It seems that a touch of tenderness can be found between the lines of those reports.
However, she discovered that there was no tenderness at all, but only patches of embarrassment and dejection.
"Uncle Chen, let's go to Bo Di Building. I have something to do and want to see the prince."
Jinqiu suddenly raised his head, looked at the busy traffic reflected in the rear mirror, and gave a gentle instruction.[
"Yes, Miss."
Along the way, Jinqiu closed her eyes, and her thoughts couldn't help but rewind to that scene————
USA.
She is the first Chinese-American female anchor in Washington. Her voice is gentle and gorgeous, and her pronunciation is standard, like a native American.
She was very beautiful and very popular at that time.
She was a symbol of dignity at that time and an unattainable dream for everyone.
After hosting the show that day, she came to the suite as usual, with heavy makeup on her cold face, making it impossible to recognize her true appearance.
He had been waiting there early.
His eyes were a little cold, and he glanced at her lightly, his eyes full of sarcasm.
But she turned a blind eye and moved closer to him, the perfume deliberately sprayed from her body surrounding his nostrils.
He frowned in disgust and didn't say anything. He just stretched out his hand, pulled away her long hair, and pressed her down.
Originally, he wanted to kiss her, but when he saw the heavy makeup on her face, he frowned in disgust, turned his head away, tore off her clothes, leaned down, and purely vented his so-called desire.
She acted very skillfully, like an open woman seducing an open man.
The legs wearing black stockings rubbed against his lower body intentionally or unintentionally, and then slowly circled his body, with a soft and ambiguous voice: "Mo..."
Her voice was so soft that it made your whole body tremble.
She clearly saw a hint of disgust in his black eyes.
But she slowly took off her coat, slowly stretched out her hand, and teased his skin bit by bit.
