CHAPTER 511: CHAPTER 210: THE MOST ALLURING NIGHT

(Sprinkle minced meat, stew the pot of soup)

Walking on the winding road of Zone 2, the Su Family home slowly blurred behind her. Su Ziceng hailed a passing Mercedes taxi. As she got in, the driver asked out of habit, "Miss, where to?"

Where to? She should head to the Wine Shop, where her everyday items still remained, but the nights at the Wine Shop, accompanied only by cold bottles glistening in various hues, felt unbearably desolate.

"To the Sunshine Apartment in the Fourth District," Pello wasn’t leaving for France until tomorrow, and by now he should be packing. Departing the Su Family, she lost her reasons to stay in Mo City, perhaps she could buy another ticket and join Pello in Europe, in France. Whether Pello was set to be a farmer in France, or whatever else, she was ready to be by his side.

Upon opening the door and seeing that warm face, Su Ziceng couldn’t help but wrap her arms around Pello. Her voice trembled yet clear, "I am free." After uttering these words, she leaned on Pello’s shoulder, feeling the hot wetness swell in her eyes and spill over onto it.

Pello did not hug her back immediately, restraining his hands and asking in a low voice. Once Su Ziceng had explained everything, the expression on his face was hard for her to describe in words.

Half-jokingly she said: "What’s the matter, are you disdaining me for losing the title of Miss Su?" She deeply believed Pello wasn’t that kind of person, yet her heart inevitably clenched, waiting for his reaction.

Pello’s response was swift and fervent, even inexorable. His hands undid Su Ziceng’s coat, followed by her bra, kissing every part of her body. Blushes of cherry blossoms bloomed on her neck, earlobes, shoulder blades, and abdomen.

Sweat burst from their pores, indistinguishable whose hands were, or who was more forward. The friction and collision of hair and flesh sparked fires, passion consuming reason, leaving only a fervent taste.

In the apartment, Su Ziceng and Pello’s clothes were scattered among the luggage still to be packed.

Yes, Su Ziceng was free, her body and mind returning to freedom after today. Pello felt cruel watching Su Ziceng gasp underneath him. At the moment of penetration, he trembled uncontrollably, the sense of fullness in his body and the surging joy in his heart like a raging flood.

He told himself this was his final punishment for Su Ziceng, to possess her fiercely before abandoning her, orchestrating a reckless onslaught, surrounded by her bird-like warbles, a sense of delight as refreshing as rain after drought.

After the passion, Su Ziceng drifted into a deep sleep, her damp hair tangled across her chest. Pello carefully parted her hair, revealing the blushes on her skin rising under his fingertips. She stirred slightly, a frown crossing her brow. Pello propped himself up to look at Su Ziceng’s face; in the dark night, her forehead and hairline drenched with sweat, her lips curved in a smile, her face faintly glowing, captivating beyond word.

His hands moved, and quickly her body responded again. Su Ziceng struggled to open her eyes; she was indeed exhausted and tried to voice her refusal, but Pello paid no attention to her discontent, intruding inside her body once more with almost brutality.

He was somewhat different tonight. When Su Ziceng realized this, a new onslaught plunged her consciousness back into the whirlpool of lust, beyond her control.

The silent night passed, Su Ziceng woke up very late, the memories of the night and the soreness in her lower body left her in a daze for a while, Pello’s scent still lingering on her body. She shifted her arms and realized the space beside her was empty.

"Pello," Su Ziceng struggled to squeeze her legs together, the bed was a bit messy, but that was nothing compared to the disarray on her body. Her face flushed, she looked around, but Pello’s clothes from last night were nowhere to be found.

Su Ziceng called out again, met only by the stifling air of the room. Inside the grey-toned space, everything was neatly in place, last night’s confusion seemed like just a dream.

Stumbling as she stood up, the cold marble floor clashed with the warmth of her body.