Tan Yuchen exchanged a glance with the person next to him, and someone understood and handed him a coat.
The knee-length swallowtail suit was enough to wrap her up completely in his arms.
The burning sensation in my waist faded, replaced by the lining of my clothes against my skin, giving me a strange sense of security—it was the scent I had just caught from him.
Meng Jiuyi couldn't help but look up at him, but he pulled on the elastic band behind her ear, and the mask slipped off her face. Su Renyu, standing beside her, wanted to see what the beauty looked like, but he was disappointed; only the smooth skin beside her ear was revealed.
Tan Yuchen pulled off the hair tie that was binding her hair.
Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, its astonishing volume enough to cover most of her small face, leaving only the tip of her round, upturned nose visible.
"What are you doing?" she asked, looking up at him in confusion.
A faint scent of orange wafted up—from her loose hair, which concealed her dazed face, like a rose hidden deep within the night's thorns.
Tan Yuchen's eyes deepened slightly.
"You're not threatening me to leave?"
The next second, Meng Jiuyi was suddenly lifted into the air from his arms. After the initial shock, she wrapped her wrists around his neck.
"Where are we going?" a few people nearby teased.
Tan Yuchen did not stop walking, but his voice was hoarse with a hint of desire.
"Go back to your room."
Another burst of laughter followed. The reason for going back to the room was obvious; he'd never been so impatient in places of pleasure. The girl wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, burying her face in his chest, only her long, slender legs swaying slightly with each step—it was hard to tell if she could handle it.
Meng Jiuyi's eyes were not covered, but all her senses were focused on her surroundings. She could feel bodyguards searching for her all over the place, and people coming and going in the long corridor after she left the venue, asking if she had been found.
A chill ran down her spine, and she unconsciously hugged Tan Yuchen tighter. He glanced down at her.
She clearly didn't know.
For example, as she walked, the warm breath she exhaled from her nose all entered the man's ear, and her soft breasts bounced up and down slightly, bumping against his chest more than once, until the door closed and a lazy sound came from above.
"Have you hugged enough?"
Meng Jiuyi suddenly looked up and immediately jumped off him.
I wanted to maintain my dignity, but the heels of my boots were too high, so I veered to the side.
Meng Jiuyi was in so much pain that she braced herself against the wall.
Tan Yuchen sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and put them on the coffee table.
"Why are you taking on a part-time job as a dancer?"
Meng Jiuyi felt that she and this man were definitely not compatible, otherwise why would she feel itchy teeth just from hearing his voice?
"Those people are chasing me, I have to find a way to get away."
She placed the recorder on the table, saying, "I got the item."
Tan Yuchen didn't rush to check, but instead asked.
"Have you eaten?"
I spent the whole afternoon staking out for an opportunity; I didn't have time to eat.
Meng Jiuyi said, "I ate it!"
My stomach rumbled a few times at an inopportune moment, which in this quiet room was no different from farting.
"...."
Meng Jiuyi was so embarrassed by his gaze that she wished she could disappear into a hole in the ground.
Fortunately, Tan Yuchen didn't laugh at her much. He pressed the intercom next to him, and soon someone pushed a dining table into the suite. The cruise ship's head chef was hired from a Michelin-starred restaurant in Kyushu. He was skilled in Chinese cuisine and slow food, and the bamboo fungus fried egg, jasmine rice, and white truffle tofu that were served were all Meng Jiuyi's favorites.
"How is it?" Tan Yuchen asked, sitting opposite her.
Gevrey-Chambertin, renowned among table wines, glowed with a deep ruby red in the ice bucket. After the wine had decanted, Tan Yuchen, unusually, poured it for her, the liquid slowly cascading down the side of the glass.
Seeing the man's overly attentive manner, Meng Jiuyi looked at him warily, "This isn't going to be my last meal before I'm executed, is it?"
Tan Yuchen's lips twitched, and he pushed his wine glass toward her.
"Can't I express my gratitude? After all, you just helped me."
Although he said that, Meng Jiuyi dared not accept it. It couldn't be considered helping; they were actually exchanging money from beginning to end.
