Chapter 87 Entangled Love
Gu Yanchen gently brushed away the stray hairs from her temples, his eyes filled with deep affection:
"Jiaojiao, from now on I will stay by your side every step of the way and protect you."
Jiang Yi pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, which he had put on again. The coldness in his eyes dissipated, leaving only a gentle, doting look.
"I will strengthen your security measures and ensure you are never in such danger again."
Lu Jinyuan lowered his head and placed a burning kiss on her forehead.
A voice that is both domineering and gentle:
From now on, your affairs are my affairs.
"Whoever dares to touch you, I'll make sure they lose everything."
Su Jiaojiao looked at them, a sweet smile slowly spreading across her lips. Tears still clung to her eyelashes, yet she resembled a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, breathtakingly beautiful. Her 9.8-level beauty shone brightly in the moonlight, adding a touch of captivating allure to her eyes. The aura of her stunning beauty subtly dissipated, making the four men's gazes even more infatuated.
Li Meng looked at the scene before her and burst into laughter through her tears.
She knew that Su Jiaojiao would never be alone again.
The sound of police sirens gradually grew louder in the distance. Manlei was still cursing wildly as the police took him away, but they quickly gagged him.
Lu Jinyuan took off his bathrobe and wrapped it tightly around Su Jiaojiao, then lifted her up in his arms. His gaze was gentle, and his voice was deep:
"We're home, Jiaojiao."
Su Jiaojiao leaned against him, looking at the three men beside her: Lin Xingche holding her hand, Gu Yanchen shielding her from the wind, and Jiang Yi carefully protecting her from the wind.
A night breeze carried the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms from afar. A sweet smile touched Su Jiaojiao's lips. So what if danger lurked around her? As long as they were there, she would always be the apple of their eye.
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The night, like a crumpled piece of dark silk, gently blanketed the entire manor.
The Friday evening breeze, carrying the sweet scent of gardenias, quietly slipped into the master bedroom on the second floor. Su Jiaojiao had just finished showering; her long, wet hair cascaded over her shoulders, water droplets sliding down her fair neck and soaking into her loose silk nightgown. She sat at her vanity, drying her hair. Her face, enhanced by her 9.8-level beauty rating, was breathtakingly beautiful; her eyes, as they sparkled, seemed to hold a pool of shattered diamonds.
"elder sister"
A soft, youthful voice came from behind.
Su Jiaojiao turned around and saw Lin Xingche leaning against the door frame, wearing white cotton pajamas, his soft hair draped over his forehead. His bright, almond-shaped eyes were fixed on her, like a little wolf cub poised to pounce.
His footsteps were light as he walked up behind her, taking the towel from her hand and clumsily yet gently drying her hair. His fingertips occasionally brushed against her earlobe, carrying a burning heat that made Su Jiaojiao tremble slightly.
"Xingxing, why are you being so well-behaved today?"
Su Jiaojiao chuckled, turned her head, and her nose brushed against his chin.
Lin Xingche's ears instantly turned bright red. He paused in his actions, then lowered his head, his thin lips brushing against her earlobe, his voice slightly hoarse:
"Because... today is my day, sister."
The moment he finished speaking, his kiss landed on her lips.
It wasn't a clumsy touch, but rather one brimming with the burning passion and urgency unique to young men. His lips were scalding hot, like a small flame, burning from her earlobe down her neck, then lingering at the corners of her lips. Su Jiaojiao was slightly breathless from his kiss, and reached out to push against his chest, but he seized her wrist and pressed it against the dressing table.
Lin Xingche's kiss deepened, carrying an irresistible possessiveness.
He gently wrapped his arm around her waist, lifted her up, and placed her on the dressing table. The cool mirror against her back contrasted sharply with the warmth of his palm.
"elder sister"
He looked up, his eyes misty with tears, and their noses brushed against each other's.
The voice sounded aggrieved.
"I saw the mark Lu Jinyuan left on your neck yesterday."
So obvious…
Su Jiaojiao looked down and saw a faint purple mark on her neck, left by Lu Jinyuan last night. Before she could speak, Lin Xingche lowered his head and took the skin on her neck into his mouth, gently nibbling. His touch was light, yet full of stubbornness, as if asserting his dominance.
Soon, a deeper red mark replaced the previous pale purple.
That's how it should be.
Lin Xingche looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, a sly glint in his eyes, then lowered his head and kissed her lips.
"My sister is mine"
The night grew deeper
Lin Xingche's kiss carried the impetuousness and passion of youth, yet it was also tender and protective. He carried her to the bed, his movements as gentle as if handling a fragile treasure.
Moonlight streamed through the French windows, illuminating the intertwined figures of the two.
It outlines an ambiguous silhouette.
Su Jiaojiao nestled in his arms, feeling his strong heartbeat, a sweet smile playing on her lips. Lin Xingche's embrace was warm, carrying a faint milky scent that made her feel incredibly safe and secure.
But the love of young people is always surging and intense.
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His hand gently caressed her waist, his kiss landing on her collarbone, his voice slightly husky and suppressed:
"Sister...I want more..."
Su Jiaojiao's cheeks flushed, and she reached out to pinch his cheek:
"Greedy ghost"
Lin Xingche, as if encouraged, rolled over and pinned her beneath him, showering her with kisses. The cicadas chirped incessantly outside the window, and the temperature inside rose higher and higher, weaving together a tender nocturne.
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It wasn't until late at night that Lin Xingche finally fell asleep, holding her contentedly. His arms were tightly wrapped around her waist, his head buried in the crook of her neck, his breathing even. But Su Jiaojiao could feel his fingertips still unconsciously caressing her side, carrying a hint of lingering desire.
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