Chapter 443: Chapter 443: You’re Late (1)
No, it’s not an illusion!
Su Zixi’s breathing became more and more rapid until she suddenly stood up from her seat!
Ning Yichen looked at her in surprise, “Zhixi, what’s wrong with you?”
“It’s nothing…” she murmured unconsciously, her gaze still fixed on the window; yet in the blink of an eye, that familiar figure had disappeared.
She was dazed for a while before something dawned on her. Dropping her knife and fork, she kicked her chair away and ran toward the restaurant entrance in her high heels!
Two voices called out behind her simultaneously, but Su Zixi turned a deaf ear.
She quickly reached the entrance of the restaurant, and only when she saw that figure ascending the stairs did she abruptly stop.
By that time, He Jingyao had already reached under the eaves, casually handing his black umbrella to a bodyguard. Under the bright lights, the man’s noble features were mesmerizing.
Su Zixi watched him approach step by step, almost forgetting to breathe.
He Jingyao looked up at her, the corners of his lips slightly curved, his dark eyes tinged with an understanding and amorous smile.
The familiar look and expression caused Su Zixi’s tears to surge forth.
She couldn’t contain herself any longer and flung herself into his embrace, where He Jingyao caught her firmly.
“Didn’t you say you didn’t miss me at all?” he chuckled softly, “So impatient?”
Su Zixi held him tight, his black coat slightly damp, mingling with his familiar scent, softening her heart tremendously.
Her voice choked up, and the words “I thought you weren’t coming” that reached her lips were swallowed back hard. Instead, she said, “… You’re late.”
“I was delayed by something on the road, sorry,” he laughed hoarsely, “What compensation do you want?”
Su Zixi’s tears flowed even more fiercely, as she buried her face in his chest and shook her head vigorously. No, she needed no compensation, just his presence was enough!
“But I can’t not give anything,” he said earnestly, while lifting her chin to look at her intently, and then he bent down to capture her lips.
Su Zixi trembled slightly.
His lips, cool and moist, soon turned fervently hot, sending blazing heat straight to her heart.
The man quickly delved into her mouth, sweeping and grinding without giving her a chance to breathe. Su Zixi soon felt her lips becoming hot and painful from the friction, yet this pain brought her a strange sense of comfort.
Suddenly, it seemed unimportant to her whether he had been to the President’s dinner or whether he had any private dealings with Ye Shutong.
When He Jingyao finally let her go, still appearing unsatisfied, he kissed her again, moving to her cheek and earlobe. His breaths grew disorderly, and his hands fiercely gripped her waist and hips, as if longing to meld into her… Su Zixi felt his firm muscles and was both shy and helpless, murmuring softly, “Jingyao…”
The man then stopped, panting, staring intensely at her flushed face, his eyes openly filled with desire…
Su Zixi’s face turned even redder. She quickly looked around; thankfully, whether it was the assistant or the bodyguards, they all intently gazed at the ground, as if they had suddenly developed a profound interest in the pattern of the floor…
“Is this compensation enough?” The man caressed her swollen lips, his voice deep and raspy.