You've been looking at me with this gaze all along, I can't walk out of this door.

  Song Yu blinked in surprise, unable to associate his elegant and refined demeanor with the plebeian activity of watching movies.

  Just one glance at him and I felt he was someone who would never go to a movie theater, even a private one.

  He probably didn't even have time to watch a movie, yet he came to find her today for the most ordinary couple's date, which made Song Yu couldn't help but be surprised.

  But apparently she was wrong again, how could Qi Chengzhi's dating schedule be normal.

  When Changhe drove them to the airport, Qi Chengzhi got out of the car with her, and Song Yu asked strangely: "Aren't we going to watch a movie?"

  "Uh-huh, let's go take a look in Hong Kong." Qi Chengzhi held her hand and said it as if they were just going out to the suburbs.

  "What movie is worth going all the way to Hong Kong to see?" "I don't have a travel permit!"

  "I've already taken care of everything." Qi Chengzhi handed over a small, sky-blue booklet to Song Yu, who opened it and found her Hong Kong-Macau travel permit inside, complete with her photo printed on it.

  When did he get married?

  The two of them didn't even take a piece of luggage with them, and walked lightly with empty hands. It felt like they were just going to the next city over, and would be back on the same day, without any feeling of leaving their home country at all.

  Even when she found herself in the bustling city of Hong Kong, Song Yu still felt a little unreal, just a few hours ago she was still in B City!

  Sitting in the Audi A8 that Qi Chengzhi got from who-knows-where, Qi Chengzhi sat on the right side of the driver's seat, still driving with ease according to Hong Kong's traffic habits.

  Upon arrival at the hotel, Qi Chengzhi asked Song Yu to rest on the sofa while he went to check in.

  Before long, she saw Qi Chengzhi standing in front of the stage, beckoning her over.

  During the Spring Festival holiday, even on the first day of the Lunar New Year, there were still many tourists coming to Hong Kong. Among the crowds checking in, Qi Cheng stood out from the rest, and even when surrounded by piles of luggage, he was the first one to catch people's attention.

  Song Yu followed him as he walked over, in the crowd, he picked up her hand and led her towards the elevator.

  Two people entered the room, Qi Chengzhi had booked a suite, and in the bedroom was a spacious big bed.

  Looking at the big bed, Song Yu's face turned red, and his hand, still held by Qi Chengzhi, suddenly felt particularly hot in his palm.

  She didn't ask such a silly question as "Have you only booked one room?" It was obvious that Qi Cheng would never book two rooms.

  Zi Chengzhi is a grown man and a mature 34-year-old man.

  In a short time of their relationship, he has already shown his strong desire for her.

  She knew that the two of them going to bed would only happen sooner or later, and every step Qi Cheng took was towards this goal.

  He never concealed his intentions.

  On the plane on the way here, she already knew that this time he suddenly brought her to Hong Kong, it was definitely not just about watching a movie.

  His intentions were simple and direct, without any disguise.

  She also thought about it all the way and wondered whether she should agree with him or not.

  She believed that if she refused, he wouldn't force her either.

  Looking at the bed, her face was burning, and her hand was grasped by a strong big hand, with their fingers intertwined.

  He looked up and stared at her with a deep, bottomless gaze, his eyes full of desire, making Song Yu's heart tremble.

  "Go, let's go watch a movie." His originally low and pleasant voice was overlaid with huskiness, making the tone even lower, and it tickled her sensitive spots all over her body.

  Under his passionate gaze and tone, Song Yu almost went weak in the knees, involuntarily thinking of the two of them embracing each other, her body already moist with arousal.

  "If you keep looking at me with that gaze, I won't be able to leave this door." Qi Chengzhi's low and husky voice suddenly drew near.

  At some point, he lowered his head and spoke with warm lips brushing against her upper lip, then lightly brushed against the corner of her mouth.

  Song Yu barely suppressed a soft hum, her face red to the roots of her ears, and when she lowered her head in embarrassment, she felt his scorching lips brush against the corners of her eyes and forehead.

  A low, muffled chuckle came from above, and Song Yu had an urge to look up and see what Qi Cheng looked like when he truly smiled.

  "Let's go." He pinched her hand gently.

