The declaration made Gu Zixuanxin shiver.
Feng Chengjin glanced coldly at Amy after speaking, wrapped his arm around Gu Zixuan’s waist, turned into the room, and casually closed the door.
Outside the door, Amy was frozen in surprise, thinking about how Gu Zixuan definitely didn’t have a D-cup chest, feeling quite haunted.
Inside, Feng Chengjin turned so hastily that when he pinned Gu Zixuan against the wall, their gaze slightly stiffened.
It was unintended, yet it collided into heart palpitations. f(r)eew(e)bnovel.(c)o(m)
Inside the room, since Feng Chengjin had indeed been resting earlier, he hadn’t turned on the lights. Only the distant silver moon against the blue sea sprinkled tranquility and peace over the bedroom.
At this moment, accompanied by alluring hues, Feng Chengjin lowered his eyes to look at the woman so close to him.
Her face was flushed, and with this violent collision, her breath still trembled.
A pair of clear Qiu eyes seemed to be filled with confusion, set beneath her delicate and refined features, swelling into a sensation that beckoned protection.
The half-open rosy lips glistened with enticing wateriness...
Inside Gu Zixuan’s heart, it was entirely chaotic, especially with both of them wearing bathrobes, exposing their chests to the warmth of each other.
Not only was it hot, but she could also smell the masculine scent on his body.
Gu Zixuan’s heartbeat was accelerating, thinking about his earlier words, "If you don’t do something at night, how can love blossom?" Her fingertips hovering in the air trembled slightly.
With a brief pause, as Feng Chengjin’s Mo eyes dimmed and slowly condensed into color, preparing to tighten his arm, lowering himself.
Gu Zixuan’s hand touched the switch, and with a "snap," the light came on.
The light diluted all traces of ambiguity, Feng Chengjin’s pupils shrank, and Gu Zixuan finally caught her breath. freeNovelHub
Like a fish on the verge of dehydration finding the ocean, she swiftly pushed his arm away, took a few steps, and faced the balcony.
"You’re being too reckless."
She realized she hadn’t sensed anything.
Feng Chengjin’s eyes darkened slightly, he smiled faintly, turned his head, and said: "It’s not that I want to be ."
Understanding Feng Chengjin’s reluctance, Gu Zixuan sighed softly, turned her body back, preparing to return.
But as she reached the door and was about to twist the doorknob, she noticed Feng Chengjin’s face looked somewhat cold.
He was unlocking the door, staring outside.
Seeing this, Gu Zixuan couldn’t help but lean closer, squeezed beside Feng Chengjin to take a look.
What she saw made Gu Zixuan almost spit out blood! freeNovelHub
Outside the door, the European beauty hadn’t left at all!
The beauty in the night, clothed in pure black, leaned against the hallway with a stern coldness.
Not sure what she was brewing.
Realizing what the opponent intended, such a stance of lying in wait, Gu Zixuan really didn’t think this term originated from ancient texts.
Wide-eyed, she looked at Feng Chengjin, "What do we do now?"
What she said was lip language, Feng Chengjin glanced at her, then at the fear in her eyes.
After a long moment, he turned his head towards the living room, leaving behind a sentence, "Then you stay here."
United States, New York. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by NoveI(F)ire.net
The city in the night is the busiest place in the world.
Endless lights, music, and dance.
It is the world’s financial and political center, also a paradise for fashion shopping.
Countless people have strived for their dreams here, spent their youth, traveled far for education, and work.
Eight years ago, he graduated from Columbia University here. At that time, facing a perfect girlfriend two years younger than him, he wanted to give her a better life as soon as possible, giving up the opportunity recommended by his postgraduate mentor and returning to China to start a business.
Though difficult, there were gains, catching the real estate golden era, accompanying the huge roll over of assets, his worth soared higher and higher.
These years, he’s traveled anywhere for business, flown over many continents, even funded fellow juniors from his alma mater, but the only city he hasn’t returned to is New York...
In the taxi, He Qimo closed his eyes, supported his forehead, furrowed his brows, as if suppressing something.
Until the black taxi driver parked on the side, turned to look at him, "Hey, man, is the right address?"
Only then did He Qimo open his eyes.
Upon looking, he had reached near 96 Lexington Avenue, Manhattan, but the street indicated in the message seemed unseen.
Seeing the black driver question the accuracy of the location.
He Qimo raised his hand slightly, then flipped through the phone map for a while, finally spoke with a standard American accent: "Is here, thank you."
"You are welcome." Hearing He Qimo found the right place, the black driver smiled happily, revealing a row of big white teeth.
Stopping the car, He Qimo lifted his suitcase and stood on the spotless street.