4.One night encounter

In the secluded depths of the hotel, there is a standalone courtyard suite gently encircled by lush woods.

The dense branches and leaves intertwine, forming a natural barrier that keeps out all the hustle and bustle of the outside world, leaving behind only tranquility and peace.

As the gentle breeze blows, the leaves rustle softly, as if whispering the secrets exclusive to this place.

Tang Qian is dressed in an exquisite cheongsam that outlines her graceful figure, fully showcasing the charm of an oriental woman.

However, just when she is least prepared, a powerful force suddenly strikes. The man is agile and his movements carry an irresistible momentum. With one hand, he easily lifts her up, takes a few steps to the bedside, and then roughly pushes her onto the large, soft bed.

The large bed sags slightly under the impact of this force, and the soft bedding on the bed also shakes gently.

Then, the man's hands, with a hint of urgency and roughness, violently tear open the buttons on her cheongsam.

One by one, the buttons come off the cheongsam under his brute force. Some bounce onto the bed, while others fall onto the floor, making a soft "tick-tock" sound.

There is no tenderness or pity in his actions, as if Tang Qian in front of him at this moment is just an insignificant existence.

But just as they are about to reach the most crucial moment, the man seems to suddenly realize something. He reaches out and decisively turns off the bedside lamp.

The entire room is instantly plunged into darkness, with only a faint sliver of moonlight seeping through the gaps in the curtains, casting a hazy light and shadow on the floor.

In the darkness, the man frowns slightly, and an indescribable feeling wells up in his heart. He always feels that something is not right. This strange feeling keeps spreading in his heart, making it impossible for him to ignore.

So, he reaches out and gropes for the switch to turn on the light again. The moment the light comes on, his gaze falls on Tang Qian, and a flash of surprise crosses his eyes. He can't help but blurt out, "Your first time?"

Meeting his gaze, the corners of Tang Qian's mouth turn up slightly, revealing a faint smile, and she retorts, "So what?"

Ye Fan stares at the stunningly beautiful face just inches away from him, his heart full of doubts and confusion. He presses on, "Are you crazy?"

Tang Qian's tone remains as calm as ever, as if all this is perfectly normal. She replies, "No."

Ye Fan frowns even more tightly and continues to ask, "Why didn't you say so?"

Tang Qian responds casually, "What's there to say about it?"

Ye Fan sighs and explains, "If you had said it was your first time, I wouldn't have been so rough."

He had originally thought... But now, everything has already happened.

Tang Qian's tone is indifferent, as if she doesn't care about all this at all. She says, "Isn't it all the same?"

Ye Fan's gaze closely examines her face, as if trying to find more from her expression. He says, "What's wrong with you, woman? Are you out of your mind?"

The Tang Qian in front of him has a perfect appearance, but her behavior makes Ye Fan find it a bit hard to understand. Could it be that while her looks are at the top level, her mental state is abnormal? Tang Qian still looks calm and responds, "I'm perfectly normal. Shall we continue?"

Ye Fan remains silent for a long time and averts his gaze. It's too late to say anything now. He reaches out and turns off the light again, and the room is once again engulfed in darkness.

This time, he decides to start over, beginning with the initial tenderness.

Tang Qian senses his change, the corners of her mouth turn up slightly, and she chuckles softly, "Are you always this gentle in bed? It doesn't match your appearance."

Ye Fan's aura is so powerful that people dare not look directly at him. His muscular physique makes him seem as if he could kill someone with one punch, like a typical carnivore! But just now, he became especially gentle.

Ye Fan doesn't answer Tang Qian's question immediately. After a long, long time, his voice rings out in the darkness, a bit hoarse, "I've never done this before."

This sentence is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples in Tang Qian's heart.

This time, it's Tang Qian's turn to be surprised. She never expected to get such an answer. After that, Ye Fan is extremely careful, as if he is treating a precious and fragile treasure. He doesn't even dare to press on Tang Qian.

I don't know how much time has passed. Time seems to have lost its meaning at this moment.

Ye Fan finally stops. He gently gets up, changes his position, and then tenderly picks up Tang Qian and moves her to the side.

