The Maybach entered the underground passage of the Cloud Top Apartments. Unlike the open, public parking garages of ordinary residential buildings, the design here emphasized luxury and privacy. The passageway was wide and softly lit, guiding vehicles to their respective private areas. Each floor's VIP residents possessed a private, customized garage space, completely separated by thick walls, ensuring privacy. The entrance was a sturdy electric door, the access control system linked to the resident's information. The Maybach finally stopped in front of Gu Chengyu's private garage door. "Beep—" "Verification successful." The door silently slid open, revealing a brightly lit, spacious private garage. It possessed a tranquil, secluded atmosphere. The car smoothly entered and stopped in the center. Zhao Cheng had just parked and turned off the engine. Gu Chengyu's voice rang out, carrying an unquestionable command: "Get out." Zhao Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately responded, "Yes, Young Master Chengyu." He didn't dare hesitate for a moment, quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, and nimbly retreated to the garage entrance. He opened the door. A few seconds later, the garage door closed automatically again. The spacious back seat of the Maybach now felt cramped. Gu Chengyu held Su Qianqian's entire small body in his arms. He didn't move immediately, but lowered his eyes, staring at the girl in his arms who was dizzy from the alcohol. "Su... Qian... Qian." His voice was low, with lingering anger and a wild, hoarse tone. Gu Chengyu pinched her delicate chin, forcing her to lift her face, admiring her beauty. If she were sober, this increasingly spoiled little temper would probably not cooperate. The light was dim. The girl's watery almond eyes were hazy. Suddenly, she felt dizzy. She seemed to have fallen somewhere. Is it a bed? Why is the bed so small? ... An hour later. The garage returned to silence, with only the sound of their breathing mingling. A few minutes later, the car door opened. Gu Chengyu stepped out, carrying Su Qianqian. His steps were still steady and powerful, yet they carried an unusual languor. The man's attire was no longer as impeccably groomed as before. His expensive shirt, which had just been crumpled beyond recognition, was now perfectly neat again. The collar was ripped open, and several red marks remained on his neck. The hem of his shirt hung haphazardly, one corner tucked into his equally loose belt. The custom-made belt was now tied haphazardly, slightly crooked, and lacking its usual orderliness. Gu Chengyu's black hair was still damp, casually falling above his brow. The anger on his handsome face had lessened, replaced by a lingering wildness and a fierce, untamed energy. Su Qianqian, held in his arms, was completely exhausted from being teased. She nestled limply in his arms, her arms draped around his neck, her face buried deep in the crook of his neck, only a flushed, sweaty profile visible. Her loose fishtail braid had come undone, her long, black hair clinging messily to her snow-white neck and temples. Her blue dress was haphazardly draped over her body, one sleeve unbuttoned, revealing her delicate shoulder. Striking red marks dotted her smooth skin, spreading down to her chest. Her calves, partially concealed by the skirt, bore the marks of his kisses. Below that were her small, exquisite feet, now bare, even the socks were gone. A clear red finger mark etched into her pale skin marked her slender ankle, silently testifying to the intensity of their recent encounter. They entered the elevator; the back door of the Maybach in the garage remained open. Inside the car, a crumpled, soft, off-white fabric belonging to the girl could be vaguely seen, pitifully forgotten by its owner in the corner of the leather seat.
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