The bath towel was draped on Su Qiao, and it would slip off if she struggled for a moment.

But she still stretched out her hands and hugged Lu Mingyuan's neck. The kiss deepened again and again, and became too intense. Lu Mingyuan spread his legs, sat on the ground, and caressed her red lips, lingering and wanting more.

Su Qiao's hands slid down and clung to his shoulders. She gasped lightly and had to pause, as if she had been drained of all her strength by him.

"Look," Lu Mingyuan said, "you have more than just one goldfish."

This is the most direct confession for him.

Su Qiao accepted his implicit intention, although she didn't know when she was moved by him. The heat formed in the bathroom and condensed into water droplets when it was cold, but the high tide of love could not subside. Su Qiao reluctantly asked: "You

Now, how do you feel?"

Lu Mingyuan's forehead hit her neck. He held her shoulders and his voice deepened: "I'm a little dizzy, worse than seasickness."

When Su Qiao almost believed it, Lu Mingyuan raised her chin. He wanted to do it again. But before he acted, Su Qiao said: "Turn on the lights, it's too dark, I can't see anything."

The light arrived as expected.

Su Qiao was shocked to realize how embarrassed she was.

A short and thin bath towel was not enough to cover her whole body.

Lu Mingyuan glanced around and then said: "I'm out. Call me if you need anything. If you feel bored, leave a crack in the bathroom door. The exhaust fan here doesn't work very well."

Su Qiao watched him go out.

By the time she returned to the bedroom, it was almost time to turn off the lights.

The room was large, and the wooden bed was of a suitable size - but there was only one bed. Su Qiao dried her hair and lay down next to Lu Mingyuan, sharing a pillow with him.

This room has three windows, all of which are opened at the top of the wall. The ventilation is smooth and the room temperature is low. However, Lu Mingyuan has warmed the bed. The aura on his body makes people feel trustful and relaxed. The place closest to him is the warmest and most comfortable. Su

Qiao You was not satisfied, so she went even further and said, "You were the one who took the initiative to kiss me in the bathroom just now..."

Lu Mingyuan turned off the bedside lamp.

He admitted: "It's me."

The soft quilt was stuffed with velvet, and the sheets and quilt cover were made of pure Egyptian cotton. Su Qiao felt like she was home. On a whim, she said seriously: "Then, Mr. Lu, do you want to take responsibility?"

Lu Mingyuan turned over and faced her. The moonlight penetrated the clouds and mist, shone into their room from the window, and outlined Su Qiao's face. Tonight, Lu Mingyuan was more sultry than before, and his fingers touched Su Qiao's

The cheeks were retracted just once.

"How can I be responsible?" he asked, "I have no experience."

Before Su Qiao could speak, Lu Mingyuan added: "Didn't I already say that I wanted to go back to China with you? What do you think?"

He is like a blank sheet of paper.

But he pushed the problem to Su Qiao.

Su Qiao immediately realized that Lu Mingyuan was testing her standards and plans for the future. She thought about it carefully, caressed the side of his face, and said: "I will tell you the truth, but there are three conditions. You have to listen.

From now on, you can’t settle accounts with me, you can’t get angry with me, and you can’t ignore me.”

Very harsh conditions.

Lu Mingyuan gave full play to his imagination and guessed what Su Qiao had done. Due to his professional habits, his ideas were one picture after another, imaginative and criss-crossing, covering details that had been ignored in the past.

Su Qiao saw that he didn't speak, fearing that he would reveal any clues.

She stood up slightly, came closer, kissed the corner of his lips, and licked it with the tip of her tongue. He was different from his usual submissiveness. In a blink of an eye, he pressed Su Qiao on the bed, and then with a vengeance, he inserted his tongue into her mouth,

He found this way of kissing more exciting.

Su Qiao used to wear a kind of perfume all year round, and her body was dyed with a very light floral fragrance, similar to long-lasting rose petals.

Lu Mingyuan's movements were rough, as if he had crushed the roses.

A word popped into Su Qiao's mind - little wolf dog.

Although Lu Mingyuan is one year older than her.

She guided his hand and slid it into her neckline. The lump of fat that Lu Mingyuan sneered at a few hours ago was now held in his palm. He surrendered to the feeling, worshiped it with his fingertips, and rubbed it repeatedly.

The sound of breathing became thicker.

