C1 To Seek or to Reunite

The Leisure Bar in Shanghai.

The light flickered from time to time, occasionally illuminating the man in an ambiguous way. He was thinner than he had been five years ago, and the profile of his profile was sharp as a knife.

Beside him sat two foxy women and across from him was a slightly plump man in a suit. The man in the suit was muttering something to him.

Sometimes, he would lightly smile, and the corner of his lips curled up. It was as if he had once been that pure and beautiful person, but now, it had become even colder and more profound, causing one to be unable to understand what he was thinking.

He seemed to be uninhibited, but there was a glint in his eyes that was not to be underestimated. He had changed so much that it was hard to fathom.

I threw back my head and took a swig of whiskey. I finally finished the glass, as if I'd swallowed something sad.

After the slightly plump man left, he raised his long, narrow, deep eyes and smiled at me, who was sitting at the end of the bar. It was a smile that could make one sink into depravity, mysterious and provocative and meaningful.

I was startled, which meant that I had already been discovered. The speed of my heart suddenly accelerated, there was a feeling of warmth in my stomach, and I summoned up the courage to look at him, to stare at him.

I hope he doesn't recognize me. At that moment, he rose gracefully and walked towards me! I had an urge to escape, and a strong, clear voice inside me told me that he had finally come to me. I missed him so much!

He moved closer to me, looked into my eyes, and said slowly, "You've been looking at me for a long time."

"Yeah, why, you found out." I had a strong feeling that he was right in front of me, but I didn't know if he would recognize me.

Forget it, back then, I could only be his passerby. Moreover, I had changed so much, he had no reason to recognize me.

His face was close to mine, magnified in front of my eyes. The peerlessly beautiful him stares deeply into my eyes, looking at each other. I almost sink into his eyes that are as deep as the sea while concealing the radiance of the stars. I don't know if it is my imagination, but for a moment, I felt that he looked a little sad.

"You know, your eyes are beautiful." He kept looking me in the eye, as if he were trying to find something he knew, and he breathed in a vague smell of alcohol, and I felt the familiar, distant smell of him. We're so close, so close!

My heart was beating fast, and I said with an expression that seemed to be accustomed to the situation,

"Handsome, you're drunk." Ahh, why should I say handsome men? It would be very coquettish of me, and God, that's not what I want. It should be mature and have an aura.

"Heh heh, is that so? "You smell of alcohol, too." He smiled seductively, his face far away from me.

I breathed a secret sigh of relief, but he suddenly pulled me out of the bar and led me into a dark blue sports car. Then he didn't take my hand again, and I followed him.

I know what I look like. After living abroad for three years, looking at his friends who were ready to drag men home to sleep, he felt like a different person when he returned home.

I followed him to a hotel. As soon as I entered, he kissed me hard on the lips and kicked the door shut with his foot. I hesitated and refused, but he kissed me so deeply that I could barely breathe.

His kiss was fierce, and although I had expected it to happen, I was caught off guard. Back then, he was such a polite and respectful person.

Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes as I savored his taste, responding to his madness by caressing him wantonly.

"Why are you crying?" His voice was low. I shook my head in silence and opened my eyes to look at him. There was such a deep gaze between us. I smirked at him, then wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me.

"Nothing, continue."

He suddenly slowed down and stopped.

"Hmm? The first time? " He was a little surprised.

The next day. When I got up, there was no one by my side, only a little bit of blood on the white sheets. Lying on my bed, I felt a sweet taste of shame and also a sense of shame. At the same time, I smiled bitterly at my own shamelessness. As it turns out, everything has changed.

I was once simply in love with a person, but since then I have always been thinking about it. As soon as I returned from America, I asked about Bai Lingyu. I went to that bar and intentionally chose a hidden corner to look at him quietly. I also thought about how I could get to know him as someone else. But the alcohol, the desire, the unexpected...

Am I thinking this much about him? Endure your own growing desire for adulthood in your mind, and finally get rid of your modesty and pretense under the influence of alcohol? I love him, I want to go to bed with him, I'd rather be a whore. Is this the passionate, primitive love I can have, or is it simply subservience to desire and love? I don't know.

Finally, I got up in confusion. I saw the business card and a bank card on the headboard, and then I felt sad and helpless. It turned out that he thought of me as someone who wandered around the bar and sold his lower body for a living. A card, so generous. Leave his contact information, because he feels comfortable last night, so he wants me to contact him to give me my bank card password to continue?

Was this how he had lived all these years? After the gentle young man from years ago became the handsome CEO with both fame and profit, he became unruly and found a woman to sleep with. It was only because that woman had good eyes.

Did the person I loved become this hooligan?

I felt a great sense of loss.

Bai Lingyu, CEO of the Baixing Company. "In the end, he still inherited his father's legacy." "Hundred Rows, Hundred Rows …" I repeated the words. I couldn't help thinking about last night. As I tried to suppress my disappointing feelings, an irresistible force made me indulge in the depths of his eyes.