67 After Turning Around (1/2)

As the first rays of the day shone in through the window, Lin Qian opened her eyes, gazing at the man before her. Short strands of black hair covered his brow, his eye sockets were deep and defined; his full nose bridge and cheekbones, outlined his masculine contours. Then there was her favourite part: his jaw, simple and clean.

Her heart softened, she gently placed her hand on his chest, lifted her head and kissed him. Her lips barely made contact with his skin, when he suddenly hugged her and flipped her over, ending up on top of her.

Lin Qian looked into his clear bright eyes. He lowered his head to stare at her. She understood his look, and also felt a change in a certain part of his body.

”You want to do it again?” She whispered.

”Hmm.” He gently nudged her.

”Oh…”

From the penthouse, you could see the entire Xiang River. This was Changsha's best season; the early autumn breeze had a bit of summer still lingering in it. It went through the heart of the river, through the forests like a gentle, caressing hand as it passed, finally leaving traces of sunlight slipping through, silent and velvety.

Lin Qian and Li Zhicheng embraced and cuddled, from last night when he arrived, until the early drowsy morning. Time was forgotten in this dark, distant room. Lin Qian had not seen his silhouette or his eyes for a few days. They seemed even deeper and more mesmerising, silently occupying her body and heart.

He took a condom from the bedside drawer.

Lin Qian lay under the sheets, wrapping herself up like a rice dumpling, and smiled at him, ”Still using a Japanese brand, tsk tsk tsk. President Li better not let outsiders know, or it will result in the entire industry boycotting foreign investment…”

Obviously, before initiating any form of provocation against Li Zhicheng, one should think twice. This statement held true for life. Because he gave her a look, then threw the condom aside, ”I'm not wearing it anymore.”

Lin Qian, ”...”

Seeing him actually continuing to work himself up like this, Lin Qian hastily said, ”I was wrong, I was wrong. Good enough? Quickly, put it on!”

He gazed deeply at her, cupped her face in his hands and asked, ”Is it okay if I don't?”

His voice was low but cool. Lin Qian's heart skipped a beat upon hearing it.

He was serious.

She could get pregnant.

Their wedding would be held four months later. Before this they had talked about whether they wanted a boy or a girl. He said he wanted a girl.

But a man like him, standing at the top of his industry, adored by many, was only 27 years old and had just gotten engaged. Yet he wanted a child, at age 27, much earlier than most of his successful peers. For example, Ning Weikai was already thirty, but he had yet to have kids.

Just as she expected, in the end Li Zhicheng was still a man with twenty-year-old appearance but a forty-year-old soul.

Considering her wise conclusion, Lin Qian couldn't help but laugh.

”What are you laughing at?” he stared at her.

Of course Lin Qian would not say it. As for having a child, she thought it was best to let nature take its course. She nodded, ”Okay. Then let's not use it.”

Li Zhicheng's gaze changed. Lin Qian couldn't tell exactly what had changed.

Probably… he was excited.

It was so rare to see excitement in his eyes. Even his excitement was deep, restrained, and hard to notice. If she hadn't familiarized herself with every inch of him, she wouldn't have caught it.

This for some reason made Lin Qian excited too.

When they reached the climax together, Li Zhicheng was pressing on her with all his weight. She was panting softly underneath his chest; her voice sounded both like a whimper and a cry of rapture. Only then she realized there was no barrier between them, and when he was leaving his warm liquid inside her body, the feeling was totally different than usual.

She was actually moved. Before this when she read she always came across the word ”filled up”, such a straightforward word, she felt it was vulgar. But it turned out that at this moment, only the word ”filled up” could conclude how she felt physically and emotionally.

He filled her up using the most beautiful and intimate method between a man and a woman.

Lin Qian's face was flushed. How could her change in expression escape Li Zhicheng's eyes? There was still a thin layer of sweat on his forehead; spooning her in his arms, he asked under his breath, ”What are you thinking at this moment?”

Lin Qian tittered, then told him about the ”filled up” theory.

After Li Zhicheng listened, his lips lifted with a smile, but his gaze looking at her turned deep. Then a certain part of his body nudging her again.

Lin Qian stared at him wide-eyed, ”Again? You…”

”You seduced me.” he whispered.

”Since when did I!”

Li Zhicheng stared at her quietly. Of course she did.

”You filled me up.” Such blatant words, yet she said it so innocently.

Could any man could hear that and remain unaroused?

At the end, because it was very close to his flight departure time and she was too tired, he only released once in her hands. When Lin Qian sent him downstairs to catch a ride to the airport, she could still feel something unusual remaining in her body. It reminded her constantly that this man who was leaving in a rush this early morning was already the most intimate person in the world to her.