  ……

  ……

  The cinema is very close, because from the hotel out for a three-minute walk is Times Square, and on the 13th floor there is a cinema.

  Zi Cheng let Song Yu sit and wait while he went to line up to buy tickets.

  Seeing him standing tall in the team, even if he's wearing casual clothes today, he still can't hide that aura on his body, and it makes him stand out from the crowd.

  When it was Qi Chengzhi's turn, he didn't even look at the electronic projection table on the wall and said: "Two 3D erotic movies."

  The ticket seller was a young girl, who originally intended to choose the movie with a pause, using not very fluent Chinese, sweetly smiled and said: "Sorry, sir, this movie has been off the shelf for a long time."

  Qī Chéng's fingers tapped impatiently on the table, finally glancing at the projection schedule on the wall, narrowing his eyes, and asked: "That 'Nightclub 3', is it explicit?"

  Zi Cheng's low and thick medium pitch also has a bit of Beijing accent, the ticket-selling little girl listened to it and immediately thought he was a lewd man who came to Hong Kong specifically to watch third-rate movies, what a waste of his handsome face.

  So her smile also became stiff and awkward, and she had to maintain politeness, responding with: "It's still quite big."

  Qī Chéngzhī nodded in satisfaction and bought two tickets.

  Song Yu looked at Qi Chengzhi walking over, his mood seemed not bad. Earlier when he went to buy tickets, she was so surprised by his behavior that she forgot to ask him which movie he planned to watch.

  She found that many movies were quite good, some of which were released later on the mainland but had already been shown in Hong Kong.

  She didn't get up, waiting for him to sit down beside her, and when she saw the two movie tickets in his hand, she asked: "Which movie did you buy?"

  "Love in a Puff 3." Chi Wing-loh handed her the movie ticket so she could see the title clearly.

  Song Yu: "......"

  His mind was as clear as day.

  Laughed and cried at the same time, with a hint of shyness and annoyance, she gave him a sideways glance. No wonder he wanted to come to Hong Kong!

  Instead, Qi Cheng, who was being stared at by her, didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the selection of films and still had a calm and composed demeanor, sitting steadily like Mount Taishan, with an air of stability and elegance.

  Looking at him now, who would have thought that he was specifically flying to watch three sets of movies? What kind of shamelessness is required to achieve this?

  At the time of entering the venue, Qi Chengzhi held her hand and stood up, feeling that his grip seemed to be stronger than before, was he excited?

  Song Yu's gaze lifted from his hand and fell onto his clear-cut profile, still as calm as a clear breeze on a bright moonlit night.

  Qī Chéngzhī bought a VIP cinema or a couple's private room seat, and the two of them sat in the private room with no obstruction between them.

  The cinema hall is still bright, she sees many couples coming in and sitting in the surrounding couple booths, some girls are shyly smiling, while the boys will cast ambiguous glances at their partners, silently teasing them.

  Qī Chéngzhī's long legs were crossed, leaning comfortably against the soft back of the chair. Although the movie hadn't started yet, the theater was bright and crowded, with the sound of chatter seeming quite lively. However, being trapped in this private room alone with Qī Chéngzhī made Sōng Yǔ feel uneasy.

  Lowering her head, her fingers unconsciously played with the strap of her bag, from the root of her ear to her neck.

  His bony fingers carelessly covered hers, grasping her hand, his thumb gently scratching the palm of her hand, causing ripples of tremors on the back of her neck.

  He stuck close to her side, lowering his head to look at his white and distinct hands, a refreshing fragrance wafting from him, she felt that he didn't need the help of movies.

  The lights in the venue suddenly went out, and the screen in front lit up.

  The movie was actually quite boring, and it was in Cantonese, which she couldn't understand either. She didn't like the plot much, and her attention was all on Qi Chengzhi.

  She felt his fingers moving in her palm and him getting closer and closer, his breath spilling onto her ear.

  Song Yu had no choice but to try hard to distract himself with the movie, his eyes fixed intently on the screen, not daring to turn his head.

  In the dark, with unclear vision, the senses become especially sensitive.

  As the plot deepens, kissing scenes appear, intimate parts emerge, and suspicious amorous sounds echo around, accompanied by faint giggles.

  When the man and woman in the movie were naked, facing each other, the man kept kissing the woman's neck in his arms. Song Yu inexplicably felt an itch on her neck, and she trembled slightly, unable to help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, her breathing somewhat labored.

