Are you done yet, Qi Zheng?

  Song Yu jumped in fright, his proximity was not rejected but particularly tense, and he unconsciously held his breath and leaned back, with his back and the back of his head tightly attached to the chair.

  His face was almost pressed against hers, and the air between them was filled with a subtle mix of tobacco and men's cologne, inexplicably intoxicating.

  Just smelling this smell, Song Yu's face turned red and her heart skipped a beat, she couldn't help but be attracted to it.

  Without the obstruction of glasses, his long and thick eyelashes were exposed before her eyes.

  His eyelids quivered slightly, and his eyelashes followed, creating a faint shadow under his eyes that made her want to reach out and touch him.

  It took a lot of effort to restrain herself, but her gaze still involuntarily crawled up to his lips, recalling the intense feeling when he kissed her, familiar as if it had just happened.

  Song Yu's lips began to burn and tremble uncontrollably.

  As he stretched out his hand and was about to touch her cheek, Song Yu subconsciously closed her eyes.

  For a long time, she didn't feel the scorching temperature of his palm. Astonished, she gently lifted a seam and saw that Qi Cheng's mouth was curved into a faint smile as he pulled over the safety belt beside her and fastened it for her.

  Song Yu's face suddenly turned red with embarrassment, his own self-inflicted sentimentality had been laughed at by him.

  All the seatbelts were fastened, but Qi Chengzhi still didn't let go. His right hand, which was holding onto the seatbelt buckle, suddenly slid up her slender waist, pushed aside her woolen coat, and grasped her tiny waist through the thin sweater, gently rubbing it up and down.

  Song Yu was immediately scorched and trembled slightly, lowering his eyes without closing them, nor daring to raise them.

  She had a high ponytail, looking like an inexperienced student. Even wearing a pure white woolen coat, her pale skin was not overshadowed, and the whiteness was almost transparent. Her cheeks still showed a hint of pink because they had just been blown by the wind, and there was a bit of coolness.

  A slightly upturned nose and pink lips with a seductive sheen.

  She was quietly locked in his arms like this, with a gentle and obedient appearance, making him feel as if time had stopped, just staying in the quiet beauty of this moment.

  Chi Cheng slowly lowered his head, his lips gently pressed against her soft lip petals, lightly rubbing and coaxing her to involuntarily open her lips, the tip of his tongue hooked around her lip petals and teeth and entered.

  As he thrust forward, the force of his kiss suddenly intensified, pressing her occipital bone against the back of the chair, causing the leather seat to make a "hissing" sound.

  His kiss became more intense and overbearing, as if he didn't know what gentleness was, just like his personality, saying one thing and doing another.

  Song Yu was completely at a loss for words as he was kissed, everything was dominated by him, his hands involuntarily climbed onto his chest, feeling the scorching body temperature and intense heartbeat under his clothes.

  She was dazed and confused, kissed by him until her brain felt a little oxygen-deprived, feeling him slowly release her, but not leaving immediately.

  His forehead was pressed against hers, his lips brushing against her lips as if by accident.

  The two people's heavy breathing splashed on each other's lips, and the warmth made them completely unaware of the cold wind outside the window.

  "I thought you understood." Qi Chengzhi's voice was hoarse as he said, his lips pressed against hers, as if he had also fed his hoarse whispers into her mouth.

  Until he sat back again, Song Yu still hadn't come back to himself and hadn't realized what was going on.

  Waiting for her to slowly regain her composure, her brain started functioning normally again, remembering what he had said earlier, but it was already too late.

  I thought you understood.

  Do you understand now?

  She thought she understood something, and this man casually made a decision for her.

  But her face was still burning, and she hadn't fully recovered from the kiss just now.

  The temperature and taste of his lips, the tip of his tongue savoring the delicate flavor in his mouth, with a hint of his faint tobacco scent.

  My mind was a jumble of thoughts, and I couldn't make sense of anything. With my head hung low, a large hand suddenly appeared in front of me.

  His lean and slender hand reached out and grasped one of hers.

  Song Yu lowered his head and looked at his delicate hands, as if they were carved by an artist.

  Fair and slender, with a firm and unyielding force.

  His slender fingers with well-defined bones, short and clean fingernails, even this small detail reveals a strong masculine flavor.

