Chapter Six, The Masked God Man
An Che looked at Nan Fengyue's smiling face and suddenly reached out to tug at his handsome face, saying: "Yue, I wonder how you can be so tireless, smiling all day long. Just thinking about it makes my mouth twitch."
What happened? The southern wind and moon remain as elegant as ever, smiling gently with the light clouds and breeze, yet the disdain in her eyes has vanished.
Hehe... alright, please don't bring me these things anymore. If they are really that good, you should keep them for yourselves.
Oh dear, why is it like this again? Why is it like this again? Nan Fengyue entered a private room, and the smiles on the faces of the several men inside immediately faded upon seeing him
In the opulently luxurious presidential suite, a man reclines elegantly on the sofa, gently curling his lips into a faint smile, yet his pale face, sculpted with exquisite artistry, is marked by a pair of indifferent purple eyes
The southern wind smiled but did not respond
"Goodness, you can't stand seeing me without a woman, and it makes you feel unbalanced, doesn't it?" Nan Fengyue joked with a smile
On a snow-white goose down bed in front of him, an extraordinarily alluring woman danced provocatively without a stitch on. Every movement and every glance was exceedingly enchanting, her tiny waist twisting dramatically, while the two plump melons on her chest enticingly bounced, seducing the man before her, who was even more elegant than a swan.
"Put on your clothes and take the money home. Do not engage in such activities again; you are not suited for it." She said gently, with a tone of compassion, as she stepped forward to pick up the clothes she had discarded and draped them over her, then turned elegantly to leave.
As soon as the south wind moon exited the suite, she immediately entered the hotel restroom to wash her hands and disinfect. A smile still lingered at the corners of her mouth, but the disdain, disgust, and contempt in her eyes were unmistakable
"What are you pretending for, still pretending?" An Che threw a half-eaten apple at him, glaring at him with a mix of annoyance and helplessness: "I tell you, this batch of goods is top-notch, I, the young master, have reluctantly let it go for you, don't say you still can't muster any 'interest'." It was clear that he dared to say it, or else he would be flattened.
"Let us get down to business," said Tian Cheng, interrupting An Che's intention to continue tormenting Nan Fengyue's face. "Are you about to return to the country soon?"
Well, it will be the day after tomorrow. I want to personally take a look at the franchise proposal issued by the Flower World. Nan Fengyue smiled, unconcerned, and rubbed her cheeks that had been pinched red by An Che.
"I can't believe it! Don't tell me you really have no interest in women. How am I supposed to explain this to your mother? You didn't learn how to handle women and ended up becoming a homosexual instead..." Before Tian Cheng could finish his exclamation, the half-eaten apple came flying towards him.
"Hey? Is that the concept proposed by Bai Yuyao, right?" An Che suddenly became excited
Hehe, I apologize. Calmly, someone admitted that this is true. Just now, that woman spent a long time, and all he felt was disgust. Not to mention any reaction, he even developed several layers of goosebumps.
The woman stared in astonishment at his back, and suddenly tears fell from her eyes. The feeling of being cherished by someone left her both shocked and surprised. In this line of work, all she faced was disdain and more disdain.
Indeed, we cannot stand your 'purity'." An Che raised his leg and curled his lip, with clear disdain in his eyes
The southern wind always carries a faint smile, lazily yet beautifully gazing at the woman before him who is trying her best to provoke him. His gaze seems gentle, imbued with a sense of pity, but in reality, the disdain and disgust in his eyes are concealed beneath a facade of tenderness.