The air conditioning in the hotel room ensured Su Ziceng wouldn’t feel cold even naked, yet she still anxiously grabbed Pello’s hand.
But Pello had other parts that could move, such as his mouth. As Su Ziceng was pulling at his hand, his lips had already reached a tender spot.
A low moan echoed in her ear, Pello’s hand skillfully dodged Su Ziceng’s blocking hand. First, he tried to remove the piece of red fabric blocking him, then simply used his teeth to rip it off. Soon, saliva soaked the cloth, Su Ziceng watched Pello who was bowed down in front of her, both scared yet expectant.
She knew that compared to Wen Maixue, her relationship with Pello was almost fragile. If they got closer, it also ant she would elevate her status in Pello’s heart. But must it be done this way?
The red fabric fell to her waist, his palm covered her slippery pair. Starting by kneading, then more skillfully circling, he bent down and lightly bit, exploding sensations throughout her body, she didn’t even realize she had been carried to the bed by Pello.
Pello’s clothes were thrown to the floor, he sensed Su Ziceng’s inexperience, feeling joyful inside. After tonight, Su Ziceng would completely submit to him, throwing Hang Yishao completely out of her mind.
His hand reached down, nearly touching her private area when the phone on the floor rang.
"Pello," Su Ziceng heard the cell phone, she suddenly woke up. Lying in bed with Pello in a dangerous pose, half-naked - it wasn’t the right ti, at least, she must solve so problems first before establishing a deeper relationship with Pello. She pushed Pello away, picked up the phone, glanced at the display na, and answered.
"Ziceng!" The voice on the phone clearly revealed Hang Yishao’s excitent, "I’ve completed my thesis, when will you return to the country? How are things going? Are you adjusting well in France? Any discomforts?"
Su Ziceng refastened her dress zipper, walked to the window, and couldn’t utter a word for a long mont, feeling guilty like a wife caught in an act of infidelity.
Pello stood up and walked to the restroom. He took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and in the mirror, the look in Pello’s eyes filled with the sa red intensity as the lit cigarette.
When Pello ca out from the restroom after finishing his cigarette, Su Ziceng was holding the phone, sitting on the sofa daydreaming. Her eyebrows were furrowed, teeth biting her lip, as if struggling deeply internally.
Pello had experienced a similar struggle, only after his struggle, he decided that whatever blocked his path, be it man or woman, must be removed. He had just eased the psychological barrier in Su Ziceng’s mind only to find that Hang Yishao was a more difficult problem. This problem, previously underestimated by him, had almost triggered him to commit murder.
Pello’s silence made the beautiful night of Nice seem sowhat lancholic. Su Ziceng took this silence as Pello’s way of showing anger.
"Pello," Su Ziceng’s struggle also yielded results, "I’m sorry, I can’t be with you right now..."
"OK, I won’t touch you anymore," Pello cursed Hang Yishao silently. He felt the urge to smoke again in the restroom.
"No, I didn’t an that, I just have to divorce Yishao first, ah, what I an is, I need to make things clear with him," Su Ziceng’s words beca increasingly jumbled.
"I thought you had already made things clear," Pello grunted, but the displeasure in his heart lessened. He walked over to the couch where Su Ziceng was sitting, scooped her up with his long arms completely disregarding her height of 1.65m, and together they sank deep into the couch.
"He still doesn’t quite understand, I initially wanted to tell him over the phone, but as soon as he heard I was staying in the sa room with you, he just hung up," Su Ziceng had intended to simplify matters, but clearly, Hang Yishao didn’t see it that way.
"Tell him we’re living together," Pello’s mood was already improving. He turned Su Ziceng’s face towards him, admiring the shyness on her face.
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