"It's not my phone." Xuan Zhihuang said deliberately.

Ye Li heard the schadenfreude in her tone, her dark eyes were half-narrowed, her eyebrows were slightly raised, and the palm clasped around her waist tightened even harder.

was pinched by Xuan Zhihuang with his backhand, pinching his shoulder blades and throwing them away.

……

She turned over again, breaking free from the small and ambiguous space between his chest and the sofa cushion, and touched his pursed lips with her fingertips, smiling like no other,

"Let's take it quickly."

Ye Li just looked at her for a few seconds, then got up from the sofa, pulled the collar that had just been crumpled, took out the mobile phone that had been ringing from the pocket of his suit, frowned slightly, raised his legs and walked towards the door.

But he had just taken two steps before he suddenly stopped.

"Wait a minute." He turned his head and looked straight at the languid, wild woman on the couch.

Xuan Zhihuang raised his hand casually, and Ye Li then followed the phone and strode out.

"Say ......"

The cold and glamorous timbre spread through the vast space, blurring bit by bit as the crack in the door closed again.

Xuan Zhihuang squinted over, playing with the ruby necklace in his hand, and a sneer flashed under his slightly raised eyes.

They got together and walked towards the bed.

……

Yeli came back after answering the phone.

Walking into the room, I looked at the sofa, and the woman who was curled up there was gone.

Walking further into the bedroom, I saw that on the carpet in front of the bed, the set of black ice satin pajamas she took off was so messily scattered, like black roses blooming in the middle of the night, revealing a sexy bewitchment that was too bewitching/seductive.

He walked over in two or three steps.

The door of the wardrobe room was open, and there were two more empty hangers inside, and the clothes were naturally "stolen" by her.

Sure enough, she ran again.

Ye Li bent down and reached out to the pajamas on the ground, which still had the body temperature that had not dissipated, and gently rubbed it twice, the fabric of the ice satin was smooth, like the touch of her skin.

Unforgettable.

Ye Li looked straight at the wide-open floor-to-ceiling window, a cool and light autumn breeze blew in, and the black window gently swayed.

"Xuanzhihuang, I haven't answered you yet."

Suddenly, the man's magnetic killing timbre slowly overflowed, and a trace of tenderness in it could be heard, revealing little by little.

……

Belgium, bustling streets.

An Astin-Marton sports car drove by.

In the driver's seat, the woman wore a men's silver-gray shirt, unbuttoned from top to bottom to the third button, revealing the most sexual/sensual collarbone, the pure black color of the dress became more and more set against the skin like snow, and the hem of the shirt was knotted at the waist.

Underneath is paired with a pair of casual trousers, an oversized loose version, which perfectly interprets the most trendy European and American yuppie lazy style.

"Boom"----

The sports car accelerator accelerates again.

The long black hair, flowing like a waterfall, fluttered wantonly in the passing wind, stranded across the woman's cheeks, and then pulled casually behind the ears, revealing a delicate chin.

provoked all the surrounding car owners to look in this direction, and even more coaxed to honk their horns, which almost caused a traffic jam.

……

Xuan Zhihuang was wearing big sunglasses, swept through the afterglow of the lenses, hooked his blood-stained red lips, and continued to talk on the phone,

"Ye Da, let Brother Yu help me check someone."

"The Night Patriarch?" On the other end, Xuan Ye's voice was still imperial.