eurekapd Chapter 41 is a bit noisy
Chapter 41 is a bit noisy
"Sizzle—"
"Sizzle—"
The sound echoed in the corridor outside, growing clearer and clearer, and then becoming exceptionally clear in the darkness, sharp and piercing, giving one goosebumps.
Mo Xizheng was startled and sat up, wanting to turn on the light. But before his hand could touch the switch, he was pushed back down by a sudden force. Then, a heavy weight pressed down on him.
"You!" Mo Xizheng exclaimed, but the next second Liang Yuan covered her mouth with one hand.
Mo Xizheng struggled instinctively, but the sounds outside suddenly took a turn for the better, returning as if they were about to fade away.
Liang Yuan didn't expect Mo Xizheng to react so strongly. His face darkened, and he lowered his head to kiss her. In his memory, as long as he did this, his little Xizheng would calm down no matter what temper she was throwing.
Mo Xizheng's pupils widened, and his eyes instantly turned bloodshot. He never expected that after four years and more than a thousand days and nights, he still couldn't wash away the deep-seated longing.
As the sounds outside faded into the distance, Liang Yuan's tense expression gradually relaxed. He released his restraints and, seeing the vacant look in the eyes of the person beneath him, apologized somewhat helplessly: "I'm sorry."
"Besides 'I'm sorry,' what else can you say?" Mo Xizheng suddenly wanted to laugh.
Looking at the familiar features, Liang Yuan remained silent for a long time before whispering, "Congratulations, you have realized your long-held dream."
“Dreams…heh…” Mo Xizheng turned his head and sneered.
He has been in the industry for 14 years and is a recognized workaholic in the entertainment circle, known for his integrity and diligence. But no one knows that young Mo Xizheng was more crazy than anyone else.
If he likes someone, he will do everything in his power to pursue them, even if that person is of the same sex.
He likes to be flamboyant and will use digital confessions that are unique to the two of them in a live broadcast room watched by tens of thousands of people.
In the fifth year of their relationship, 23-year-old Mo Xizheng secretly took 25-year-old Liang Yuan into a closed amusement park, bribed the staff, and kissed on top of the Ferris wheel.
He sat on Liang Yuan's lap, overlooking the bustling beauty of Shenzhen, and experiencing the ultimate joy of life.
Sweat mingled, breaths mingled.
Liang Yuan asked him what his birthday wish was.
"I want to be a movie star."
"and then?"
"Then……?"
Then announce to the whole world, I love you.
Mo Xizheng closed her eyes, a self-deprecating smile appearing on her lips.
"Don't cry." Liang Yuan looked helpless.
"Shut up!" These two words triggered Mo Xizheng's nerves. She went berserk, flipped Liang Yuan over, pinned him down, grabbed the man's neck with both hands, and roared angrily.
"I didn't cry! Shut up!"
"Shut up!"
Mo Xizheng's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He wanted to strangle the man, but his hands, trembling with emotion, were powerless to do so.
Hot tears fell one by one onto the man's face.
"Why did you disappear! Why did you come back! You fucking die!"
His heart was pounding so hard he couldn't breathe. On the verge of collapse, Liang Yuan grabbed the back of his neck with one hand, forcing him closer with immense force.
Mo Xizheng leaned back unwillingly, but to no avail. In the end, under Liang Yuan's burning gaze, she was forced to touch lips and tongue.
"Xiao west."
A familiar name came to my ears.
"Xiao west."
Just two words were enough to completely defeat him, and he was out of control.
Mo Xizheng couldn't understand why people could be so spineless.
It was Liang Yuan who broke up with her, and at 26, she was so tormented that she wanted to commit suicide.
The one kissing him now is still Liang Yuan, and even at 30, he still can't refuse.
Why are people so useless?
I can't bear to part with the familiar embrace, the warmth between our lips, or the physical pleasure.
Hatred is like a torrential downpour, but longing is like a raging tide.
He angrily tore at Liang Yuan's clothes, trying to vent his grievances. But this only provoked Liang Yuan more, and their positions were reversed once again.
Unable to help but cry out in pain, Liang Yuan immediately silenced him with a kiss.
She angrily bit the man's shoulder, but her pupils became unfocused during the continuous climax.
Is it painful? Is it joyful? Is it frightening?
I hate you. I love you. I miss you.
Ji Xingyi, in room 206, frowned as he stared at the ceiling. He remembered that the key to room 305 was with Mo Xizheng. Were those two fighting? Why was there such a commotion?
"Can't sleep?" Jiang Lin asked sleepily.
"It's a bit noisy." Ji Xingyi's sleep quality has always been poor, and it was only because of Jiang Lin's presence that she barely managed to get a passing grade.
"Hmm..." Jiang Lin responded with her eyes closed, "I'm sleepy."
"Okay, go to sleep." Ji Xingyi gently pulled Jiang Lin into her arms.
The next morning, Jiang Lin got up early and turned around to see Ji Xingyi with a gloomy face. If resentment could materialize, this guy would probably be a lit incense burner by now.
The meeting time was 8 o'clock. Jiang Lin and Ji Xingyi went downstairs half an hour early and met Mo Xizheng in the restaurant. Zheng Lu, Zheng Zhaonan and Yang Hua were also eating in the corner.
Even the great actor didn't look well; his eyes were red and swollen, and he looked somewhat listless.
"Brother Mo, are you feeling unwell?" Jiang Lin, as his assistant, naturally inquired.
"I don't like the climate in Country F; I might have some allergies."
Mo Xizheng looked away somewhat awkwardly. His luggage had fallen off the cliff, but fortunately, he still had a few clothes in his backpack that he could wear.
The black turtleneck sweater she was wearing already had the highest collar of any garment, but the red marks on her neck were still faintly visible.
The culprit was walking over with a cup of coffee, and Mo Xizheng immediately glared at him fiercely.
Liang Yuan was still wearing yesterday's clothes. After placing the coffee in front of Mo Xizheng, he didn't say anything and just stood there quietly.
Jiang Lin's gaze swept over the two of them: "Brother Mo, have you and Brother Liang made up?"
Mo Xizheng almost spat out her coffee, but still choked and couldn't help coughing. Liang Yuan immediately handed her a tissue, and by the time Mo Xizheng realized what was happening, she had already wiped her mouth clean.
Jiang Lin chuckled, "Then we won't disturb you any longer."
Breakfast in Country F wasn't as lavish as back home, so the butler, Bernard, prepared a buffet-style meal. Jiang Lin casually grabbed some eggs and bread.
"These two fought all night, and they've already made up?" Ji Xingyi rarely complained.
Jiang Lin paused as she reached for the milk, and couldn't help but look up at Ji Xingyi.
"?" Ji Xingyi was slightly surprised.
“It’s nothing,” Jiang Lin said with a slight smile, “Get me a cup of coffee.”