hollywood billionaire

Chapter 549 Enjoy the feast
When Han Yi's lips touched Xu Yiru's, the whole world seemed to fall silent.

She could feel the burning heat of his palms cupping her cheeks, and his trembling fingertips betrayed the urgency beneath his feigned composure.

His burning palm was behind her back, and his burning chest was in front of her. This fiery touch made her tremble involuntarily.

The last thing she saw when she closed her eyes was the heavy setting sun outside the window, hanging between skyscrapers, turning the entire sky into a sea of ​​orange-pink.

In the distance, the Manhattan skyline faded into silhouettes in the twilight, and the lights of countless homes began to twinkle like scattered stars. And here they were, kissing in the honey-colored glow of the sunset on the 79th floor, feeling as if they were at the top of the world, or floating among the clouds.

His kiss was domineering and irresistible, yet tender and loving in every detail. It began as a tentative touch, then deepened and lingered. Xiaoru could taste the softness of his lips and smell his unique, reassuring scent. One of his hands remained firmly on her waist, while the other gently caressed the back of her neck, his fingertips weaving through her loose hair.

Xiaoru's mind went blank, leaving only her senses amplified—his slightly rapid breathing, the intimate sounds of their lips entwining, and her own heart pounding like a drum. Her hands, which had been wrapped around his neck, unconsciously tightened, pulling him closer. This seemed to encourage him; his kisses became even more passionate, as if he wanted to meld her into his body.

During a breath, Xiaoru slightly opened her eyes and saw his eyelashes, which were so close to hers, gilded in the setting sun. His eyes, which were always smiling, were now tightly closed, and his expression was so focused that it was almost devout.

At that moment, she suddenly realized that this sudden domineering attitude was precisely the overflowing affection he didn't know how to express.

Xiaoru never imagined when or in what situation she would give herself away completely.

But for a fleeting moment, as she began to feel disoriented, she vaguely sensed that even if it were today, she wouldn't feel any regret.

Every minute and every second of this moment feels like a perfect masterpiece sculpted by fate.

The setting sun cast a golden glow, bathing One57#79 in its light, transforming it into an amber palace suspended above the world. Outside the window, the hustle and bustle of Manhattan was completely shut out, becoming a silent yet radiant backdrop.

They stood atop the world, embracing the twilight of New York.

This was a winter vacation just for them. No pressing work schedules, no academic pressures to contend with; the whole world was gently shut out by this apartment floating in the clouds. All was quiet, and time seemed to slow down, generously allowing them to immerse themselves in their own universe.

Here, all worldly worries lose their weight. Identity, responsibility, the past, and the uncertainty of the future are all quietly melted away by the sunlight and the warmth between them. They are no longer independent individuals who need to face the complexities of the world, but can let down their guard and exist simply as "Han Yi's Xu Yiru" and "Xu Yiru's Han Yi".

Xiaoru didn't know what kind of image Xu Yiru had in Han Yi's eyes, but she knew what kind of person Han Yiru was in her heart.

In her eyes, he wasn't born to be on top of the world, and she wasn't after his wealth. They met during their most ordinary and genuine years, and their mutual admiration blossomed from chance encounters in discussion groups, glances exchanged in class, and daily, trivial sharing on WeChat…

Of course, there was also the car lights that were turned on for her and the car door that was opened for her on that torrential rainy night.

Now, her beloved possesses almost omnipotent wealth and power, standing at the pinnacle in the worldly sense. But when she gazes at him, her eyes still see that clumsy yet considerate boy who, while driving, carefully observes her distraught state, struggling to find words of comfort in his mind.

Despite the dramatic change in their identities, their feelings for each other remained unchanged; instead, they grew stronger and more precious over time.

Xiaoru rarely reads romance novels, but whenever she thinks about her current situation, she can't help but wonder if she's living inside one. And it's the kind of romance novel that all teenage girls secretly read under the covers—a clichéd, over-the-top CEO romance novel, but one that hits every satisfying cliché.

In a luxurious apartment worth thirty million dollars, stood a billionaire whose net worth was ten or even a hundred times greater. His overly close eyes reflected only himself.

His kisses, the warmth of his fingertips, the strength of his embrace—all spoke of a pure longing: to merge with each other, to become each other. In this absolute privacy and tranquility, the tenderness reached its peak, and all reason and concerns seemed so out of place at this moment.

That's it, don't think about anything anymore.

They didn't consider the enormous gap between the two in terms of economics and social class, which was almost insurmountable.

She tried not to think about the upper-class world that was rushing towards her aggressively, which she needed to adapt to quickly.

He also didn't think about those who were drawn to him and became entangled with him after he slowly unfurled his scroll of wealth...

No, no.

This is the one thing she can't help but think about.

Thinking of this, Xiaoru's heart suddenly clenched, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her, and the flames of passion that had been burning so intensely that they were almost uncontrollable were instantly extinguished.

Because she fell in love with Han Yi, a man who used money and power as a magnet and had almost unlimited choices, Xiao Ru found herself living wearily in a chain of comparisons from which she could not escape.

Any outstanding woman who appears around Han Yi will be unconsciously regarded by her as a threatening potential substitute.

And this fear is not unfounded, is it?

After all, Han Yi hadn't really given her enough security in the past year.

but……

From another perspective, what reason does he have to feel secure?

Top-tier beauty is a commodity that can be accessed and even purchased in bulk with capital.

In his presence, the scarce resources that he had once been so proud of were nothing more than commonplace and ordinary resources.

