Extra Nan Luo: 1. Not a casual person
Yu Jinnan never considered herself a casual woman, at least not someone who had never been the first to have sex with someone. When Luo Hao first laid eyes on Yu Jinnan, his strongest impression was her large breasts. Her curvaceous figure, despite wearing minimal clothing, didn't appear frivolous, but rather possessed a dignified sensuality. Sunlight filtered through the triple-layered glass curtain wall, casting a mystical shimmer of light and shadow, reminiscent of a Western European palace mural, unbridled in its nudity, yet untouchable. H Queen's unique electric crane slowly worked in the distance, its massive artworks seemingly enveloping his heart, moving from one place to another. They met at H Queen's Art Gallery in Central, Hong Kong. Yu Jinnan mingled with the elite, using the finest of skills to sell the most expensive art. At the time, Luo Hao was just a university student, majoring in Creative Communication in the Faculty of Arts, and his advisor had recommended this exhibition to broaden his horizons. Yu Jinnan greeted every prominent figure in the exhibition, but one man, a constant presence in her peripheral vision, piqued her interest. Hearing his mainland accent when speaking to others, she decided to meet him. She strode towards him gracefully in a dark green, off-the-shoulder, floor-length dress, like a pearl dangling delicately on a woman's fingertips, her graceful demeanor swaying gracefully, gently entering his heart. Yu Jinnan asked Luo Hao, "Your mind seems to be elsewhere than on your work." Luo Hao replied frankly, "Yes, because I've been preoccupied with you." Yu Jinnan burst into laughter, a flamboyant and uninhibited laugh. Once she regained her composure, she patted the man's shoulder but said nothing, turning and walking away. Yu Jinnan wasn't immediately attracted to the man. He wasn't very old, and his face even had a hint of youthfulness. He looked like a student, but he was wearing a tailored suit, giving him the look of a dandy who had run away from school by hiding from adults. While handsome, he was inexplicably sentimental and slick. Never mind. After spending so long in the world of fame and fortune, she'd seen plenty of men like him. Yu Jinnan didn't take it seriously. She'd gone to a few more social events and was already a bit tipsy. Fortunately, she'd sold two paintings tonight, and she was in a good mood. As she prepared to leave, she lost her footing as she descended the stairs, and her champagne glass hit the banister. Her fingers stung, and she felt like she was about to fall. Suddenly, a large hand firmly grasped her waist, and with a swift movement, he swept her into his arms. Her soft breasts pressed against his, and he couldn't help but tighten his arm, his breath hitting a snag. Yu Jinnan was still in shock...
Yu Jinnan never thought of herself as a casual woman, at least she had never gone to bed with someone the first time she met him.
The first thing Luo Hao noticed when he saw Yu Jinnan was her large breasts. Her curvaceous figure, despite wearing minimal clothing, didn't appear frivolous, but rather possessed a dignified sensuality. Sunlight filtered through the triple-layered glass curtain wall, casting a mystical shimmer of light and shadow, like a Western European palace mural, unbridled in its nudity, yet untouchable. H Queen's's unique electric crane slowly worked in the distance, its massive artworks seemingly enveloping his heart, moving from one place to another.
They met at H Queen's Art Gallery in Central, Hong Kong. Yu Jinnan moved among various bigwigs, using the most sophisticated skills to sell the most expensive works of art.
At that time, Luo Hao was just a college student. Because he was studying creative communication in the College of Arts, he was recommended by his tutor to attend this exhibition to broaden his horizons.
Yu Jinnan greeted all the prominent figures at the exhibition, but one man, who always appeared in her peripheral vision, piqued her interest. Hearing his mainland accent when speaking to others, she decided to meet him.
She was wearing a dark green off-shoulder long dress that trailed on the ground. She walked towards him gracefully, like a pearl or jade swaying lightly on the fingertips of a beauty, swaying gracefully and walking into his heart.
Yu Jinnan asked Luo Hao: "It seems like your mind has never been on the work."
Luo Hao answered frankly: "Yes, because I was only concerned with looking at you."
Yu Jinnan laughed heartily at his words, her laughter bold and casual. When she regained her breath, she patted the man's shoulder, but said nothing and turned away.
Yu Jinnan didn't like the man at first sight. He was young and even had a boyish look on his face. He looked like a student, but he was wearing a custom-made suit. No matter how you looked at him, he looked like a dandy who had run away from school by wearing adult clothes. Although he looked handsome, he was inexplicably sentimental and slick.
Never mind. After being in the world of fame and fortune for so long, I've seen a lot of men like this. Yu Jinnan didn't take it to heart.
She went to socialize a few more times and was already a little tipsy. Fortunately, she had sold two paintings tonight and was in a good mood. She was about to leave, but when she was going down the stairs, her footing was unstable and the champagne glass hit the handrail. She felt a tingling sensation in her fingers and was about to fall.
Suddenly, a large hand firmly grasped her waist, and with quick eyes and hands, he pulled her into his arms. Her soft breasts pressed against his chest, and he couldn't help but tighten his forearms and his breathing hitched.
Yu Jinnan was still in shock. Seeing that the man who saved her was the student-looking man, her fingers couldn't help but grab his collar and cling tightly to his tall and handsome body, fearing that she would fall again.
"Don't be afraid, it's okay." The man freed his other hand and patted her naked back. The cool and smooth touch made him feel a little awkward.