  Song Yu glanced at him, his eyes gazing straight ahead, his profile clear and elegant.

  She wanted to pull her hand back, but he held it tightly, sensing that she was about to withdraw, and the force with which he grasped her hand also increased.

  Even if Song Yu had never been with a man before, she understood the implication of Qi Chengzhi's words.

  A surge of blood rushed to her forehead, she simply used her fingers... pinched his fingers, and looked at him saying how could he say such yellow things!

  Song Yu couldn't bear it anymore, turned his face away, his face red with shame and anger. He couldn't take it anymore, so he forcefully pulled his hand back, pulling and scolding: "Qi Chengzhi, are you done yet?!"

  She pulled her hand back with force, and Qi Chengzhi gripped it tightly without letting go, his tone gentle: "Don't be naughty, or we'll get into a car accident."

  "You..." Song Yu was so angry he could die, but couldn't refute him.

  She's really no match for this shameless and cunning businessman who can put on a serious face to distort the truth.

  She couldn't help but think of the first time Qi Cheng came to her home to discuss design, that night he sat on her bed and solemnly asked if she wasn't going to get into bed?

  Now thinking about it, he was actually intentionally fooling around with her at that time, and she didn't even suspect it, really too naive back then!

  "Alright, stop messing around, we're here." Qi Chengzhi's voice brought Song Yu's thoughts back.

  Song Yu only then discovered that they had arrived at the Red Top Club.

  Although Ziqi didn't say anything, when he saw the Red Top Club, Song Yu guessed that it was likely they would still have to meet those people from Yanbei City today.

  "Don't be nervous, it's just a meal." Qi Chengzhi stopped the car and finally let go of her hand as he reached for the key.

  Song Yu, how could she not be nervous? She glanced at him, the last time they saw Yanbei City people, it was as an ordinary architect who wanted to compete for the Qi Lin order. And this time, what identity did she come to see them with?

  She was thinking when Qi Chengzhi had already put on his glasses again, opened the door to get off the bus, Song Yu hurriedly pulled his arm, "Wait!"

  Zi Chengzhi's doubtful gaze turned back to her, and he halted his movement of getting off the car.

  Song Yu took out a pack of tissues from her bag, pulled one out and handed it to him, saying somewhat awkwardly: "You still have lipstick on your mouth, wipe it off before going in."

  He glanced down at the tissue she was clutching in her hand, then looked up at her again. Without taking the tissue from her, he suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her onto his lap, holding her tightly in his embrace.

  Song Yu was trapped between the steering wheel that had come out and him, with his back against the steering wheel being a bit cramped, and could only helplessly lean into his arms.

  She pushed him at the entrance of the club, where customers and waiters were coming in and out from time to time, making it look bad if anyone saw them.

  And what's more, the door of the driver's cab is still open!

  Chi Cheng didn't let go of her hand, instead he pulled her into a tighter hug.

  Her high ponytail made her look clean and refreshing, revealing a white neck, with beautiful curves that were moving.

  Chi Cheng lowered his head, and his lips stuck to her slender neck skin, his lips kissing and rubbing against her skin.

  Song Yu shrunk his neck, and he was rubbed until it was both numb and itchy.

  After a day, the blue stubble grew out again, and although it only protruded for a very short length that was difficult to calculate, it still made her skin itch unbearably.

  "Don't rub so hard, it hurts." Song Yu protested, shrinking his neck and dodging to the side.

  Upon hearing this, Qi Cheng stopped his actions and lifted his head. The lip gloss on his lips had all been smeared onto her neck.

  Lowering her head to take a look at Song Yu's neck, the originally delicate and white skin was rubbed red by his newly grown stubble, it indeed looked somewhat unsightly.

  Qī Chéng's eyes narrowed in displeasure, Sōng Yǔ looked puzzled. Her neck was red from his stubble, and now he had a disgruntled face - was he angry that her skin was too easy to leave marks on, or angry that his stubble was too scratchy?

  Song Yu saw his already somewhat unapproachable thin lips pursed together, looking even more severe.

  His fingers lightly brushed against the red mark on her neck, as if trying to rub it away.

  Faced with this sudden gentleness, Song Yu's face turned red in confusion.

  Actually, as long as he doesn't rub her with a dirty mop, she's no longer in pain.

