No delay, no debt 2

In fact, Gu Xijun was so nervous that her palms were sweaty as she fled back to her room. She plunged headlong into the bathroom and turned on the pouf to desperately rinse herself.

　　Damn! The wildly throbbing mood made her annoyed, and the calmness she had feigned in front of Cheng Zihao just now instantly changed to apprehension.

　　It wasn't that 　　Gu Xijun couldn't afford to lose, but she couldn't help the fact that the stakes were too high this time, and she'd sold herself if she wasn't careful.

　　Consider it a free sleep. When she changed into her clothes, Gu Xijun stood in front of the full-body mirror, carefully surveying her slightly reddened cheeks in the mirror, and her mind once again flashed back to that night in Half Moon Bay, Cheng Zihao's manly torso/body under the light, and her mood became more and more tense.

　　However, she had already given up her life just now. It was believed that a man as sinister as Cheng Zihao would never stop until he achieved his goal. Even if she is lucky enough to escape this, she is not confident that she can escape from his palm. It would be better to give up once and for all, and from now on, she will definitely go her own way and not owe each other anything.

　　The door was half-covered, and Cheng Zihao walked out of the bathroom, his wet bangs hanging down on his forehead, adding a bit of the charm of a mature man.

　　He sat on the edge of the bed scrubbing his hair and when he looked up a light pink figure caught his eye.

　　Gu Xijun gently brought the door closed and walked over in the man's direction with bare feet. Because she didn't wear high heels, the hemline of her dress was a bit long, and from time to time, she would step on the fringe and stagger.

　　You don't mind that I'm wearing your female companion's clothes, do you? Gu Xijun was made uncomfortable by the man in front of her, lowering her head and tugging at her wide-fitting skirt, her tone trying desperately to remain calm.

　　A light smile crept onto the corner of Cheng Zihao's lips, he casually threw the towel on the chair, his eyes signaling Gu Xijun to come over: don't mind, these clothes were originally prepared for you, but you're thinner than I thought.

　　This was the effect after two days of starvation. Gu Xijun's pace was slow, but she still stepped on the hem of her skirt. She bitterly hugged the hem of her skirt into a ball, revealing her silky and white calves, and urged, Hurry up, I have to go back to bed.

　　Cheng Zihao's long arm stretched out, appropriately encircling Gu Xijun's slender waist, his burning lips falling on her soft earlobe, his voice low and ghostly: This kind of thing can't be done fast enough, I feel you're a little nervous, do you need some wine?

　　The tingling sensation spread from the earlobe to the whole body, Gu Xijun's body shrank, the whole person almost nestled in Cheng Zihao's arms, and said in an arrogant tone, I'm not nervous, we are all adults.

　　Is it? Cheng Zihao opened his teeth and contained the woman's earlobe, and his breathing became rapid: If you feel pain, feel free to tell me.

　　The cabin rocked because of the waves, and Gu Xijun raised her head to meet Cheng Zihao's dark, ink-like eyes, feeling that her vision was becoming blurred little by little. She seemed to feel that the sound of her heartbeat had drowned out the sound of the waves outside the window, and the dizziness was unbearable but had an indescribable dreamy feeling.

　　The afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the two of them through the clean glass, and the dreamlike light made Gu Xijun forget herself and the despicable tactics of the man in front of her in this instant.

　　In the midst of this pleasure, Gu Xijun clenched her teeth to prevent herself from making any sound. Like a puppet on a string, every inch of her body's nerves moved mechanically at Cheng Zihao's mercy.

　　The first attempt was not as painful as others had said it would be. For her, it seemed to be a relief, a goodbye to her past ridiculous self.

　　Farewell, former whole self.