Chenxing opened her eyes emotionally, gazing at the enchanting man under the moonlight. She spun gently away from his embrace, leaving Gu Shaocheng’s mouth empty and slightly resentful, yet loving her tinkling laughter.

"Shaocheng, I want to dance... the one with many spins, do you remember? That year on your birthday, the most dazzling moment at your party."

Playing hard to get, huh?

Gu Shaocheng pulled her into his arms, holding her waist, "Of course, I remember, I also recall a certain silly one who licked my sweat, licking like tasting nectar."

Chenxing looked up and retorted, "That wasn’t sweat, it was your evidence of loving me."

Back then, they were breaking up, and he carried her up several flights of stairs. She knew he was tired but refused to get off him. He was drenched in sweat, and as it dripped into her palm, Chenxing felt that sweat was proof he loved her.

"Oh, I want to dance, not think about the past!"

That was a very difficult time in her life, and now she chooses not to reminisce, only to dance.

Chenxing closed her eyes, standing on one leg, posing and moving, pushing her left foot outwards, shifting her weight left, her waist flowing spontaneously. Chenxing raised her brows smugly, "Do I dance well?"

"Beautiful!"

Gu Shaocheng watched her spin in his palm with deep brows and a smile.

One circle, two circles, three circles, four circles... until she finally fell into his arms, Gu Shaocheng lowered his head again, unhesitatingly capturing her lips.

Tongue painting.

Writing deep love.

A passionate symphony called "Gu Shaocheng loves Chenxing," unfolding steadily on their tongues.

The ambiguous candlelight illuminated their side profiles, covered in a thin layer of rose gauze as they quietly explored each other in the courtyard. Then, he licked her lips; she licked his lips. Immediately, he held her tightly, she held him tightly too, cherishing each other.

"Oh, Shaocheng, I’m feeling really dizzy."

Gu Shaocheng’s eyes flashed with a sly glint, "I told you not to drink, yet you insisted, now you’re drunk, huh?"

"I’m not drunk, I’m just dizzy from spinning." Chenxing wrapped her arms around Gu Shaocheng’s neck, feeling the world spinning and unable to stand stably—hugging the man giving her support tighter and saying urgently, "Shaocheng, hold me quickly."

"How should I hold you? Like this?" Suddenly, he lifted her horizontally.

Chenxing let out a startled scream as she landed in the warm embrace, hanging in the air. Chenxing, dazed, stared at Gu Shaocheng, saying strangely, "Shaocheng, how do you have four eyes? A four-eyed monster! I’m so scared!"

"Silly!"

"And two noses."

"Hallucinating when your brain gets flooded."

"But still very handsome, very handsome!" Chenxing struggled to lift her head, kissed the handsome man’s face several times, then shamelessly asked, "Handsome, care to date me?"

Gu Shaocheng: "..."

"Handsome, flirt with me a little." As she was laid on the bed, Chenxing refused to let go of her hands entwined around his neck, pulling the handsome one down with her as they fell onto the bed, rolling into a heap. With a face tinted red with intoxication, Chenxing said infatuatedly, "Handsome, I want to keep you."

Gu Shaocheng tugged his tie forcefully, feeling heated by her words. He quickly tore off his tie, eagerly proceeded to unzip her dress, smiling as he asked, "Keep me? Can you afford that?"

"Who says I can’t? My husband has lots of money, he’s even told me the password... Oh, I want to keep you, you’re too handsome."

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