Chapter 103 Love is love, not love is not love!
As soon as he entered the presidential suite, Fu Linghe kicked the door shut.
The crystal chandelier cast a warm yellow halo, casting tiny spots of light on the Persian carpet.
He carried Yun Zheng through the spacious living room and went straight to the soft big bed with silver edges gilded by moonlight.
Rose aroma floats faintly in the air. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights of the entire city flow like a galaxy, and tiny water droplets condense on the glass.
Yun Zheng, however, was like a slippery fish. Taking advantage of the moment he let go, she rolled over and tried to crawl to the bed, mumbling, "I want to go find An An. I don't want to stay here."
Fu Linghe quickly retrieved the person, placed his hands on either side of her, and held her in his arms, coaxing her softly, "Be good and have a rest. I'll take you to find her tomorrow."
Fu Linghe's palm gently tapped Yun Zheng's ankle, and her skirt slid down as she raised her leg, revealing a section of her creamy calf.
The warm air from the air conditioner was filled with the scent of cedar perfume and whiskey, and a corner of the curtain was lifted by the night wind.
His Adam's apple rolled twice, and he suddenly realized how dangerous this posture was.
His heart began to beat uncontrollably, and an indescribable heat quickly rose to his ears.
Fu Linghe suddenly let go of his hand as if he had been electrocuted.
He stood up in a panic, not daring to look at Yun Zheng again, and fled into the bathroom.
In the bathroom, Fu Linghe turned on the faucet, and warm water flowed into the bathtub. The water vapor gradually condensed into mist on the mirror.
He placed his hands on the marble countertop, and the cool touch helped him calm down a little.
But his mind kept appearing the image of Yun Zheng lying under him with flushed cheeks. That look seemed to have a magical power, making his heart more and more flustered.
After finally adjusting his mood, Fu Linghe prepared the bath water and returned to the room.
Moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, casting mottled patterns on the carpet. He walked to the bed and whispered, "Zheng Zheng, go take a shower and have a good sleep afterward."
Yun Zheng seemed to have not heard him, still mumbling to herself that she wanted to find Cen Lian. Fu Linghe had no choice but to bend down again, pick her up sideways and walk to the bathroom.
As soon as she entered the bathroom, Yun Zheng seemed to suddenly come to life. She hugged Fu Linghe's neck tightly with both hands and hung her whole body on him.
Fu Linghe staggered and almost fell.
He steadied himself, held Yun Zheng's waist with both hands, and tried to put her down. "Be good, take a shower first."
But Yun Zheng didn't listen at all. Her cheeks became more and more red because of being drunk. Her eyes were confused and ignorant, but also had a charm that was rarely seen in her usual look.
Her fingers gently stroked Fu Linghe's cheek, along his chin, slowly sliding to his neck, and finally stopping at the collar of his shirt, her fingers gently pulling his collar.
"You...don't move!" Fu Linghe's voice was a little hoarse, his breathing became rapid, and his body tensed unconsciously.
Yun Zheng didn't answer. She raised her head slightly, and her warm breath gently blew on Fu Linghe's face, with a faint aroma of wine.
Then, her warm red lips gently pressed against Fu Linghe's slightly cool thin lips, touching him cautiously at first, as if testing him.
Fu Linghe felt a buzzing sound in his head, and all his rationality collapsed in an instant.
His hands subconsciously hugged Yun Zheng tightly, responding to her kiss.
The two people's breaths intertwined, and the bathroom was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.
After kissing for a long time, Yun Zheng finally let go of Fu Linghe. Her lips were slightly red and swollen, and her eyes were full of smiles, like a little fox who had succeeded.
She held Fu Linghe's face with both hands and kissed him randomly, mumbling incoherently, "It feels so good to kiss..."
Fu Linghe was a little overwhelmed by her sudden enthusiasm. His heart was beating like thunder and his mind was blank.
It took him a while to find his voice again.
He gently held Yun Zheng's face and looked into her eyes, "Zheng Zheng, look carefully at who I am!"
Yun Zheng tilted her head and looked at him with a dazed look. She tried hard to open her eyes to see him clearly, "You are..."
Fu Linghe looked at Yun Zheng nervously and asked, "Who am I?"
"Fu Linghe!" Yun Zheng called out his name crisply, with a hint of alcohol still in her voice.
When Fu Linghe heard this, his heart instantly settled down, the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably, and a secret joy spread in his heart.
The next second, he suddenly picked up Yun Zheng, turned around and put her on the sink.
Yun Zheng screamed and subconsciously hugged his neck tightly.
Fu Linghe placed his hands on her sides, holding her in his arms, their eyes level.
Fu Linghe's kiss slid down the corner of Yun Zheng's mouth.
It went all the way down and landed on her fair neck, leaving a mark that belonged only to him.
Yun Zheng tilted her head back, revealing the graceful lines of her neck, and murmured, "Fu Linghe..."
Her voice was soft and sticky, as if she was teasing Fu Linghe unconsciously.
After an unknown amount of time, Fu Linghe let go of Yun Zheng slightly, and both of them were breathing rapidly and heavily.
Fu Linghe's gaze fell on Yun Zheng's face, which was flushed with emotion. Looking at her misty eyes, the love in his heart surged like a tide.
He gently stroked her cheek with his hand, stroking her swollen lips with his thumb before kissing her again.
This time, Fu Linghe's kiss was much gentler, as if he was savoring her beauty.
The water in the bathtub was still steaming. Fu Linghe gently placed Yun Zheng into the water and sat in himself.
The warm water wrapped around their bodies. The atmosphere was thick at the moment, and it was as sweet as being surrounded by pink bubbles filled with atmosphere.
Yun Zheng was drunk and a little confused. She leaned in Fu Linghe's arms, looking up at him with a dazed look in her eyes.
Fu Linghe suddenly stopped, he let go of Yun Zheng slightly, held her face with both hands, and rested his forehead against hers.
The trembling voice carried a cautious tentative tone, "Zheng Zheng, do you love me?"
The rose essential oil in the bathtub formed tiny rainbow halos on the water surface, and the steam weaved a hazy veil between the two people.
Yun Zheng's eyes were a little blurry. She tilted her head and looked at Fu Linghe, as if she was trying hard to think about this question. After a while, she replied in a low voice, "A little bit..."
Fu Linghe was obviously not very satisfied with this answer, "Love is love, not love is not love, what is a little bit?"
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