The moment he picks her up, Ye Fan can't help but sigh in his heart. She is so light... He can easily lift her up with one hand.

Tang Qian asks softly, "Do you still want to?" Ye Fan's voice is deep, carrying a hint of anticipation and longing, "Can we turn on the light? I want to take a good look at you."

Tang Qian doesn't say anything but reaches out and directly turns on the lamp on the bedside table.

The dim yellow light is like a layer of thin gauze, gently spreading in the room, illuminating Tang Qian's graceful figure.

The light seems to gild her body with a faint halo, making her look even more charming.

Ye Fan looks at the beautiful sight in front of him but closes his eyes.

Tang Qian looks up at Ye Fan above her, a glint of amusement flashing in her eyes, and asks, "Didn't you want to look?" At the same time, she also sees Ye Fan's figure. As expected, it's extremely attractive.

He has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, with perfectly proportioned long legs. His mermaid line and abdominal muscles are perfect, and his whole body exudes an overwhelming and lasting charm.

Ye Fan turns his head away and shifts his gaze. It takes a long time before he looks at Tang Qian again.

This time, his movements are extremely gentle. He slowly places several kisses on Tang Qian's face.

Tang Qian smiles softly as she feels his kisses.

Ye Fan suppresses a certain emotion in his heart and asks, "What's wrong with you?"

Tang Qian smiles and replies, "I like it."

Ye Fan asks in confusion, "You like it even though you don't even know who I am?"

Tang Qian blinks her eyes playfully and says, "I like your kissing skills."

There is still a sense of detachment in Tang Qian's eyes. Even though her body is passionate at this moment, her eyes are always so sharp, as if she can see through everything.

Ye Fan leans down slightly, kisses her eyes, and whispers softly, "You really have no heart."

Then, his lips move down and he kisses her lips. His breath is warm, as if he is holding back something. He doesn't use too much force. One hand gently supports Tang Qian, and his movements are gentle and slow as he proceeds.

Tang Qian laughs and asks, "What are you afraid of?" Ye Fan's voice is low, carrying a hint of concern, "I'm afraid you'll break a bone."

The night passes quietly. I don't know how much time has passed.

Hearing the sound of water coming from the shower room, Ye Fan gets up, puts on a bathrobe, and pushes open the glass door to come to the rattan chair in the courtyard.

The rattan chair sways gently in the night breeze, making a soft creaking sound.

He slowly sits down, takes out a cigarette pack from his pocket, pulls out a cigarette, and lights it. The light of the cigarette flickers in the darkness, then briefly illuminates his face, which shows a bit of fatigue and contemplation.

Soon, the sound of water in the shower room stops. Tang Qian, dressed neatly, walks over with light steps.

The moment Ye Fan sees her, he frowns slightly, his heart full of doubts. What does this mean? Before he can ask, he sees Tang Qian's slender white fingers take out a cigarette from his cigarette pack.

"Pop!" With a clear sound, the lighter's flame flashes, and Tang Qian skillfully lights the cigarette.

She looks into the distance, quietly gazing at the darkness shrouded by the woods, and gently blows out one smoke ring after another. The smoke rings slowly rise in the air and then gradually dissipate.

Ye Fan looks at her and can't help but ask, "What kind of personality do you have exactly? Are you suffering from split personality?"

Tang Qian doesn't answer his question. She just extinguishes the cigarette in her hand and smiles faintly, "It doesn't taste good."

Ye Fan raises an eyebrow and says, "You seem so familiar with it. I thought you often had one."

Tang Qian gives him a sidelong glance and says, "It's your cigarette that doesn't taste good."

Ye Fan gets up and says, "I'll take a shower and then go buy you some lady's cigarettes."

He thinks to himself that he should also buy some food. She didn't eat a bite at the wedding and must be hungry.

However, upon hearing his words, Tang Qian just smiles silently.

She turns around and walks towards the courtyard gate. When she reaches the gate, she doesn't hesitate to open it, steps out, and walks away.

Ye Fan tidies himself up and comes out of the room. When he looks at the courtyard, it is already empty. Only the breeze is blowing the leaves, making a rustling sound, as if telling the story of what just happened.