Tan Yuchen tilted his glass and lightly touched it with hers, saying, "Congratulations on your success."
The slight clinking of glass seemed to weigh on Meng Jiuyi's heart. She felt somewhat lost, not understanding what Tan Yuchen's conciliatory strategy would bring her next.
The other person wouldn't answer her curiosity either. Looking out the window, they held the wine glass in their hand, and as they gently swirled it, the wine shimmered with a golden light on the glass.
She decided to stop investigating, picked it up and took a sip. The spiciness and bitterness almost made her choke. What was this?
A few soft laughs came from the other side.
"What are you laughing at?" she said angrily.
Tan Yuchen took a small sip of the aroma from his cup, then shook his head. "Try it again, just a small amount."
She swallowed the words that she wanted to say he was faking it; the way the man did those things was pleasing to the eye. As if possessed, she gently swirled her wine glass and took a small sip. Meng Jiuyi actually knew wine etiquette, but she understood even better what kind of person was suited for what kind of role.
"How is it?" Tan Yuchen asked.
After the initial bitterness, Meng Jiuyi smacked his lips and said, "It tastes like raspberries."
Tan Yuchen raised an eyebrow, surprised by her keen sense of taste.
"It's a shame that your tongue matches your stomach."
You can't expect ivory from a dog's mouth. What's wrong with her stomach? It's the best medicine for a bad mood.
Meng Jiuyi took a few more sips, then turned to look out the window. The night was dark over the sea, and the sound of waves crashing could be faintly heard. A damp sea breeze swept over him, making him feel comfortable.
"How did you end up on the ship?!"
She said quietly, "If the Third Young Master had told me earlier, I think I wouldn't be in such a sorry state."
Tan Yuchen rested his chin on his hand and looked at her: "You didn't ask me."
Meng Jiuyi: "..."
Talking to this person again would only make her angry. She took her wine glass, walked to the balcony, leaned against the railing, looked out at the sea, and gently pressed her face against her arm.
The red wine, treasured for decades, is sweet with a hint of astringency. A gust of sea breeze makes me feel dizzy without even realizing it.
"How am I supposed to leave tomorrow? What if... Chen Zhongli sends people to arrest me?"
She was certain she heard a man's response behind her, but the sound of the waves was so loud that Meng Jiuyi turned around in a daze.
"What did you say?"
The sea breeze blew fiercely, causing the balcony lights to ripple. Tan Yuchen saw that every strand of her hair was bathed in golden light as it danced, and her eyes, hidden behind her long hair, looked at him blankly, sometimes bright, sometimes dim.
Separated by a balcony door, the man's expression was blurred.
He said, "Once we catch you, we'll hand you over to him."
This time, Meng Jiuyi understood perfectly, even though he was drunk. He expressed his anger with silence and walked to the other side of the balcony where he was not.
The Eugenio was built at great expense. The rooms are located near the bow of the ship, with a clear view of the water kingdom below. Next to the infinity pool is a spiraling water slide. Although there are many people, their laughter can be clearly heard.
Meng Jiuyi leaned on the railing, gazing intently. Someone was leaping across the pool like an eel on the deck, drawing applause and cheers from countless onlookers. Her memory was muddled after drinking, and she thought she had returned to the time when she was learning to swim at school. Although her technique was poor, she had great perseverance.
Someone else jumped into the water, drawing cheers. Meng Jiuyi put his feet on the railing and wanted to jump in too.
Someone grabbed her waist and pulled her back, causing her to fall against a hard chest.
Tan Yuchen breathed a sigh of relief and clicked his tongue.
"Are you tired of living?"
Meng Jiuyi's head throbbed from the impact. She looked up at him, the lamplight falling like mist onto her eyelashes and then melting into her eyes, turning into tears.
Rippling spring water.
Tan Yuchen and she locked eyes, and further down, the bathrobe had somehow become open.
The corset, shaped like flower petals, only covered a small portion of the body.
His voice was hoarse, "Do you know who I am?"
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