Yu Jinnan let go of him, slightly embarrassed, and he politely removed his hand from her waist. She saw the blood stain on the collar of her white shirt, which she had just held, and apologized, "I'm sorry, I stained your shirt."
"It's not a problem, but your hand—" He grabbed her hand without hesitation and carefully examined the injury.
She pulled her hand back and said nonchalantly, "It's nothing, don't worry about it."
The museum staff rushed over after hearing the news, apologized and cleaned up the mess.
Seeing that the food was ready, Yu Jinnan walked down the stairs and waved for a taxi at the entrance of the art museum. However, Luo Hao got in before her and opened the car door for her. She was startled, thinking he was just being polite. She didn't expect that after she got in, he also got in.
He told the driver the address of a nearby hospital in Cantonese, and she asked him, "What are you doing?"
"You should see a doctor about your injured finger. If it gets pierced by broken glass, it will cause infection later." He was serious in a silly way.
Yu Jinnan still looked nonchalant: "There's no need to go to the hospital. The wound will heal by the time we get there." She waved her hand and gave the driver a new address, which was her short-term rental residence in Hong Kong.
Luo Hao heard that the address was very close to their school and he was familiar with the nearby pharmacies, so he said, "Then I'll go to the nearby pharmacy to buy some medicine for the wound and apply it on you."
Yu Jinnan smiled as if he was making a fuss, then turned to look out the window. The car window was a little open, letting in a moist and warm evening breeze, ruffling her wavy hair like soft ocean waves, blending with fragrance, and flowing to his lips.
Her injured right hand was casually clasped against the seat. He felt it was unhygienic to leave the exposed wound on the taxi seat. He then, needlessly, grabbed her finger, flipped it over, and moved it to the hem of her skirt. Her bright silver nails rested loosely on the dark green hem, moving with the movement of her slender legs, like a lonely star in a dark forest, cold and beautiful.
She turned around and looked at him inquiringly. He said hurriedly, "The wound shouldn't be touched by anything else."
She looked at him with a half-smile, her eyes squinting up and down. He felt uneasy, his eyelids twitching as he stared straight ahead, his Adam's apple rolling, his heart seemed to be caught by her hook-like gaze, hanging in mid-air, swinging awkwardly.
When they arrived at her apartment, they both got out of the car. He said in a hoarse voice, "There's a pharmacy at the intersection just past. I'll go get you some medicine for your wound."
Yu Jinnan said lazily, "I have a medicine box in my apartment."
She raised her chin and nodded in the direction of the apartment door, and he followed her in with a stiff step.
She walked in, turned on the light, and said to him, "The medicine box is in the wide drawer of the coffee table." Then she took off her high heels and the jewelry around her neck and wrists, and her ears were filled with sweet sounds.
Luo Hao closed the door, gathered his courage, walked to the coffee table, squatted down and took out the medicine box. He felt her sit on the sofa behind him, and the rich fragrance hit him, disturbing his mind.
He knelt on one knee and turned around to see her looking down at him with a smile. Her eyes seemed to be looking at a greenhorn, which made him inexplicably annoyed.
He said seriously, "Let me clean your wound."
He found alcohol and cotton swabs from the medicine box and carefully examined the bright red scars in her white palm lines. The dim light in the living room reflected on his serious face, and his thick eyelashes trembled slightly as his eyes moved. Yu Jinnan was fascinated by him for a moment, and the back of her hand rubbed against his palm uncontrollably.
Luo Hao's heart trembled, the tremor like ripples in a spring, the rippling feeling spreading throughout his body. His heart was pounding violently. He raised his eyes to look at her, but the first thing he saw was the deep white cleavage under her white neck, rising and falling slowly with the rhythm of her breathing, but the transmission to him was violent.
She was still looking straight at him, with a determined smile on her lips. He hated being so awkward in front of her, so he just straightened his knees and kissed her flaming red lips.
Yu Jinnan was surprised at first. She had never thought that this naive little man would actually dare to do that. It wasn't until he roughly threw her onto the sofa, kissing her from her lips and teeth to her neck, and his hand began to grope for the zipper on her back, that she realized this guy was serious.
"Are you too young?" Yu Jinnan was not sure of his age and still had concerns. She tried to push away his heavy body that was pressing down on her and said.
"I'm not small, I'm very big. I've compared it with the data on the Internet." As he said that, he hurriedly unbuckled his belt, trying to prove it to her.
She slapped his chest in shame and anger. She was really mad at this silly child!
But this guy was young and energetic after all, and he couldn't hold back for long. He had already stripped naked and pressed on her, feeling it, which was really impressive. Who would have thought that he would boldly pull her hand to touch it, as if he wanted her to verify his identity.
"Didn't you just say in the car, 'The wound shouldn't come into contact with anything else'?" Yu Jinnan asked him deliberately teasingly.
He said with heavy breathing: "This doesn't count. If it touches mine, it can cure your illness."
Yu Jinnan giggled again, her soft body trembling slightly under him. Black hair, red lips, snow-white breasts, dark green skirt. He knelt beside her like worshiping, buried his face in her soft breasts and licked them.
The narrow sofa made it difficult for him to move, and Yu Jinnan saw that his movements were indeed clumsy. However, she couldn't point it out, so she whispered in his ear, "The sofa is too narrow, it's not comfortable."
He then lifted her up with great strength and walked quickly into the bedroom. Hong Kong houses are small, and a room is only a few steps away. They both moved onto the bed and their movements became more intense.
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