Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“I was drunk, but how could I possibly forget what happened last night? Especially what happened last night? Nian Junting tilted her chin towards him. Her face was flushed with embarrassment as he looked into her eyes with intensity. “I would never forget our first time…
“That wasn’t our first time, nothing happened between us. Luo Sang was going mad. She was extremely flustered.
“I know, I meant the first time we were so intimate. Nian Junting’s lips curled into a smile. “Why are your cheeks so hot? Are you embarrassed? There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You should get used to this sooner rather than later.
“… She was at a loss for words and lowered her head shyly.
“Don’t worry, Luoluo, I will be responsible for you. I won’t let you down in this lifetime, Nian Junting said affectionately.
Luo Sang was taken aback. She felt a wave of emotion overwhelm her. After a while, she silently nestled her head into his chest. If she didn’t like him for real, she wouldn’t have gone so far with him the night before. It was going to happen, anyway. She could start preparing herself.
She couldn’t help but think about their disparity in terms of their social standing as she lay in his arms. He came from such an impressive background, unlike her… Would they really have a happy ending?
“Why are you so quiet? Are you touched by what I said? Nian Junting leaned forward to kiss her lips.
“I haven’t brushed my teeth… Luo Sang pulled away. She was concerned about her stale morning breath.
“Neither have I. Nian Junting nibbled on the lobe of her ear and said seriously, “Luoluo, I want you again…
Luo Sang turned quickly to climb out of the bed, but Nian Junting pulled her closer with his strong arms.
“I don’t want you! Luo Sang shouted.
“I want you, though, Nian Junting whispered pitifully in her ear as he continued to kiss her fervently.
“My hand is sore, Luo Sang protested.
“My hand isn’t. I can do the work today. He leaped at the opportunity.
Work, what work? Was he going to… Before Luo Sang could reply, Nian Junting’s hands had already crept down slyly.
“Don’t… don’t… Luo Sang stiffened up like a plank before she started writhing around.
“Don’t? Nain Junting glanced at her quickly.
Women are all like that. They preach one thing but act differently. She’s obviously enjoying herself, writhing and groaning, Nian Junting thought to himself.
Her legs were cooperating with his advances. He loved her antics. He knew she wanted this, although she was protesting verbally. He would never have to worry about the lack of excitement in bed with her.
…
When Luo Sang let out a loud moan at the end, he insisted that she return the favor, and she was made to satisfy his needs as well.
…
At the buffet.
Xiao Si had dialed Nian Junting’s cellphone twice without any response. He cursed him in his mind. How feverish had things gotten last night for him to be knocked out until now, or was he doing part two in the morning?
“Good morning, Mr. Xiao Si. A lady sat opposite him. Ji Nuanyi was wearing a knitted turtleneck dress and carrying a baby pink coat on her arm. A pair of decorative glasses sat on the bridge of her defined nose, and she was wearing a red lip with her hair up in a bun. She looked edgy and sweet at the same time.
Xiao Si paused. He quickly put down his phone and said, “Morning. I’m not sure what you like for breakfast, so I took a little bit of everything. These are all healthier options. I know celebrities are hardcore calorie counters.
