The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

Meng Jiangyu held Shen Qingyao's hand as they walked along the winding stone path. The streetlights cast a warm glow, elongating their shadows. Occasionally, a gentle evening breeze would blow by, carrying the faint scent of lavender, which was refreshing and delightful.

Shen Qingyao leaned against Meng Jiangyu, looking up at the starry sky, her eyes full of tenderness: "This place is so beautiful, like a town in a fairy tale."

"Ah Yu, it seems a bit warmer and warmer here than in the city."

"Yes, this place is warm in winter and cool in summer."

"This is amazing, a masterpiece of nature."

Meng Jiangyu looked down at her, reached out to adjust her coat, and said softly, "If you like, we can stay a few more days."

"Okay." Shen Qingyao nodded with a smile, tiptoed and planted a light kiss on the corner of his lips, her eyes crinkling.

Meng Jiangyu chuckled softly, leaned down and embraced her waist, deepening the kiss. The evening breeze was gentle, the fragrance of flowers lingered, and the night was tender. With you by my side, this was the best scene in the world.

The night, like silk soaked in ink, gently covered the villas on the hillside. The evening breeze carried the fresh scent of grass and trees from the mountains, brushing past Meng Jiangyu and Shen Qingyao.

The two strolled along the stone path, their steps slow, enveloped in a relaxed tranquility.

Meng Jiangyu's palm was warm and dry, firmly holding Shen Qingyao's fingers. He stood tall and straight, walking on the outside, shielding her from the occasional evening breeze.

Meng Jiangyu's gaze fell on her drooping eyelashes, which cast a faint shadow under the streetlights, like butterfly wings fluttering, stirring a soft, delicate feeling in his heart.

"Baby, you are so beautiful."

Shen Qingyao turned her head to look at him, her eyes reflecting the warm yellow streetlights, and smiled gently: "You're captivated by me again, aren't you?"

Meng Jiangyu gave a low groan, his fingertips gently caressing her fingertips, his voice slow and gentle, like warm water: "I can't help it, you're just too tempting."

A dozen minutes later, the two held hands and returned to their room to soak in the hot spring.

The courtyard was meticulously maintained, with a path paved with bluestone slabs winding around the central hot spring pool. Several pots of elegant orchids were placed beside the pool, and the hot spring water emitted wisps of white steam, spreading a hazy mist in the night. The warm temperature wafted over through the steam, dispelling the slight chill of the night.

Meng Jiangyu entered the hot spring wearing swimming trunks, and a few minutes later, Shen Qingyao came to the courtyard wearing a light yellow swimsuit.

The swimsuit hugged her figure, making her skin appear even whiter. Her long hair was loosely tied back, with a few stray strands falling beside her neck, adding a touch of languid femininity.

Meng Jiangyu looked at the girl, his eyes surging with lust. "Baby, get down from here."

Shen Qingyao walked to the edge of the hot spring pool. Meng Jiangyu got up to help her, his fingertips supporting her waist. He touched a soft, warm surface and paused, his eyes darkening. "The water temperature is right, it's not too hot."

Shen Qingyao nodded, her cheeks slightly flushed, whether from the evening breeze or from the intense gaze he had just given her.

Shen Qingyao slowly stepped into the pool. The hot spring water reached her waist and abdomen, and the warm temperature instantly enveloped her body. Feeling comfortable, Shen Qingyao sighed softly, and her eyebrows and eyes relaxed. She leaned against the blue stone by the pool, closed her eyes, and felt the pleasant sensation of the warm water washing over her skin.

Meng Jiangyu sat beside her, his gaze fixed on her the whole time. In the night, the white steam from the hot spring rose in wisps, blurring her outline, but making her eyebrows and eyes appear even softer.

He looked at her cheeks, flushed from the heat, like a ripe peach, with an alluring pink hue. A faint mist clung to the tip of her nose, her lips were moist and naturally red, and tiny water droplets clung to her long eyelashes, like fallen starlight.

Shen Qingyao, usually gentle or lively, had never appeared like this before. Lazy and delicate, she was like a lotus quietly blooming in warm water, carrying a unique fragrance that touched the strings of his heart, causing them to tremble slightly, and then spreading out in waves of excitement that could never be calmed.

The water in the pool rippled gently, making soft sounds. It was so quiet that they could hear each other breathing. Shen Qingyao closed her eyes and spoke softly, her voice shrouded in the steam: "Ayu, it feels so good."

She didn't get an immediate response to her words, only the sound of breathing beside her seemed to deepen. Shen Qingyao opened her eyes in confusion, and just as she was about to turn her head, her wrist was gently grasped. The next second, a warm breath covered her. "I'll make you more comfortable in a moment."

Meng Jiangyu leaned closer to her, his palm gripping her wrist, deliberately using light pressure so as not to hurt her.

His gaze was as deep as the night, surging with an intense, unyielding emotion, which fell directly into her eyes.

His face was very close to hers, and she could clearly see his thick eyebrows, deep eyes, high nose, and smooth jawline. His warm breath brushed against her lips, carrying his unique, crisp cedar scent, mixed with the steam from the hot spring, and entered her nostrils, making her cheeks even redder.

"Shen Qingyao." He called her name softly, his voice hoarse, filled with suppressed emotion, and the last syllable trembled slightly.

Shen Qingyao's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest. She looked into his eyes, which were so close to hers, and saw only her reflection in them. She tried to look away in a panic, but he gently pinched her chin with his other hand, forcing her to look at him.

A moment later, warm lips covered hers.

His kiss deepened, his tongue gently prying open her teeth, entwining with her lips and tongue, savoring the sweetness in her mouth.

Shen Qingyao's mind went blank. She only felt the warmth on his lips burning with a heat that spread from his lips to her whole body, making her weak. She subconsciously reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingertips sinking into his thick black hair.

Meng Jiangyu felt her response, and the emotions in his heart exploded instantly. The hand holding her chin became even gentler, and his other hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her tightly into his arms, letting her press against his chest, feeling each other's burning body temperature.

The hot spring water surged and splashed as the two moved, sending tiny droplets landing on their skin before quickly merging back into the warm water.

The rising steam enveloped the two, isolating them from everything outside, leaving only the entanglement of their lips and teeth.

His kisses landed, from her lips to her chin, and then to the side of her neck. His warm lips brushed against her delicate skin, leaving a trail of burning marks that made her tremble slightly. Soft moans escaped her throat and landed in his ear, the beautiful melody drawing him deeper into her slumber.

Shen Qingyao leaned against him, her body weak, and could only let him hold her and kiss her.

Meng Jiangyu wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her even tighter, pressing her whole body against his, feeling her soft body, their warm skin touching, and even through the thin bathrobe, they could feel each other's temperature.

His palm gently caressed her waist, his movements tender.

As night deepened, the orchids by the pond swayed gently in the evening breeze, releasing a faint fragrance.

The steam from the hot spring pool still rose in wisps, and in the warm water, the two embraced tightly, their lips touching, melting all their affection into the warm water.

Shen Qingyao closed her eyes, feeling his love, and gently ran her fingertips across his back in response to his kiss.

The hot spring water gently churned, carrying the scent of the two of them. In the night, ripples spread out in circles, like the deep affection in their hearts, layer upon layer, endlessly.