  Suddenly, she felt the scorching hot breath sprayed on her ear, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Qi Chengzhi approaching, his handsome face close at hand, his warm lips brushing against her earlobe.

  Song Yu's mouth was dry and his tongue was parched, but he didn't dare to lick his lips. Instead, he pursed them inward.

  The warm palm that originally held her hand moved from her shoulder to her waist, and the other hand gently grasped hers. Song Yu could no longer watch the movie, lowering his head, every breath was his.

  His lips moved from her earlobe to her cheek, then to the corner of her mouth, and finally pressed firmly against her lips. She wanted to pull back a bit, but he pushed her into the corner of the booth seat, with the walls of the booth trapping her on both sides, and him blocking her in front - there was really nowhere to hide.

  In a public place like a movie theater, although the sound of the movie was covering her up, she still didn't dare to make a sound, afraid that someone would hear her.

  Her repressed and obedient behavior, however, only further ignited the man's wild nature. His hand slipped under her hem, grasping her waist, his tongue prying open her slightly closed teeth, entwining with hers in a tangled mess of saliva.

  The sound of heavy breathing from the movie surrounded her, exciting her, and she grasped his coat lapels with both hands.

  His tongue swept through every corner of her mouth, reluctant to let go, lightly sipping her lips, half-closing his eyes, seeing the moving sight of her slightly parted lips.

  He couldn't help but grasp her waist, pulling her tightly into his embrace. He pushed aside her undergarments and grasped the softness beneath, gazing at her helpless expression. He gently kissed the corners of her eyes, the center of her eyebrows, the tip of her nose, and the corners of her mouth, before finally burying himself in the nape of her neck, inhaling and savoring the scent.

  "Do you want to continue watching?" He took a suppressed breath, his low and husky voice brushing against her sensitive skin on the nape of her neck, like an electrifying touch that made her feel itchy from the inside out, down to her bones.

  Song Yu Meng's body trembled slightly, his hands grasping the collar of his clothes even tighter.

  Just now when he was talking, he deliberately pressed her under him, making her feel the pent-up energy that he could no longer bear.

  She leaned her forehead against his shoulder, trembling more violently for what was to come, a little tense but not afraid, with a hint of expectation.

  Earlier in the room, she looked at his clear profile and had already made a decision.

  Her forehead was pressed against his shoulder, and she shook her head slightly.

  She heard Qi Chengzhi take a deep breath, and his body also trembled with excitement, which was an unprecedented situation for this self-controlled man.

  "Wait a moment." He said tightly, his lips pressed against the sensitive skin of her neck.

  Suddenly, he left her, and without the warmth of his arms around her, she suddenly felt a chill, her body weakly leaning against the corner, trembling, especially wanting to throw herself back into his arms.

  Song Yu bit her lip, when did she become so wolf-like!

  She only heard a faint rustling sound, and it disappeared in a very short time.

  She was getting used to the darkness in the cinema, and she could see things a bit now. She saw Qi Chengzhi suddenly pounce over, hug her tightly, and give her a fierce kiss. The passion in the kiss startled her.

  Then he let her go and pulled her up.

  Song Yu had just stood up and almost fell down after his legs softened, but he was caught in time by the waist.

  "Can you walk?" Qi Chengzhi asked, holding her in his arms and with his lips against her ear.

  The couple's private room was in the back row, and Qi Cheng chose the last row. The two of them stood there motionless, not blocking anyone's view.

  But judging from the current situation, there shouldn't be many people actually watching movies either.

  She stood in his arms for a while before nodding, unable to say a word at this moment.

  Fortunately, even in the darkness, Qi Chengzhi saw it and firmly grasped her hand, leading her out.

  Out of the cinema, just saw a couple coming out of the VIP cinema opposite, holding hands, the girl's face was flushed, and the boy was impatient, probably similar to their current appearance.

  They both stared at each other for a moment, and the man opposite showed a faint smile of understanding before they parted ways.

  Song Yu only then discovered that the rustling sound from just now was Qi Chengzhi fastening his coat, probably to cover up his own embarrassment.

  This road is particularly narrow on the Causeway Bay side, just enough for two people to walk, not counting those going in the opposite direction. The two of them can only walk one behind the other.

