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Inside the suite, the lighting was soft and the air was filled with a warm atmosphere.
He Chuan gently caressed Wen Rong through her bathrobe. He took off his clothes first, then carefully untied her bathrobe, revealing her skin as delicate as white porcelain.
He Chuan kissed her face repeatedly, his eyes wandering over her facial features - this face really suited his aesthetic taste, and he has been thinking about it for so many years since he saw it for the first time.
Her lips were full and plump, and now they were even more tempting. He Chuan stretched out his index finger and pinched her lips, watching the rose girl he had been thinking about bloom before his eyes.
Gently exploring every inch of her skin with his lips and teeth, Wen Rong's body gradually relaxed under such gentle attack and slowly responded to his tenderness.
"Wenrong, is it okay?"
He Chuan's voice was gentle, and his eyes were full of love as he looked at her.
Wenrong nodded slightly. Although she was a little nervous, she was willing to trust this man.
However, when Wenrong frowned, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
"It hurts..." she whispered in a nasal voice, her slender fingers tightly pinching his arm.
Hot sweat broke out on He Chuan's forehead, but what made him more distressed was Wen Rong's discomfort.
"Okay, I won't do it anymore."
He kissed the corners of her eyes, trying to wipe away her tears.
However, Wenrong put her arms around his waist, as if to tell him that she was willing to continue.
He Chuan took a deep breath and kissed her red lips again: "Don't be afraid."
He continued to soothe her and touch her body gently.
Wenrong's brows gradually relaxed, and her body began to adapt to this intimacy.
From the back to the waist and hips, it is bent into a full moon bow, accumulating infinite power.
As the two people's rhythm gradually became harmonious, the atmosphere in the room became heated.
Wenrong's voice was as delicate as the chirping of an oriole, and his face was as red as a blooming rose...
Finally, everything returned to peace.
He Chuan turned over, the blood in his body still flowing in the aftermath of the roar.
Under the oblique light of the table lamp, the tiled floor, decorative walls and glass pieces reflect fine light, creating a warm picture.
Wenrong curled up in his blankets, panting softly, making faint sounds like a small animal.
Her long hair was messily stuck to her face and shoulders. Her small face was stuck to the sweaty black hair and her nose was straight.
He Chuan gently picked her up and fed her water. Hearing her hoarse voice from shouting, his heart was filled with pity.
He wrung out a hot towel and carefully wiped her body. Her delicate skin was dazzlingly white under the light.
He tried his best to suppress his inner excitement, quickly wiped her clean, then turned and went into the bathroom to wash himself and calm his inner waves.
After relieving myself, I went to pick up the phone that had been ringing non-stop.
The assistant's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone: "Brother He, not long after you left, Hu Shuangqi went into the lounge. When he came out, he was very angry and beat up an actress, saying something like "dare to play tricks on him."
He Chuan's face instantly turned gloomy. He had long guessed that the person who drugged him might be Gao Fei, but he didn't expect that the mastermind behind it was Hu Shuangqi.
Thinking of Hu Shuangqi's improper attempt on Wen Rong two years ago, He Chuan's anger burned. He had clearly ignored his warning at the time.
Everyone in Jingshan Hutong knew about what the Hu family had been doing against the Huang family in recent years. The men of the Huang family were being transferred out of the capital one by one.
It was inconvenient for outsiders to interfere in the internal struggle between the two families. But Hu Shuangqi actually dared to attack Wen Rong, which touched He Chuan's sore spot.
He picked up a cigarette and lit it. He flipped the lighter back and forth a few times in his hand before holding it tightly in his palm.
He pressed a number and dialed it.
After he finished explaining everything, it was already two o'clock in the morning, but he was not sleepy at all. He returned to bed and watched over Wen Rong who was sleeping soundly.
Looking at Wen Rong's beautiful face, He Chuan felt a wave of fear. If he had shown up a little later last night, the consequences would have been disastrous.
He hugged Wenrong tighter, as if he wanted to integrate her into his life.
At this moment, he decided to protect her at all costs and not let anyone hurt her again.
Feeling his warmth, Wen Rong naturally fell into his arms, his limbs wrapped around him like vines.
"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" He Chuan asked with a soft smile, his tone full of tenderness.
Wen Rong took his hand and shook his head slightly. This action had already answered his question.
His shoulders and back tensed instantly, and his hands couldn't help but grip tighter. Wenrong tilted his head back comfortably.
All her sensory functions were developed to the extreme. She could hardly control herself and grabbed He Chuan's back and arms tightly.
A white halo exploded in the minds of both of them at the same time, and a joyful atmosphere filled the room.
The next morning, Wenrong woke up and found himself still lying in Hechuan's arms.
The crazy scene of last night replayed in her mind like a movie, and her face turned red to her neck.
Thinking of her proactive behavior last night, she was a little at a loss, wondering if she should leave early before he woke up.
Just as she was thinking about how to sneak away, He Chuan suddenly woke up and pulled her into his arms: "Sleep a little longer, someone will come to deliver clothes at ten o'clock."
Wen Rong's body stiffened. He Chuan sensed her nervousness, opened his eyes, and asked in a lazy, hoarse voice unique to the early morning, "You don't want to be responsible for me, do you?"
"Ah?" Wen Rong was stunned and didn't know how to respond for a moment.
"Ah, what? My family rules are very strict. I don't allow casual people to do things casually. You have to be responsible for me. Not to mention getting married right away, but at least you have to date me with the goal of getting married." He Chuan said seriously, but there was a smile in his eyes.
Wen Rong hadn't expected things to turn out this way. After years of contact, He Chuan had already become the person she trusted the most.
Although what happened last night was due to other reasons, when she thought about spending the future with He Chuan, she not only did not feel repulsive, but was full of anticipation.
"Okay then, I will take responsibility for you."
She whispered, a shy smile on her face.
Just like that, the two officially started dating, and their relationship was based not only on a one-night stand, but also on deep trust and future commitment.
As the days passed, life seemed to return to normal.
However, undercurrents surge beneath the calm.
A few days later, the news reported a serious car accident: a man in his twenties died on the spot due to drunk driving.
A mourning hall was set up in front of the Hu family's door, and people came to pay their respects in an endless stream.
At the same time, Gao Fei could no longer stay in the entertainment industry due to the suppression within the circle, so she had to go to Hong Kong to shoot a Category 3 movie.
(It took me two days to finish the review, and I revised it a hundred times. He Chuan, remember this! Your content is the hardest to review!! I used all sorts of methods, and even swapped the order of chapters 217 and 218 before I could post it. Please make do with it.)
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