Therefore, she could only try every possible way to retain that last shred of control over her life, her emotions, and her free will.

The source of this sense of control lies precisely in the fact that she has not yet given up her entire being.

This is currently the only thing she can rely on her own strength to choose whether to accept or refuse.

All of her is a gift, reserved only for those who treat her with their whole heart.

Her only asset, her trump card, is one of the few things she has that allows her to stay at the table and avoid a crushing defeat and a humiliating exit from the game against Han Yi.

In the blink of an eye, Xiaoru had made her decision. She was willing, and genuinely wanted, to fully cooperate with any other intimate behavior, but once it reached the final step, she had to resolutely stop, leaving no room for lingering thoughts or compromises. However, Han Yi was not a man who would push his luck; he was extremely measured, skillfully controlling their entanglement on the edge of passion and excess.

He wasn't conservatively hesitant, nor was he radically hasty. What Han Yi displayed was an offensive that combined aggression and probing. Whenever his lips, fingertips, or tongue touched an unfamiliar area he had never been to before, he would slow down, even pause for a moment, meet Xiaoru's eyes, or simply not look at her at all, simply waiting for her to respond with her actions.

Only after confirming that he sees no resistance in his girlfriend's eyes, or senses her stubborn resistance, will Han Yi continue to advance the battle.

As the defender, Xiaoru was naturally aware of this.

This is precisely Han Yi's most attractive quality and the source of his irresistible charm.

The reason she liked him and became increasingly infatuated with him was because of the duality he displayed.

Angels and demons both possessed him.

Deadly, yet curable.

You can perceive his fatal flaws, and you know that they will become the starting point of your downfall. But at the same time, you can also see his good nature and firmly believe that as long as you are willing to devote time, energy and emotion, you will definitely be able to heal him, and thus heal yourself.

Once you start putting this idea into practice, you'll never be able to escape the vortex.

Xiaoru understands all these principles.

But she didn't want to turn back, and it was too late to turn back anyway.

The high walls that had been built and were intended to be defended became ineffective because Han Yi had no intention of breaching them. As a result, Xiao Ru gradually lowered her guard and took the initiative to open the city gates, engaging him in close combat.

She surrendered herself completely to the feeling of the moment, letting Han Yi lead her as she floated and sank in this hazy dream.

The air became sweet and cloying, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights of Manhattan shone even brighter as night fell, like a flowing galaxy spread out on the ground.

The warm golden twilight was gradually replaced by the deep blue night, with only the halo of the city light shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting hazy shadows on their figures.

Xu Yiru was unsure how much time had passed; all she knew was that when Han Yi's offensive finally ceased, she had completely lost the ability to move.

The flow of time seemed to return to normal only at this moment.

As the tide slowly recedes, what remains is boundless peace and a languid satisfaction that emanates from the depths of one's bones.

Xiaoru gasped for breath, feeling as if all her strength had been drained from her body.

Her vision was a little blurry, and she blinked before refocusing on the scene before her.

The apartment was dark, so the Manhattan interior became the only source of light.

The cool, dappled light streamed in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, losing the warmth of dusk and becoming as bright as moonlight, yet carrying a touch of urban alienation.

Silence returned to the room, a silence amplified infinitely, a silence lingering in the air.

In the distance, the faint hum of police cars could still be heard, but at this moment, it sounded like indistinct voice-over from another world. And this apartment suspended high in the sky became a carefully protected, secluded specimen of love, hidden away from the world.

The air still held the lingering warmth of their previous encounter, and the ambiguous scent of their intertwined breaths. Xiaoru could hear her own heartbeat, which was gradually calming but still slightly faster than usual, and she could also hear Han Yi's still-unsteady breathing beside her.

She turned her head to look at Han Yi beside her.

He leaned against the island counter, a gentle smile playing on his lips, his cheeks flushed, gazing at her quietly and intently. His neck formed a beautiful curve, his Adam's apple bobbing gently with each breath. The neon lights of the metropolis cast flickering shadows on his face, softening his usually sharp but clearly defined features.

"Are you alright, baby?"

"Oh no." She tried to twist her body, but found her legs, which were almost cramping, were completely powerless. So Xiaoru could only whine and whimper, "How could it be okay? Just now you..."

"What happened to me just now?" Han Yi moved his face closer and winked at Xiao Ru, who seemed hesitant to speak. "Tell me."

“You were being a big bad guy just now.” Xiaoru struggled to raise her arm and lightly tapped Han Yi’s nose.

"I'm playing the big bad guy." Han Yi nodded thoughtfully, then began to interrogate him using both hands and words, "How exactly did you play the role? Was it like this... like this... or like this?"

Poor Xiaoru had no strength to resist and could only let him do as he pleased, her eyes losing focus once again.

At this moment of renewed passion, Han Yi and Xu Yiru's stomachs both started growling almost simultaneously.

Han Yi's exploration under the other's fabric came to an abrupt halt. The two stared at each other for a few seconds, then burst out laughing.

"Yi Yi, help me up..."

With Han Yi's help, Xiao Ru's feet finally touched the ground again. Feeling numb all over, she clung tightly to her boyfriend's arm to prevent her legs from giving way and causing her to fall to the ground.

"I'll go... wash up first, change into my pajamas and then come help you."

"Go change it, leave this to me."

Han Yi pinched Xu Yiru's little face.

"I'll be quick. We can start eating as soon as you're done washing up."

(End of this chapter)