Gu Yan almost choked.
"Xiaoyan, do you still love me?" Fang Yicheng asked again earnestly.
“You hesitated,” he stated calmly.
"You're so direct, it startled me," she replied slowly.
“I still love you. Ten years, not a single day has passed without loving you,” he said, looking into her eyes. Her face flushed slightly as he spoke slowly and earnestly, “But you blame me, you blame me for being an undercover police officer, for ruining your father’s career, for indirectly causing Aunt Ruan’s death, don’t you?”
The sound of target practice not far away pounded in Gu Yan's heart. He had brought up things that had been buried in her heart for so long, laying them out carefully one by one. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.
"Why are you saying all this..." She turned her face away.
“If you don’t speak up, you’ll keep him hidden away like a mountain, keeping him between us. Xiaoyan, we used to be best friends, the closest lovers. You know what happened afterward, it was beyond our control. Although I don’t have direct evidence against him, you know your father is guilty. I didn’t do anything wrong, it was my job. Aunt Ruan died of a heart attack. Without you and me, she didn’t have much time left.”
Gu Yan got up and left, but Fang Yicheng chased after her and stopped her, asking, "How long are you going to run away?"
"Why should I listen to this? Fang Yicheng, don't you think I'm not heartbroken enough? Do you want to bring this up again to hurt me? I can run away as long as I want. As long as you don't show up, I can run away forever. I'm doing very well with Feifan. You just disappear right now! Disappear!" She kicked him in a fit of rage.
"You dare say—you, never, thought, about, me!" Fang Yicheng stared into her eyes, just as they had countless times before when their clear eyes met. "You dare say that when you were by his side, you never thought about me?" he asked softly but firmly.
Gu Yan held back her tears, "I've thought about it, but so what? We'll never have anything to do with each other again in this life. Fang Yicheng, from the moment Aunt Ruan collapsed in front of me, from the moment my dad kicked me out of the house with a gun, from the moment I went to Liang Feifan's bed, we were destined to never have anything to do with each other again in this life!"
The two stared at each other stubbornly.
a long time.
Fang Yicheng chuckled softly, released her, and pushed her to sit down in the chair. "Then let's be friends," he said casually, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Since we can't be lovers, at least we're childhood sweethearts, so being friends is still okay, right?"
Gu Yan remained silent.
"Xiao Yan, you're not planning to cut all ties with your first love, are you?" He raised an eyebrow flippantly.
She remained silent. She didn't understand what was wrong with him; she couldn't keep up with his thoughts that were so unpredictable and volatile.
"Hello!"
"We'll see," she downed her drink in one gulp and replied indifferently, "It depends on my mood."
As they came out of the shooting range, Fang Yicheng grabbed the car door. "Let me do it," he said with a smile.
It was rush hour when I returned to the city. There were very few vehicles on the road, and roadblocks were set up every ten meters or so, but the people stopping and checking cars were not police officers.
Fang Yicheng's handsome lips curled into a cold smile. Ha, getting impatient?
Upon seeing their car, a large group of people surrounded them, led by Qin Song. Fang Yicheng rolled down his window. "Sixth Young Master, busy?"
Qin Song was furious. His older brother had gone mad after hearing Ah Hu's phone call, mobilizing people to seal off the entire City C. Since few of his men had seen Gu Yan's face, several of them had personally gone to search for her. When they saw the two of them, they felt like tearing them apart. But they couldn't vent their anger, so they could only greet him with a forced smile, "Director Fang, isn't this all thanks to you!"
“Sister-in-law,” Qin Song emphasized, “I’ve been looking for you very urgently.”
drunk
As they were talking, a Land Rover came rushing towards them, swerving wildly until it was only a few feet away from Fang Yicheng's car before suddenly braking.
A murderous aura permeated the air.
Gu Yan slumped in the passenger seat, the red wine she'd drunk that afternoon slowly taking effect, making her feel a little dizzy as soon as they left the shooting range. It took her a while to process Qin Song's words. Then, through the glass, she saw Liang Feifan, his lips pursed in a cold, aloof expression, jump out of the car. Her heart sank; it was all over.
