Meng Jiuyi nodded, then shook his head in a daze.
The light cast a hazy, ethereal glow before her eyes, revealing only a silhouette, yet somehow enhancing her features.
The force on her waist stirred up a familiar feeling hidden in her memory. It had just happened not long ago, but the hand was around her shoulder, just a light touch, not even a fingertip touching her.
Too many people inexplicably want to touch and kiss her as soon as they meet her, and talk to her about poetry, songs, and philosophy of life, but after only two days of conversation, they can't wait to expose their genitals in words.
He was the only one who was such a gentleman that he would apologize even for being touched.
Xu Yanzhi, you can no longer enter my dreams.
She gently touched the face in front of her, the closest she'd ever been to it in her life, her fingers carefully caressing it.
Tan Yuchen let the gentle touch linger on his chin, neither stopping him nor bending his neck to let her touch him more.
The lights poured down from above, and for the first time, the infatuation in her eyes, suppressed by drunkenness, was clearly visible, while the man's expression was completely obscured by his long eyelashes.
Before they knew it, the two had grown closer and closer, so close that they could simply part their lips slightly and he could take her cherry-pink lips into his mouth.
That aura, that overwhelming sense of aggression, was something even the drunken Meng Jiuyi could clearly perceive.
She slowly closed her eyes and pressed her lips to hers.
But just before their lips touched, Tan Yuchen abruptly turned his head.
Desire, like a flood, came and went quickly, gradually fading from his eyes. The woman in his arms, her thoughts fragmented, closed her eyes and fell asleep. Tan Yuchen carried her to bed.
After being scorched by the sun during the day, the sea in April and May was already faintly steaming. Inside the room, the air conditioning flowed quietly, and she was fast asleep in bed.
Separated by a glass door, Tan Yuchen stood on the balcony, the smoke between his fingers swirling in the sea breeze.
**
The next morning.
Meng Jiuyi woke up groggily, her eyes still closed. She reached for the bedside to check the time, but vaguely saw a figure standing there for a while, smiling at her.
She sat up, pulling the covers up, and backed away warily. "Who are you?"
"Miss Meng, don't be afraid, I am your guest room butler, Sophie."
Sophie said, "I wanted to call you for breakfast, but you've been sleeping and I didn't want to disturb you. But if I left, I was worried you'd miss your disembarkation time and wouldn't be able to find me."
Do cruise ships have cabin butlers?
Meng Jiuyi scratched his messy hair, then froze the moment he looked down.
She wasn't wearing the same outfit as yesterday. The cream-colored slip dress hung on her body, so sheer it looked like a layer of gauze—the kind of style Wen Qi often complained about.
She suddenly became alert. What had she done last night?
I had a drink with Tan Yuchen, chatted for a bit, and then what?
Her memories were fragmented, yet she would occasionally recall bits and pieces; she stumbled into his arms... as if she had touched him...
Damn it! Meng Jiuyi wanted to die.
Sophie saw her pulling at her hair, burying herself deep in the blankets as if she never wanted to see anyone again, but a second later she pulled them down to check everywhere, looking at her arms and collarbone, and even pulling open her collar to check.
Meng Jiuyi looked up at her, "Sophie, who changed my clothes?"
"I changed it for you last night."
Thank goodness.
The heat that had spread up the back of his neck subsided silently. Meng Jiuyi's eyes were like a fox's as he probed indirectly, "What did I look like last night when you came to change my clothes?"
"Are your clothes intact?" She didn't dare ask directly, but who knew what that lecherous Tan Yuchen might do.
"You were drunk and sleeping, so I helped you change into your pajamas."
Meng Jiuyi was relieved when Sophie took the outfit out of the closet last night.
"And him?"
Sophie was puzzled. She said, "Tan Yuchen."
"You haven't come back since you went out last night, but the Third Young Master told me to take good care of you."
He didn't come back? That's even better.
Meng Jiuyi's gloomy mood suddenly brightened. She washed up and ate breakfast.
The cruise ship arrived at Xin'ao Port at 1 p.m. After she finished getting ready, a team came in to do her makeup. Her long hair was curled up and thick makeup powder was applied. When Meng Jiuyi looked at her face in the mirror, she couldn't even recognize herself.
She was dressed in an elegant dress, wearing sunglasses and carrying a small lambskin bag. When she disembarked, the security officer checked her identification and said he looked forward to seeing her again.
"Merci!" Meng Jiuyi walked away, swaying her hips affectedly.
After leaving the dock, she took a plane back to Kyushu.
This weekend, without anyone noticing, a transfer from Jiang Zhou appeared on my phone—100,000 yuan, with the note "final payment".
She never saw Tan Yuchen, which was for the best. He was a man who never took things seriously. If she had taken it seriously last night, he would never have been the one embarrassed.
Mo Ruyue sent a message on WeChat.
Do you want to go somewhere fun? Mom will go with you.
Meng Jiuyi found it strange, so he went back to the Meng residence halfway there.
As soon as I entered, I heard Feng Ran's laughter.
"Why bring anything when you're here? Don't be so formal."
He Zhizhou said, "Of course, Auntie."
Meng Yintong took his arm and said, "Oh my god, this is nothing. Besides, how can you be my husband if you don't even have this much sense?"
Everyone laughed, and Meng's father asked, "What have your parents been doing lately?"
"My parents went to play golf with the chairman of Huashang Pharmaceutical this afternoon. They said they would like the two families to have a meal together sometime."
Meng Yintong asked knowingly, "Why are we eating?"
"What do you mean by 'what to do'? Of course, it's to discuss with your uncle and aunt when to marry you."
The cheerful laughter made Meng Jiuyi stand there awkwardly. When the others turned around and saw her, Meng Yintong's smile disappeared.
What are you doing here?
Meng Jiuyi didn't mince words and retorted, "Do I need to report to you?"
Seeing that the two were about to start arguing again, Meng's father said, "Your mother was just asking about you. Go and let her know you're safe when you get back."
Meng Jiuyi knew that her father was trying to get rid of her, but she didn't want to stay there either, so she turned around and prepared to leave.
Meng's father added, "By the way, Grandma Tan invited us to visit the Orange Garden next weekend. Please plan your time accordingly."
He Zhizhou, who had been living abroad for many years, was unaware of his family's situation and whispered in his girlfriend's ear.
Who is it?
"The servant's daughter."
Seeing that He Zhizhou was still staring at the door, Meng Yintong turned his head towards her.
"If you look again, I'll gouge your eyes out."
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