"We're here, I need some water." Luo Shimiao felt like her throat was on fire.
Gu Nian turned on the light, carried her into the bedroom, turned on the heater, and held her tightly the whole time while drinking water.
"Can't you just let me go? It won't make a difference if it takes a little more time."
"You're so sweet, I don't want to leave you for even a moment."
"You dog of a man."
The man held her and laid her down on the soft bed, tenderly stroking Luo Shimiao's eyebrows and eyes.
Do you love me?
Luo Shimiao's long, beautiful legs hooked around the man's waist as she thought to herself, "What they said online was true; men like to ask these kinds of questions in bed."
"I don't love it."
"I've stopped loving and moving."
She immediately changed her words: "Love."
Gu Nian bent his index finger and flicked the tip of her pert nose, saying indulgently, "You little pervert."
"Hehe~" Luo Shimiao smiled playfully, raised her head and kissed him.
........
The next day.
After finishing her work in the morning, Luo Shimiao went back to take a nap.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Luo Min drove to Gu Nian's house with clothes in her hands.
"Sister Min, you can park the car outside." Luo Shimiao, wearing pajamas and slippers, ran down to greet her.
Luo Min got out of the car, opened the back door, took out the ironed dress, and handed it to her.
Luo Shimiao took the dress, looked her up and down, and after a moment, praised her repeatedly: "Beautiful, beautiful."
Looking down at the dress in her hand, she frowned slightly and asked in confusion, "Why isn't it a black dress?"
“You’re a public figure, and there will be a lot of people at the wedding, so you’re bound to be recognized.” She paused, then added, “If you show up in a black dress and it gets posted online and some people start a fuss, you’ll probably get criticized again.”
"I'm not afraid at all, they can't out-argue me." Luo Shimiao took her arm and walked into the yard.
Looking at the upscale villa in front of her, Luo Min said, "It's so close to your house, is this your new love nest?"
"No, this is Gu Nian."
What's his is yours.
Gu Nian was drinking tea when he overheard her words. He smiled slightly, looked towards the door, and said, "The tea is ready. Would you like some?"
"I don't want to drink it, I need to change my dress." Luo Shimiao turned to Luo Min: "Sister Min, the tea is nice, would you like some?"
She looked at the elegant and handsome man sipping tea and shook her head: "I'll go change clothes with you." Having tea with this big shot was too stressful.
The man put down his teacup, his cool voice echoing in the room: "I know how to change clothes, let me do it." He strode after them and stood in front of them.
Luo Min's eyes darted around, and she touched her throat, saying, "I'm thirsty. The food I ate today was too salty. I'm going to get some tea." She lifted her skirt and walked towards the sofa.
“You…” Luo Shimiao stared at her retreating figure, speechless for a moment.
Gu Nian took the clothes from her hands, put his arm around her shoulder, and walked into one of the rooms.
"I'm just changing my dress, why are you making a fuss!"
"Serving you well is my job." The man's long fingers unbuttoned Luo Shimiao's pajamas.
A patch of snow-white skin was reflected in her eyes.
Seeing the man's slow and deliberate movements, Luo Shimiao rolled her eyes impatiently: "At this rate, Sister Min will think we're doing something in there."
"I'd like to do something, but I'm afraid you won't allow it." A fiery glint flashed in Gu Nian's dark eyes.
She gave a soft hum, sat at the foot of the bed, quickly took off her pajamas, and then stood up with her back to him.
Her graceful neckline, slender waist, and long, straight legs beneath her shapely hips, along with her snow-white and delicate skin, made her an irresistible temptation to the man behind her.
Gu Nian's gaze was fixed on Luo Shimiao, and his breathing became heavier.
Luo Shimiao turned her head slightly and said, "Have you seen enough?"
"I could look at you for a lifetime and still not get enough." The man's large, calloused hands rested on either side of her slender waist, and with a slight pinch of his fingers, a faint pink blush rose on her fair skin.
"When I'm old and covered in age spots, will you still say that?" She turned to meet his dark eyes.
Gu Qing chuckled softly, "No."
She raised her foot and kicked the man's shin.
"You men are all the same!"
"Just kidding." Gu Nian gently pulled her into his arms and said softly, "I'm five years older than you. I'm afraid you'll dislike the smell of an old person on me."
Luo Shimiao smelled the faint scent of pine on him and laughed, "I'll kick you to the curb and find a young, handsome guy, then you won't have to be afraid anymore."
"An ungrateful little wildcat." Gu Nian took a step back, picked up the dark purple dress draped over her arm, unzipped it, and put it over her head.
Luo Shimiao reached out and slipped her hand through her sleeve.
Gu Nian walked behind her, zipped up the zipper, and straightened her skirt.
"Miaomiao, purple suits you very well."
The dark purple velvet maxi dress clung to her shapely figure, exuding elegance and nobility.
She lifted the side of her skirt and spun around on the spot: "I didn't wash my hair today, so am I considered an oily person?"
Gu Nian smiled and nodded indulgently.
Luo Shimiao lifted her skirt and walked towards the door: "I'm going upstairs to curl my hair."
"It goes better with a skirt when it's tied up."
"I don't know how."
As soon as they stepped out the door, Gu Nian picked her up and carried her into the elevator. He lowered his eyes and whispered, "I can do what your husband does."
"You're not my husband." Luo Shimiao blushed, thinking about what he had done last night.
He raised a handsome eyebrow: "I don't know who it was last night, but they kept calling me 'husband' over and over again."
"You forced me to do that!"
Seeing her flustered appearance, I felt incredibly happy.
Upon entering the bedroom, Gu Nian gently placed her on a chair, picked up a comb from the dressing table, and smoothed her hair.
Then he took out the hairpin from the box next to him.
Looking at the handsome man in the mirror, Luo Shimiao bent down to carefully style her hair, feeling a warm feeling in her heart.
Although my technique was clumsy, the process went smoothly.
A peach blossom hairpin pierced through her jet-black hair, securing it firmly to her head.
Gu Qingnian sighed, "I really am gifted. Does Miaomiao love me even more now?"
In response to his narcissistic statement, Luo Shimiao replied, "Yes, yes, my love for you is deeper than the Mariana Trench." He raised his hand and touched the exquisitely carved peach wood hairpin.
When did you learn it?
"Some time ago."
"I knew it! Why did you suddenly give me so many hairpins?"
Gu Nian took out a pearl necklace from the jewelry box, wrapped it around the goose's neck twice, and fastened it.
Then she took out the matching pearl earrings and gently put them on her soft earlobes.
Luo Shimiao adjusted the necklace and joked, "Gu Nian, why don't you be my stylist? The salary is 2,500, and room and board are included."
He smiled slightly upon hearing this, placed his large hand on Luo Shimiao's fragrant shoulder, gazed at her exquisite and flawless face in the mirror, and said, "I don't want a salary, just sleep with me every night."
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