  Chi Cheng held her hand from start to finish, striding forward with large steps, Song Yu followed behind him, almost running to keep up with his speed, looking like he was dragging her along.

  Luckily she was wearing flat ankle boots today, so it was convenient for her to run and barely keep up with his movements.

  What was originally a three-minute journey took Qi Cheng just one and a half minutes to drag Song Yu back to the hotel room.

  The door had just closed behind Song Yu, and he was already lifted up by him. His feet had just left the ground when his kiss came pouring down, pressing Song Yu to lean back, his hands unconsciously wrapping around his waist. In fact, he didn't even know what action he was taking now, but everything seemed so natural and harmonious.

  Until her back stuck to the soft bedding, her sanity slightly returned, and she realized what was going to happen next.

  She didn't push him away, although her body was trembling. Suddenly she felt a chill, but her hands still boldly grasped his shoulders and hooked around his neck. Her fingers intertwined at the back of his neck, touching the neatly trimmed short hair on the nape of his neck. The slight tickle made her feel like she couldn't let go, rubbing his neck back and forth, feeling the ends of his hair brushing against her fingertips, slightly itchy.

  Her actions were equivalent to a silent confession, and Qi Cheng's heart was filled with emotion. He lowered his head to gaze at her delicate, blushing face, and the turmoil in his chest was unbearable. A low moan escaped his throat as he heavily kissed her again.

  Her clothes were decreasing one by one, and she herself was dizzy and didn't know, anyway, when she felt a chill, her body had no clothes.

  His large hand started from her neck and moved down inch by inch, all the way to her skirt. Underneath was a pair of black tights, his slender and shiny fingers stuck to her waist as he pulled down the zipper on the side of her skirt, she involuntarily tensed up.

  Song Yu was shivering terribly, his clothes were still intact, and his delicate skin was rubbing against his coat and sweater, slightly reddened.

  His eyes darkened, and he kissed her lips inch by inch, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, occasionally leaving a few marks on her delicate skin. All the way to her waist, he kissed along her waistline, soft, wet, and trembling. Song Yu's hands unknowingly loosened their grip on his neck, grasped the bed sheet tightly, and closed her eyes, too embarrassed to look.

  With her eyes closed, she couldn't help but think if she was being a bit too promiscuous, having confirmed their relationship for only so long and yet already reaching this point with him, letting him do as he pleased with her body.

  He slightly moved away from her, casually throwing his coat and sweater to the ground, his fiery eyes still staring at her intensely.

  Song Yu's face was hot with embarrassment, and he quickly pulled the quilt over his body. He smiled slightly, not stopping her from making this futile attempt to cover up.

  As he covered her again, the quilt was unknowingly pushed aside by him once more. As his lips returned to hers, their tongues entwined, and with a movement of his waist and abdomen, he precisely found the entrance and slowly fed into it.

  Song Yu made a low noise, furrowed her brow, endured the pain, and felt somewhat helpless. She loosened her grip on the quilt and reached around his arm to grab his shoulder blade from behind. The muscle there was knotted like a pair of small wings, which she grasped firmly.

  Because of the unconscious force, her fingernails sank deeply into his flesh, but Qi Chengzhi didn't feel anything, and under her tight bite, beads of sweat dripped down, gritting her teeth, she ruthlessly poured all her strength into him.

  Song Yu took a deep breath, lowered his head and leaned against Yao's shoulder, suddenly feeling an unprecedented sense of satisfaction from the bottom of his heart to his whole body.

  She felt his arms tighten, holding her tightly in his embrace, and her ribs also felt the bones under his muscles, rubbing against each other with a slight pain, but she felt a sense of care from it.

  Suddenly, her previous worries disappeared. She thought she would regret it, but being held in his arms, with her chest tightly pressed against his heart, feeling the intense beating of his heart, she calmed down instead.

  Song Yu slowly relaxed and silently let out a sigh in his heart.

  It's all over, facing such a man, she is no match for him, sooner or later she will surrender.

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  This chapter was still rejected, who told me to write with confidence? Others have written very subtly, so in the future don't expect too much, even the requirements for this chapter are high, let's all be quiet collectively, and also keep a low profile when leaving messages.

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