Chapter 359: Love

"What on earth... have you been looking at?" The tight entanglement seemed to make it difficult for one to breathe. After finally waiting for a moment to take a breath, Su Yun murmured in a low voice.

He used to be such an innocent boy, but tonight he was like a glutton who had tasted the sweetness of the sweetness. He would cling to her whenever he got the chance, and even if he was out of breath, he would still hold her tightly, as if he was holding on to a treasure that would slip away if he let go...

Although I did have the thought of just kissing him and then running away - this time he learned his lesson.

Because of their previous closeness, Su Yun, who was originally sitting on a small stool, had unknowingly sat on his lap. In this way, she could look directly into his eyes which were somewhat darkened by the tide of passion.

As she asked the question, the corners of her dark eyes turned slightly red, and it was unclear whether it was because of shyness or because of the constant intimate atmosphere.

"There are midnight shows..." His voice was as soft as a whisper, "and they are also available in video stores..."

In this era, Hong Kong cinemas could openly show nude Category III films at midnight shows. Anyone over 18 could enter and watch without being asked to leave by patrolling staff. Moreover, video stores, whether selling or renting, even had the more restricted "Category IV" versions that cinemas could not show, as well as various "action films" imported from Japan, Europe and the United States...

There are so many channels out there to obtain information, and it is indeed not difficult to learn from them if one is really determined.

He was explaining while chasing her to kiss her. He was clearly the one taking the initiative, but in Su Yun's half-closed eyes, there was a hint of fear as if he was being forced. The movement of his trembling eyelashes seemed to sweep into her heart in an instant, light and yet indescribably alluring.

Being pushed too hard, Su Yun took a breath again, slightly opened her eyes and looked at him: "So...how much have you learned?"

"It's hard to explain it with words alone." He seemed not to allow the person in his arms to escape his aura at all. As Su Yun retreated, his hands tightened a little, and in the midst of the tenderness, he said with a cold and unyielding attitude, "Or... you can feel it yourself again?"

Unexpectedly, he finally grew up to the point where he could say some suggestive words without anyone knowing. Su Yun gently bit the corner of his mouth - or perhaps she ground it carefully with her teeth.

After all, he is really sweet and gentle, so gentle that one would want to drown in his tenderness.

And because of his gifted voice, his voice at this moment is particularly clear and transparent, with only one or two tiny hoarse sobs flowing out of his throat when he is passionate, just like an elegant young man who is unfamiliar with the world of love and is experiencing the sweetness of love for the first time. His half-shy and half-drunk expression makes people linger even more.

Different from the seduction caused by desire and ambition in the moonlit night in the mountains, the back and forth between you and me is a confrontation in which neither side is willing to admit defeat; at this moment, it is purely love and what the heart desires, so you can't help but be entangled and inseparable.

If Su Yun had not received "further training" in another place and thus strengthened his resistance to a certain extent, he would have been caught up in this sudden entanglement.

"Then let's start with the simplest one..." Facing this gentleness that was more irresistible than a fierce attack, Su Yun, who felt that she could not be suppressed like this, spoke incoherently, and then hugged the shoulders of the person in front of her again.

Correspondingly, the hands that had been holding her waist also separated and changed positions. While one hand held her waist tighter to bring the two of them closer, the other freed hand also moved up.

Gently brushing across the slender shoulders and delicate neck, the slender five fingers naturally penetrated into the smooth and passionate long hair, holding the back of the head and touching it half in control and half in support, all kinds of emotions arise spontaneously.

Maybe it is a dream come true, maybe it is getting what you want, maybe it is that you want to indulge in it even though you know it is impossible.

Their ears were rubbing against each other, their breaths blending together, and it seemed as if even the air around them was as thick as honey, making it hard to extricate oneself.

Before she knew it, the warmth had gradually turned into a boiling heat, flowing down from the edges of her red lips. Her fair neck was stained with tiny dots of red in the entanglement, as if gorgeous red plum blossoms had grown on flawless white paper, complementing each other and making it even more vivid.

The standing collar of the black cheongsam dress was decorated with buttons made of gold thread and pearls. When the buttons were gently bitten and picked by the flexible lips and tongue, the silk and long hair scraped across the skin like feathers, as if it could bring out the deepest tremors in people's hearts...

At this moment, the door lock that was originally locked from the inside suddenly made a clear sound of the lock being twisted.

The groggy brain was instantly awakened, and after the two pairs of eyes looked at each other for a second, Chen Boyang decisively stretched out his hand and pulled the clothes rack with wheels at the bottom to the front.

At the same time, his other hand was not idle either, and he gently pressed Su Yun's head against his arms - the clothes rack was not high, so people coming in from outside could just see most of his face above the tip of his nose, but it would be difficult to find Su Yun hiding in his arms.

