At the table in the corner, the conversation seemed endless. Xiang Xiaochuang turned the glass in his hand, boringly, again and again, seemingly lost in this monotonous game.
"Should we go back to the room first? It seems they have a little argument." Fang Tianwei came over and asked.
"No, how can it be that the boss doesn't take a break and the employees take a break privately?" Xiang Xiaochuang raised the corners of his lips and made a joke.
"He's coming over!" Fang Tianwei said and sat upright again.
As expected, Du Jiawen passed through the crowd that had thinned out and walked towards Xiang Xiaochuang. "Xiaochuang, please go back to your room first. I will go up to accompany you later."
As he said that, he kissed her affectionately on the forehead. Xiang Xiaochuang was still a little uncomfortable adapting to this kind of Western etiquette, so he blushed and hurriedly agreed, got up and ran out.
"Wait, let Tianwei take you back!" Du Jiawen grabbed her arm.
"It doesn't matter. I can... go up by myself. Can't you just take the elevator? He is your assistant. Of course he will accompany the boss to fight to the end."
Fang Tianwei laughed and scolded: "You are going to burn bridges by crossing the river. Go back and take a nap and let me sit here alone! You are still the chief secretary of our boss, and you should be with you at all times."
Du Jiawen did not smile, but frowned and glanced at Fang Tianwei, who nodded knowingly. Xiang Xiaochuang glanced at the two of them doubtfully, but did not ask any questions.
"Okay, let Tianwei stay. You go back to your room and close the door. I will wake you up when I come back." Du Jiawen solemnly confessed, making Xiang Xiaochuang startled.
There was concern in his tone, and there seemed to be hidden worry. He nodded thoughtfully, said "goodbye" to the two of them respectively, and then walked out of the restaurant. He glanced at the dining table in the corner inadvertently.
Chen Sijia's face was blurred due to the distance, but Xiang Xiaochuang still felt her hostility.
After tensing her body and stepping into the elevator, Xiang Xiaochuang leaned against the wall of the elevator as if she was unable to do anything. The cold temperature suddenly drove away her vague drowsiness, and her head quickly sobered up.
Du Jiawen's seriousness must be because he was afraid of what Chen Sijia would do. It seemed that the results of his negotiations with the two of them were not satisfactory.
When I walked out of the elevator, I felt a little uneasy. The empty corridor was very quiet. If someone wanted to harm me, no one would know.
Xiang Xiaochuang quickened his pace, just wanting to walk into his room quickly. Suddenly he heard a slight commotion behind him, and he didn't even dare to look back. He opened the door with the key and walked into the room. He leaned against the door and couldn't help but breathe.
.
After closing the door tightly from the inside and putting his ear against the door, the corridor had returned to calm, making Xiang Xiaochuang suspect that the abnormal sounds just now were just his own illusions.
I sat down on the sofa, turned on the TV, but just lay down and took a nap. Because I missed Du Jiawen, I never dared to sleep deeply. My consciousness just blurred, and I suddenly woke up again. I repeated this several times, and simply went to the bathroom to use cold water.
Wiped his face.
At this time, I heard the doorbell, and my phone rang at the same time, with a text message from Du Jiawen: "I'm outside, good girl, come and open the door."
Xiang Xiaochuang laughed, ran to the door, pressed his hand on the door handle, and hesitated again.
"Jiawen?"
"Xiaochang, it's me." Du Jiawen's calm voice immediately calmed her down. As soon as she opened the door, she fell into Du Jiawen's arms, her familiar chest carrying a hint of the coolness of the autumn night.
"You're back!" Xiang Xiaochuang said this casually, but Du Jiawen was stunned for two seconds before turning around and closing the door.
These words are very similar to what my mother said when she was waiting for her father to come home, giving him the illusion of "home".
"Why aren't you sleeping yet? You haven't even changed into your pajamas!" Du Jiawen scolded gently, "If you're tired, go to bed first and I'll wake you up."
"I'm afraid I'm so sleepy that I won't hear you no matter how hard you knock on the door." Xiang Xiaochuang smiled horribly.
"Fool, if you can't open the door, I'll go to Tianwei's room and make do with him for the night and let him sleep on the sofa!" Du Jiawen chuckled, his lips already covering his earlobe, and with a slight nip, Xiang Xiaochuang suddenly felt tense.
His body suddenly softened.
"I..." As soon as Xiang Xiaochuang let out a voice, he was picked up by him. He immediately let out a slight exclamation. He tilted his head back slightly and saw the copper lamp on the ground reflected in his eyes.
, burning with a dim flame.
His breathing was light and shallow, and the breath he exhaled warmly brushed her porcelain-white jade-like face. Looking at each other, the two strings of flames gradually ignited until the skin began to burn.
Du Jiawen's eyes were unblinking, and suddenly his head slightly tilted down, and his soft but cool lips fell on her lips...
There was a dream, as light as a feather, and a pure and gentle flower gradually bloomed in her heart. She was still somewhat resentful because of the ring on Chen Sijia's hand that made people's eyes ache.
But his kiss, soft and dreamy sweet, made her heart contract wonderfully, causing ripples in circles. She felt that she was about to become a melted snowman, and she only wanted to stay like this for the rest of her life.
Lying limply in his arms.
After she thought that she had been addicted to countless spring flowers and moonlit nights, Du Jiawen left her lips with a slight gasp. The flames dancing in his eyes were clearly not just the lamp on the ground.
She didn't seem to feel that her body was moving gently. When she came back to her senses, her back had already touched the soft mattress. The fire in Du Jiawen's eyes burned more intensely and blazingly...
Xiang Xiaochuang's hand just stretched out, wanting to touch his exposed skin, but he caught it and placed it on his waist. With such affection, all the words Xiang Xiaochuang wanted to ask disappeared.
Between the lips and teeth.
She felt like she was just a mosquito caught in a spider's web. No matter how hard she struggled, she would sink deeper and deeper into the dense spider silk spewed out by Du Jiawen. She could only watch helplessly as his tangled threads entangled themselves in circles.
Coming up, my shallow breaths had lost their usual frequency.
The temperature of the exposed skin gradually increased, and a soft tongue, as agile as a snake, left a series of shudders on her slender neck.
The arrogance of youth suddenly revived in the two people. It was obviously not the first time that they had been entangled like this, but on this night, they both were in ecstasy.
Even though it is a skyscraper, you can still faintly hear the sound of wind blowing on the window glass. The moonlight penetrates the thin white gauze curtain, and a lingering story falls.
The clothes fell to the ground silently, and the wind and rain swept away the intertwined bodies...