His physiological preference

The sound of two people laughing echoed down the corridor, fading into the distance until it was finally cut off by the sound of the elevator doors closing.

Only two people remained in the room.

The river view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows unfolds quietly in the night, and the lights of the cruise ships move slowly on the river, like glowing fireflies.

The roses bloomed quietly on the coffee table, the dewdrops on their petals glistening under the lamplight. Their hands were still clasped, neither letting go.

Qin Yuzheng looked down at her. She looked down at the tips of her shoes, her ears as red as freshly cooked shrimp.

"Do you like the bracelet?" Qin Yuzheng asked.

Yang Zhiyan looked up at him, smiled, and said she liked it.

Two hours earlier, she was sitting in a coffee shop forcing a smile at a blind date who was supposed to have a son with her for life.

She was now standing in the Jinhao Hotel, with the riverside night view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and in front of her was her boyfriend holding roses, his ears burning red.

Her palms were sweaty, and she couldn't tell if they were his or hers.

When I returned to Shengshi Tianxi, it was almost midnight.

The elevator stopped on the twenty-second floor, and the two of them stepped out and walked to their respective doors. Yang Zhiyan rummaged through her bag for her keys, which were at the very bottom of the bag. It took her quite a while to find them.

She stood at her door with the key in her hand, while Qin Yuzheng stood half a step behind her, not opening his own door.

She inserted the key into the lock, turned it, and the door opened. Yang Zhiyan stood in the doorway, not going in immediately.

She turned around, about to say something, when Qin Yuzheng spoke up.

"girlfriend."

The two words, spoken by him, were deep and melodious, with a captivating allure.

Her heart skipped a beat. He was calling her. Not "Zhiyan," not "Miss Yang," but "girlfriend."

The title was new and only took effect tonight; he couldn't wait to use it, like a child who had received a new toy and wanted to open it up immediately.

"Can I have a hug?" His voice was filled with eager hope, and it sounded a bit like he was pleading.

No, it's too much for a political bigwig to act cute with her; my heart can't take it.

Yang Zhiyan nodded slightly.

Qin Yuzheng took a step forward, reached out, and pulled her into his arms.

His scent was fresh and pleasant; a mere whiff was enough to easily unsettle one's mind.

His chest was broad, and her face was pressed against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat, thump-thump-thump, fast, at the same frequency as hers.

It turned out he was nervous too. His arms were around her waist, one hand on her side and the other on her back.

He held her tightly, and the sense of security in his arms made Qin Yuzheng realize that this was not a dream.

"Baby," he suddenly said, his voice coming down from above, muffled and trembling with the vibration of his chest, "holding you, I really don't want to be apart."

Yang Zhiyan buried her face in his chest, her hands gripping the hem of his shirt tightly.

Her face was so hot it could fry an egg, and her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

She didn't know what to say or do. She just stood there, being held by him, listening to him call her "baby." This term of endearment was so cheesy. She used to think that people who said those two words were abnormal, but coming from his mouth, she only felt her ears burning, her heart softening, and her skin burning.

"I..." Her voice came from his chest, muffled, "I'm going back to sleep. I'm too tired today."

Qin Yuzheng gently tightened his hand on her waist for a moment, then slowly released it.

He bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead. His lips pressed against her skin, warm and soft, lingering a little longer than the kiss tonight.

"Goodnight, baby," he said. His voice was low, like the night wind blowing through a pine forest.

Yang Zhiyan turned around, opened the door, went inside, and closed it. The movements were swift and fluid, as if she were fleeing.

The moment the door closed behind her, she leaned against the door panel, slowly slid down, and squatted on the ground.

Her face was buried in her knees, her hands covering her face. She could still feel his warmth in her palms, the touch of his lips on her forehead, and the deep sound of him calling her "baby" still echoed in her ears.

Wow. How could he do that? The moment we confirmed our relationship, he was like a completely different person.

Yang Zhiyan squatted on the ground, a thought suddenly popping into her mind: how many girlfriends was she to him? Was he so skilled at this, had he been in many relationships before?

"One generation plants the trees, another enjoys the shade?" She suddenly stood up, walked to the sofa, picked up her phone, and dialed Jiang Siya's number.

beep - beep - beep -

No one answered.

She dialed again, but still no one answered. It was so late; Siya was probably asleep.

She tossed her phone onto the sofa and went into the bathroom. The woman in the mirror had a flushed face, bright eyes, and the warmth of his touch still lingered on her lips.

She turned on the tap and splashed cold water on her face. Water droplets slid down her face and dripped into the sink. She looked up at herself in the mirror and touched her lips.

My first kiss was with Qin Yuzheng.

The bathroom light was white, shining directly on her face, revealing nothing. She smiled at herself in the mirror; the smile was a little silly, but she didn't care.

opposite.

When Qin Yuzheng returned home, his body was burning up.

His body started to heat up the moment he hugged her. When she pressed against his chest, when her face was buried in his arms, when she whispered, "I'm going back to sleep," her voice was as soft as cotton candy. He wanted to hear it a few more times.

He glanced down at his good brother; here he comes again.

Qin Yuzheng gave a wry smile, wondering when he would finally be able to eat meat.

Qin Yuzheng was in a dilemma. He wanted to take a cold shower because he was so bloated, but he didn't want to shower because he had just hugged Yang Zhiyan and her scent still lingered on his body, so he couldn't bear to.

He turned on the showerhead, and the cold water poured down, splashing onto his head, shoulders, and chest.

The cold water in August wasn't cold; it was even a little warm, but it was enough to calm his body down slowly.

He stood under the showerhead, eyes closed, his mind filled with her: the curve of the back of her neck when she looked down, the strength of her fingers on his arm, the warmth of her lips against his, her body trembling slightly in his arms.

I rinsed myself with cold water for half an hour, trying hard to stop thinking about her.

He turned off the water, dried himself with a towel, and stood in front of the sink looking at himself in the mirror. His face was reflected in the mirror.

Fortunately, time has been kind to him; at 35, he remains incredibly handsome and exudes the aura of a mature man in a high position.

Qin Yuzheng, you fell in love for the first time today. You're amazing.

He draped the towel on the rack, went into the bedroom, and lay down.

The bedside lamp was off, and the curtains weren't fully drawn; a thin sliver of light pierced through the gaps and fell onto the ceiling. He closed his eyes, his fingers unconsciously touching his lips.

Tonight's kiss was too short. A fleeting touch, like a dragonfly skimming the water. He didn't even have time to feel the full warmth of her lips. But he knew she was nervous, knew it was her first kiss, so he held back. He thought, there will be plenty of opportunities later.

With all the material for his dream already in place, Qin Yuzheng's dream tonight is even more murky...

In his dream, Qin Yuzheng leaned down and kissed those full, alluring red lips fiercely...

Holding her slender waist, a night of bliss.