At that mont, it wouldn’t matter even if the sky were falling.
"Xixi... I’ll never leave you again... I guarantee things like this won’t happen again, rest assured..."
She couldn’t clearly hear what he was saying. She just kissed him back madly. In those happiest of monts, nothing else seed important. In this world, the greatest joy isn’t abundant money or fancy clothes, but a sense of security. Only with a solid sense of security can one truly talk about the beginning of happiness.
As his hand moved downwards, it paused. His breath quickened to an alarming degree, the heat of his body skyrocketing. Yet, when he began to move his hand further down, she suddenly stopped him.
He imdiately understood. Tonight, she hadn’t even eaten the chilled waterlon—her situation was special; it wasn’t convenient for her.
He gave a bitter smile. Stifling that raging passion certainly wasn’t a pleasant sensation, but he wasn’t annoyed at all. He just held her and lay down with her on the bed.
It took a while for their breathing to finally slow.
His large hand tenderly caressed her hair, his voice incredibly gentle. "Xixi, let’s go on a trip. Let’s go abroad first; we have over a month. Didn’t you ntion before that you wanted to spend so ti in Ba City? I’ll accompany you to the Palace of Versailles and the British Museum. There are many fine things there..."
The British Museum, the Palace of Versailles... countless artifacts and treasures. One could spend a month admiring them and still not see everything. Just thinking about it was so enticing.
He continued enthusiastically, "Xixi, I’ve already had your passport and everything else arranged. We can leave anyti. How about this: we’ll leave the day after tomorrow. No, let’s leave tomorrow! Once we’ve had our fun, I’ll go with you to South Country University for your registration..."
She remained silent.
"Xixi..."
She slowly sat up from his embrace.
He looked at her quizzically. It was only then that he realized how plainly dressed she was: a T-shirt and jeans, her face bare of makeup. Only her dark, hazy eyes, which shimred with a heart-stirring light, stood out.
She stood up, walked over to the desk, and handed him the car keys. "You should deal with this car."
He just stared at her.
She patiently explained, "I used to need these props as tools to show off. But now, I no longer need them. Besides, I’m going to South Country soon. Leaving such a good car idle for several years would be a waste, wouldn’t it?"
"No problem. I’ve already arranged for a car for you in Boston."
She laughed and shook her head. "No, thank you. When you’re studying, you should look like a student. I don’t think students at South Country University compete over who drives the fanciest car, or who carries Hermès and wears Armani, do they? Students should just compete based on their grades and coursework."
Wan Donglin was left speechless.
Before Liu Daqing returned to Switzerland, she t with Yan Xixi privately.
When the taxi stopped outside the old Wan Family house, Liu Daqing was standing at the doorway. Both were surprised.
Yan Xixi hadn’t expected Liu Daqing to welco her personally, nor had Liu Daqing expected Yan Xixi to arrive by taxi.
She asked bluntly, "Where is your car? Why didn’t you drive yourself?"
Yan Xixi also replied frankly, "I’m leaving soon, so I want to get rid of the car. Besides, driving such a high-profile car is too ostentatious. It’s not really appropriate."
Liu Daqing’s gaze was sharp. She noted that Yan Xixi was no longer dressed as elaborately as on their previous two etings. She wore a simple white blouse and black skirt, yet still looked youthful and radiant.
A truly beautiful woman dares to show her makeup-free face and would look stunning even in a potato sack.
Liu Daqing invited her in.
The food was simple, but the tea was an excellent Longjing, its delicate fragrance filling the air.
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