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The moment Bo Ying uttered those three words, “You can have it,” it was clear that the two of them wouldn’t be able to properly enjoy their dinner that evening.
After finishing the zhajiangmian, Bo Ying had intended to go up to the rooftop to admire the night sky, but He Jingxiu’s simple phrase, “I’m going back to the room to shower,” changed her mind.
Her cheeks flushed, and she gave him a reproachful glare.
Showering was showering, was it necessary to specifically say it in her ear?
He Jingxiu seemed to know what she was thinking. His rough thumb pinched her cheek, sending shivers of tingling pleasure.
“What are you doing?” Bo Ying felt ticklish and instinctively clamped down on his hand.
He Jingxiu felt the soft skin of her cheek, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and suddenly he didn’t want to shower anymore.
Keeping the same position on the living room sofa, he cupped Bo Ying’s face and kissed her.
The man’s warm breath fell upon her, igniting her own.
Bo Ying’s entire body tensed, an inexplicable sense of nervousness gripping her.
Her lips involuntarily parted, allowing the man to enter and exit at will. He Jingxiu hooked her tongue, lingering with her.
He kissed with intense desire, sucking on her lips and tongue, as if leaving a little room, and yet as if not.
Unconsciously, Bo Ying’s dress seemed to be lifted.
She felt the warmth of the man’s chest, felt his ardent body temperature continuously transferring to her.
At the crucial moment, Bo Ying still retained a sliver of thought.
“Shower...” She opened her mouth and bit He Jingxiu’s lip, her voice a little hoarse, “You haven’t showered yet.”
He Jingxiu paused slightly, then picked her up in one swift motion.
To shower.
“I’ve already showered.”
Bo Ying wrapped her arms around his neck, her ears, cheeks, and neck all flushed as she reminded him.
He Jingxiu’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his eyes darkening, “I won’t let you shower.” He paused, then looked at her with deep eyes, “Accompany me?”
“…?”
This shower was destined not to be so innocent.
Considering Bo Ying’s long journey the previous night, He Jingxiu was somewhat considerate and didn’t thoroughly exhaust her in the bathroom.
After some playful commotion in the bathroom, the two returned to the room.
Bo Ying was gently eased onto the soft bed by him, feeling his long fingers moving downwards, feeling the touch of his fingertips on her body.
Her whole body tensed, and her toes uncontrollably curled together.
She wanted to speak out, but her lips were sealed by the man.
Bo Ying’s hands swept across his back, leaving red marks.
The moonlight outside the window was serene. In the small courtyard, there was a tree whose name Bo Ying didn’t know. In late autumn, its leaves hadn’t turned yellow yet; they remained a deep, lush green, vibrant and verdant.
As the wind blew, the leaves swayed, rustling softly.
For a moment, passersby in the courtyard seemed to see the leaves swaying up and down.
Who knew how long passed, the swaying branches and leaves drifted to the ground, and besides the sound of the wind, there was nothing else.
...
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In the afterglow of passion, Bo Ying heard the man’s ragged breaths.
In fact, Bo Ying discovered she had a little quirk; she quite liked He Jingxiu’s breathing in bed. She always found it particularly sexy, stirring a response in her body from time to time.
The two embraced tightly.
Bo Ying’s cheeks were flushed, and she had little strength left. Listening to He Jingxiu’s breathing, she slightly turned her face to look at him.
Meeting her gaze, He Jingxiu’s eyes were like the impenetrable ink outside the window. He asked in a hoarse voice, “Want another round?”
“...”
Bo Ying slapped him, “No.”
He Jingxiu chuckled deeply, playing with her hair and asking, “Didn’t you say you were willing to offer yourself to me?”
“I just did,” Bo Ying said seriously, “Don’t push your luck.”
He Jingxiu rolled over, propped himself up on his hands beside her, and looked down at her, saying in a low voice, “What if I insist on pushing my luck?”
“?”
The two looked at each other in silence for a moment. When Bo Ying gazed into his deep, affectionate eyes that reflected her own image, she opened her lips and said, blushing, “...That’s not impossible.”
He Jingxiu would never refuse such a thing.
Because of Bo Ying’s initiative, she was even coaxed by He Jingxiu to call him “senior brother” several times in bed later.
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After finally lying down comfortably again, Bo Ying felt there was an indescribable scent in the room.
