Shen Yilin's room was not to be entered lightly.
In the darkness, the swaying figure gradually turned into a motionless stone, devoid of life.
The entire room seemed to be shrouded in a shadow of decay.
The capital of Kundian: Siritai.
Two convoys quickly drove towards the side of Siritai city.
Qin He got out of the car, looking at the villa in front of her with some surprise.
Gu Qishen's eyes were doting: "My house. I stayed here last time I came to see you."
Qin He nodded, smiling as she held his arm.
"Then let's go in."
As soon as she entered the villa, Qin He looked at the furnishings in the house, her nose feeling a little sore.
This villa clearly had not been lived in for a long time. Gu Qishen must have rarely come here after buying it.
This time, the furniture in the house was old, and dust had accumulated in the corners. How could he tolerate it, given his洁癖 (germophobia)?
Gu Qishen was wholeheartedly looking for her.
Gu Qishen also noticed Qin He's gaze. He looked at the dust in the corner, realizing he hadn't noticed it at all before.
"It's a bit simple here, but it's okay. You can make do for one night. I've already asked Yu Jing to arrange a flight for tomorrow morning. We'll go home tomorrow morning."
Qin He nodded heavily: "Okay, we'll go home tomorrow."
Qin He's bedroom was arranged on the second floor. Gu Qishen had the only female maid take Qin He there.
He, on the other hand, stood on the first floor, looking at Lu Mingxi.
Lu Mingxi stood still, his expression indifferent.
Once he was sure Qin He had entered the room and wouldn't hear the commotion downstairs, Gu Qishen strode forward and landed a heavy punch on Lu Mingxi's face.
"How dare you hide her news from me?!"
Lu Mingxi's eyes were cold, but thinking of tomorrow's events, he didn't retaliate.
"I got the news, why should I tell you?"
Gu Qishen's aura was suffused with a chilling pressure. He rolled up his sleeves and grabbed Lu Mingxi's collar.
He exuded a faint ferocity: "Lu Mingxi, I know what you're plotting regarding her. From now on, stay away from her, or I'll make the entire Lu family disappear from Qingcheng!"
Lu Mingxi smiled with a wicked, unrestrained air: "Then you can try."
There was a noise from the second floor. Gu Qishen immediately let go of Lu Mingxi's collar.
He turned around and looked up. Qin He had already reached the spiral staircase and called out to him from the entrance: "Gu Qishen, come up."
Gu Qishen gave Lu Mingxi a cold glance, then turned and went upstairs.
When he reached the second floor, he reached out and took Qin He's hand: "What's wrong?"
Qin He lifted her small face: "There seems to be a mouse in my room."
Gu Qishen frowned: "How can there be a mouse?"
Even though this house hadn't been lived in for many years, it shouldn't have reached the point of having mice.
But since Qin He had said so, Gu Qishen still followed her into her bedroom.
The bedroom had brand new bedding, and the tables and chairs were bright and clean, as Gu Qishen had arranged for them to be cleaned on his way back.
"Where is the mouse?" Gu Qishen asked after entering the room.
"Here," Qin He whispered behind him.
As Gu Qishen turned around, a fragrant scent wafted towards him, and those eyes, which he was so captivated by, were already close to him.
Her soft lips主动 (proactively) kissed him. Gu Qishen's body froze.
When he had first seen her, he had wanted to hold her in his arms immediately. But he thought Qin He had just escaped from that place, and he wasn't sure if Shen Yizhong had done anything to her, fearing he might frighten her.
But now.
Gu Qishen's gaze gradually deepened.
Qin He had only taken the initiative for a moment before the initiative was seized from her.
The man's slender arms wrapped around her waist, their breaths intertwined.
Gu Qishen's kiss was highly aggressive, as if expressing the longing, affection, and love that had been absent for a long time.
Qin He took a step back, and he pulled her forward by the waist.
They retreated all the way to the door, and Qin He slightly lifted her toes. The door "bang"ed shut.
Gu Qishen glanced at the door, then lowered his gaze and met Qin He's mischievous eyes again.
Those clear eyes now held a few shimmering waves, radiating a heart-stopping glow as they moved.
Gu Qishen's voice was slightly hoarse, a smile playing on his lips.
"Are you... inviting me?"
Qin He's heart was beating very fast, the thumping sound as if it were right by her ears.
But since she had made up her mind, she wanted to be with him properly, and they had to cherish all their time.
Especially since she was leaving tomorrow.
Qin He gathered her courage, her small hand teasingly caressed Gu Qishen's face, lightly tracing his jawline, then down his Adam's apple, and over his collarbone, finally stopping at his firm chest muscles.
She could feel the warmth of his body through his shirt.
Qin He provocatively said, "It's an invitation, but I don't know if Mr. Gu, who has been working day and night, still has the stamina."
Gu Qishen's pupils contracted slightly, and then he narrowed his eyes: "My stamina is indeed not great, so I'll have to inconvenience Miss Qin."
As his words fell, Qin He's body was suddenly lifted.
She let out a surprised cry and was easily scooped up in a princess carry by Gu Qishen, then placed on the bed.
After that, he didn't forget to lock the door.
Qin He had only closed the door just now, not locked it.
After Gu Qishen locked the door, he turned around, walking from the door towards the bed, unbuttoning his tie.
His hands were long and powerful, his fingers slender with prominent knuckles, his skin like cold jade.
With a flick of his index finger at the tie, he exuded a more fierce aura, like a beast poised to strike.
Qin He suddenly felt a bit timid. She thought that it would be fine to wait until the next phase to take this step.
She coughed lightly. Although she said she wanted to cherish their time, it wouldn't hurt to wait a few days.
"Um, Gu Qishen, didn't you say your stamina wasn't great? Then let's forget about it today. You should rest well and drink more nourishing soup."
A vein on Gu Qishen's forehead twitched. He was both angry and amused. A doting smile bloomed in the corners of his eyes. "Nourishing soup?"
He had already reached the bedside, placing one knee on the bed. He bent his upper body and, before Qin He could escape, clasped her hands.
Their hands were intertwined, leaving no barrier between their bodies.
Qin He pursed her lips, her voice trembling slightly: "Um, I think I regret it."
"It seems to be too late."
Gu Qishen held her hands, his powerful waist pressing down slightly, his handsome face approaching Qin He's neck.
Qin He's body immediately tensed.
Then, a wet sensation came from her neck.
She was wearing a denim jacket and jeans. Now, with the wet sensation, the first button of her denim jacket was unfastened.
Qin He's eyes widened.
"Gu Qishen, you you you—"
She lowered her head and saw the man, who had been looking down, raise his face. His ink-colored eyes seemed to contain a deadly poison, drawing people into them.
"What's wrong?" Gu Qishen's lips curved slightly, the aggressive feeling intensifying.