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Chapter 194 The Cool and Alluring Dancer

The morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the hotel curtains, casting dappled shadows on the carpet.

Lu Hengyan sat up, his fingertips unconsciously touching the corner of his lips.

The warmth and sweetness of last night seemed to linger there, and a secret sense of satisfaction welled up in my chest.

He glanced down at Xiao Yanyan, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, a hint of a smirk flashing in his eyes.

"Liu Yunshu..." he murmured the name.

As his tongue lingered on the tongue, he seemed to taste that sweet flavor mixed with blood again, and a determined light flashed in his eyes.

Just then, his phone rang; it was Shen Moci calling.

"Ayan, are you back?"

Lu Hengyan then remembered Shen Moci's relationship and his tone was somewhat teasing.

"Let's fly to Jiangcheng today and see what the person you can tell me you'll spend your life with really looks like."

Shen Moci chuckled softly on the other end of the phone, his voice still gentle but carrying a hint of anticipation.

"Okay, I'll introduce her to you then, I guarantee you'll be amazed."

Lu Hengyan gave a casual "hmm," still thinking about Liu Yunshu. "By the way, I also have something to tell you later."

Shen Moci readily agreed: "Sure, let's have dinner together tonight and talk while we eat."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Hengyan instructed his assistant to book a flight to Jiangcheng, then got out of bed.

After tidying himself up, he went to Liu Yunshu's room and knocked.

There was no response from inside the door.

Lu Hengyan frowned slightly and knocked on the door again with his fingertips, this time with a bit more force, but the silence remained deathly still.

A strange sense of unease suddenly rose within him, and he turned and strode quickly toward the elevator.

Upon arriving at the front desk, his tone was calm yet tinged with anxiety: "Where are the guests in room 3021?"

The receptionist looked up and saw that the person standing in front of her was Lu Hengyan, the movie star, and immediately blushed.

"Mr. Lu, the guest in room 3021... checked out and left early this morning."

"You left?"

Lu Hengyan's voice suddenly turned somber, his fingertips unconsciously clenched, and his knuckles turned white.

The morning sunlight fell on his face, but it couldn't dispel the shadow that instantly welled up in his eyes. Liu Yunshu...

"Oh, by the way, that guest left you a bag before he left."

As the receptionist spoke, she turned around, took a paper bag from the drawer, and carefully handed it to him.

Lu Hengyan opened the paper bag, inside which was the suit jacket he had wrapped around her in a panic last night.

"What else did she say?" Lu Hengyan's voice was hoarse, and the shadows in his eyes deepened.

The little girl tried hard to remember, then shook her head: "No, that lady put down the bag and left, she was in a hurry."

Lu Hengyan didn't say anything more, his fingers gripping the paper bag so tightly that the veins on his fingers bulged.

Yun Shu, don't worry, once I return from Jiangcheng, I won't let you run away again!

Lu Hengyan regained his usual aloofness and politely nodded slightly to the little girl.

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As soon as Liu Yunshu stepped out of the airport, Shen Moci spotted that familiar figure and immediately smiled as he went to greet her.

He held a bouquet of full white roses in his hands, the petals still glistening with morning dew, which made his gentle features appear even more tender.

"Yun Shu." His voice was tinged with laughter as he naturally took the suitcase from her and handed her the flowers. "Welcome home."

Liu Yunshu felt the cool floral scent brush against her nose, her eyes curved into a gentle arc, and she reached out to wrap her arms around his.

"You understand me best; you know I like white roses."

Sunlight fell on her hair, gilding it with a warm gold, and the faint mark on her lips had long been concealed by blemishes.

Shen Moci looked down at her, his eyes full of tenderness: "Are you tired from the journey? Let me take you home to rest first, and then I'll introduce you to a friend tonight."

Liu Yunshu ran her fingertips along the rose petals, a hint of interest flashing in her eyes. "Alright."

As soon as they returned to their residence, Liu Yunshu wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mo Ci, I missed you so much~ Did you miss me?"

Shen Moci pulled her into his arms, his palm resting on her warm back.

He buried his nose in her hair, and the familiar cool fragrance mixed with the crispness of white roses filled his nostrils.

A soft laugh escaped his throat, his voice so tender it could drown water: "Of course I want to, I want to terribly."

He lowered his head, his lips gently landing on her smooth forehead, with a tender and careful tenderness: "I've been counting down the days until you come back."

Liu Yunshu took the initiative to kiss him, "Mo Ci, love me well..."

Her initiative instantly ignited his long-suppressed longing.

He tightened his arms, holding her close in his embrace, deepening the kiss, and the two walked towards the room while still kissing.

The dress traced an elegant parabola in the air, then lay delicately on the floor. Oh dear~

Then he waved to his friends, "Come on, come on!"

The panties then pounced into the dress with rocket speed.

