Chapter 56 Only Fireworks Know
Beneath my fingertips is the metallic texture of a belt buckle, its cool temperature touching my skin.
The man lowered his eyes and stared straight at her.
His eyelashes were very long, even longer than a girl's. When he lowered his eyes, the shadow of his eyelashes fell on his lower eyelids, making his already dark eyes even more profound and making it impossible to discern his emotions.
He stared at her without moving, or rather, waited for her.
Fireworks burst open in clusters on the lake, displaying a dazzling array of colors: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple. As they soared into the sky, the thumping sound resonated in my heart.
The sounds of New Year's Eve cheers mingled with the fireworks, becoming a distant and indistinct backdrop, making the air feel deep and silent at this moment.
Only the continuous, clear, urgent, and deep thumping sound remained.
Jin Zhao looked up at him.
The ever-changing light of the fireworks repeatedly illuminated his handsome and sculpted profile.
Apply pressure with your fingers.
“Clatter.”
The belt came undone.
The metal buckle, adorned with an expensive Italian handmade leather belt, dangled as Jin Zhao tiptoed and kissed his lips.
The penthouse suite was laid out more like a complete apartment, with a living room, bedrooms, a study... and even more than one bathroom. Initially, they only kissed in the living room, and Meng Yanxi still struggled to maintain her last line of defense.
Even in the small hotel, when he was on top of her, his body already reacted.
But that wasn't the first time; along with some wicked and vile thoughts, they would grow uncontrollably every time he saw her.
He did think he was dreaming when he heard that crude remark in her ear that night, but it wasn't actually sleep talking.
But he can fake it.
Men seem to have a natural talent for feigning righteousness.
However, at this moment he no longer wanted to pretend, even though he knew that his plundering would frighten her.
Their clothes and coats were scattered on the floor, tangled together. The man's fingertips lifted the hem of her cashmere coat, and his hand slipped inside.
His hands weren't cold, but when they touched her body, Jin Zhao couldn't help but tremble slightly.
It's not cold, but it's a bit hard.
His fingertips were rough, his knuckles strong, as he restrainedly stroked the lines of her waist and hips. Then, seemingly unwilling to restrain himself any longer, he lingered for a moment before quickly moving upwards inch by inch from her waistline.
His body was being kneaded and his mouth was being forcefully sealed, leaving Jin Zhao barely able to breathe.
She heard heavy, rapid, and disordered breathing, which even drowned out the thud of the fireworks exploding, making it impossible to tell whether it was hers or his.
Meng Yanxi pushed her back to the sofa.
Jin Zhao, clinging to the last shred of reason, whispered a reminder: "Close, close the curtains..."
The sofa is fine, the floor is fine, anywhere is fine, as long as it's him. But this is a large living room with a full wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. The natural light is excellent during the day, offering panoramic views of the lake and mountains, and the changing seasons, just like at night.
The man lay on top of her, kissing her earlobe and her neck.
He slid his hand down, grasped hers, and gently massaged her fingertips in a soothing manner.
This is fitted with one-way glass.
But at that moment he didn't want to say much, not even a single word, so he just vaguely assured her, "Don't worry, I won't do it."
Jin Zhao knew he had misunderstood.
But she really found it hard to say the word "yes".
She tried to open her mouth, but the man misunderstood her again and immediately covered her mouth with his tongue, which then deeply penetrated her.
Jin Zhao: "..."
Her fingers traced his waist and abdomen, unbuttoning his shirt, the bottom button, the second to last... As she explored, her fingertips repeatedly scraped against his hard abdominal muscles.
My hand was suddenly pressed down hard.
My palm was pressed against his lower abdomen, which was burning hot.
The man's dark eyes stared intently at her.
"are you sure?"
Even though the act of unbuckling the belt was a code in everyone's eyes, Jin Zhao's past record with Meng Yanxi was really not good.
She completely misunderstands his supposedly incredibly romantic confession, directly exposes his meticulously planned "lottery," and even takes back the money he paid for her favors to repay him.
She was so taciturn that he almost developed a psychological aversion to her; he really didn't dare to try to understand her using the thinking of an ordinary person.
If he misunderstands... he will be heartbroken if he is rejected time and time again by the girl he cherishes.
Faced with such a situation, even someone as proud as Meng Yanxi needs to be more certain.
Jin Zhao understood the caution in his eyes.
This man, born into privilege, had witnessed firsthand his haughty demeanor, and he never concealed his superiority. He must have rarely felt such uncertainty and trepidation in his life. Afraid of being too gentle, too forceful, too slow, too fast.
"It's been less than two months, doesn't that feel too fast to you?" he asked softly, cupping her face in his hands.
His gaze was both direct and expectant, yet cautious.
Jin Zhao's heart is as soft as a pool of water.
She held his hand, gazing at him with adoration. The lamplight fell, illuminating the moist glint in her eyes.
She didn't say yes, but instead hooked her other arm around the back of his neck and gently tightened it.
Meng Yanxi was pulled down by her and rested her head on the crook of her neck.
Jin Zhao tilted her head slightly, blushing, and whispered in his ear, "Didn't you say you wanted to sleep with Lingling every day? Come on."
"Bang!"
Outside the window, a firework shot straight into the sky and exploded at the top.
Meng Yanxi's scalp felt as if it had exploded along with the fireworks.
*
Meng Zhuxi and her roommates came to the lake to watch the fireworks. They were originally waiting for the countdown by the lake, but the winter wind was too cold and made the girls shiver. So Meng Zhuxi took them to Luxi.
