Rong Zhi's expression remained unchanged, his tone restrained and subdued, "Take a good look, who am I?"
Sang Yuwan tilted her head, her eyebrows curving into a playful smile, "Bo Xingzhi. Scumbag."
Rong Zhi's cold lips twitched almost imperceptibly. "Heh."
"Achoo..." Between the hot and cold, Sang Yuwan couldn't help but sneeze.
Rong Zhi frowned and kicked the seat in front of him. "Turn the temperature up."
"Yes," the man in black replied, immediately raising the car's interior temperature to 30 degrees Celsius.
The person in the front row was sweating so much that they had to take off their coat.
Sang Yuwan's cheeks were flushed, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.
"It's so hot..."
The joy fades, slowly flowing through my blood.
Refreshing with a slight kick.
Romantic and slightly mysterious.
It unfolds slowly, like the most touching moment in love.
Warm and passionate.
People who are immersed in it.
It is greed.
It is also a form of enjoyment.
Rong Zhi was holding a tissue, ready to make a move, when Sang Yuwan suddenly hooked her arm around his neck.
The scorching breath made Rong Zhi's heart clench.
The air in the back seat was thick with ambiguity and sweltering heat.
Rong Zhi suppressed the terrible thoughts in his heart and whispered, "Don't move."
Completely out of her mind, Sang Yuwan had no idea what kind of "dangerous situation" she was facing.
Her slender, delicate fingers tugged at the neckline of her wet dress as she mumbled softly.
"Minglang, why is the air conditioning set so high?"
Seeing this, Rong Zhi ripped off her coat, trying to cool her down.
As the heat subsided slightly, Sang Yuwan narrowed her eyes slightly, "You are..."
Rong Zhi's gaze, lowered, was filled with deep affection and desire. His thin lips curved slightly, and his voice suddenly became hoarse, "Who am I?"
Sang Yuwan's eyes sparkled with starlight as she stared at that incomparably handsome face for several seconds, then suddenly frowned, "My mortal enemy..."
Rong Zhi was slightly taken aback.
As the effects of the medicine took hold, a seductive glint appeared in Sang Yuwan's eyes, making her beautiful face even more alluring.
Rong Zhi took a deep breath and asked her again, "Who exactly am I?"
Sang Yuwan wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, "You are Rong Zhi..."
Finally, he mumbled something indistinct, saying, "You are my husband."
Rong Zhi smiled and wrapped his arms around her slender waist.
He raised his foot and kicked the seat in front of him again, saying, "Drive the car into the garage, all of you get out."
The man in black remained calm. "Yes."
Xian Si was extremely nervous and wanted to say something, but Rong Zhi's voice reached her ears once again.
"Assistant Ji, remember your place and don't overstep your bounds."
A reminder is also a warning.
Xian Si gritted her teeth, pressed her fingertips hard against her palm, and whispered, "Second Master is the same."
The man in black glanced at her and raised an eyebrow.
They generally felt that it was truly admirable that a mere assistant dared to speak to the Second Master in such a manner.
Rong Zhi's face darkened slightly, and he was about to reprimand her when her cold lips suddenly sealed his words.
Heartbeats mingled.
His breathing became heavier.
Hormones spread unchecked.
Sang Yuwan probed cautiously, and the sound emanating from her throat was chilling.
The girl in the front row felt extremely uneasy, her heart pounding with anxiety.
The man in black drove the car into the villa's garage.
Tormented, Xiansi hurriedly unbuckled her seatbelt before the car had even come to a complete stop. As soon as the engine was off, she pushed open the car door.
Standing by the car, I glanced at the back seat and blushed furiously.
The man in black got out of the car, glanced at her, and asked coldly, "Aren't you leaving?"
Xian Si's chest heaved, and her head felt hot. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
The man in black added, "Wouldn't it be impolite to observe live?"
