I jokingly said, "I know, housekeeper."
She suddenly rushed to me and kissed me on the face. This sudden intimacy made me feel embarrassed for a moment, but I did not push away her true feelings.
The kiss stopped, and her expression suddenly dimmed: "Going home... it's like before, you're 'stopping at etiquette' again."
It warms my heart that she would do this.
I gently stroked her hair and said in a gentle voice, "Thank you for being so considerate. I hope one day, we won't have to worry about anything anymore."
She smiled again and tapped my nose with her fingertips: "I don't want to monopolize you. I am very satisfied to be able to live under the same roof with you," she said in a low voice with satisfaction.
These words were said so humbly, just like her sister's, and they made me feel a little sad.
After seeing Peng Xiaomin off, I went to the restaurant to have a quick breakfast and then returned to my room to wait.
During this period, Wang Yanshu and Hu Haitao called me one after another, all of them were caring greetings, asking me whether the hangover had worn off and whether I was feeling better.
Out of boredom, I sent another message to 께敏, reminding her to drive slower.
It was around nine o'clock before Lu Yuting found the room according to the address I gave her.
I opened the door and she was standing at the door with a hint of apology on her face: "I'm so sorry, Feng Zi refused to let you go last night and left you here alone. You must be bored, right?"
I shrugged and said casually, "It's good to be alone. I sleep very deeply."
She curled her lips and her eyes moved: "You don't mean what you say." Before she finished speaking, she walked to the bedside, tilted her body, and lay down lazily. Her ankles rubbed against each other flexibly, and the pair of exquisite high-heeled sandals slid silently to the floor. The stockings were a transparent marigold black, tightly wrapped around her well-proportioned legs, extending all the way into the shadow of the skirt. She lay there, but her eyes were like hooks, staring straight at me, her eyes were watery, and the meaning of temptation flowed undisguisedly.
I stood there, my body didn't move at all, my face looked like it was covered with a thin layer of frost, calm and almost alienated. My eyes fell on her, but it was as if I could see through her, or I was just observing a still life that had nothing to do with me.
She was like a peacock that tried hard to spread its feathers but failed to attract admiring eyes. The elaborate display of splendor was in vain. The coquettish look that she had deliberately created froze in an instant, and a trace of imperceptible loss quickly passed through her eyes, which was then covered up by her drooping long eyelashes. She seemed to feel that she needed to do something to fill this awkward gap, and reached for her purse and began to grope for lipstick or powder.
At this moment, her movements suddenly froze, and her brows suddenly furrowed. Like a vigilant prey, her nostrils twitched, trying to catch the subtle scent lingering in the air: "Has a woman been in your room...?"
My heart tightened, and I quickly suppressed the panic that was about to overflow from my eyes, so I casually prevaricated: "The hotel waitress came and brought mineral water."
She looked suspicious, but didn't answer. Instead, she leaned over the snow-white pillow, brushed her fingertips carefully across the pillow, and searched for any suspicious traces with her eyes like a probe. I secretly felt lucky: Fortunately, I had asked the guest room to change the entire set of bedding before going downstairs.
However, her sharpness far exceeded my expectations. Her sense of smell was only one of her, and her eyes were even sharper. At this moment, her fingertips picked up a thin strand of hair from the dark leather bed backrest. She pinched the hair and held it in front of her eyes, like a criminal investigation expert examining key evidence: "There is always a loophole in a hundred precautions. This time, let's see what you have to say?" She sneered, "Don't tell me this is your own hair."
Seeing that I was about to be exposed, my nerves tensed up instantly and I thought of a quick solution. Without any hesitation, I leaned forward and approached her. Our noses almost touched each other and her thick eyelashes were clearly visible in front of me. I stared into her eyes and said firmly, "Don't try to trick me here. Are you trying to accuse me? You want to convict me based on just a hair? This is too ridiculous! Who knows if it was left by a guest?"
She snorted coldly, her eyes sharp as a silk: "Oh, so anxious to change the whole set of mattresses? Isn't this just..." Her voice was full of all-knowing sarcasm, going straight to the core.
The words "guilty conscience" were about to come out of her mouth. How could I let her use her damn "criminal investigation talent"? Before she could finish, I pressed my lips against her soft lips with an almost brutal determination - the unfinished question was instantly crushed in the silent rubbing.