She raised her hand and nudged He Jingxiu’s shoulder.
He Jingxiu raised an eyebrow, asking with ill intent, “Still have energy?”
“...No,” Bo Ying blushed, glancing at him, “Can you open the window?”
He Jingxiu paused slightly, “Hmm?”
“It smells a bit,” Bo Ying whispered, “Hurry up.”
Hearing this, He Jingxiu chuckled, kissed her lips, and asked, “What smell? I don’t smell anything.”
Bo Ying didn’t want to waste words with him; this man was just taking advantage and acting innocent.
She glared at him, wrapping herself in the comforter, and said, “If you don’t go, you won’t be sleeping with me tonight.”
Although usually, she preferred to sleep while hugging He Jingxiu.
But Bo Ying’s threat was effective. He Jingxiu let out a deep chuckle, then whispered close to her ear, “Okay.”
He Jingxiu got up, went to the window, opened it, and turned to look at Bo Ying, “Is this okay?”
Bo Ying nodded.
“Will it be cold at night?”
Bo Ying shook her head, “If it’s cold, you can warm me up.”
He Jingxiu subtly curved his lips, responding, “Okay.”
Lying down again, He Jingxiu pulled her into his arms.
“Can you sleep?”
Bo Ying yawned, reminding him, “Do you know what I was doing at this time back home?”
He Jingxiu looked up, “In my arms?”
Bo Ying was speechless. She just wanted to say that at this time back home, she would have already woken up after a nap.
However, since coming here, her sleep schedule seemed to have adjusted automatically, and she didn’t have severe jet lag issues.
“Why aren’t you speaking?” He Jingxiu asked with a smile, “Was my answer wrong?”
“Wrong.”
Bo Ying glanced at the time. It was a little past seven in China, which was precisely when she would wake up, but if she overslept, she would indeed still be in He Jingxiu’s arms.
Thinking of this, Bo Ying sighed softly.
“Half right.”
She was very reluctant.
He Jingxiu pinched her cheek, “Go to sleep. We’ll go exploring again tomorrow.”
“Mm,” Bo Ying said, “Tomorrow, let’s go back to the school, then take a boat trip and go shopping.”
She closed her eyes and said, “I need to get them gifts.”
He Jingxiu promised, “Okay.”
Pre-sleep exercise aids sleep.
This was Bo Ying’s conclusion over the past year or so. Basically, as long as she exercised, she would fall asleep within ten minutes when nestled in He Jingxiu’s arms.
And every sleep would be very sound.
...
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The next day, Bo Ying took He Jingxiu to the school she had once attended.
The two embraced and kissed in a place where no one recognized them. Bo Ying felt like an attachment to He Jingxiu; she’d get tired after walking a bit and would ask him to carry or piggyback her.
Fortunately, He Jingxiu never found her annoying and never refused her.
They spent a day being sweet and affectionate.
In the evening, they kissed under the illuminated Eiffel Tower, with the night breeze blowing.
Back home, it was, not surprisingly, more sweet honeymoon life.
Honestly, if Bo Ying hadn’t given herself the strict task of going out every day, she suspected her entire honeymoon might have been spent in bed.
After a few days in Paris, the two went to England.
They traveled at a leisurely pace, not rushing, and didn’t specifically visit any major attractions. They went only to places they truly wanted to see.
After touring England, Bo Ying really liked it there.
Because this was where He Jingxiu had studied abroad, she told him, “Actually, I wanted to come here back then.”
He Jingxiu looked at the person wrapped around him and asked softly, “Why didn’t you come?” “Because I majored in French in college,” she said, “I had fantasies about France.”
Although she changed her major in graduate school, French was her strongest subject at the time, and Zheng Jinyao was studying abroad in France. She was actually someone who was afraid of living independently. In every city, she hoped to have old friends, familiar faces.
So, when choosing, she first chose a school in France.
He Jingxiu looked down at her, gently rubbing her hair.
“Do you regret it?”
“What about you?” Bo Ying looked at him, “You go first.”
He Jingxiu chuckled softly, and said quietly, “I regret why I left after seeing your parents.”
He should have insisted on seeing her.
Bo Ying pouted, leaning into his arms and softly “hmm”-ing, “Me too.”
She regretted why she called his phone, and after hearing a girl answer, she hung up.
