Chuxia, though eager, also knew that it was indeed quite late and that after more than ten hours on the plane, they really needed so good rest.
The car slowly set into motion.
Chuxia reached out to lower the car window, looking out with her face turned to the side, the scenery around her retreating one by one as the car moved. France is an extrely fashionable and romantic country, and its architecture also carries a strong French style. Under the dark night, the lights shone and twinkled, delighting the eye.
A slight cool breeze blew in, lifting a strand of Chuxia’s long hair, which floated lightly and landed on Che’s face, bringing a tickling sensation. Che slightly turned his head, his gaze falling on Chuxia’s profile. By now, she had shed her excited and agitated deanor, quiet and tranquil, a touch of serenity about her. Her eyes were steadily fixed on the scenery outside the window, the dark pupils reflecting those beautiful sights, the corners of her lips curved up softly.
Yet for so reason, he could still feel the sadness beneath her faint smile.
What was she thinking about? Was she thinking again about her inability to conceive?
Che’s brows furrowed slightly, a swift trace of heartache crossing the depths of his eyes. His hand slowly reached out, covering Chuxia’s hand resting on her knee, only then realizing that her hand was sowhat cool. His brows drew even tighter together.
"Your hand, why is it so cold?"
Chuxia’s long eyelids fluttered slightly, her attention quickly brought back. She uttered a blank ’ah,’ only then feeling a bit cold. At this ti in France, the nights were still quite chilly, and she was dressed rather lightly.
"I’m a bit cold," said Chuxia, and her body involuntarily shivered.
Che glanced at her sideways, the voice that spoke carried a hint of rebuke, "You’re cold, yet you left the window open."
He reached straight over her, pressing the button, the window rising slowly until completely closed. Then with one arm, he pulled Chuxia into his embrace, holding her hands firmly within his own.
Listening to his rebuke, Chuxia was not at all afraid, instead comfortably snuggling into his arms, her own hands slipping beneath his jacket, clinging tightly to him.
Her small head lifted against Che’s chest and she let out a soft chuckle, "Anyway, I have you, my personal big heater. I won’t get cold."
Che was initially sowhat annoyed, but seeing her like this, he couldn’t stay irritated and just hugged her even tighter.
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After quite a while, the car finally arrived at the hotel. The hotel attendant opened the door with respectful courtesy to welco them out of the car. Che and Chuxia checked in at the front desk of the hotel, then headed towards their room.
They were staying in the most luxurious five-star hotel locally; all the facilities and equipnt were top-notch. Upon entering, Chuxia imdiately saw an enormous terrace. Beyond the terrace lay an almost panoramic view of the entirety of France. The night was hazy, the lights were brilliant. Chuxia rushed over, did a quick turn on the terrace, and then leaned on the railing, gazing out at the night scene of France.
The attendant brought their luggage in one by one, Che handed him the tip, he respectfully bowed out and closed the door behind him. Only then did Che step toward the terrace.
Footsteps approached from behind, and the next second, Chuxia felt her back leaning against a warm chest, a familiar masculine scent enveloping her.
Chuxia’s lips curved up, her body relaxing back against him, her head resting on his chest. She lifted her eyes slightly and said, "This place is really beautiful."
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