Looking at Feng Chengjin’s eyes that did not seem to be joking.
She realized he wasn’t saying he would kiss her, but that she should kiss him...
In that instant, the blush on Gu Zixuan’s face swelled into heat, and the heat turned into a burning sensation.
She was both angry and embarrassed, turned her face away, and said, "No."
Her quick and firm response made Feng Chengjin’s lips press into a trace of helplessness. Follow current novᴇls on novｅlfire.net
After all, that day she had kissed him out of an obvious emergency; he couldn’t be sure how willing she was in that kiss.
However, the current Gu Zixuan was clearly showing a posture that she would never kiss him voluntarily.
Looking at her again.
He paused, then reached out to embrace her waist, turned her around, and got closer.
"Just a kiss," he emphasized again.
At that moment, Gu Zixuan really wanted to kill the man in front of her. She pursed her lips and shook her head more reservedly and decisively.
This time, even more helplessness rose in Feng Chengjin’s eyes.
Getting closer, he lifted her chin and leaned in for a kiss.
As the tender sensation struck, Gu Zixuan felt her pores all over her body relaxing.
He kissed deeply, and without much consideration, bit open her lips, his tongue probing in, carrying a hint of emotion.
Gu Zixuan whimpered slightly, feeling her breath completely occupied.
Soon, facing Feng Chengjin’s lingering pecks and bites, Gu Zixuan felt her firm heart was no longer so steadfast.
Especially as he reached out and reclined the passenger seat, his heavier body pressing down.
The rush of heat over her strongly reminded her of what kind of desire this man held for her.
Particularly in the throes of passion, whether intentionally or unintentionally, his hand slid along her waist, squeezing firmly, hesitating beside the zipper, clearly full of some kind of intent.
But in the end, he did nothing.
The kiss deepened, until as they parted, a silver thread of saliva stretched between their lips and teeth.
Gu Zixuan looked at him, her heart trembling.
He swallowed, glanced wordlessly at the cramped car interior, and the nearby elevator entrance of Yu Wei’s apartment building C...
Pressing his lips, he sat back and adjusted her position as well.
As he unlocked the car, he shot a particularly speechless look upwards, and very slowly said, "Then I won’t walk you upstairs..."
The reluctance made Gu Zixuan’s face blush even more, and she couldn’t help but find it a little amusing.
Pressing her lips, she nodded, quickly got out of the car.
Feng Chengjin’s face was set, knowing full well what Gu Zixuan was secretly laughing at.
He frowned, regrettably noting the distance, realizing it was unlikely to just drag her back into the car and take her home.
So all he could do was wordlessly watch this woman, who after eight years was no longer so easy to fool, as she swiped her card and safely entered the door. He shook his head.
The engine roared away.
As the white Porsche GTS drove off, Gu Zixuan stood at the door, watching the receding red taillights, her face flushed, she turned her head and went inside.
In the distance... beside the shadowy grove, no one noticed, a black Audi Q7 appeared profound in the night.
He Qimo sat in the driver’s seat, unmoving.
Calculating the time, he and Gu Zixuan had been divorced for half a month, and hadn’t seen each other for that half a month. At this moment, He Qimo, with stubbly chin unshaven and loosely draped tie not fully undone, sat there.
His shirt collar remained unbuttoned, the autumn chill was in the air, but his car had no heater on, nor did he wear a suit jacket, just a thin shirt with rolled sleeves exposing his forearms.
He wasn’t there to see anyone in particular, just coming from a social function, stepping out from a round of drinks.
In the deep night, he suddenly wanted to see Gu Zixuan.
So he came to Jinyue Zijing Mansion, hoping to try his luck.
Yet he hadn’t expected to actually run into her, the luck turned out to be exceptionally good.
Watching from afar the scorching scenes he had just witnessed, his profound Mo Tong reflected a shudder and restrained his trembling, his fingers clenching on the steering wheel, slightly whitening.
In an instant, a barely suppressed anger still threatened to surface.
Yet, looking down at his own bare fingers, and thinking of Gu Zixuan, whom he had neglected coldly for eight whole years, after a long while, he gave a bitter smile, took a lingering deep look in the direction of the entrance, started the car, and left.
Beside him, before his car had even driven far, from another street, Shen Jian妮, who had been tailing his car but lost him around a corner, was feeling frustrated, finally spotted him.
Immediately, Shen Jian妮 urged Xiao Liu beside her, "Quick, drive and catch up!"