  Just as he was about to say so, Qi Chengzhi lowered his head again.

  This time, it wasn't a forceful grind against her neck, but rather gentle, soft kisses on the wounded area, one by one, wet and tender, falling softly, sometimes with the tip of his tongue licking her wounds.

  It was so itchy and numb that Song Yu couldn't help but want to laugh, but his body was too weak to muster up any strength.

  Gradually, the gentle kiss turned into a passionate one, from light to heavy, and his hands somehow slipped into her sweater, crawling up her back.

  Song Yu was shocked and immediately came back to his senses, this time really starting to struggle seriously, flailing wildly to push him away, "Qi Chengzhi, this is outside, don't!"

  Ke Qi Cheng Zhi just wouldn't let go, as if he hadn't heard her, and grabbed onto her tightly.

  "Can't you get in already?!" Song Yu anxiously said, her body exerting force to lean back.

  She leaned back against the steering wheel, pressing it down and accidentally honking the horn, which let out a long, ear-piercing "HONK".

  It was unclear whether it was the sudden sound of the trumpet that restored Qi Cheng's sanity.

  He slowly released her, with sparks still dancing in his eyes.

  Zi Cheng took a deep breath, his cheeks still flushed with excitement, making Song Yu's heart flutter with anxiety.

  He let out a heavy breath and slid his hands onto her waist, gripping tightly as he gritted his teeth and said: "You're going down sooner or later!"

  Song Yu was so choked by his words that she forgot to breathe and her face turned bright red.

  His suppressed ferocity made his tense expression seem stern, the threats he uttered, and the predatory glint in his eyes like a wild beast, all made her heart skip a beat, and she felt a little afraid.

  Qī Chéngzhī then picked her up and put her back in the front passenger seat before getting out of the car himself.

  Song Yu felt her legs go weak and after calming down for a while, she opened the door to leave, lowering her head, not daring to look at Qi Cheng's gaze that seemed to want to flay her alive.

  She didn't like wearing gloves, so she habitually put her hands into the pockets of her coat.

  Qī Chéngzhī locked the car, glanced at her movements, and suddenly reached into her pocket, grasping her hand, wrapping his firm palm around her soft small hands.

  Then he took her hand out and put it into his own coat pocket.

  Such actions made it inevitable for her to get especially close to him, their arms touching, the waves of masculine scent on his body kept coming, an inexplicable intimacy.

  His pocket was warm, his palm was scorching hot, and the heat from his palm spread throughout her body.

  Song Yu couldn't help but raise her head to take a glance at him, Qi Chengzhi still didn't bat an eyelid and continued looking forward, his face expressionless, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking, his poker face completely mismatched with his current actions.

  After walking for a while, Song Yu, who was gradually calmed down by the cold wind, remembered the matter of the house key.

  "Last night was you who opened the door for me, isn't my house key with you?" Song Yu looked up at him.

  Qī Chéngzhī gave her a faint glance, but didn't respond.

  He didn't respond when he saw him, so Song Yu urgently reached into his coat pocket and pinched the base of his thumb, "Is it with you or not? If someone else takes the key, it's very dangerous, I'll have to change the lock!"

  Qī Chéngzhī glanced at her lightly and finally spoke up: "No need to change the lock."

  That means the spare key is with him by default.

  Song Yu immediately stretched out his other hand that wasn't being held, palm up and open in front of him, "Then return the key to me."

  He lowered his eyes, his gaze swept across her empty palm, then withdrew his gaze, ignoring her question, and walked forward with his eyes fixed on the front.

  Song Yu's palm was still spread out in front of him, and it had been blown red by the wind in just a short while.

  Zi Chengzhi finally said: "Put your hands back in your pockets, it's cold outside."

  "......" Then you should return my key!

  A man in Qing dynasty attire and a red hat greeted them, and Song Yu withdrew his hand, not wanting to continue arguing with him in front of outsiders.

  "Coming right up." The waiter called out respectfully, his eyes involuntarily falling on Qi Cheng's pocket.

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  Cheng Shao is so cool. If you think he's great, give him some monthly tickets, okay? Cheng Shao has devoted himself wholeheartedly. Today is already the 27th, and there are only three days left in this month. We must rush into the top ten~~ Mua mua da~~

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