Seeing Liang Feifan walking straight toward Gu Yan, Fang Yicheng narrowed his eyes and was about to get out of the car, but Qin Song held the car door, blocking him with a half-smile.
Liang Feifan walked over in a few steps, opened the car door, and half-pulled, half-carried her out of the car. When he bent down, he smelled alcohol on her. "Hmph, she always complains that she can't drink. What, she can drink now that she's met an old friend?"
Gu Yan was a little unsteady on her feet and leaned against him, not knowing what to say. After thinking for a moment, her mind went blank, and she leaned down and said to the person in the car, "Fang Yicheng, goodbye."
Fang Yicheng chuckled softly, and her embrace tightened suddenly, almost suffocating her. Gu Yan frowned and looked up. Was this man trying to strangle her?
Liang Feifan searched for her all afternoon, even borrowing the guard company of the Rong Erqin family elders. Thinking that she was with Fang Yicheng in a place he couldn't find, his heart was breaking. Now, she was nestled peacefully in his arms, yet she was tenderly saying goodbye to another person. He was so angry that he almost pulled out his gun and pierced Fang Yicheng's head with several transparent holes.
"Director Fang, is this reminiscing over?" Liang Feifan asked loudly, his expression cold.
Upon hearing this, Qin Song quickly stepped aside, and Fang Yicheng graciously opened the door and stood in front of him. "Heh, President Liang, I didn't just come here to catch up. I was originally thinking of rekindling our old flame, but Xiaoyan rejected me, and I'm heartbroken." Fang Yicheng leaned against the car, making a joke in an official tone, his laughter harmless and nonchalant.
Gu Yan bit her lower lip. Was this handsome and charming man with a warm smile still the same Fang Yicheng who doted on her and tapped her nose?
"So, has Director Fang given up yet?" Liang Feifan remained unmoved. "I can't guarantee that if Director Fang takes my woman away again next time, my men won't rush to General Fang's mansion in a moment of panic."
Fang Yicheng's face darkened. His father had made a move after all? Had he reached an agreement with Liang Feifan?
Seeing his expression change several times, Liang Feifan sneered, said goodbye, and picked up the still clueless woman in his arms and left.
Liang Feifan tried hard to suppress her anger. The red wine was still quite potent, and she was too drunk to argue with her.
“Heh,” she continued to tease him, her slender white fingers tracing patterns on his black shirt. “Feifan, you look good in a white shirt.”
Ignoring her tantrums, he summoned a maid to help her wash and dress; he was simply too tired today.
She wouldn't let go, clinging to his shirt and giggling foolishly. Liang Feifan watched her fuss for a while, then sighed and carried her upstairs.
From her position, his jawline was sculpted and handsome, his sexy Adam's apple occasionally bobbed up and down, and his strong chest was warm and powerful. This man was really very handsome.
"Stop fooling around!" Liang Feifan placed her on the sofa and turned to go to the bathroom to run the water. She giggled and clung to his neck, refusing to let go. He half-lay on top of her, her warm and soft body filling his arms. He had never been able to resist her, and his lower body immediately reacted.
Liang Feifan was furious at his own lack of self-control, but he still went along with her and got entangled in her arms. Then, he suddenly remembered something, gently turned her face around, stared into her drunken eyes, and said, "Tell me! Who am I?"
Gu Yan chuckled, "You said I was drunk? You're the one who's drunk! So drunk you've even forgotten your own name?"
Liang Feifan snorted coldly. It was good that she knew who he was. If she called him by the wrong name later, he might accidentally strangle her.
Drunken Boat
Gu Yan chuckled, "Feifan, you're the one who's drunk! You've even forgotten your own name?"
Liang Feifan snorted coldly. It was good that she knew who he was. If she called him by the wrong name later, he might accidentally strangle her.
The 1982 red wine, mixed with her fragrance, made him kiss her deeper and deeper, until her breathing became unsteady and she whimpered like a kitten.
