Chapter 50 Joy
As night falls, the pine trees surge, and the distant mountains disappear into the mist, revealing only faint outlines.
The terrace outside the restaurant is very large. The wind blows the curtains slightly, and you can vaguely see the scattered villas, clubs, and hotels on the hillside. The lights are on, dotted like stars, bright and warm.
Han raised his eyes and looked down the mountain, where a winding driveway was vaguely visible.
Gu Ningwei's gaze followed hers and fell to a place not far away. He paused, then looked back and smiled, "Do you want to go back?"
Han turned his head and stared at him, and saw that in the depths of his eyes, there was a faint flickering flame, hot and secret.
She lowered her head and said nothing.
They had just driven over a hundred kilometers to get here. The mountains were lush and green, and the scenery was beautiful. It was a famous summer resort. Every year during the hot summer, the wealthy and idle people in the city would come here for vacation, and ordinary people would also come here with their families on weekends.
When Gu Ningwei was driving the car and entering the highway toll gate, he looked at him with a smile and said, "Otherwise, I won't go home today. Tell your family."
Han naturally knew what he meant. They had been together for a few weeks, and during these weeks, Gu Ningwei was not in a hurry to go to bed with her.
On the contrary, she rarely saw him.
He rarely went to the 24th floor. All the company's affairs, big and small, were handed over to Jiang Jin and Li Zhekai, and he did not ask about them. Director Pan occasionally mentioned it, saying that Mr. Gu was very busy at the group and had no time to come.
Han occasionally checked the self-media and could see negative news about "Chengguang Group", such as delayed house delivery, owners making trouble, and problems with house quality. She thought that Gu Ningwei must be very busy, as there were a lot of things waiting for him to deal with at home.
Gu Ningwei would occasionally ask her out, and would take the initiative to pick Han Que up after class at night. He would take her to a fly-in-the-wall restaurant in a remote alley for a delicious midnight snack, and would also ask her out late at night to eat at a private restaurant in a late-night canteen. Those times, Gu Ningwei was hungry and tired after some social engagements, and the two of them would just eat and rarely communicate.
Only once, when it was already very late that day and Han had finished washing up and was about to go to bed, she received a message from Gu Ningwei saying that he was already at the entrance of the alley where her house was and wanted her to come out and meet him.
Han hurriedly changed his clothes and went out. When he reached the alley entrance, he didn't see his car. He looked around for a while before he saw him standing in the dark, smoking silently. The scarlet cigarette butt burned through the darkness.
Han quickly ran to him, and Gu Ningwei hugged her in his arms, holding her tightly, burying his head deeply in her neck. His hot breath brushed against her skin, and she could smell the strong smell of alcohol on him.
She knew he was drunk, so she didn't dare ask any more questions. She just held him quietly. After an unknown amount of time, Gu Ningwei finally let her go. He touched Han Que's wet hair, smiled and scolded him, "You haven't even dried your hair yet, and you're already rushing out. Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"
Han said, "I'm afraid you'll get anxious waiting."
Gu Ningwei was very happy to hear that. He stared at her with sparkling eyes for a long while before saying, "It's okay, actually. There's no need to be so anxious."
Han looked up at him, half of his face reflected in the darkness and half in the moonlight, outlining the lines of his face as moving as a Western sculpture.
Han couldn't help but stare blankly, speechless for a long while. Gu Ningwei smiled and scratched her nose, "What are you staring at?"
Han sighed, "It's beautiful. Gu Ningwei, has no one ever told you that you are good-looking?"
She looked serious when she spoke, her eyelashes blinking slightly, like a little girl who had never seen much of the world, with a look of admiration on her face.
Gu Ningwei smiled happily. He kissed her forehead, ruffled her hair, and said gently, "Go back. Your hair is still wet. Don't let the wind really catch a cold."
Han was stunned and didn't move. After a while, he took his arm and shook it.
Gu Ningwei lowered his eyes and stared at her. After a while, he pushed her and urged her, "Go ahead. I'm going back too."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, leaving Han standing alone in the night.
That day seemed to be the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar. The moon in the sky was very bright and round, hanging high in the clear sky. Its clear light spread for thousands of miles, like frost covering the ground. Gu Ningwei's tall figure gradually went away, lonely and isolated.
That day was probably their most intimate contact. Two days later, Han received a postal express. When she opened it, she found a bank card. Half an hour later, Gu Ningwei sent her a nonsensical message: "Your birthday."
She knew that was the password for her bank card.
After that, Gu Ningwei did not show up for a while.
Han sighed. She was a little unsure what Gu Ningwei wanted from her. After all the effort and effort, was it possible that he didn't want her?
She didn't believe that he was so innocent that he only wanted a spiritual relationship.
Han felt sympathy for him, but at the same time she despised her own emotions. Rationally speaking, she could not tolerate herself having the slightest bit of softness.
It was just a deal, she thought.
If it is a transaction, then both parties are equal. Since he has paid what he should pay, it seems that I cannot fulfill my obligations.
"What are you thinking about? You look so sad. Aren't you happy to be with me?" Gu Ningwei asked with a smile. After hesitating for a moment, he whispered, "If you don't want to be here, we'll go back later. It's not far anyway."
"But you've already drunk some wine," Han whispered.
"It's okay, we have a designated driver." Gu Ningwei chuckled, "Of course, if you don't want to go back, I can stay with you until the end..."