A kiss that will take your soul away. Her initial symbolic resistance soon melted away like thin ice, quickly turning into surrender and obsession. The arms around my neck tightened more and more, like a drowning person clinging to a piece of driftwood. If you let go, it will drift away in an instant.
My waist was bent awkwardly, and after a while, I felt a sore and numb feeling like ants gnawing at my bones. Finally, I couldn't support it anymore, so I simply pressed my entire body weight heavily on her.
After a long time, she reluctantly let go, her lips slightly wet, her eyes hazy, and she complained softly with an aftertaste of lingering desire: "Damn Feng Zi... She said that Hu Haiyang was not at home and she was so lonely, and she insisted on dragging me to accompany her. How could she know that I was in Cao's camp but my heart was with Han, and my heart had already flown to you..."
I stood up straight, stretched my stiff back, and responded in a deliberately affectionate tone: "Me too. I took so many cold showers in the bathroom, and it was so uncomfortable." There was an exaggerated helplessness in my tone.
Her expression suddenly changed, and the charm she had just shown was gone. Her eyes were sharp as a sword, and the corners of her mouth showed an arc with a hint of anger: "Guan Hongjun, you are really good at talking, and you lie all the time without blushing or beating your heart!"
I forced myself to look innocent, but I was puzzled: "Lu Yuting, what happened to you today? It's sunny one moment and rainy the next, and you change your face faster than turning the pages of a book."
She sneered, her eyes wandering over my face like a searchlight, with a piercing mockery: "Do I need to say it clearly? If it's really like what you said... I miss you so much that I'm going crazy." She paused deliberately, glanced down with a meaningful look, and then raised her head to look at me directly, "Now... will you stand like this and talk to me?"
My heart was shocked! I was only concerned with weaving the plot, but completely ignored the most primitive and most difficult to disguise physiological logic. She couldn't have made it clearer - if I was really that hungry and thirsty, I would have pounced on my food like a hungry wolf at this moment, how could I be so "gentlemanly" standing and chatting?
But I am not a machine made of iron. After last night's indulgence and the exhaustion at this moment, my body has long been protesting silently, and my energy has been completely drained. A deep, self-deprecating feeling of powerlessness, like a cold tide, quietly spreads from the deepest part of my heart, as if it is bringing me a "final disaster".
But in order to prove that ridiculous "innocence", the damn stubbornness dormant in my body was completely ignited. I ignored the naked mockery in her eyes, turned around abruptly, strode to the window, and with a fierceness that was almost venting, I fiercely pulled the heavy curtains together with a "swish" sound!
The light suddenly disappeared, and the room fell into an ambiguous gloom. The intention behind this action was self-evident. I thought she would stop while she was ahead and give me a way out, so that this dangerous temptation would stop here.
However, her eyes were like invisible chains, firmly nailing me. The look in her eyes was complicated and hard to tell - a hint of amusement, as if she was really expecting something to go wrong. In short, she had no intention of stopping me, and even slightly adjusted her posture, as if she was waiting for a good show to begin.
My heart suddenly sank, as if it was being grasped by a cold hand. My confidence collapsed like a sand tower. It was over! If next... I became the useless "silver-plated gun tip", this would not be a simple venting of anger, but a complete and irreversible "large-scale rollover scene"! From now on, I will never be able to stand up in front of her.
The more you fear something, the closer it will follow you.
When I gritted my teeth and reached out to strip her clothes with bravado, the most critical part of my body was like a dead desert - "the dawn is quiet here", without any proper, even symbolic reaction. My brain "buzzed", blood seemed to rush back, and my cheeks were hot. My hands immediately became stiff and hesitant, clumsy like a thief who stole for the first time.
She also keenly caught the strangeness. Her hand suddenly raised, with a soothing and restraining force, gently pressed my panicked wrist. She laughed out loud, with a lazy and teasing voice: "In broad daylight, you really want to make a real play?"
I was suddenly overjoyed, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw! Just as I was thinking about taking advantage of the situation -
Unexpectedly, she suddenly changed the subject, lowered her voice, and blew gently into my ear with a strange, almost bewitching breath: "But... maybe this... will be more exciting?"
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