He kissed her half-pulled, half-embraced, her hands being pushed onto his shoulders. Gu Yan leaned softly against him, but he kept gently pushing her away, leaving a hand's width of space, and quickly stripped her clothes off.
He pushed her down onto the sofa, and seeing her dazed expression and naked body, Liang Feifan's desire immediately surged. His shirt was brutally ripped open by his large hands, the buttons rolling off everywhere. He quickly removed his own clothes and rolled over to cover her body.
His large hands vigorously kneaded her soft, elastic, snow-white breasts, occasionally pinching and pulling at her rosy nipples with his fingers. The tingling, painful sensation made her reach out to stop his large hands. He grabbed her small hand and placed it on her tender, high breasts, pressing down with his large hand repeatedly. She passively caressed herself with her own hands, her body suddenly burning hot, writhing uncontrollably. He rubbed against her a few times, pressing their lower bodies closer together, but he still refused to penetrate her.
Gu Yan bit her lip, her eyes glazed over. This man usually gave her whatever she wanted, but not in bed. He always made her cry and beg before he would suddenly rush in and make her feel like she was dying.
But the combined caresses of the two men, kneading her breasts, made her increasingly hot and weak. All her pride vanished, and like countless pleas for mercy, she cried out in a seductive voice, "Feifan, give it to me...please...it hurts so much..."
Seeing her unbearable discomfort, the man narrowed his eyes, removed one of his hands that had been playing with her breasts, and reached down to rub the outside of her breasts a few times before his long, strong middle finger suddenly plunged deep into her body.
Her body clung tightly to the invading object, and he immediately felt warm flesh pressing in from all sides. After a few thrusts, she was completely wet—not enough! She twisted her waist; compared to his enormous size, the size of his middle finger simply couldn't satisfy her.
"Little thing, what's the rush?" Seeing her hands rubbing her breasts with a loss of reason, her slender waist twisting from side to side, and her hungry expression greatly satisfied his vanity. He whispered to her with pleasure.
Suddenly, the middle finger inside her stopped moving in and out smoothly and instead hooked up, forming an angle to thrust into her. The pleasure doubled instantly, and she let out a satisfied moan.
After a few dozen strokes, her self-massaging of her breasts slowed, and her eyes glazed over. Liang Feifan knew she was about to climax. He made a turn with his middle finger inside her, the tip pressing against her most sensitive spot. The knuckle of his finger rubbed against the small protrusion in the center from the inside, gradually increasing the pressure. Gu Yan didn't even make a sound, only trembling with muffled groans, reaching her peak in an instant. Streams of slippery, warm fluid gushed out, soaking the sofa beneath her.
She convulsed violently, moaning softly. Liang Feifan's middle finger didn't withdraw; instead, he inserted his index finger, moving it in and out rapidly. She was actually very tight at this moment, but fortunately, she was wet enough that he didn't hurt her. As she recovered, she gasped for breath, her chest rising and falling, making him unable to resist. He bent down and took one of her breasts into his mouth, while his other hand vigorously rubbed the other one.
The alcohol and the intense passion drained Gu Yan of all her strength. She slumped limply into the sofa, letting the man grope her, too exhausted to even beg for mercy.
"Mmm...no...ah..." His fingers brought her to another climax, her lower body convulsing as she tightly gripped his index and middle fingers. Liang Feifan's desire was about to explode from the warm, tight sensation on his fingers.
It took her a long time to recover.
Liang Feifan pecked at her lips a few times, then gave her a long, passionate kiss, before laughing triumphantly amidst her soft panting. "Baby, does it feel good? Now I'm going to get serious."
Gu Yan's limp body was flipped over onto him, her back against his body. He lifted her right leg with his large hand, and with a thrust of his lower body, he buried all the desire he had been holding back.
"Ah, it's so swollen." Gu Yan exclaimed urgently. Accustomed to the thickness of his fingers, his enormous size made her swell and shrink upwards.
"Don't run away!" He grabbed her nipples and pulled them down, stopping her movement.
"It's so swollen... Feifan... It's so big... Ah..."
