[From Paris to Rome: Thirty-Seven, A Special Relationship 2]
The group stayed at the car club until late, nearly past three in the morning, before Long Yu, with a somewhat tired Ye Ye, left the racetrack. Ye Ye didn’t speak during the journey, just quietly leaned back in her seat, staring blankly at the passing scenery…
Long Yu noticed Ye Ye had closed her eyes, and he turned the car’s heater to the maximum. He drove Ye Ye back to his villa. Carrying the sleeping Ye Ye upstairs to the bedroom, he helped her out of her clothes reeking of smoke and alcohol, leaving her in just her underwear, suppressing his own rising desire, he fetched a towel to gently clean her face and body. He covered her with a blanket. Long Yu then turned to the bathroom, needing an ice-cold shower…
After his bath, dressed only in underwear, Long Yu slipped into Ye Ye’s bed, cuddling her like an angel asleep, suppressing the stirring in his lower abdomen, he took deep breaths and slowly drifted into sleep…
As dawn broke, Ye Ye turned over, her hand touching a firm yet warm male body, startling her awake. With sleepy eyes, she looked at the face just inches away. It was Long Yu; his handsome face softened in sleep, lacking his usual wild arrogance, and instead showing a childish innocence. Actually, Long Yu was really good-looking, a typical mixed-race beauty…
Waking up in a man’s arms for the second time, Ye Ye felt no panic. She suddenly felt she had the potential to be a bad girl. Waking up in a man’s arms, her first concern wasn’t her chastity but rather to calmly admire the man’s face… Was she inherently quite open? Ye Ye asked herself…
Feeling someone’s gaze, Long Yu slowly opened his eyes, his deep black eyes meeting Ye Ye’s star-like, bright, and beautiful eyes… “Awake?” Long Yu asked hoarsely. “Hmm.” “Why so early? Can’t sleep more?” Long Yu asked in a deep voice, almost murmuring. “I was startled awake.” Ye Ye said. “Bad dream?” “No.” Ye Ye replied with a smile in her eyes. “Then…?” “I turned over and touched your waist, thought my plush doll had suddenly grown, and it scared me awake!” Ye Ye pouted. Long Yu laughed, pulling Ye Ye into his embrace, their skins pressing tightly together, his blood boiling… Ye Ye felt something hard pressing against her thigh, looking at Long Yu with confusion: “Yu — you —” Long Yu’s eyes were misty with desire, his body urging him to take the woman in his arms, “Ye Ye — I want to —” he murmured, flipping her beneath him: “Is it okay?” Ye Ye was confused; she knew what Long Yu wanted, she didn’t dislike him, she even liked him, but if she gave her first time to him… would she regret it? Ye Ye asked herself…
