Three days later.
The ultimate nighttime experience, Cloud Palace VIP Box.
The air was filled with the rich aroma of top-quality cigars, the spiciness of whiskey, and a faint, sweet, fishy scent that even expensive perfumes couldn't mask.
Gu Chengyu, Shen Que, Qin Yu, and Zhou Yu'an reunited once again.
The circular sofa was like a throne, and they were trapped in it, like uncrowned kings who controlled the city and even the world.
Shen Que was still as flamboyant as ever, with his shirt collar wide open and a young model with exquisite makeup and revealing clothes on either side of him.
He was embracing one of them and teasing her, which made the girl giggle.
Qin Yu was even more unrestrained. The girl in his arms was almost half-lying on him, and his hands roamed unabashedly over her thighs, eliciting coquettish reproaches.
Even Zhou Yu'an, who was always aloof and self-possessed, had a girl with a cool and aloof temperament sitting quietly beside him. The two were talking in hushed tones, their posture seemingly distant, yet revealing a tacit ambiguity.
Gu Chengyu sat in the middle, his white shirt collar casually open, the cuffs rolled up to his elbows, revealing his pale wrists and a low-key yet luxurious watch.
He held a half-smoked cigar between his fingers, the smoke rising and blurring his deep-set eyebrows.
"Tsk, Chengyu."
Shen Que pushed the girl away from his arms, picked up his wine glass, and smiled mischievously, "Judging from your expression, you're not in high spirits?"
"What, are you still holding a grudge about the humiliation of being pecked in the eye by the beautiful Lin a few days ago?"
He swirled his glass, the ice clinking against the glass, and said with an excited tone, "Don't hold it in, buddy, I've found you something to vent your frustrations today."
He snapped his fingers.
The door to the private room was pushed open, and a girl dressed in a simple white dress walked in timidly.
She looked very young, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with long, smooth hair draped over her shoulders, and only very light makeup on her face, revealing her delicate features.
Just as Shen Que said, she exuded a fresh and clean aura, with timid eyes, like a fawn that had wandered into a pack of wolves.
"Come here." Shen Que beckoned to her.
The girl obediently walked to Gu Chengyu's side and sat down carefully, only daring to sit a little closer to the edge of the sofa. Her hands were nervously folded on her knees, her head slightly lowered, revealing a section of her fair and slender neck.
"How about it?"
Chen Que nodded his chin at Gu Chengyu, his tone smug, "I specially saved this for you. It just opened recently, and it's very clean."
“As for the voice…” he deliberately drew out the syllable, “it’s as melodious as a nightingale’s, and the waist…”
His gaze swept over the girl's slender waist, "So delicate it could be snapped in two with a single hand."
"Most importantly, she'll be all soft and supple from head to toe, I guarantee you..."
Shen Que was still talking non-stop, but Gu Chengyu's gaze only swept lightly over the girl before he looked away and took a puff of his cigar with little interest.
Clean? Dewy? Pure?
In the past, this type of thing might not have been his favorite, but it wouldn't have been a bad idea to change things up and try something new.
But now...
His mind was involuntarily filled with the image of Su Qianqian's delicate and innocent face.
They were the same age and had the same innocent charm, but the young girl possessed a natural and unconscious allure.
Those almond-shaped eyes, so clear and innocent when they look at people, turn red at the corners when they are moved, shimmering with water, making one's heart tremble.
The eyes of the girl in front of me have none of her liveliness.
His gaze swept over the girl's nose.
Her nose was also quite delicate, but it was nowhere near as small, perky, and with exquisite lines as his little girl's nose.
His gaze fell on the girl's chin. It was slightly rounded and chubby, giving it a youthful appearance.
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