The blunt words struck Xiansi like a thunderclap, causing her heart to pound wildly. She lowered her head and quickly walked away.
The garage door slowly closed.
Rong Zhi kicked open the back door, lowered his eyes, and whispered something in Sang Yuwan's ear.
"Be patient."
Sang Yuwan's face was flushed, her breath hot. Her starry eyes, like blooming crabapple blossoms, held a sky full of stars. "Rong Zhi..."
A soft, lingering sound.
Rong Zhi's breathing was disordered.
Two minutes later.
He carried her out of the elevator and quickly walked into the bedroom on the third floor.
Bang--
The bedroom door slammed shut.
Rong Zhi put Sang Yuwan down and then took off his coat.
Sang Yuwan looked at him dreamily, a smile curving her lips upward.
Every frown and smile stirs the strings of desire.
Rong Zhi leaned forward, grinding his teeth as he uttered, "Sang Yuwan, you'd better not regret messing with me."
His voice was low and husky, with a seductive quality that could make you fall into a daze.
In a daze, Sang Yuwan's last shred of reason was suddenly swallowed up by the unrestrained tide of emotion.
Her peach-red eyes blinked.
"I have no regrets..."
Rong Zhi could no longer restrain himself, so he lowered his head and kissed her neck.
"Hmm..."
The wind rustled the curtains, and time seemed to stand still, leaving only the silhouette of the wind and the gauze curtains dancing together.
Sang Yuwan suddenly called out.
"Second brother..."
Rong Zhi's heart skipped a beat, his face darkened, and his eyes flashed with a stormy light.
The "second brother" she mentioned.
Ming Zhan, the second young master of the Ming family.
She and he were childhood sweethearts.
If only she hadn't drunk the glass of juice that Mingmei handed her six years ago.
Perhaps she won't marry Bo Xingzhi.
Rong Zhi bit her ear, his low, husky voice suppressing his anger.
"Sang Yuwan, who am I, really?"
The woman beneath him seemed half-awake, her long eyelashes trembling. "Who are you?"
Rong Zhi looked down at her, his brows furrowed. "Open your eyes wide and take a good look."
Evening passion hadn't subsided; she placed her hands on his lean waist, her eyes sparkling, "You're my husband..."
Rong Zhi's heart pounded wildly.
Vision began to blur, and the world around seemed to be shrouded in a thin mist. All sounds were drowned out by the deafening pounding of the heart, giving one the illusion of being isolated from the world.
The wind, gentle yet untamed, quietly swept through every corner of the room.
The curtains swayed gently, sometimes slowly unfurling, sometimes quickly gathering together.
Time stands still, creating a warm and romantic scene.
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Time ticked by, and Xuan Si, waiting outside the villa, was increasingly anxious.
She would occasionally look up and gaze at the third floor.
Two hours passed, and Rong Zhi still hadn't come downstairs.
Even if one has never been involved in such matters, one knows what the situation is like inside.
It's probably getting out of control.
She bit her lower lip, her throat burning with anxiety.
The man in black came over and handed her a bottle of mineral water. "There's no use in rushing. Second Master won't be coming down anytime soon."
With a furrowed brow, Xiansi unscrewed the bottle cap and gulped down two mouthfuls of water.
The man in black took out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket, pulled one out, and was about to light it. He suddenly paused, turned his head, and asked her, "Mind me?"
Xian Si frowned deeply, “If you want to draw, draw it over there.”
The man in black raised an eyebrow slightly and put the cigarette back in the pack. "How many years have you been working for Madam?"
Xuan Si's eyes reddened with anxiety, and she had no mind to chat with him. Her lips were tightly pressed together, and she remained silent.
The man in black curled his lips slightly. "We'll deal with whatever comes our way. If our master isn't worried, there's no use in you being anxious."
Xian Si's expression froze.
drop--
A black Rolls-Royce drove towards them.
When Xiansi saw the license plate, she turned pale with fright.
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