"Didn't you say there's nothing to touch?" Su Qiao raised her chin so that he could kiss her neck carefully.

Like a beast opening a floodgate, it suddenly poured out. Without any plan, he responded with suppressed mania: "Well, do you still remember that sentence?"

He bit her ear: "Forget it, just pretend I didn't say it."

Su Qiao assessed the situation and said, "Do you still want to hear the truth from me?"

Lu Mingyuan stopped all the intimacy, and reason returned to his mind. But he was still not awake enough. He lay flat on the bed, reviewed all the big and small things since he met Su Qiao, and said calmly: "The person who sponsored that art exhibition in London...

…”

"I sponsored it," Su Qiao said frankly, "I lied to you then."

Her cheeks were white and rosy, and her heartbeat was faster than usual. But Lu Mingyuan didn't look at her, so he couldn't notice.

He said: "Keep talking, I'm listening."

Su Qiao put her palms on Lu Mingyuan's chest. She was not satisfied with it through a piece of clothing. The outline of his chest that she could vaguely touch gave her a little peace of mind. She then confided: "I supported that art exhibition to make you famous.

, Lu Chen has protected you very well, and there is almost no news about you in the country. Once you become famous, my cousin will know you."

Lu Mingyuan strictly abided by Su Qiao's conditions. He did not get angry or settle accounts. He only asked: "What's in it for you?"

"It's very simple," Su Qiao said, "I want to bring down my cousin, clean up the fake smuggling company, and I also want grandpa's will. The will is in your father's hands..."

She paused and then said: "My cousin, his name is Su Zhan. Su Zhan knows about the will, but he can't find you. He is sure that you are in London, so he will search for Lu Chen in London, but Lu Chen has been in Italy

.”

Lu Mingyuan sighed and asked, "What do you mean, making noises in the east and attacking in the west?"

"Yes." Su Qiao nodded.

She also missed one thing.

Previously in London, Lu Mingyuan received an email from his father, asking him to meet at a Chinese restaurant - it was fake news fabricated by Su Qiao's team based on their past emails. The reason why Lu Chen didn't show up that night was because

, he didn’t make an appointment at all.

When Su Qiao said this, he repeated again: "You asked me, what do you want? I won't lie to you, I really want a will."

Lu Mingyuan pushed her back into the quilt.

He said: "It's half past twelve, it's time to go to bed, you should go to bed early."

Su Qiao immediately softened her attitude: "Don't be angry with me. To be honest, my family's situation is very complicated. I would rather be an ordinary lawyer..."

Enough is an art, and Su Qiao's skills are superb.

She stopped here and did not continue.

"Good night," Su Qiao kissed Lu Mingyuan, "I'm very happy tonight."

Lu Mingyuan's thoughts were confused. But he followed his heart's desire, tightened his hands on Su Qiao, and did not let go all night.

The next morning, he woke up at around seven o'clock.

Su Qiao had already gone downstairs by then.

She stood in the restaurant, chatting and laughing with Lu Chen.

Breakfast starts at eight o'clock, and the servants are preparing it. The tableware is extremely exquisite, and the dishes include fruits and traditional morning tea, covered with stainless steel lids and placed on a wide cart.

Zhou Qiping didn't sleep well last night. She had two dark circles under her eyes and covered them with foundation and concealer. She was originally sulky, but when she saw Su Qiao in the restaurant, she couldn't help but laugh: "Hey

,Sister, you just told me last night that you didn’t have breakfast because you couldn’t get up.”

Lu Chen walked aside and was not near them.

So Zhou Qiping no longer had any scruples.

She opened the cart, picked up a glass of milk, took a sip, and asked with a smile: "Sister, were you used to your stay last night?"

Su Qiao raised her head and looked at the main door, but saw no one.

She was like the Princess and the Pea in Andersen's fairy tale, deliberately making trouble and saying: "I'm not used to it, the mattress is too hard."

Inside and outside her words, she has the temperament of a young lady.

Zhou Qiping quietly sat down and answered: "Sister, do you know where Lu Mingyuan grew up? In the countryside. Your habits are different from his."

In the center of the restaurant is a long table, with golden candlesticks on both sides. Su Qiao fiddled with the candles, lifted up her long hair, revealing her slender neck and the distinctive crimson hickeys on her neck.
Chapter completed!