The next day, the plane cut through the clouds and arrived at England Airport after a ten-hour journey.
It was 3:00 PM local time.
Led by Housekeeper Zhao, Su Lingzhi emerged from the airport and looked at the line of cars in front of her, all guarded by security personnel, her expression puzzled.
Housekeeper Zhao explained, "Miss, England hasn’t been very peaceful recently. The gentleman wants you to stay with him at the manor, and it’s best to have bodyguards accompany you to ensure your safety."
"Has something happened?"
"There’s nothing wrong with the gentleman, he just worries about your safety."
Su Lingzhi frowned slightly but didn’t think too much about it, bending down into the car.
The car drove smoothly. Overcome with drowsiness, Su Lingzhi leaned back in the seat and took a nap.
Upon arriving at the manor, the housemaids greeted her and had already prepared clean clothes for her, ready to welcome and refresh her.
The manor now had more guards than when she last visited. Could it be related to the unrest in England?
Su Lingzhi couldn’t help but question herself.
She followed the maid inside and asked, "Which room will I sleep in?"
"Where the gentleman is, that’s where you’ll be." With that, the maid led her to the second-floor bedroom, maintaining a respectful smile.
The furnishings in the bedroom remained unchanged, and memories of her lying here with a high fever flooded back to her mind.
But back then, being ill, she hadn’t been able to observe the room’s layout so carefully.
Now looking around, she saw the room in shades of gray and black, each part meticulously organized, truly aligning with his profound characteristics.
Su Lingzhi accepted the bathrobe prepared by the maid, bathed, and then lay down on the dark gray bed.
The bedspread still carried a faint scent of tobacco and cool woody fragrance. After inhaling it, she soon fell into a deep sleep.
Due to the time difference, she naturally woke up at one in the morning.
Opening her eyes, she was greeted by darkness, her heart inexplicably feeling empty.
Sitting up in bed, just as she was about to reach for the switch to turn on the light, she heard the sound of steady footsteps.
Without needing to think further, she knew who it was.
As the lights turned on, Su Lingzhi instinctively squinted her eyes to adjust to the brightness.
Meeting the man’s gaze, her vision shifted from blurry to clear, her lips slowly spreading into a gentle smile, and she called him, "Lili."
Fu Yinli walked over, sat down on the edge of the bed, and cradled her cheek with one hand, his thumb gently caressing her warm, soft skin, asking tenderly, "Have you slept enough?"
This was the first time she had seen first-hand what his gentleness looked like.
His presence held no sense of oppression. His deep eyes, filled with tenderness as he gazed at her, captured her heart, making her want to lose herself in them.
"Three days without seeing you, and you feel like a different person," Su Lingzhi caught his hand, scanned him from head to toe, and teased, "You wouldn’t have been possessed by something, would you?"
Fu Yinli looked at her helplessly, suddenly pulled her by the waist, and held her onto his lap.
With such an embrace, all of Su Lingzhi’s sleepiness vanished. Facing his intense gaze, her heartbeat involuntarily quickened.
His solemn face was so close, he approached, their breaths mingling, yet he deliberately refrained from kissing her, making her heart itch intolerably.
Su Lingzhi hooked his lips, leaning forward to press him down on the bed.
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Fu Yinli’s eyes held a touch of amusement as he lifted a hand to hold the back of her neck, drawing her into his kiss, savoring her sweet warmth, deliberately making it audible.
Su Lingzhi blushed, looked down shyly at the man beneath her.
"Not enough." Fu Yinli said in a low voice, "Again."
What does ’not enough’ mean?
Su Lingzhi said, "Change the position, it’s tiring to hold this."
Fu Yinli’s face, once profound, now spread with a deep smile.
He held her, repositioning them back to the initial embrace, "Is it still tiring this way?"
Su Lingzhi placed her hands on his shoulders, and upon meeting that doting gaze, her heart felt an urgent emptiness, needing something to fill it.
Her nose tip touched his first, then she turned her head to tenderly take his lower lip.
"Press harder, make it sound," he instructed in a husky voice, as if teaching her how to kiss.
Su Lingzhi’s heart raced wildly, stubbornly retorted, "I won’t."
She insisted on doing it in her own preferred way.
Fu Yinli didn’t force her, holding her waist, leading a kiss from shallow to deep, lingering with desire, as he laid her back on the bed, pressing her under him.
He never thought one person could taste so sweet; a mere touch could easily make him addicted. After confirming her feelings, he wanted nothing more than to merge with her.
"Help me unbutton," he tempted her ear, igniting flames all over.
With trembling hands, Su Lingzhi began undoing the buttons, suddenly remembering, "Wouldn’t it be too late? Don’t you have work tomorrow?"
"It won’t affect it," Fu Yinli looked at her deeply, "Zhizhi, focus."
"But...you haven’t taken a shower yet."
Su Lingzhi honestly said, "A little."
Fu Yinli sighed helplessly, "You’re really a little torturous..."
He kissed her on the lips and then got out of bed.
Midway, he suddenly turned back, scooped her from the bed, carrying her into the bathroom.
"You..." Su Lingzhi stared at him, dumbfounded.
"I’ll do the kissing, you handle the showering."
Not until three in the morning did they finally stop refrains.
Though exhausted, she had already had a nap when they first arrived at the manor, so she wasn’t sleepy at all.
By the dim night light, Su Lingzhi watched the person sleeping beside her.
It was her first time seeing him asleep, his breathing soft and even, eyes gently shut, immersed in a deep, peaceful sleep devoid of his usual pressure.
She lightly smoothed the creases between his brows.
Hearing his murmur, Su Lingzhi thought she had woken him and felt a little guilty, but when she heard his even breathing, she realized he was sleep-talking.
Su Lingzhi turned over, no longer disturbing his rest.
Soon, she heard him say, "I like you."
Su Lingzhi lowered her voice and asked, "Who do you like?"
The person behind her replied, "Who else but you?"
Upon hearing this, Su Lingzhi deeply suspected he wasn’t sleep-talking at all and asked again, "Are you asleep?"
The response was a deep silence.
She didn’t pursue the matter further.
But reflecting, she realized he hadn’t properly expressed it in real life, and hearing it felt quite nice.