Lu Yanming carried Li Zhen out of the bar.
Fei Zhao quickly opened the car door and exclaimed, "Oh my, Miss Li, how much did you drink..."
Once in the car, Fei Zhao drove towards the Blooming Manor.
Li Zhen felt hot all over and squirmed in Lu Yanming's arms.
Lu Yanming's expression darkened slightly as he whispered, "Zhen Zhen, don't move."
"I feel uncomfortable... it's hot..." Li Zhen tugged at her collar, wanting to take off her clothes.
"Zhen Zhen..." Lu Yanming couldn't stop her in time.
Li Zhen had already taken off her upper garment, leaving only her underwear. "Why stop me? This is my own home, I... I want to take it off..."
Fair and smooth skin caught Lu Yanming's eye.
His breath hitched.
He momentarily forgot to react.
Fei Zhao heard the commotion, his eyes quick and his hands faster, immediately raising the partition between the front and back seats.
After some thought, he turned up the volume of the music in the car.
It's not that he didn't want to listen.
It's that he dared not listen!
Is gossip more important, or is their reputation more important?
After a satisfying meal, he could still make the distinction.
Fei Zhao listened to the music contentedly, humming along.
But Li Zhen was unhappy, "The music is so loud..."
"You're no better." Lu Yanming helplessly dressed Li Zhen again.
"I won't wear it, it's uncomfortable..." Li Zhen frowned, tugging at her clothes but unable to remove them. Now she couldn't take them off.
She and the hem of her clothes were firmly held down by Lu Yanming. "This isn't our home, you can't take off your clothes."
Her eyes immediately turned red, a pair of unfocused eyes staring at Lu Yanming with a pitiful look. "Then unhook my bra... I... I can't breathe..."
Lu Yanming's fingers curled slightly, his expression complex. "Zhen Zhen, do you know who I am?"
"Smack, smack..."
Li Zhen raised her hand in his embrace and lightly patted his face, muttering to herself, "Has he gone crazy... forgetting that he's Lu Yanming... it's over, he's already old, and now his mind is going bad... hmm..."
Lu Yanming leaned down and kissed her, his distinct knuckles sliding into her clothes.
"Click."
The clasp was unfastened by him.
Li Zhen suddenly felt her breathing become much easier.
But Lu Yanming's slender hand didn't leave.
Li Zhen was kissed until she felt dizzy.
But her body was burning from the alcohol.
Lu Yanming's hand brought a cool sensation as it gently massaged her. It made her feel extremely comfortable.
Until he applied a little more force.
Li Zhen let out a low cry.
It hurt!
Lu Yanming lifted his head, his hoarse voice warm and deep. "Fei Zhao."
"Understood! Young Master!" Fei Zhao's face lit up with a smile, skillfully turning into a deserted alley.
Opening the door, getting out of the car, closing the door.
All in one breath.
Last time he squatted on the side of the road to watch a movie, and his legs went numb.
Fei Zhao learned from that experience and sat directly on the edge of the road.
Inside the car, Li Zhen pulled at his hand, complaining with a puffed-up face, "Let go of me! I... I'm in pain..."
Lu Yanming's voice grew even softer as he sighed, "Zhen Zhen, if your pain can make you ask me to let go, then what should I do when I'm in pain?"
"What... What's hurting you?" Li Zhen asked.
"Everywhere hurts." Lu Yanming lowered his head.
He kissed the corner of her moist eyes.
Massaged her neck.
Moved.
Li Zhen's nerves jumped in pain.
"If only you could understand how unhappy I am today, Zhen Zhen..." Lu Yanming's voice was hoarse, filled with resentment.
Tears streamed down Li Zhen's face as she struggled, "Let go, Lu Yanming!"
Lu Yanming released her and tenderly kissed her, "Be good, it doesn't hurt anymore. I'll make it up to you."
With that, Lu Yanming reached out his hand.
Li Zhen: ...
Time stretched on endlessly.
Li Zhen's breathing was heavy, and she was so desperate that she cursed, "Lu Yanming, get lost!"
Lu Yanming chuckled.
"Zhen Zhen, you say it hurts, but your body is saying something else."
"It's not..." Li Zhen's consciousness snapped back momentarily, and the alcohol-induced blush receded slightly.
Her whole body felt even hotter, as if she had been thrown into molten lava.
"Alright, if my Zhen Zhen says it's not, then it's not..." Lu Yanming lowered his head and kissed her deeply.
Li Zhen frantically grabbed his hand, whimpering.
She was completely undone!
Li Zhen's consciousness sporadically returned.
She forcefully pushed Lu Yanming away, panting, "Lu Yanming! What's wrong with you!"
Lu Yanming suddenly laughed, burying his head in Li Zhen's chest, his laughter soft.
Li Zhen felt a mix of grievance and confusion, "What are you laughing at..."
"Zhen Zhen, when you're angry and call my name, it sounds much better than calling me 'Mr. Lu' seriously."
Li Zhen pouted, her mind spinning, unable to think straight, "You're silly, scolding you and you find it amusing..."
"Don't be angry, Zhen Zhen. Let's do something happy."
Lu Yanming's pleasant voice echoed in the car, as he lowered his head to lift Li Zhen's upper body, passionately kissing her.
Li Zhen's breathing grew rapid.
Her body tensed like a taut bowstring.
Lu Yanming was extremely patient, a muffled chuckle escaping his throat, "Zhen Zhen, with you like this, I can't hold back..."
A gust of cold wind blew past.
The movie ended, Fei Zhao raised his head, massaging his sore neck.
He glanced back at the car not far away...
Wow!
They're making quite a commotion!
Having a big car makes a difference.
The experience was exhilarating. Were the two of them going to have a great time?
"Ah... let's watch another movie..." Fei Zhao reopened his phone.
-
Lu Yanming carried Li Zhen back to Huayang Mingmen, they entered the bathroom for a shower, and then he placed her on the bed.
Li Zhen was exhausted, on the verge of falling asleep.
But Lu Yanming helped her sit up, saying, "Zhen Zhen, have some hangover soup. Otherwise, you'll have a headache tomorrow."
Li Zhen irritably pushed it away, "No."
She was about to lie back down.
But in the next second,
Lu Yanming took a sip himself, then kissed her, passing it to her.
Li Zhen: ...
-
The next day, in a coffee shop.
Jiang Keyan, dressed in professional attire, glanced at the time.
She had already been waiting for ten minutes and her patience was wearing thin. She picked up her bag and was about to leave.
But at that moment, the person she was waiting for arrived.
Li Yanran arrived late, took off her sunglasses, and placed them on the table, "Sorry, there was traffic on the way."
Jiang Keyan looked at the person in front of her and felt a deep hatred, grinding her teeth.
But now, it's already too late to make any difference.
She actually wanted to hear what the person in front of her would say.
Seeing Jiang Keyan's emotions calm down, Li Yanran spoke slowly, "I just provided some information to your sister, and it was your sister who chose the wrong approach."
"What do you mean?" Jiang Keyan asked coldly.