Thinking of this, Bo Ying looked up and asked, “Was it Tan Rui who answered your phone?”
He Jingxiu nodded, “It was her, not surprisingly.”
He recalled her apology when they discussed it, and said softly, “She told me ‘sorry’ that time, it was probably because of this.”
Of course, it could also be because of the things she said about Bo Ying.
No matter which it was, it didn’t matter much to them anymore. They just wanted to cherish the present. Let the past be the past; pursuing it further seemed to have little meaning.
Bo Ying nodded, and then suddenly asked, “What is she doing now?”
She hadn’t heard from Tan Rui in a long time.
He Jingxiu was stumped by her question and choked slightly, “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
Bo Ying was surprised.
He Jingxiu glanced at her, “Why would I know?”
The two looked at each other in silence. Bo Ying choked and said, “Because your two families are family friends.”
He Jingxiu chuckled, “I don’t really handle the dealings with the Tan family.”
After knowing Tan Rui’s intentions, He Jingxiu handed over the matters concerning the Tan family to General Manager Zhao Xuzhi. Under normal circumstances, he just made decisions, and he rarely actively sought to understand.
Bo Ying said “Oh,” then raised an eyebrow and said, “Then Mr. He is quite ‘gentlemanly virtuous’.”
He Jingxiu: “?”
He was stunned for a moment, then asked inquisitively, “What is ‘gentlemanly virtuous’?”
“...”
This was a new term Bo Ying had seen online recently. Thinking about the online explanations and analyses of the term, Bo Ying felt a little guilty.
Her eyes darted about, and she blinked, “Ah, I don’t quite remember, anyway, it’s about keeping a distance from women other than your wife or something like that.”
He Jingxiu saw through her lie at a glance, but even if she didn’t say it, he had other ways to find out.
He looked down at her for a long moment, then said, seemingly understanding, “Is that so?” “Yes, it is.”
Bo Ying pursed her lips, afraid he might realize something, and abruptly changed the subject, “He Jingxiu.”
“Hmm?”
Bo Ying looked at him, “I want to go to the beach now.”
Originally, the beach was also on their honeymoon itinerary.
However, Bo Ying’s vacation wasn’t as long as He Jingxiu’s, being an owner, so she had scratched it off.
He Jingxiu was startled, and whispered, “Now?”
Bo Ying thought for a moment, “How about after we go back? The beaches back home are fun too. We can find a holiday to go, and have a barbecue by the beach.”
Speaking of barbecue, she thought for a moment, “Then we should call Sheng Chun and Yao Yao, and my brother. I remember Mr. Pei and my brother are quite good at barbecuing.”
He Jingxiu suppressed a laugh, “Call them just because of that?”
“Yes,” Bo Ying said with a bright smile, “Isn’t it good to have them barbecue while we relax?”
He Jingxiu chuckled, agreeing, “Good.”
Such tasks should indeed be left to those two.
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The two didn’t stay abroad for too long, but they went to all the places they wanted to visit.
The day before returning to China, Bo Ying was still busy with shopping.
It wasn’t really helping; she was simply buying gifts for everyone.
She didn’t miss anyone: Little Chi Lu, her brother, Sheng Chun, Zheng Jinyao, Pei Yunmeng, and the others.
Fortunately, they had a private jet; otherwise, a dozen suitcases would have been quite a hassle.
By the end of their shopping spree, He Jingxiu noticed something important.
He listened to Bo Ying checking everything, then asked, “I don’t have one?”
Bo Ying: “...”
She looked up at him, “You want a gift too?”
He Jingxiu looked at her with a serious expression, his meaning very clear.
She had even prepared gifts for Pei Yan and the others, so why wouldn’t he get one?
Bo Ying met his gaze for a while, then rolled her eyes and said, “What do you want?”
“Think of it yourself,” He Jingxiu replied proudly.
Bo Ying opened her mouth, stared at him for a moment, then suddenly asked, “Am I not your gift?”
“?”
He Jingxiu hadn’t reacted yet when Bo Ying began a new round of performance.
“Wow, Mr. He, isn’t having a gift like me enough to take home?” She lifted her chin slightly, leaning into He Jingxiu’s chest, “Tell me, which other country’s gift do you want to take home?”
He Jingxiu: “...”
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