And she was shamelessly hanging out with him in this world, riding on his body and swaying as the swing swayed.
She was afraid, afraid that the servants in the villa were still there, afraid of being seen, and an inexplicable sense of shame enveloped her, making her more and more nervous, suffocating, excited, and unable to extricate herself.
And he hugged her tightly, being domineering yet gentle, leading her into the divine utopia of the sensory world in a nine-simple and one-deep way.
That night, Luo Xichen pestered her like crazy, going back and forth from the swing to the sofa, from the sofa to the bathroom, and from the bathroom to the bed, asking for her countless times.
Su Wanqing fainted in bliss, or in other words, fell into a tired sleep from the endless accumulation of bliss again and again.
When he woke up the next day, the right side of the bed was not as empty as before. He opened his ice-blue eyes and looked at her intently.
"Are you awake, lazy wife?" Luo Xichen rubbed her hair lovingly, "It's time to get up."
Su Wanqing grunted, nuzzled towards him and rubbed her eyes.
"There are important things today." Luo Xichen sat up first, and the blanket slipped off, revealing a hard-covered white chest covered with old and new scars.
He pulled a new shirt and put it on, then dug her out of the blanket, fished her out, and forcibly removed her from the bed.
"Wan Qing, be good, let's go to the airport to pick you up. My parents are back from Los Angeles."
After hearing these words, Su Wanqing's hazy consciousness suddenly became so clear that her heart skipped a beat and then jumped violently.
"My parents are coming back from Los Angeles?" she exclaimed, with a complicated look on her face.
Luo Xichen got out of bed, put on his clothes one by one, and said, "Yes, the flight is at 11 noon. It's already 9 o'clock. Let's pack up, have a meal and go out."
Su Wanqing was completely sleepless, biting her lower lip tightly. When she got up and dressed, she was a little hasty. She put her clothes on backwards and buttoned the wrong button.
Luo Xichen looked at her, burst out laughing, and said, "Honey, don't be nervous. Didn't you say you were looking forward to seeing them? But now you seem to be afraid of seeing them."
"Who says I'm afraid? Humph." Su Wanqing snorted coldly, "I can't wait to see their faces right away, confront them face to face, and accuse them of their crimes."
In fact, what she was really nervous about was that her leisurely happiness was over. She had to face the spotlight, face the swarming media, be exposed to the public again, and suffer the condemnation of public opinion.
"Trust me, it'll be fine."
Luo Xichen stepped forward, held her cold little hand, and comforted her with the warmest eyes. And very carefully, he helped her put on her clothes and button them up.
After the two freshened up, they went downstairs to eat. Su Wanqing's face remained stiff and she rarely spoke during the meal.
Until Luo Xichen took her into the car and arrived at the airport, every minute and every second on the road was a torment. After a while, the flight from Los Angeles to City X arrived. Passengers got off the plane one after another.
At the pick-up area, the two of them looked eagerly at the exit. Finally, Su Wanqing saw the figures of Luo Mingxuan and Su Jiuge. At the same time, a large number of reporters and media swarmed in carrying cameras and cameras.
, surrounded them in the innermost place. And she, shamelessly, was in this world, wild with him, riding on his body and swaying and dancing as the swing swayed.
She was afraid, afraid that the servants in the villa were still there, afraid of being seen, and an inexplicable sense of shame enveloped her, making her more and more nervous, suffocating, excited, and unable to extricate herself.
And he hugged her tightly, being domineering yet gentle, leading her into the divine utopia of the sensory world in a nine-simple and one-deep way.
That night, Luo Xichen pestered her like crazy, going back and forth from the swing to the sofa, from the sofa to the bathroom, and from the bathroom to the bed, asking for her countless times.
Su Wanqing fainted in bliss, or in other words, fell into a tired sleep from the endless accumulation of bliss again and again.
When he woke up the next day, the right side of the bed was not as empty as before. He opened his ice-blue eyes and looked at her intently.
"Are you awake, lazy wife?" Luo Xichen rubbed her hair lovingly, "It's time to get up."
Su Wanqing grunted, nuzzled towards him and rubbed her eyes.
"There are important things today." Luo Xichen sat up first, and the blanket slipped off, revealing a hard-covered white chest covered with old and new scars.
He pulled a new shirt and put it on, then dug her out of the blanket, fished her out, and forcibly removed her from the bed.
"Wan Qing, be good, let's go to the airport to pick you up. My parents are back from Los Angeles."
After hearing these words, Su Wanqing's hazy consciousness suddenly became so clear that her heart skipped a beat and then jumped violently.
"My parents are coming back from Los Angeles?" she exclaimed, with a complicated look on her face.
Luo Xichen got out of bed, put on his clothes one by one, and said, "Yes, the flight is at 11 noon. It's already 9 o'clock. Let's pack up, have a meal and go out."
Su Wanqing was completely sleepless, biting her lower lip tightly. When she got up and dressed, she was a little hasty. She put her clothes on backwards and buttoned the wrong button.
Luo Xichen looked at her, burst out laughing, and said, "Honey, don't be nervous. Didn't you say you were looking forward to seeing them? But now you seem to be afraid of seeing them."
"Who says I'm afraid? Humph." Su Wanqing snorted coldly, "I can't wait to see their faces right away, confront them face to face, and accuse them of their crimes."
In fact, what she was really nervous about was that her leisurely happiness was over. She had to face the spotlight, face the swarming media, be exposed to the public again, and suffer the condemnation of public opinion.
"Trust me, it'll be fine."
Luo Xichen stepped forward, held her cold little hand, and comforted her with the warmest eyes. And very carefully, he helped her put on her clothes and button them up.
After the two freshened up, they went downstairs to eat. Su Wanqing's face remained stiff and she rarely spoke during the meal.
Until Luo Xichen took her into the car and arrived at the airport, every minute and every second on the road was a torment. After a while, the flight from Los Angeles to City X arrived. Passengers got off the plane one after another.
At the pick-up area, the two of them looked eagerly at the exit. Finally, Su Wanqing saw the figures of Luo Mingxuan and Su Jiuge. At the same time, a large number of reporters and media swarmed in carrying cameras and cameras.