Shirts, trousers, and underwear: Why do we have to separate them?

Days of longing and restraint had changed Shen Moci's usual gentle nature...

The straighter the tree stands, the tighter the dodder entwines it.

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"Yun Shu, I love you!"

"Mo Ci, love me..."

The bed, the sunlight, and the flowing hair all seemed to dance and cheer on this springtime activity.

Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting dappled patterns of light on Liu Yunshu's peaceful sleeping face.

Shen Moci propped his head up with one hand, his gaze tracing the lingering languor in her eyes, his fingertips gently brushing her flushed cheeks.

He gently kissed her forehead, then got up and went to the kitchen, put the bird's nest and white fungus stew into a pot, and simmered it over low heat.

Then, I picked up all the clothes scattered on the floor and put them into the washing machine.

She bent down and tidied up the mess on the floor, the air still lingering with the scent of her cool fragrance and desire.

With a tender smile on his face, Shen Moci opened Liu Yunshu's suitcase and took out the clothes one by one.

Just as he finished tidying up, the doorbell rang. He went to open the door, and there stood Lu Hengyan, looking travel-worn.

He was dressed casually, with his baseball cap pulled low over his head.

Shen Moci was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, "Ayan? You've arrived so quickly? Why didn't you tell me beforehand?"

Lu Hengyan punched him in the chest with his fist, a smile playing on his lips. "Why did I tell you beforehand?"

Shen Moci chuckled and playfully punched him, then put his arm around his shoulder and pulled him inside. "Come on in."

Lu Hengyan followed Shen Moci into the house, and caught a faint, familiar scent of cool fragrance, but he didn't think much of it.

"Sit down for a while, I've stewed some bird's nest, I'll serve you a bowl too." With that, she turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Lu Hengyan took off his baseball cap and leaned back on the sofa in a relaxed manner.

Just then, the sound of a door opening came from not far away. "Mo Ci, where are you?"

The familiar voice made Lu Hengyan sit up straight instantly. He looked up sharply in the direction from which the voice came, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst his chest.

Liu Yunshu was wearing Shen Moci's loose white shirt, the hem of which barely covered her upper thighs.

Her long hair was slightly disheveled, and there was still a languid air about her brows and eyes. The corners of her eyes were tinged with a faint red, a kind of decadent beauty unique to those who had been intimate.

She rubbed her eyes as she walked out of the bedroom, her fair and smooth skin glowing with a radiant sheen in the sunlight.

Her bare ankles were slender and delicate, swaying slightly with each step, as if she had just woken up.

But when she looked up and met Lu Hengyan's suddenly contracted pupils, that bit of languor instantly froze between her brows and eyes, and her steps came to an abrupt halt.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Liu Yunshu's heart skipped a beat, her fingertips instinctively clenched her shirt collar, and a flash of surprise crossed her eyes.

What are you doing here?!

Lu Hengyan's gaze was fixed on Liu Yunshu, his heart feeling as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

A feeling of suffocation instantly washed over me, and even my fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

He never imagined that the woman who had captured his heart was the girlfriend that Aci had promised to spend his life with.

Lu Hengyan felt as if a ball of scalding hot cotton was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Hearing the noise, Shen Moci came out of the kitchen and saw Liu Yunshu standing barefoot.

His brows furrowed immediately, and he quickly walked over to pull her into his arms, his voice gentle and reproachful: "Why did you come out without shoes? The ground is cold."

He then picked up a thin blanket from the side and wrapped it around her shoulders.

Liu Yunshu snapped out of her daze, looked up at him, and pouted slightly. "It's all your fault. I just woke up and you were nowhere to be found."

Shen Moci lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head, his eyes full of doting affection: "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

Seeing the two people being so intimate and oblivious to everyone else, Lu Hengyan felt extremely annoyed.

He forced a stiff smile and asked in a low, hoarse voice, "Aci, is this your girlfriend?"

Shen Moci tightened his grip on Liu Yunshu's arm, his eyes filled with a gentle smile: "Yes, she is Yunshu."

He turned to look at Liu Yunshu, his voice so soft it could melt hearts, "Yunshu, this is the brother I told you about, my best brother, Lu Hengyan."

Liu Yunshu tightened her grip on the thin blanket, but a perfectly timed smile spread across her face.

Her eyes crinkled into crescents, the surprise from before gone, leaving only a touch of sleepy charm: "So it's Mr. Lu, I've heard so much about you."

Hearing the word "Mr. Lu" made Lu Hengyan's heart clench, as if he had been stabbed hard by something.

The woman before him still retained the languid and alluring air about her, and she was wearing Shen Moci's shirt.

The loose fabric couldn't conceal the faint red marks on her neck, each one testifying to her intimacy with Shen Moci.

This was completely different from the Liu Yunshu who trembled and looked furious when he kissed her in the elevator last night.