me in Geneva and Melbourne,Even after half a year,She did not forget, nor could she let go and find peace, nor had she forgiven him.She had always harbored resentment towards him, for his coercion of...Wen Man walked out of the villa.

The rain intensified, shrouding the world in a misty veil. Under the dim streetlights, the ground shimmered with puddles.

Wen Man walked in high heels, blankly, on the cold rainy night. She walked for a long time, until her high heels wore through her feet, and crimson blood flowed down her fair instep.

It hurts so much...

Wen Man slightly raised her head, letting the cold rain fall on her face.

To have loved Gu Changqing was her misfortune!

Now all she felt was hatred for him. She wasn't willing to spend her life repaying him; she would rather die with him.

Wen Man's eyes were hot with tears, but in the cold night, her tears seemed insignificant! She slowly squatted down, letting the rain wash over and cleanse her...

A black umbrella shielded her, its tall figure enveloping her entirely.

Wen Man lifted her face.

She saw Huo Shaoting!

He was dressed in a suit, as if he had just come from a formal event, mature and handsome. At this moment, he gazed at her, the heat in his eyes making Wen Man's heart flutter.

It's him again, Huo Shaoting!

Why did he always appear when she was at her most vulnerable, while she... found redemption.

"Teacher Wen, I've been looking for you all night." Huo Shaoting's voice was low and husky, more captivating than a cello.

Wen Man looked up at him as he extended his palm towards her.

She was completely still, her whole body rigid and unresponsive.

"Poor thing." Huo Shaoting sighed softly.

He simply bent down and scooped her up in his arms. She was already soaked through, dampening his clothes as well, but who cared

Ho Shao-ting was very hot, Wen Man only then came back to her senses.

She was so close to him that she could bury her head in his neck if she tilted it down just a little. Their positions were incredibly intimate, so intimate that Wen Man felt a sense of…wrongness.

She felt it was wrong and wanted to struggle.

However, Huo Shaoting spoke in a hoarse voice: "Don't move!"

He gently placed the umbrella handle in her palm, his hand was too hot, too hot. Wen Man wanted to pull away but he wouldn't let her, almost immediately enveloping her soft palm with his own.

Wen Man stared at him, her red lips parted slightly, invitingly.

Ho Shao-ting leaned down and kissed her, entwining with her in a rain-soaked embrace.

The rain continued to fall in a steady drizzle, and the world around them seemed silent save for the two of them. Wen Man was initially resistant, but Huo Shaoting was unexpectedly domineering when it came to matters between men and women, and she slowly succumbed.

A large black umbrella fell to the ground and was blown away by the wind...

Wen Man couldn't help but hug the man's neck and kiss him, her helpless state was like offering herself to him. Those sounds of passion made her blush and her heart race...

At this moment, words are unnecessary. Their understanding is mutual!

Gu Changqing, it doesn't matter anymore...

Ho Shaoting took Wen Man to his luxurious apartment in a bustling area. He glanced at her wet clothes and took out a black shirt from the closet and gave it to her: "Go take a shower and change your clothes. Just wear this for now, I'll have my secretary bring you some new ones tomorrow!"

Wen Man is 24 years old, not naive to the point of knowing nothing.

She silently took the shirt and then looked up at Huo Shaoting.

Ho Shao-ting, however, took a bathrobe and went to the guest room. Wen Man was surprised but not so nervous anymore. At this moment, she had time to look around Ho Shao-ting's bedroom.

He prefers modern art with a heavy metal theme. His entire bedroom is decorated in a cold and hard style, with a very strong personal touch.

Dark gray furniture.

Black sheets, black curtains.

Wen Man lightly bit her lip, then went into the bathroom... When she came out, she was only wearing his shirt.

Huo Shaoting is very tall, probably around 186 centimeters. His clothes are so loose and comfortable that they look like pajamas. The color suits his skin tone very well. Underneath the shirt hem, there are a pair of white and slender legs.

When Huo Shaoting came in to get some files, he saw this scene.

His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.though they often talk on the phone, it's still different from seeing each other in person.She ran a few steps and then turned back, her little face flushed as she asked Huo Xi, "Can I take my younger...