollable joy.

Reaching out to lift a strand of hair and casually playing with it, he pondered for a moment before speaking hesitantly. "...Um," his gaze fell on the strand of hair, "that Calvin lately...is he also a friend?"

As he finished speaking, the person beside him sighed softly, turned his back to him, and stopped responding. His heart suddenly sank. Shouldn't I have asked?

"I mean, if..." He tried to make amends, not daring to look at her face. "I'm not asking..." His voice faded and finally stopped. What else could he say? He just wanted to ask.

Or, more accurately, he pushed harder, demanding an answer. No response came, and he felt a surge of frustration, feeling he had ruined the precious atmosphere. Suddenly, in the silence, he could hear the sound of even breathing.

Breathing? ??? Quan Zhilong turned his head in disbelief - the person who was making trouble for him just a few minutes ago was actually asleep. Asleep...

So, the smugness, hesitation, tentativeness, and panic just now were all his own one-man show? His face suddenly felt hot, and he turned over in anger, trying to turn his back on her. But the night was dark, and only her quiet breathing could be heard in the room.

He tried to hold it back, but in the end, he couldn't help it. He cursed himself softly, turned around, reached out and pulled her back into his arms. Forget it. Friends are friends. Anyway, from now on, he will only be her friend.

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