His desire was aroused by her seductive voice, and he turned her head to kiss her rather roughly.
He didn't move his lower body, and she gradually stopped resisting. While she was lost in the passionate kiss, oblivious to everything, he suddenly sat up.
The one-third that was still outside suddenly thrust into her body with this movement, the huge head pressed tightly against her, and the sore and swollen feeling quickly made her tremble and climax again.
Liang Feifan felt the hot, slippery liquid being poured onto his shaft, and he groaned in pleasure, "Little darling, you're so sensitive today."
Gu Yan was held tightly in his arms with her back to him. As she gradually calmed down, he began to move. He held her waist with both hands and lifted her up.
"Baby, move yourself." Liang Feifan coaxed her as she twisted her waist and moved up and down to stimulate his desire. Gu Yan had attended a "theoretical lesson" on this on the seventeenth floor. Now, with her mentor by her side, she quickly became skilled, riding up and down rapidly. Liang Feifan enjoyed her initiative, brushing aside her long hair and biting her neck. "Ah..." The stinging sensation intensified the throbbing numbness within her. Gu Yan tilted her head back and sat down heavily, her body pounded by the head of his desire. A wave of intense numbness washed over her, and she collapsed into Liang Feifan's arms, panting, her body limp and unable to get up.
"Little thing, trying to slack off?" Liang Feifan licked the bite mark he had just made, laughing as he helped her up. "No way, I haven't even finished once, and you already want to call it a day?"
Gu Yan's eyes were alluring, and she nestled weakly in her arms, "You didn't exert any effort, of course you're not tired. Ah..."
It seems that some woman thinks he's not working hard enough.
Liang Feifan thrust upwards forcefully, and Gu Yan cried out in surprise, followed by moans. The man, whom she felt wasn't putting in enough effort, began to move. His large hands gripped her waist, and with a thrust, his lower body slammed into her soft flesh, again and again. His thighs were covered in her fluids, which clung to her bare buttocks with each stroke, the wet flesh colliding with a loud slapping sound. For a moment, the room was filled with her soft moans mixed with the ambiguous sounds of their bodies colliding.
This position made it easier for him to penetrate her completely. The energetic man grew more vigorous with each thrust, almost pushing the head of his erection into her delicate womb several times. Gu Yan experienced wave after wave of ecstasy, while he was only slightly panting. At this rate, he would surely faint again in embarrassment. Gu Yan turned her head, panting, and offered her swollen lips to his. The man smiled wickedly, quickly taking her mouth in and kissing her forcefully. Her neck felt like it was about to break. After a long while, he groaned and trembled, his scalding liquid shooting out violently. Gu Yan couldn't withstand the scalding ejaculation and tried to move her body slightly upward, but he pressed her down, penetrating even deeper. His domineering ejaculation struck her engorged and sensitive body like an arrow, and she trembled in his arms, reaching climax once more.
war
She woke up first the next morning. Her head was throbbing from the hangover. She pushed away his arm that was across her chest, and with the slightest movement, her lower body ached as if it didn't belong to her.
"Hmm?" He woke up too, tightened his embrace around her, and mischievously bumped her with his morning erection.
She blushed and pushed him away to go wash up. Liang Feifan, remembering how many times he had taken her last night, held her in his arms and kissed her again and again, but still refrained.
He still cooked porridge for breakfast himself.
Gu Yan took a bite; it was neither too hot nor too cold. Like everything else given to her, it was all arranged by him, leaving no room for error.
Suddenly, Fang Yicheng's words came to mind again: "Which is better? Is it better to be kept like a pet? Is it better to have everything done for you? You just accept whatever he gives you, Xiaoyan? Is this what your ideal and future were back then? To be an appendage to a man?"
No, her ideal back then was to marry that man with a warm smile, become a nine-to-five office worker, save money with him to buy a car and a house, have a child of their own, and then live a peaceful and tranquil life.
"What are you thinking about?" Liang Feifan asked as she put down her porridge after taking a sip, staring blankly into space.
"I... want to find a job."