Chapter Seventy-Nine: Little Wildcat

Grand Hotel St. Petersburg.

Located in the VIP presidential suite on the highest floor, Lu Yiyou was lying on the bed with a flushed face and a drowsy face, and the mellow smell of wine was really like the locals.

Shang Feiwu couldn't react for a long time, sitting on the set of chairs in the bedroom, his eyes tugging at his body.

Half an hour ago, she found the room card in his wallet.

As well as, some of the documents found in the room that need to be signed.

She could guess a little that he should have come here on a business trip.

The dim and extravagant crystal chandelier in the bedroom is full of European-style lighting, making the already indescribable atmosphere even more unpredictable.

He was right in front of her, a face she had been missing since she left.

Lu Yiyou turned over uncomfortably, his stomach churned, and his head was dizzy.

His thin lips lightly opened: "Water ......"

His throat felt as uncomfortable as a fire, and he opened his ink eyes in a blur, and when he saw the person sitting next to the bed, he suddenly smiled.

Hehe, they all said that they were going to quit drinking, and every time they drank, they could clearly feel that she was around.

Every time she gets drunk and opens and closes her eyes, it's her shadow.

This time, it can be regarded as a deep drunkenness.

Shang Feiwu's delicate face was surging with some emotion, she poured out a glass of water from the ceramic teapot and approached him step by step.

The strong aura on his body was so suffocating that Shang Feiwu didn't dare to stay here for even a second longer, because it seemed that as long as she wanted to possess the man in front of her again.

"Lu Yiyou ......" she sniffed, only to find that a moving tear slipped quietly from the corner of her eye.

Thankfully, the man lying down was already so drunk that he couldn't even see who was with him now.

"A visit, these days away from you, every day is like the end of the world."

"If tomorrow is the end of the world, tonight, I want to possess you endlessly."

After she finished speaking, she took off her coat, her long gown, and her knitwear, and her slender and beautiful body looked particularly fascinating under the dim crystal lamp.

Lu Yiyou held up the last bit of strength, and smiled bitterly after understanding the picture in front of him, it seems that tonight is still a spring dream.

It's night.

On a cold March night in St. Petersburg, the hotel's VVIP room is warm and picturesque.

Her soft lips were buttoned on his thin lips, on the bridge of her nose, on her hazy eyes, and on the ends of her dark hair.

Delicate and unwilling to end.

Not long after, Lu Yiyou's budding movement seemed to be woken up, and this home field was subverted in an instant.

He tricked up, just a tenth-millisecond away from her face.

Since it's a spring dream, it's okay to be more enthusiastic.

If you can't have it in reality, then in your dreams, resist death, linger.

Shang Feiwu felt the gravity from him, warm and reassuring.

His kiss came so domineeringly, harder than ever.

Her big rough hands groped around with some cold air, and she hurriedly shrank inside.

"Shhh

He said drunkenly and urgently, "What's the matter?" ”

She said coquettishly, "Cold." ”

In the next second, the edelweiss quilt that flew over covered them, revealing only two heads and tossing and turning, inseparable.

"Well, nowhere not!" She snorted, stopping him from going down with her big hand.

He whispered in her ear and replied, "Can't you even let me do what I want, even in my dreams?" ”

Shang Feiwu was stunned for a moment, his eyes staring at the ceiling, and he said for a long time: "Well, just this once." ”

With permission, he went straight to the point.

"Uh-huh......" she snorted.

In exchange for a satisfied smile on his face, defenseless, he took off his armor.

"I'm coming in." He was like a big boy all along, and it sounded like an inquiry.

She couldn't help but laugh and said, "Are you knocking on the door?" ”

Lu Yiyou was stunned for a moment and then said, "Well, knock on the door, go to the door that goes to you." ”

Shang Feiwu suddenly blushed.

There was something about his rampage that had been endured for a long time, and all his hatred, thoughts, and sorrows these days seemed to be bound to this bed.

This night is destined to be amorous and long.

After the joy of fish and water, Shang Feiwu was surrounded by domineering circles in his arms like many days in the past.

This is the embrace she has longed for for a year and a half.

She looked up, and there was a sleeping face in his eyes.

Beneath the long, fluttering eyelashes, the eyelids are white and almost pink.

He lost weight again.

The delicate body is less sturdy than before.

The luxurious wall clock hanging in the bedroom made a slight sound and turned, but fortunately it was late in the morning, and she could still keep warm in his arms.

Shang Feiwu stuck his head out of the quilt and greedily pressed against his shoulder, because he was exposed outside the quilt, his shoulders were a little cold.

She tugged at the quilt that had slipped down, wanting to kiss his body, but was afraid to leave any traces that he would notice.

The sound of breathing became louder.

It wasn't until the tears quietly fell that she realized it was time for her to go.

Before dawn, while no one noticed.

Reluctance and sadness turned over in my mind.

As if stimulated, she rolled over and pressed against his lean body.

