Deep Fog Kiss

When the photo accidentally fell to the ground, it was Chung Chiu-wen who picked it up and returned it to Mr. Gu.

He also said thank you, gently brushing away the unseen dust from the photo, his tone softer than ever before.

That evening, Mr. Gu sat alone on the sofa, looked at the photos for a long time, and finally put them away like treasures before leaving the villa.

"Pear..."

Zhong Qiuwen suddenly remembered the girl in the photo; she was so beautiful that she was easy to remember at a glance.

Her eyebrows curved upwards, her smile was playful, and a shallow dimple appeared at the corner of her mouth.

It perfectly matches Miss Jiang's face.

......

The next day, morning light streamed into the room through the sheer gauze curtains, casting neatly cut shadows on the polished floor.

Dust particles in the air danced in the sunlight.

There was a gentle knock on the bedroom door. Jiang Li opened the door, saw who it was, and smiled slightly.

"Good morning, Butler Chung."

The girl's smile was sweet, and her eyes were bright, like the morning light that could dispel the early autumn mist.

Zhong Qiuwen stood respectfully at the door, holding a brand-new haute couture suit in her hand.

Meeting the girl's smile, he couldn't help but smile slightly as well. "Good morning, Miss Jiang. Mr. Gu asked me to bring you some clothes. He's downstairs waiting for you to have breakfast."

Gu Zhishen came over this morning?

"Thanks."

Jiang Li took the clothes and thanked her with a smile.

The suit is a high-end custom-made piece from a luxury brand, with prices starting at six figures. It was a brand that Jiang Li used to favor.

The size was perfect, fitting her figure just right, not an inch more or less.

The color was also her favorite warm white.

After changing my clothes and going downstairs, I was just at the top of the stairs when a bright figure came into view.

Gu Zhishen was sitting on the sofa with his long legs crossed, holding a financial newspaper in his hand.

The modern Chinese-style black suit accentuated his tall and broad back, making him appear even more upright and composed, exuding an air of asceticism.

However, inside the jacket, the white shirt had two buttons undone at the collar, leaving the neckline slightly open, adding a touch of casualness and laziness.

From Jiang Li's perspective, his skin was pale and cold beneath his slightly open collar, and the strong, smooth lines of his chest were faintly visible, the ends of which disappeared into the fine white shirt, giving one the urge to tear off those buttons and feast one's eyes.

After all, Jiang Li had seen his physique before.

Clearly defined and solidly built.

very good.

It makes my mouth water.

Jiang Li pulled the inappropriate images from her mind, stepped downstairs, and greeted everyone sweetly.

"Good morning, Uncle."

The man on the sofa looked up at the sound, his gaze shifting from the financial report to Jiang Li.

The girl's long hair flowed like seaweed, and her beautiful face was lightly made up, making her look both pure and radiant.

As my gaze descended inch by inch, I noticed that the hem of the light-colored long dress was just the right length, and the cinched waist design perfectly accentuated her curves.

His eyes remained calm and deep, yet subtly aggressive.

He gave a slight "hmm" in response.

Jiang Li then noticed that the man wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on his high nose, which concealed some of his cold and sharp temperament and made him look more refined.

They became increasingly aloof, cold, and unapproachable.

It is like a flower on a high mountain that can be admired from afar but not touched.

Four words immediately popped into Jiang Li's mind—"refined scoundrel".

Only Jiang Li knew that although he appeared aloof and arrogant, he was ruthless and crazy at heart.

No one knows that this unattainable beauty is incredibly skilled and wildly passionate in bed.

Jiang Li used to adore Gu Zhishen like this.

She even naively thought that the stronger Gu Zhishen's possessiveness was during sex, the more he cared about her.

The crazier he gets, the less likely she is to lose him.

If she is a lonely little boat adrift in the deep sea, relentlessly battered by the waves, then Gu Zhishen is the harbor in that deep sea.

She stopped by Gu Zhishen's place, once thinking he would be her final destination, and desperately tried to hold on to him.

In the end, I realized that it was all just a pipe dream.

Gu Zhishen is not anyone's haven.

But her little boat was destined never to dock.

"The alcohol not only got into your brain, but it also damaged your ears?"

The man's clear voice rang out, pulling Jiang Li back to reality.

He had put down the financial report he was holding at some point, stood up from the sofa, stood in front of her, and looked down at her.

The imposing height difference of over twenty centimeters forced Jiang Li to look up at him.

Beneath the thin lenses, his amber pupils were beautiful and deep.

Jiang Li was slightly taken aback. "Huh?"

Gu Zhishen found her bewildered expression amusing. He raised his hand and gently tapped her forehead with his long, slender fingertips. "I'm asking you—"

He drew out the last syllable, leaned closer, and his hot breath brushed against Jiang Li's cheek, "Did you sleep well last night?"

The familiar scent of cold wood enveloped Jiang Li. The man moved closer, his gaze level with hers, and she could clearly see her reflection in his amber pupils.

He lightly touched her with his fingertip, as if touching the very tip of Jiang Li's heart.

"I slept very well." Jiang Li met his gaze with a sweet smile. "I had a good dream."

"Oh?"

The man raised an eyebrow. "What dream?"

I dreamt of many people.

Jiang Li's smile deepened, and dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth. "I dreamt of my childhood playmates, my school classmates, and also my great-grandmother, Grandpa Gu, my aunt, Gu Rou, and Uncle Sheng."

Finally, she added, "And Aunt Dong."

She mentioned everyone, but not him.

Gu Zhishen's lips curled up, his smile enigmatic. "Is that so?"

He straightened up and said in a deep voice, "Let's eat."

After saying that, he turned around, took a long stride, and strode towards the restaurant.

Jiang Li followed behind him, staring at his broad back, her breathing becoming heavy and labored.

She lied.

She didn't dream about any of the people she just mentioned.

In her dream last night, only one person appeared—

Gu Zhishen.

In their dreams, their breaths mingled, they kissed passionately, and did everything intimately.

When they wake up, they cannot exchange even the slightest ambiguous words.

She didn't even have the right to ask, "Gu Zhishen, do you really love me?"

Her chest felt tight, and she couldn't say anything she wanted to say.

I want to ask, but I'm not qualified; swallowing it down is too bitter.

Even just looking at his back, Jiang Li felt an urgent urge to hug him.

The two walked through the living room and headed towards the spacious and quiet dining room.

In the vast room, only the sound of crisp footsteps could be heard.

Gu Zhishen knew she was only two steps behind him, so he deliberately slowed his pace, but she didn't come up.

He frowned slightly, looking somewhat impatient, and was about to turn around and call out to her.

Suddenly, the footsteps behind him stopped, and a crisp sound entered his ears.

"I've missed you so much, it's been two years."