He never knew that the 67th floor would take so long, he didn't know why she was here all of a sudden, and he didn't know how long she had been standing like this, damn it, why no one informed him.

The night was pitched, the cold wind mixed with snowflakes, flying wildly in the lights, she was wearing a red down jacket and a white scarf around her neck, like a cold plum blooming quietly on the windy and snowy night.

He was really in a hurry, and he rushed out of the staircase, but stopped when he was two meters away from her, hallucinating...... Is it a hallucination? In the face of sudden happiness, he habitually doubted himself.

She smiled, her eyes crooked, her pretty dimples blooming on her lips, and as she had been eight years before, her smile was magical, capable of giving him endless motivation.

On a lonely and cold night, he hugged her tightly in his arms.

Her body was almost stiff, her hands and feet were cold and numb, she almost lost consciousness, and she didn't know how long she had been standing in such a cold and windy night, and even her eyelashes were covered with a layer of frost.

He picked her up and walked quickly into the building, the guard and the secretary of the front hall who saw all this knew that a catastrophe was coming, and he lowered his head and felt a chill down his spine, who would have thought that Nangong Xuanmu, who had always been calm and self-controlled, would also have such a side, it was the first time she saw Nangong Xuanmu so flustered, and held the woman in her arms, for fear that something would go wrong.

"You're fired." Sure enough, as he walked past where they were, his condensed face was covered with a layer of frost, and he made a loud noise.

He carried her into the exclusive elevator, and the numbers at the top of the elevator kept changing. The two were silent.

She looked up at his angular jaw, he seemed to have not rested well for a long time, his face was very bad, and his jaw grew a black beard, revealing maturity and vicissitudes, as if he had aged all of a sudden......

She buried her head in his arms, the familiar taste, the familiar warmth, the familiar heartbeat, the angry moment. When it's sad. When she is happy, no matter what kind of mood he embraces, she is all too familiar.

Finally arrived, and the elevator stopped.

Nangong Xuanmu is a notoriously workaholic. It is common to not fit your eyes for several nights in a row. The interior of the Nangong Group Building has his dedicated lounge. Luxuriously decorated, it can be called a five-star presidential suite.

He gently lowered her onto the couch, and she had been standing for too long. The clothes on his body were cold, his little face was red from the cold, and his lips were chapped, as if he had a fever.

She unbuttoned her down jacket, draped the blanket over her, and then leaned down to change her shoes, instinctively shrinking her feet, but he grabbed her ankles.

Her feet were cold, they must have been frozen, and he didn't even think about it, so he took her feet in his arms to keep her warm.

The small gesture instantly made her eyes red, and tears poured out, ticking down her knees.

"Crying for what?" He looked up at her, his eyes warm as water.

She didn't turn her head and wiped her tears, sniffed and said, "Dirty!" She tried to retract her feet, but he hugged her tighter.

He is Nangong Xuanmu, isn't he, the heir of the dignified Nangong Group, and he actually hugged her feet into his arms to warm her...... She remembered that he couldn't bear to be dirty.

"How come, my Yan'er is fragrant even if her feet are fragrant." He said, smiling out of the corner of his eye.

"Why do you seem to be old...... The stubble has grown...... "She wanted to make fun of him, but the tears always fell uncontrollably, it was enough, why did she have so many tears."

"Don't like it?" He asked, smiling in his eyes.

"Hmmm! I don't like ......" she held his face and intertwined her eyes with him, tears were misty, sliding down her cheeks, her emotions were difficult to calm down, and her mind was groggy.

"Nope! Like! She shook her head again, her voice choked, "Whatever you become, I like it...... I like Nangong Xuanmu, I like your eyebrows, I like your eyes, I like your nose, I like your ......" she said, laughing, crying, caressing his facial features with her hands, and then sending her lips.

The lips and teeth are intertwined, and the infatuation is entangled, like lotus flowers blooming on the tip of the tongue. He wrapped one hand around her slender and soft waist, and the other hand clasped the soft back of her neck, as if to knead her into a touch of warmth, inhale her own body, and never separate again.

In a drowsy state, she nearly lost herself, and all her breath was snatched away by him, making her suffocate.

He finally let go of her, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, his heart was beating faster, his breath was unsteady, and he wanted to get up, but she wrapped her hands around his neck, his face was blushing, but his eyes were seductively firm.

"Yan'er, do you know what you're doing?" His Adam's apple rolled, his voice muffled, she hooked his neck, the two of them were so close that he was on the verge of collapse, he really didn't have the confidence to hold on.

"Don't you want me?" Her eyes were as clear as a spring, surging with the most gentle and mysterious beauty in the world, like a small stream flowing slowly at the tip of his heart.

"Yan'er......" He wanted to say something, but she hugged her neck tightly and covered her lips again.

Her initiative, her beautiful touch shattered the last of his senses, his hands reached into her clothes, caressing her ice muscles and jade skin, her body was as weak as a pool, let him wander in the warmth, he couldn't help but crave more, so he wrapped one hand around her slender waist and led her into the bedroom.

Gently put her on the bed, she lay on the bed, her black hair was scattered, her clothes were faded, her eyes were misty, her face was crimson, and she was perfect like a lotus real body.

He leaned over and gently bit her lower lip, then moved down her lips, kissed her chin, her neck, and rubbed the bridge of his nose against the tender white of her chest, which was the color of March budding, delicate and seductive.

His kiss made her body tremble for a while, and she made a shameful sound.

Hot, she felt as if her body was ignited by something, and her body was empty and uncomfortable, so that she couldn't help clinging to him, and this undoubtedly aroused more of his desires 888 thoughts, and the heat of his belly 888 was unstoppable, and an ambiguous breath filled the entire room.

Moving his hands down, one hand around her slender waist, the other reaching into her forbidden place, he felt her body's reaction, understood that she was ready, and then removed the last line of defense for her, and she could even feel his hard object against her.

It hurts, it hurts to be torn.

A red liquid slid down and stained the white sheets.

"It hurts, Xuanmu......" Her eyes were misty with tears, the pain and pleasure made her mind blank, obviously not understanding the cause of this pain, reflexively trying to struggle, writhing her body.

That layer of resistance made him stunned for a moment, both surprised and delighted.

Wrap your hand around her waist and "don't move...... Yan'er ~ Yan'er is good, bear with it again. His forehead was covered with sweat, he lowered his head and kissed her eyes, sucked her tears, his eyes were smiling, he couldn't suppress the joy in his heart, and forced himself to slow down, beads of sweat dripped on her fair chest, creating layers of love in her warm body. (To be continued.) )