When Wenting put her shoes and stood up, she happened to collide with Zhuang Lin's gaze. She felt the heat in Zhuang Lin's gaze. A flush flashed across her fair cheeks, and then she returned to normal again.

"I've been standing there stupidly, come in and sit down." Wenting smiled slightly, looked at Zhuang Lin with a beautiful eyes, and said to him with a shallow smile.

The spacious living room, home furnishings, and wall decorations are all antiques. When you are inside, you can feel the strong quaint and elegant atmosphere.

The living room is cleaned and spotless, which shows that the hostess here is a very diligent and clean woman.

"What to drink?"

"Tea." Looking at the unique tea set on the mahogany tea table, Zhuang Lin finally gave up on the vulgar things like drinking and decided to play elegantly, taste the tea and enjoy the beauty with a look.

Wenting nodded, took a cushion, placed it on the floor beside Zhuang Lin, and knelt on it, focusing on making tea with hot water.

Zhuang Lin sat on the sofa, lowered his head, looked at the woman kneeling beside him, feeling the elegant and lightness that she showed when she made tea, and the irritability in her heart gradually disappeared.

Looking quietly, when Wenting stopped and raised her head, he couldn't help but reach out and gently held her fair and flawless wrist.

Her wrist was held by the powerful hand, and the palm of her hand gently touched the skin. The touch on her body made her body shake slightly, and it was hard to detect. She did not try to break free from Zhuang Lin's hand.

Without Zhuang Lin holding her wrist, her literary face looked quiet and she looked generous, without seeing any panic.

Zhuang Lin could feel that the woman in front of him was not pretending to be calm and composed, and she was elegant and generous, and very natural. Obviously, she was nurtured little by little in a special environment for many years.

Wenting didn't speak, picked up the tea cup full of tea from the tea tray with her right hand and handed it to Zhuang Lin.

Looking at the teacup she handed over, Zhuang Lin shook his head and smiled. Before he left Yanjing or the banker, his grandfather had taught him tea ceremony for a long time, with the purpose of making him understand the doctrine of the mean in China.

But later, after only learning the basics of this tea ceremony, he left Yanjing and waited until he went to the Western world. After joining the legion, he was a complete farewell to this tea ceremony.

In a trance, many years have passed. When he looked back, he was already covered in blood in his hands. He was gradually drifting away from the doctrine of the mean. In this life, he was destined to be unable to become a person of elegance like that.

He was used to sleeping in the open air, eating meat and drinking in big mouthfuls, and then picking up such a small pitiful cup to drink tea. He really lost the patience.

"It seems that I am a reckless man like me, I am afraid I can't play with the elegant things." He took the tea cup from Wenting's hand and drank it all. Then he played with the small and exquisite tea cup and said with a smile.

"If you don't want to drink tea, then I'll get the wine." Wenting put down the teacup in her hand, looked at Zhuang Lin, and said softly. As she said, she was about to get up.

But before she could stand up, Zhuang Lin's left hand holding her wrist gently pulled it, and her body staggered, and with Zhuang Lin's pulling force, she naturally turned to Zhuang Lin's arms.

This sudden change surprised her and instinctively exclaimed, but the sound was still so gentle that Zhuang Lin could not hear any panic.

The soft and light body fell into his arms, filled with fragrant jade, wrapped around his arms, and his arms touched the plump breasts inadvertently, slightly rubbing, soft and continuous, making his mind rippling.

At this moment, Wenting's delicate body became tense, and her face that had always been stable and calm finally showed a look of panic.

Under subconscious control, she instinctively stretched out her hands and wanted to push the arm that was pressing against her peaks, but when her palm touched Zhuang Lin's arm, she paused again.

On her face, the previous panic expression was gone, and replaced by a hint of hesitation, as if there was a fierce struggle in her heart.

In the end, the fight defeated the other side, and her face showed decisiveness. The palm that had been pressed on Zhuang Lin's arm slowly retracted it, and the whole person became quiet again.

Zhuang Lin saw the actions and changes in his arms. He moved his arms away from his plump peaks, let go of her body, lowered his head, and looked at her.

"Don't force yourself to do things that may make you regret."

Suppressing the already moving fire in his body, he stared at the woman in his arms, and said in a calm voice.

He didn't know what happened to this elegant woman, so that she gave up her reserve, took the initiative to chat with him, a stranger, and invited him to her house.

Intuition told him that this was a woman with a story.

Zhuang Lin could feel that in this woman's heart, she was struggling, she was hesitating, and at this moment, she was like a suicide standing by the edge of a cliff. She turned around and jumped off the cliff, and she chose the latter.

But all the suicides often regret it when they jump and fall in the air.

Wenting looked at him quietly, then nodded slightly, and took the initiative to lean his body in his arms.

At this moment, she was like a small boat in the stormy waves, finding a safe haven to shelter from the wind and waves. She curled up, leaned her head against Zhuang Lin's chest, and put her hands on Zhuang Lin's arm.

Zhuang Lin lowered his head, looked at the person in his arms, then raised his arms and gently hugged the gentle body, allowing her to feel a little warmth.

Time was silently lost little by little, and the clocks on the walls were already pointing to eleven o'clock. In this wide living room, Zhuang Lin hugged Wenting gently and sat motionless on the sofa.

A slight and even breathing sound came from his ears. He leaned down. At some point, the person in his arms had fallen asleep deeply, his eyes closed slightly, and his slender eyelashes blinked slightly from time to time. Even after falling asleep, the white jade hands still hugged his arms tightly.

He smiled and shook his head, moved his right arm gently, placed it on Wen Ting's legs, and used slightly force both arms to lift Wen Ting's gentle body and slowly walked up the stairs.

There are three bedrooms on the second floor. Because Wenting and she fell asleep, Zhuang Lin could only judge which room was Wenting's room by the decoration inside and the colors on the bed sheets and curtains.

In that elegant and unique room, Zhuang Lin put Wenting on the bed. When he covered Wenting with a quilt and was about to leave, a soft hand suddenly grabbed his hand.

He was stunned for a moment, turned around and went back, but found that Wenting, who was lying on the bed, had woken up at some point. Her beautiful big eyes were open, looking at him without blinking, as if she was talking about something.

"It's getting late, and it's time for me to go back. You can go to bed early." Zhuang Lin smiled and said to Wenting.
Chapter completed!