Although he and Zhang Querong are the only two people who have the key to the dressing room tonight, if Zhang Querong doesn't come back alone... then the current appearance of him and Su Yun will easily lead to a scandal.

Even if he was very happy to spread the scandal, and even wanted to make it true, he should not and could not do so without consulting Su Yun.

Otherwise, what is the difference between him and those people who scheme only to get to the top?

What's more, he never wanted to see Su Yun in trouble - especially because of him.

While thinking in confusion, Zhang Querong found that the door was locked from the inside, so he took the key to open the door and looked inside the room. He saw Chen Boyang sitting in the corner, and a row of clothes in front of him almost covered half of his face. He immediately asked with some confusion and concern: "What's wrong with you? Do you want to change clothes?"

Could it be that it had been a long time since I last got drunk, and this time I felt really uncomfortable after getting drunk, so I accidentally stained my clothes?

"I was drinking water just now and accidentally spilled some on my chest, so I planned to change my shirt..." Chen Boyang probably told a lie with his eyes closed in front of others for the first time, and his voice inevitably trembled.

Not only did his voice sound problematic, but his chest rose and fell faster as he became more uneasy. Su Yun, who was leaning her head on him, wanted to pat him lightly to signal him to calm down so as not to be exposed, but he ended up gasping in unbearable pain...

"Are you okay?" Zhang Querong was so worried that he didn't notice anything at this moment. It was only after he heard him suddenly gasp that he wanted to check the situation more anxiously.

"Don't come over here!" Chen Boyang shouted hastily upon seeing this, and then quickly added an explanation, "I just wasn't paying attention for a moment and got scratched by the edge... It's okay, don't worry!"

Hearing this, Zhang Querong had no choice but to stop moving forward: "Well, since you don't want my help, then I'll let you do it yourself."

"But don't be too stubborn. Just ask when you need help. We are good brothers. There is no need to care about so many trivial things..." In fact, he himself is also like this. He would rather grit his teeth and bear the hardship than trouble others. However, when comforting others, he always wants to help if he can.

"I understand. You really don't have to worry about me..." Chen Boyang forced a smile, "I'm really fine."

"It would be the best if it's true. If there is something wrong, don't hide it from me, otherwise I will settle accounts with you after I know the truth!" Zhang Querong made a fierce look and gave a few warnings, and then he couldn't help laughing.

"Come on, go out quickly. Solve the things outside as soon as possible, and we can go back and rest early." Chen Boyang tried his best to keep breathing, trying to appear as normal as possible.

The warm breath so close to him was an attack that could not be blocked by a thin layer of shirt. Unfortunately, at this moment, Su Yun, whether intentionally or unintentionally, slightly moved his head that was pressed against his chest...

Even through the fabric of the shirt and suit, I could feel the deeper features than those of an ordinary person, lightly brushing against the tip of my heart which was different from ordinary skin.

Don't move...

He lowered his eyes slightly and reminded them in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Seeing that Su Yun's eyes and cheeks were red from holding back, Chen Boyang finally realized that the reason why Su Yun moved just now was probably because he involuntarily exerted a little force in panic, and Su Yun, who was having difficulty breathing, had to adjust herself to lean on him...

However, accidents always happen unexpectedly.

Fortunately, he resisted the urge to flirt this time and did not show any abnormality in front of his old friend.

After all, there was a row of clothes between them. Unless his old friend Zhang Querong ignored his opinion and walked up to him, it would be difficult to see the "truth" in his arms through the densely hung clothes.

"Then I won't disturb you from resting. I'll be out for a while and should be back in no time." Zhang Querong nodded and was about to turn around, open the door and leave.

Out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something he had missed.

With some doubt in his heart, he turned around and took another look - Chen Boyang was still sitting in the corner behind the clothes rack, and it didn't look like he was hiding anything from him...

The viewing angle on this side of the door was maximized, and after his eyes inadvertently moved down, he saw the "truth" that was difficult to perceive from his previous position: under the clothing rack, in the gaps between the long and short clothes hung in disorder, were the four thin long legs of a recliner and a pair of feet of a man wearing black leather shoes.

And... a foot wearing a strappy loafer that was visibly sitting on someone's lap so that it was suspended a few inches above the ground.

The foot was as white as jade, with well-proportioned flesh and smooth skin, and slender as new bamboo shoots. The slender and sparkling toes were slightly curled up, probably because of her mood, and the pink toenails, which were not made up but had a purely natural and healthy tone, seemed to be shy, hiding under the cover of the white skin.

There was no need to look any further at the hem of the black satin skirt with gold trim drooping at her feet. The only person who would wear flat shoes tonight was someone whose foot injury had not yet fully healed.

It turns out that unintentional fulfillment always makes people who are struggling with love feel more uncomfortable than intentional matchmaking.