Xu Zhaozhao was completely dazed when she was surrounded by the man's cool, woody scent.
Why did this guy come back early? It's kind of scary.
I was worried that people in the manor would recognize Gu Qingyan, but the lights were only focused on the stage.
The two, who were embracing tightly offstage, went unnoticed.
What's it like to sneak out to watch male models and get caught red-handed by your husband...?
Xu Zhaozhao said that she had to quickly say some nice things to appease her!
Realizing that he had said those words, Gu Qingyan stopped talking and just pinched her harder.
"You want to see what I wear?"
Gu Qingyan asked, and Xu Zhaozhao nodded expectantly.
In terms of physique and good looks, Gu Qingyan certainly wouldn't lose, not to mention his fair skin...
Xu Zhaozhao didn't even dare to think about black stockings.
I'm afraid that if I keep thinking about it, I'll get a nosebleed in public.
"Hmph." The man's soft snort fell beside her ear, the words seeming to be squeezed out between his teeth, "Dream on."
As he spoke, the hand that was on the back of her head moved down her hair to her calf, and with a gentle lift, he picked her up in a princess carry.
Xu Zhaozhao was so scared that her heart was pounding wildly. She didn't dare to resist at all and let Gu Qingyan carry her away.
In the darkness, no one noticed their departure; everyone's attention was focused on the striptease on stage.
He carried Xu Zhaozhao out through the side door, which closed automatically, isolating the party scene in the hall.
This is the back garden of the Magic Silk Manor. Everyone is gathered in the hall; there's no one here.
Xu Zhaozhao was dressed lightly today, and the slight cool night breeze helped clear her head.
She trembled in Gu Qingyan's arms.
Gu Qingyan paused, then stopped, put Xu Zhaozhao down, took off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders to block the cold wind.
Although Gu Qingyan appeared calm, the calmer he was, the more flustered Xu Zhaozhao became, feeling as if it were the calm before the storm.
"I was wrong, I was wrong, don't be angry."
Xu Zhaozhao grabbed his outstretched hand and pouted.
With her head bowed, her fingertips just touched the string of cold beads, which gleamed with a wooden sheen in the moonlight.
I vaguely remembered why Gu Qingyan had mentioned wearing these Buddhist prayer beads.
Atonement...
"How about I wear a string of Buddhist prayer beads too? I'll..."
Xu Zhaozhao couldn't say anything more. Her chin was raised, and those beautiful thin lips blocked her words.
Simply to shut her up, he lightly bit her lower lip as punishment, then stepped back.
His voice was hoarse, "Xu Zhaozhao, don't talk nonsense."
My heart, which had just calmed down, started racing again, and even the cold wind couldn't extinguish it.
"Then don't be angry, I won't talk about it anymore."
"I'm not angry."
Gu Qingyan hugged her tighter and buried his head in the crook of her neck.
He arrived long ago.
Anyone who isn't blind can see that Xu Zhaozhao rejected Fu Chengze.
He wouldn't have shown up if Xu Zhaozhao hadn't gone to look at the male models.
He lowered his eyes in deep thought.
Do I usually wear too many clothes...?
As he held her, Xu Zhaozhao became restless and squirmed in his arms.
It would occasionally let out a soft, kitten-like whimper.
"I can drink... I can still drink..."
Gu Qingyan raised his hand and ruffled her hair. "Let's go home, you little drunkard."
Having just tasted the alcohol, and seeing Xu Zhaozhao's normal appearance, I thought there wasn't much of a problem.
Not long after, he started talking nonsense.
Her little hands groped around Gu Qingyan's body, taking everything out of his pockets.
A black mask and sunglasses were put on Gu Qingyan with a bewildered look in his eyes.
Several times, if Gu Qingyan hadn't dodged, he could have been blinded.
"You look good. You're so fair-skinned, and you look really good in black."
Xu Zhaozhao was clearly drunk and out of her mind, her fingers slowly landing on Gu Qingyan's shoulder.
"Wear more black things, like black ties, black shirts, black stockings, etc., hehe."
When he heard the last word, Gu Qingyan tightened his grip on her.
What's wrong?
Why is a girl so obsessed with black stockings?
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