Wen Qingyou x Jiang Lingwei (3)

Jiang Lingwei propped up her chin and suddenly felt more interested in the man. “So do you remember me?”

Wen Qingyou did not deny it and directly asked her in return, “So did you deliberately sit beside me?”

Jiang Lingwei found him more and more interesting. She sat up straight, folded her slender legs, leaned over slightly, and said, “I just want to get closer and see what the man who held my waist looked like.”

In this sentence, ‘held’ was not the key at all.

The key was her waist.

They had skin-to-skin contact for a split-second.

Wen Qingyou understood her meaning. A subtle smile surfaced at the corner of his lips, and he responded to her gaze. After a long while, he asked, “So have you gotten a clearer look now?”

Jiang Lingwei shook her head and returned ambiguously, “Not clear enough.”

Wen Qingyou seemingly laughed and withdrew his gaze.

The jazz singer sang tenderly on stage, and the air was inexplicably filled with dense moisture.

Both did not speak temporarily, but that hidden ambiguity slowly spread and circulated.

A few minutes later, the singer on the stage finished singing, and the audience applauded. Wen Qingyou drank the wine in one go, and then looked at her. “Are you staying here too?”

Jiang Lingwei shrugged. “I came to find a friend, but she’s not here.”

Wen Qingyou nodded and got up to leave. “Good night.”

Jiang Lingwei also smiled. “Good night.”

But just a few steps after Wen Qingyou left, the sound of the glass crashing to the ground suddenly came from behind.

He paused and turned back.

Jiang Lingwei collided with another person, and the drink from the other party’s hand spilled onto her.

Her chest down to her stomach got drenched.

The foreigner man kept apologizing to Jiang Lingwei and offered to have a friend take her to the bathroom to clean up.

But Jiang Lingwei merely raised her eyebrows and said no.

She looked at Wen Qingyou, who remained in place and didn’t move, and smiled gently. “I have a friend waiting for me.”

After saying that, she strode forward and stood in front of him. “Do you mind me borrowing your room to clean up a bit?”



It was a coincidence that Wen Qingyou’s room and Jiang Lingwei’s room were one floor apart.

But Jiang Lingwei didn’t let him know that she was also staying in the hotel.

After successfully entering the man’s room, seeing the laptop on the coffee table and a few stacks of open complex documents, combined with the man’s expensive clothes, Jiang Lingwei knew that the prey she took a fancy to was by no means an ordinary person.

He exuded a very special aura, as if it completely fit her own aesthetic, so she could not help but want to take the initiative to test him and get to know him.

Or even…

Own him.

The mutual acquiescence to walk into this room, in fact, was a tacit understanding.

For an adult man and a woman, some games didn’t require spoken rules.

Jiang Lingwei believed in her own vision.

In this game, they were evenly matched.

She took a shower in Wen Qingyou’s bathroom. Her clothes were already dirty, so she could only ask him through the door.

“Is it convenient for you to lend me one of your shirts?”

Two minutes later, Wen Qingyou handed her a clean white shirt.

It had a nice, manly smell to it.

By the time Jiang Lingwei blew her hair dry in the bathroom, put on the shirt and came out, Wen Qingyou’s figure was no longer in sight.

It took her a few steps to find the man sitting on the balcony.

His computer was on, and the light from the screen was reflected on his lenses, as if he was working.

Jiang Lingwei stood right behind him and stared at him, smiling inexplicably.

What was he doing? Was he trying to express that he could still sit with his mind free of distractions in this atmosphere?

Jiang Lingwei walked towards him.

When she pushed the glass door open, the sea breeze that blew on her face was cool and refreshing, but it couldn’t sweep away the rising temperature in the room that lingered along with the dry heat.

Jiang Lingwei did not rush to say anything to Wen Qingyou, but stuck to the balcony and looked into the distance.

The beach at night was still enchanting. Some people were holding a party there. Music and voices mixed together, outlining a luxurious world of luxury.

Those people were embracing the pleasure they desired.

And she, too, didn’t want to waste this special night.

The man behind her was the best gift that God has arranged for her.

After a pause, Jiang Lingwei said to the air, “You seem to enjoy surfing.”

Behind him, Wen Qingyou responded lightly, “It’s just a hobby.”

“Can you teach me?” Jiang Lingwei turned around, leaned her back on the balcony, and asked him with a smirk.

Her bare feet were on the ground, and with her wearing only a man’s loose white shirt, she appeared inexplicably lazy and charming in the night.

Wen Qingyou lifted his head and looked at her.

For a moment, he slowly closed the laptop. “Now?”

Seeing his action, Jiang Lingwei felt that the man should have understood what she meant. She walked forward slowly and deliberately sat on Wen Qingyou’s lap, her voice softly mixed in the ambiguous air.

“Don’t you want to see clearly what I look like?”

When Jiang Lingwei asked this, the sea breeze blew in response, ruffling up her long hair and gently sweeping it over Wen Qingyou’s face.

She leaned in close, her fragrance undulating in her breath.

Sometimes, a woman’s charm was more seductive than the sea breeze.

It made one easily sink.

Everything also happened at just the right moment.

The two pairs of eyes bored into each other, and in a blink, Wen Qingyou captured Jiang Lingwei’s waist and took the initiative to kiss her lips.

There was a faint smell of alcohol in both their mouths, a taste of mutual attraction.

Jiang Lingwei has long known that he was by no means a gentle and calm man.

That single kiss showed how possessive he was.

When the outer shell of his refinement was shed, the wildness deep in his bones was fully exposed.

The party music in the distance was heavy metal, hitting the restlessness in the soul.

Meanwhile, they kissed on the balcony with the sea breeze, openly and passionately.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

The sea breeze was just right tonight, interspersed with both their taste.

Jiang Lingwei was carried back to the room at some point. Inside the closed windows and away from the hustle and bustle, everything was quiet.

They embraced each other in that silent night and willingly sank.

Miami was scorching hot.

And this was just the beginning.