The hotel faced the street, with rainy lanes on one side and a wet square on the other. The square was surrounded by gray churches and bell towers. In the distance, was the muddy Arno River and an ancient bridge on the top, in the rain shower.
Lin Qian had never been to Florence before, but she had heard of it for years. Now that the battle was on the way, the two of them fled to the small town at the end of the world, as if they were isolated from the rest of the world, feeling calm and peaceful.
She sat on the bed in the hotel room and sorted the clothes in the suitcase. Li Zhicheng sat on the edge, watching.
Everything was packed by him, in Lin City. She soon discovered something wrong.
She picked up a stack of skirts from the box and showed them to him, "Why did you only pack the skirts?"
Li Zhicheng glanced at the stack of skirts and lifted his eyes to look at her. He faintly answered, "Because your legs are beautiful."
Lin Qian sneared, she couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't convenient to only bring skirts on a trip. But she had to accept the fact.
While putting the skirts into the drawer, she thought, He's never packed clothes for me. Now I've finally found out that his preferences are so obvious and monotonous.
But she soon found out that she had come to the wrong conclusion. Because she then discovered a stack of colorful bras and panties. And his underwear, were all black, neatly stacked on the edge.
Lin Qian started counting, red, black, purple, blue, green, white, brown... She turned and looked at him, thinking, among my entire drawer of underwear, it's not that easy to find so many colors.
"What is this?" She pointed at the stack of fancy lingerie. "Seven colors, are you collecting Dragon Balls?"
Li Zhicheng rested his hands on the back of his head and leaned on the edge of the bed, answering, "They were all random."
Huh!? I don't believe he just randomly grabbed all these seven colors.
In a well fitted shirt, shiny shoes, and his fateful look, Lin Qian was looking at the man right in front of her, as an industry giant, she had a very different picture emerging in her mind. Yesterday, when he was alone at home, he was carefully selecting his fiance's panties and bras, then patiently folding them one by one, into the suitcase.
Fine, she admitted that she suddenly felt it was very pleasant.
When he went downstairs, Lin Qian was looking at his tall straight figure, then something suddenly hit her, although he looks subtle, sophisticated and quiet, in fact, when it comes to sex he's actually pretty romantic, and full of ideas ...Having thought of it, her cheeks grew slightly hot.
From now on, I should also try to spice it up!
Li Zhicheng was standing on the porch and was on the phone. With his ink black hair, sharp jawline, thin coat, and standing in a drizzle, he was handsome like a quiet and still sculpture in the town.
Lin Qian stared at him, with her mind drifting.
"OK, see you later." He hung up and turned to look at Lin Qian. "The car is coming to pick us up very soon." She nodded.
She suddenly came to realization, eyes widened, staring at him, "Your English!?"
Did she hear anything wrong? It was fluent, no different from hers at all.
Li Zhicheng put both hands in his pockets and answered indifferently, "It takes practice."
Come on! Last time in the U.S., he said that he couldn't even order in English? In the past two years, I've never seen him read an English book, not even close. He's pretending to be weak again! In order to chase me at the beginning, he was really wracking his brain!
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Our Glamorous Time
RomanceLin Qian once thought the man she wanted would be handsome and formidable, able to "create clouds with one turn of the hand and rain with another turn" in the business world, causing her to look up to him in admiration. There would be nothing he cou...