The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the cool breeze is blowing in the evening. In the luxurious and classic presidential bedroom of Hervé Palace, two figures are intertwined on the luxurious double bed in the room.
The rising and falling breaths were intertwined with each other, and the man's slight panting and the woman's coquettish moans complemented each other. There were several pieces of clothing scattered messily on the ground. At a certain moment, the woman subconsciously groped for the man's spine. She was at a certain point.
Pressing hard, the madness in the man's eyes suddenly became deep.
"Xi, you want me..." Qi Wanqing leaned forward and kissed the man's thin lips. Qi Wanqing's tone was no longer sharp, but became sweet, soft and soft, full of bewitching.
Zong Zhengxi's hand covering the woman's pink shoulder suddenly stiffened. After a moment, he turned over and got out of bed, and the lust in his eyes receded like a tide, hurriedly and quickly.
"Xi..." She didn't know where she had offended this man. Qi Wanqing's face suddenly changed, and she couldn't help but feel resentful. She finally managed to get this man to bed tonight, but when things came to an end, the man left her behind.
She, how could she accept this?
Zong Zhengxi walked into the bathroom. When he came out again, he had changed into a formal suit.
He looked at the woman on the bed with a cold gaze, and after a long time he said in a low voice: "Wanqing, you go to sleep first. In addition, I hope you won't use that kind of thing on me again, I don't like it."
True Water Passion——
This is a well-known aphrodisiac perfume in country Z. It does no great harm to the human body. This is not the first time Zong Zhengxi has smelled this kind of thing. As soon as he calmed down, he quickly recognized the air.
There are elements of this stuff in it.
The crying behind him continued, but Zong Zhengxi, who was depressed, was in no mood to comfort the woman on the bed. He was not without responsibility for tonight's affairs, and now that he had withdrawn from here, if she resented him, she should.
After being irritated and doing nothing, Zong Zhengxi had already walked to the door of the bedroom.
"Stop, Zong Zhengxi, do you think of me as your fiancée?" A disappointed questioning tone suddenly came out of Qi Wanqing's mouth.
After she finished speaking, she wrapped herself in a quilt and got out of bed, her eyes sparkling.
After a long while, the only response she received was: "I'm sorry."
The three most irresponsible words in the world happened to come from the mouth of this wealthy man, and the most powerful man in country Z.
When Qi Wanqing heard this, all the questions she had prepared were blocked in her mouth.
Unable to understand what this man was running from, she finally wiped the tears from her eyes and raised the corners of her lips slightly sarcastically.'
The door closed with a bang, and Qi Wanqing entered the bathroom on her own.
Zong Zhengxi left uneasily.
The veins on his forehead popped out, and a figure flew across his mind in a daze. The beautiful shadow fluttered, just like a flower blooming on a moonlit night, the lightest and gentlest flower among thousands of bouquets.
The space between his eyebrows grew warm unconsciously, and there was a faint smile on his lips.
"My name is Xiangrou, Axi. I will call you Axi from now on, okay?" The exquisite and pretty woman's face was pale, sickly and lifeless, but her clever smile and words could not make the spring breeze and autumn moon immoveable.
What did he answer at that time?
Zong Zhengxi paused slightly, and it took him a long time to capture the words "Okay. If I recommend myself to the pillow, will you take it?" from the depths of his distant memory.
Questions without answers are buried by time and covered with dust.
The light that only lit up in Wen Wen's eyes was extinguished in an instant. Zong Zheng Xi stretched out his right hand for a moment and stared sadly at a shallow scar on his elbow.
They met at the corner of the best time, but they couldn't get together in the end. Only this scar still reminded him of the past he had gone through.
"Xiao Rou..." A low murmur disappeared in the night wind.
Pursing his thin lips slightly, Zong Zhengxi quickly took a step forward and moved forward again.
He walked around the palace with his heart up and down, and when he stopped again, the side hall was already close at hand.