Chapter 388

"You sit first, I'll go bring the dishes."

Huang Zhaoyi pulled out a chair, signaling him to sit.

"Mm."

Li Heng hummed, sat down, and then watched her go in and out of the kitchen, busy back and forth.

Before long, five steaming hot dishes were placed on the dining table.

Only then did he notice that there were two vases in the corner next to the dining table, each filled with bright red Chinese roses.

He asked, "You like Chinese roses."

Huang Zhaoyi followed his gaze toward the Chinese roses and explained, "I like this deep red of the Chinese rose."

Li Heng nodded, "Red Chinese roses symbolize passionate love, infatuation, loyalty, and courage."

Hearing this flower language that was so fitting for herself, a rare blush appeared on her face, now that she was over 30, and she asked with a smile, "Do you think they look good?"

"They look good. If it's red, it should be thoroughly red; I also prefer this kind of deep red," Li Heng said.

Huang Zhaoyi turned her gaze toward him, her eyes carrying a trace of happiness.

For a woman whose heart is occupied, happiness is often just this simple; a single word or action from her lover can make her happy for half a day.

Li Heng didn't avoid her gaze. After their eyes met for a while, he thought for a moment and asked, "Why is your hair down today?"

Huang Zhaoyi lowered her head to look at the dark hair resting softly on her shoulders, neck, and chest, and pursed her lips slightly: "Is it ugly?"

Li Heng shook his head, "Not ugly."

"I finished cooking and just washed my hair not long ago; you were blowing it dry when you arrived," she said.

Li Heng let his gaze slide over her beautiful hair and nodded, indicating he could see that.

Huang Zhaoyi said, "Should I pin it up now?"

"Good, I prefer the way you look with your hair pinned up," Li Heng said.

This sentence from the man was like poison, instantly cracking open a glimmer of hope in her heart. She was suddenly full of energy, walked into the bedroom, and began to meticulously groom her hair in front of the mirror.

Some women are suited for wearing their hair down, some are suited for specific styles, and some are better suited for tying it up. In truth, she felt that any hairstyle suited her well.

However, since Li Heng liked to see her with her hair pinned up, she was more than happy to do so.

What did this represent?

It represented that her beauty was still recognized and accepted by him.

A woman in love fears nothing more than a man who ignores, neglects, and has no requirements for her; that is when she has truly reached a dead end.

But as long as he has requirements, infinite possibilities can be derived.

This was the best possible start, completely exceeding her expectations. She cheered herself on toward the image in the mirror.

After pinning up her hair, Huang Zhaoyi turned left and right, checking herself 360 degrees without any blind spots, and was very satisfied.

After pondering for a short while, she pulled open a drawer, took out a jewelry box containing a pair of exquisite earrings, and put them on.

In less than two minutes, Huang Zhaoyi appeared in the dining room again, in front of him.

His gaze fell upon her—eyes, ears, nose, mouth, chin, swan neck, and her collarbone—and after a detailed look, Li Heng asked, "New earrings?"

"No, I had them before, I just wore them rarely," she said.

"They look quite good, but you should still switch back to your dangling earrings; they have more personal character and fit your radiant and grand style," Li Heng said.

Facing each other, Huang Zhaoyi's mood brightened even more, and she turned back to the bedroom.

This time, Li Heng didn't remain seated, but stood up and followed to the bedroom doorway, leaning against the doorframe to watch her get ready.

Huang Zhaoyi was surprised; she hadn't expected him to follow.

Li Heng didn't explain the reason, just watched her like that, and had to admit in his heart: this woman is truly the best template for a recognized great Qingyi actress; from her features to her figure, everything is exquisite and delicate.

Setting aside her age, at this stage, Liu Yue would have to step aside in front of her; she was full of charm and had a unique flavor.

"How is it?" Huang Zhaoyi put on the earrings and turned to face him, her dark eyes filled with hidden anticipation, just like any woman deeply in love.

Anticipating the man's praise.

"Mm, good."

Li Heng nodded and said from the heart, "You wearing dangling earrings is the look that leaves the deepest impression on me."

Huang Zhaoyi looked into his eyes, a faint smile appearing on her face.

It was truly a faint smile; one more part would lose her restraint, one less part would lack passion—it was just right, perfectly balanced.

Their eyes met, and after a long while, Li Heng said in a low, impulsive voice, "Come here."

Hearing this, Huang Zhaoyi didn't resist at all and walked toward him very obediently.

Li Heng said, "Closer."

Huang Zhaoyi followed his instructions and took a step closer. After a while, seeing him staring fixedly at her, she took another half-step toward him.

After that half-step, she didn't move again.

Because she couldn't move forward anymore; another step and she would be directly in his arms.

Even so, the distance between them was only about 30 centimeters, and they could clearly capture each other's subtle expressions.

Looking at each other at close range, the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; it was extremely still for a moment.

After a long time, Li Heng suddenly sighed, "I shouldn't have come today."

Hearing this sudden turn, Huang Zhaoyi felt a sudden panic in her heart.

But before her panic could fully set in, a large hand appeared in her field of vision. That hand seemed to traverse time and space, and amidst her inexplicable longing, it landed on her earrings.

His hand pinched and touched the earrings for a while, then slowly moved downward, inching along her earlobe, rubbing it with gentle movements.

Last time he praised her neck for being beautiful; he really liked this part of her the most, Huang Zhaoyi thought. Not only was she not repulsed, but she gathered the courage to take another step forward, pressing directly against his body to make it easier for him to caress her.

"The curtains are drawn tight, and there's a pleasant perfume in the air; if you do this, I'll lose my self-control." In the enclosed space, Li Heng's body reacted without him realizing it, and he said with difficulty.

He understood that the reason his heart was racing was because this woman had fully cooperated with him last time, giving him a different, fresh experience.

How to describe it? It was an experience that made one feel right at home.

In his previous life, he had never experienced this with Song Yu, Xiao Han, or Chen Zijin; the three women were not as open as the woman before him in bed, nor would they try to please him like she did.

And as an older man who had tasted the pleasures of the flesh, he knew the taste and understood the wonderfulness of it.

"I am all yours," she said softly.

Huang Zhaoyi sensed his abnormality and felt moved; it seemed her careful arrangement today had worked, effectively stimulating his desire in this enclosed space.

The phrase "I am all yours" was like a fuse; the nuclear bomb was instantly ignited. Li Heng paused, then with a force from his right hand, pulled her into his arms, lowered his head, and kissed her, kissing her right earlobe and nuzzling her smooth white swan neck.

His lips pressed against her neck, like sandpaper polishing furniture—forceful, tugging, greedy, not letting go of any subtle part.

Huang Zhaoyi lowered her eyelids, looked at him for a while, and finally tilted her neck back. Her hands couldn't help but grab the hem of his clothes on both sides of his waist, silently enjoying his domineering yet gentle biting.

PS: Let's post a small chapter first, fearing a 404.

Published first, edited later.

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