Compared to Meng Yanxi, Meng Zhuxi was much more low-key. Her classmates only knew that she was rich, but they didn't know exactly how rich she was, nor did they know about her relationship with Meng Yanxi.
While booking a room at the front desk, I happened to run into Luo Heng and Lu Jingyue.
Luo Heng called her name from afar, and Meng Zhuxi turned around and saw them.
Meng Zhuxi greeted with a smile, "Brother Yue, Brother Luo Heng."
His gaze shifted, and not seeing Meng Yanxi, he asked again, "Where's my brother?"
"Your brother?" Luo Heng asked curiously. "Isn't your brother in America?"
Meng Zhuxi blurted out, "No, he's already back. My dad told him to come home tonight, and he said he wanted to spend New Year's Eve with you guys."
Luo Heng: "..."
Meng Yanxi, that dog!
Meng Zhuxi: "Huh, isn't he with you? What's he doing now?"
Jin Zhao tightened her grip on the man's forearm. Her whole body was tense, even her toes were curled and engorged with blood.
After she finished speaking, Meng Yanxi carried her back to the bedroom.
The smart curtains slowly closed behind him, and his gaze at her was incredibly deep. In an instant, Jin Zhao thought of exploring wild beasts in nature.
Everything that happened afterward proved that it wasn't an illusion.
Especially after he told her to wait while he went to buy something, and she whispered, "I've already bought it, it's in my bag."
She bought it haphazardly; it's a regular size and a little small for him.
He unpacked the outer box and reluctantly put it on. It was actually a bit uncomfortable, but going out to buy one now would only make it more uncomfortable, so he chose to do it now.
He covered her again, a hint of mischief in his eyes, and nibbled at her earlobe, his smile frivolous: "Didn't I show you? Why didn't you buy the bigger one?"
Jin Zhao: "..."
Admittedly, she had seen it, but she really didn't know what kind of talent it took to organize that sentence like that, to bring out that inherent wickedness to its fullest extent.
Jin Zhao didn't want to listen to him, so she turned her head and kissed his lips.
The man grabbed her leg with his large hand and hooked it around his slender waist.
...
When the phone rang, Meng Yanxi was stuck in a swamp, unable to extricate herself.
Light shone from the trouser pockets on the ground.
The thick winter fabrics dimmed the light from the phone screen, but it was still bright enough in the dimly lit bedroom to illuminate the pale yellow underwear carelessly tossed on the trousers, revealing a large, dark patch of it soaked through.
On the bed, the man's shoulder and back muscles bulged and relaxed repeatedly in a very fast rhythm.
Her body, sculpted by years of disciplined exercise, is lean and muscular with smooth, beautiful lines. Sweat drips from her collarbone down to her taut chest muscles, and then, with each large movement, onto her lower abdomen.
He merged with her.
The intense sensory experience made them forget everything around them, from the fireworks to the sudden ringing of bells.
Later, Jin Zhao seemed to have heard it. His half-open eyes followed the sound, and soon, his chin was grasped by him.
His mouth was completely blocked.
Meng Yanxi carried her off the bed.
He held her face to face, and with the force of their bodies falling, Jin Zhao's mind went blank and her scalp tingled.
Meng Yanxi felt a chill run down his spine. He carried her step by step over and kicked the phone, along with his pants, out of the bedroom door.
The heavy solid wood door provided excellent sound insulation, instantly blocking out the annoying cell phone ringtone.
During this short journey, Jin Zhao broke down and screamed.
There is water both above and below.
...
"Didn't answer."
Luo Heng made two calls to Meng Yanxi, both ending with the mechanical message, "The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable."
He held up his phone and said regretfully to Meng Zhuxi.
Meng Zhuxi was quite dissatisfied and muttered, "What is Meng Yanxi doing? She's so busy that she's not even answering her phone."
Luo Heng: "Exactly! He's been in America for almost half a month, and instead of calling his brothers, he should at least have told them he's coming back. What's making him so impatient?"
Lu Jingyue stood not far away, calmly watching the two single-celled organisms.
But it was none of his business. What did it matter to him whether Meng Yanxi's good time would be interrupted? He just watched without saying a word.
In the end, all the wicked people racked their brains, but it was no match for the clever idea of a fool.
Luo Heng: "Maybe he's just too tired from work and fell asleep. Why don't we go to the top floor and look for him?"
Meng Zhuxi: "Has he been staying here recently?"
Luo Heng: "I don't know. Whatever, it's just upstairs, not far. I'll go knock on the door and see if it's still there. If not, then we'll talk about it."
Meng Zhuxi thought for a moment and nodded, finding it feasible: "Okay, it's almost midnight. Let's ring in the New Year together with my brother to express my annual filial piety."
The two hit it off immediately and headed for the elevator.
Lu Jingyue: "..."
He really went to great lengths to ensure his brother's happiness.
He finally couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Forget it, Meng Yanxi should be busy right now."
Meng Zhuxi asked innocently, "At a time like this, what else could he possibly be busy with?"
Luo Heng: "Exactly. I know President Meng is very career-oriented, but it's New Year's Eve. Who's going to keep him company at this time?"
Lu Jingyue thought for a moment and said, "They are very career-oriented, which is why they seize every minute and soar to the sky."
...
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Suddenly, a neat countdown to the New Year came from outside the window, accompanied by the most beautiful fireworks of the night, which soared into the clouds and exploded.
On the large bed, two bodies were tightly embraced.
Scalding sweat mingled with shivering.
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