After feeling the sudden pressure, Lu Yiyou snorted uncomfortably, and the hazy feeling after the hangover overwhelmed him.

He raised his eyes, and his thin eyelids were very sexy.

Oh, God really treats him well, and this lingering dream lasts until dawn.

"Little wildcat." Lu Yiyou's tone was full of pampering.

Shang Feiwu bowed his head fiercely, and used a long kiss to wake up all the restless elements in his body.

Sure enough, a minute later.

His body felt as if he had been woken up, eager and intense.

Shang Feiwu thought to himself, if the mountains and seas are separated by a farewell today, then at this moment, it would be good for him to leave some marks on her.

At least she still has some nostalgia for it.

"Boom!"

VVIP's presidential suite was gently shut.

Shang Feiwu stood outside the door, unconsciously scraping the elegant white wallpaper with his fingertips.

The matte feeling conveyed by the rough wallpaper lingers on the fingers for a long time.

The cold city wind was a little strong, and she put away all her hesitation and quickly pressed down on the first floor in the elevator.

Run all the way out of the hotel.

There is a bus stop not far from the hotel, and Shang Feiwu stands under the withered branches of the trees, waiting alone for the bus back to school.

At eight o'clock in the morning, it was still dark and hazy in St. Petersburg, and there were few people waiting for the bus.

I don't know what's going on with today's bus, but the platform shows that there is one more stop to come.

But this stop took about 20 minutes.

Shang Feiwu sat on the seat of the platform inadvertently, and she stomped her foot a little worriedly.

Anxiously looking up at the hotel behind him, the one above the top floor.

Can't wait! She couldn't take any chances.

So, she stopped her, hailed a taxi, and hurriedly got into the car.

I explained the name of the school in a little Russian, which I only understood, and I was able to escape quickly.

In the VIP room of the St. Petersburg Grand Hotel, Lu Yiyou got out of bed in a hurry and only wore a thin pajamas.

He opened the bedroom window with all his might, and when he looked down from above, he could see the hazy fog, pedestrians, a bus stop, and a sporadic private car and a taxi......

Lu Yiyou's heart suddenly ached.

Jack opened the door in a hurry with another room card, and was relieved when he saw that Mr. Lu was in front of him.

"Thank goodness." Mr. Lu did not freeze to death near the Academy of Fine Arts.

Lu Yiyou turned his head dullly, his ink eyes full of displeasure and loss.

This look startled Jack hurriedly took two steps back, leaned on the door and asked, "What, what's wrong?" ”

He lowered his head and rolled his eyes, "Not much, let's go down." ”

The nice smell of this room made him unbelievable.

Jack paid attention suspiciously, and asked hesitantly, "Mr. Lu, you, could it be ......?"

"What is it?"

"Last night, you brought a blonde back from the bar, right?"

Otherwise, how could this room be filled with the smell of love?

Lu Yiyou snorted impatiently, "It's not a blonde." ”

Jack was shocked, "So, did you really bring the woman back?" ”

Shocking news, he is going to sell this report to the magazine, and the legend has it that Lu Yiyou, who has been abstinent for more than a year, has broken his vows in other countries!

Lu Yiyou picked his eyes, "Well, in a dream." ”

"Poof!" Jack felt a little teased.

"Are you waiting for me to invite you out?"

"No, no, no." Jack's gaze lingered on the sheets, and as detailed as he was, he must have found something.

After feeling Jack's burning gaze, Lu Yiyou also shifted his gaze, "What are you looking at?" ”

Jack suddenly felt embarrassed, "No, it's nothing!" ”

Lu Yiyou turned around and looked over, although it was an ink-colored sheet, it still couldn't hide the shallow water stains on it......

Jack buried his head, a little guilty, "Mr. Lu, I'm an assistant who is ignorant, and I know your needs in that area these days... I should have offered you a ......"

so that it will not be reduced to ......

"Get out!"

After Lu Yiyou roared, he pushed with his big hand, and his lean but powerful arm threw out the person who was trembling at the door.

"Boom!"

It was the sound of the door being angrily slammed shut.

Lu Yiyou's eyes narrowed a little dangerously.

Jack's voice begging for mercy came from outside the door, "Mr. Lu, I don't think I saw this, don't forget to go to your heart!" ”

"Jack, if you don't roll the second my voice falls, I'll let you know how torturous human suffering is!"

Jack fled, leaving Lu Yiyou alone by the bedside in a daze.

The whole room was filled with the smell of love, but there was no trace of her.

He sat on the edge of the bed sluggishly, and his whole body was empty.

Seventeen months ago, he learned that Shang Yaolong had died during the operation, and he was afraid that something would happen to her, so he took a special plane from the United States and rushed to City A in a hurry.

only got the news that she died tragically in the sea.

He swore that he would live to see men and dead bodies, and to pay the penalty with blood.

But until those photos appeared, intimate and explicit.

In his life, he never wanted to explore everything about her again.