Han Que's face turned red. She bit her lip and looked up at him. He was still smiling, but his eyes were a little unfathomable.
Han said in a lighter voice: "Well, let's not go back. I told my mother that I have to go on a business trip at the last minute."
Gu Ningwei fell silent upon hearing this. He lit a cigarette, but didn't smoke it. He just kept it burning on his fingertips, his eyes wandering as he watched the blue smoke curl up in the night. After a while, he turned around and stared at Han Que with a half-smile: "What? You can't help it?"
Han's face suddenly turned red and he spat at him.
"I'm not..." He wanted to explain, but suddenly found it difficult to say it, so he walked over and held her waist tightly, letting her stick close to his arms. He leaned over and kissed Han Que's face gently, whispering: "Han Que, you are really beautiful and charming. You have been swaying in front of me, making me..." He paused, holding Han Que's hand with his other hand, and moved it down along his trouser leg, stopping at a certain place in the middle of his crotch. He pressed hard and whispered hoarsely in her ear: "Feel it, has it greeted you?"
Han Que's cheeks were hot, and the object in her hand was even hotter. Her heartbeat began to become irregular. She lowered her head and dared not move or answer.
Gu Ningwei pressed his cheek against hers, rubbing her soft and delicate skin gently and slowly. He placed his head on her shoulder, sniffing deeply at her hair that exuded the sweet fragrance of jasmine. He closed his eyes and murmured, "What shampoo do you use? It smells so good."
Han Que: "..."
She opened her mouth, and his lips held hers, pecking her gently again and again, making her feel tingling and numb, going straight to her heart.
Han snuggled in his arms, her body began to heat up, and the warm sea surged in, gradually sweeping over her whole body.
"I can't help it." Gu Ningwei muttered to himself vaguely, "Not many men can hold back."
The man's fingertips slowly and carefully unbuttoned the collar of her shirt from top to bottom, undoing it one by one. The breeze from the terrace blew over and hit her body. Han shuddered slightly. Gu Ningwei sensitively stopped his movements and looked at her with deep eyes: "Don't want to?"
Han shook her head. The glass door of the sideboard opposite her vaguely reflected her shadow. Her dark hair was slightly disheveled, her face was like a peach blossom, and her spring love was like water. Gu Ningwei followed her gaze and turned his head to look at her reflection in the glass. Then he turned his head and said to her, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Han's face flushed, she bit her lip and said nothing. Gu Ningwei turned her face over, and held hers with his moist lips again, half kissing and half licking, prying open her mouth and lingering around.
Han was held in his arms, pressed tightly against each other. His body was very hot, and his lower body was like a branding iron scorching her. His kisses moved lightly or heavily along her neck, slowly moving downwards, lingering on her white flesh, making people tremble.
She had never felt this before. Just the kiss was too much for her. Her body trembled involuntarily. His body had the fresh smell of grass and the gentle touch, which made her fascinated. She couldn't help but reach out and stroke his slightly rough chin, his neck and earlobes, and then stood on tiptoe to cling to his body.
"Han Que..." He muttered, his body slightly stiff, and kissed her hard, almost swallowing her breath.
There is a crystal chandelier hanging on the ceiling of the bedroom. When the wind blows in, the crystal pendants will make a delicate and melodious sound, tinkling.
The light was dim, and the bedside lamp was a little apricot red, broken into pieces of light and shadow, reflecting the person on his body, with cold and gentle eyebrows. However, Han squinted his eyes, looking up at the crystal pendant of the crystal chandelier swaying slightly in front of his eyes, feeling dizzy and confused.
He knew how to please her, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, from cheeks to lips, from neck to chest, again and again, sometimes as gentle as a feather, sometimes as the bite of a small animal, causing her slight pain, and making her feel numb.
He leaned down, slid down her body, and buried his head in her wet deepest part. Han was embarrassed and struggled to pull him up, but Gu Ningwei had already shown his dominance as a superior. Her body was completely under his control, and under his control, it turned into spring water, gushing out.
Han bit his lips tightly, refusing to make a sound. He supported himself with his arms and looked at her from above. There were thoughts in his dark eyes that Han could not understand. She turned her head, turned sideways and put her legs together, but the next second one of her legs was folded. He hugged her upper body tightly, and at that moment when he was stretched open, she seemed to hear him take a deep breath and sigh vaguely.
Then they were overwhelmed by the huge waves, and they could only go with the flow, following the surging and majestic waves, ups and downs, and wildly rampant.
The crystal chandelier was shaking. Gu Ningwei put his ear close to Han Que's and coaxed her to scream out. Han Que bit her lip at first and refused to speak. Gu Ningwei smiled and went deeper into her, until the last moment, when Han Que's passionate screams and his low roars were intertwined, indistinguishable from each other.
When everything was calm, the two hugged each other tightly, sweating profusely. Gu Ningwei gave her a long and deep kiss, then picked her up and took her to the bathroom to wash.
The scalding water hit her body and cheeks like a heavy rain, soaking her so much that she couldn't open her eyes. Gu Ningwei smiled and wanted to wash her, but when his palm touched the white skin, he felt another throbbing sensation.
The coldness of the tiles and the scalding heat of the hot water were like two worlds of ice and fire. Under the showerhead, the water splashed on her face. Her soft and weak body was embraced in his arms. He turned her body over and pressed tightly against her from behind. His tongue tip brushed across the bright red spot on her earlobe, causing her to tremble uncontrollably again.
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