Chapter 77: Too Small

Arriving at the bar, Shuang Xu, with a guilty conscience, did not dare to park the car at the front entrance where people were coming and going. Lan Ye was Yue Zifeng and his men's base camp, and it would be too easy to get caught.

She stopped under the shadow of a tree at the intersection and sent a message to He Tingzhou: [I’m here]

The reply from the other end was concise: [Come up]

If he goes up, he will be walking into a trap. What is he thinking?

Shuang Xu was typing to remind him whether he had drunk too much and forgot why the underground relationship was called underground, when He Tingzhou's second message came right after: [No one]

…Okay. Shuang Xu guessed that he was drunk, so he deleted the words one by one, got out of the car and went into the bar to pick someone up.

Shuang Xu pushed the door open and walked into the VIP box on the second floor. It was surprisingly quiet inside.

Yue Zifeng and his group had already left, and the table was filled with some finished and some unfinished wine, which made one imagine the bustling atmosphere just a moment ago.

He Tingzhou sat in his old seat, leaning back on the sofa. Shuang Xu walked over to him and called him, but he didn't respond.

Fell asleep?

She bent down and gently touched his shoulder: "Brother Tingzhou?"

He Tingzhou grabbed her wrist without even blinking and pulled it.

Shuang Xu fell onto his lap without any preparation. She raised her head and He Tingzhou just lowered his head, and his nose brushed against her hair.

"Have you taken a shower?" he asked.

She had washed, but it sounded as if she had washed herself and delivered herself to him. Frost was afraid that he would think too much, so she clarified: "I was about to go to bed."

He Tingzhou didn't seem to care why she was washing. He held her wrist with one hand and gently hooked her satin hair with the fingertips of the other hand and put it behind her.

She has delicate facial features, and her face is white, clean and translucent without any flaws.

The box was filled with alcohol. Shuang Xu looked away and asked, "Have Brother Zifeng and the others left?"

"Why ask him?"

"Just ask." Shuang Xu said.

He Tingzhou didn't answer, but lowered his head and wanted to kiss her.

Shuang Xu dodged for a moment: "Can we go back?"

He Tingzhou rubbed her wrist with his fingertips for a few times, then stood up and said, "Let's go."

When going downstairs, Shuang Xu went first, and He Tingzhou followed slowly behind, with a long distance between the two of them that seemed like "we don't know each other at all".

After leaving the bar, Shuang Xu turned left. He Tingzhou saw a white Porsche parked two hundred meters away and sneered silently.

After getting in the car, He Tingzhou leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to rest, while Shuang Xu held the steering wheel with both hands, seemingly driving with full concentration, but in fact he was thinking about what was about to happen all the way.

Neither of them spoke, and the carriage was completely silent.

A faint scent of white tea lingered in the air, the same smell as her, with a low-key tenderness that made it difficult to tell whether it was the car fragrance or coming from her.

The car drove into the Taiheyuan villa, turned off the engine, and after He Tingzhou got out of the car, Shuang Xu leaned over, took out a box from the co-pilot's glove box and stuffed it into his bag.

Walking up the steps in front of the door, she leaned sideways and waited for He Tingzhou to open the door.

He Tingzhou's eyes fell on her bag.

Just as Shuang Xu noticed this, his fingertips had already hooked on the strap of her bag, took her bag and opened it.

He Tingzhou raised his eyebrows meaningfully, took out the box of Okamoto, looked at the front and then the back.

Shuang Xu looked calm and said in a declarative tone, "I don't know if you have it here, I bought it on the way."

After all, it is a necessity and there is nothing to be shy about.

He Tingzhou's eyes fell on her face and said, "It's too small."

“…”

There was an unnatural crack in Shuang Xu's calm expression. How would she know what number he needed?

"Then I'll go get another one."

She wanted to take it back, but He Tingzhou didn't let her. He put the box in his pocket and hung the bag back on her shoulder.

"Let's do this for now," he said, reaching out to open the door and waiting for her to go in.

Shuang Xu stepped into the door and closed it behind him. The empty villa suddenly became a completely closed space with only the two of them.

Shuang Xu stopped in the middle of the living room and asked the man who was walking slowly in from behind: "Going... upstairs?"

He Tingzhou said lazily, "It's up to you. Where do you like?"

There's really no need to ask her this question.

"Let's go upstairs."

Shuang Xu had never been to the second floor. The space on this floor was equally spacious, and almost all the spaces were connected. The master bedroom with a floor-to-ceiling window on the front was connected to a huge dressing room.

His dog doesn't seem to be here today.

Shuang Xu looked around and turned around to find He Tingzhou sitting on the blue velvet sofa at the end of the bed. He took off his cufflinks, threw them on the long table, and called her, "Come here."

Shuang Xu walked over, He Tingzhou stretched out his hand to her, she handed it to him and he pulled her hand onto his lap.

He Tingzhou pinched her chin and kissed her.

He had been very calm from beginning to end today, not in a hurry to get to the point. His hands rested loosely on her waist, and his kiss was patient, going deeper and deeper.

Until Shuang Xu became a little breathless and hummed softly, He Tingzhou paused for half a second, then his hand slid under her clothes.

The dry wood suddenly caught fire, and layer upon layer of shudders spread from the waist upwards.

Shuang Xu seemed to be drawn into a strange and dangerous sea. In the quiet villa, she could only hear her own violent and chaotic heartbeat.

She felt He Tingzhou's fingers on the clasp on her back, and she hurriedly turned her hands behind her back to press it.

He Tingzhou lowered his eyes and his voice was tinged with a low and magnetic hoarseness: "Solve it yourself?"

Blocking was a subconscious action, not a show of willingness. Shuang Xu slowly let go of his hand: "...You untie it."

He Tingzhou easily opened the button with his fingers, and hooked his fingertips along the line forward. Shuang Xu held his breath.

Just when they were about to touch each other, a clear and abrupt phone ring rang out, tearing a hole in the rising beauty in the living room.

Shuang Xu realized it was his cell phone: "There's a call."

He Tingzhou had no intention of stopping and kissed her again and again: "Is it important?"

The call at this time could very well be from home, or Shu Yang. Shuang Xu pushed him away: "I'll answer the phone first."

She went downstairs, walked to the table and took out her cell phone from her bag.

A call from Shen Yu.

What she had just done made her feel guilty like a child doing something bad secretly when she received Shen Yu's call. She tried her best to make her voice sound normal.

"Brother, you look for me."

Shen Yu's voice came from the other end of the phone: "You're not home?"

Shuang Xu was stunned for a moment: "Are you at Songming Road?"

"Today, Dad's friend came to visit him and brought wild ginseng from Changbai Mountain. Mom said you've been working too hard lately, so she made chicken soup for you to replenish your body and asked me to bring it to you." Shen Yu asked, "Where did you go?"

His nerves suddenly tensed up, and Shuang Xu made up an excuse hastily: "I... I'm working overtime."

"Are you still working overtime so late?" Shen Yu checked the time. "It's already eleven o'clock. Is the company very busy recently?"