Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Gently looked back and forth, left and right, and there was really no one else there.

It seemed that she really wanted to wait here for the time being.

Damn!

Is the wind suddenly strong?

Why does it seem to be cold all of a sudden?

Rubbing his arms gently, he walked behind a pillar and sat down with his back leaning on him.

As soon as he sat down, his legs hadn't been bent yet, a clear and faint voice drifted over to his ears——

"Gentle, why are you here alone?"

This voice is-

Huangfu Hao?

Isn't he in the banquet hall?

How did you come here?

Gentle froze fiercely, and clenched his hands tightly.

She took a deep breath, trying to control.

Control your true emotions and not show them.

"Gentleness." Thinking she heard it, Huangfu Hao called out again.

Gentle's fist clenched again, but there was still no response.

It wasn't until Huangfu Hao walked in front of her and came into sight that she stood up in "surprise", with the look of seeing Huangfu Hao just now, "Master Huangfu, why are you not in the hall and came here?"

"..." Huangfu Hao, "Gentle, do we need to be so unfamiliar?"

This tone clearly recognized the gentleness.

Wen Wen froze again, but took a deep breath as hard as she could to maintain her composure, "Master Huangfu admitted the wrong person?"

Standing up gently and gracefully, with a variety of gestures.

On the surface, calm down.

In my heart, I was already panicked and didn't know what to do.

"Am I admitting the wrong person, or are you unwilling to admit it?" Huangfu Hao's long and narrow eyes flashed coldly, and when he looked towards Wen Rou, he returned to his original state.

The gentle heart trembled violently, not daring to look directly at her.

She whispered secretly, hiding her panic.

"What is Master Huangfu talking about? Why can't Yanji understand a word?"

"You really don't understand, or are you pretending not to understand?" Huangfu Hao took a step forward.

Back away gently, with your entire back against the post.

Huangfu Hao was extremely close, less than ten centimeters away.

Gentleness can even be felt, his breath brushing his cheek.

Wen Rou's body was as stiff as a statue, and her back was covered in cold sweat, completely wet...

"Gentle, why are you here? The kidnapping was done by Dongfang Aoshi?" Huangfu Hao said, reaching out his hand, wanting to touch her face.

Gentle and stiff, short of breath.

She did not expect that Huangfu Hao really recognized herself.

It's tempting to admit.

But thinking of his current situation, and his body being humiliated time and time again by Dongfang Aoshi...

Wen Rou felt deeply guilty, felt that she was dirty, had no face at all, and recognized Huangfu Hao.

"Master Huangfu, you have misunderstood the person. I am not the person you said. I am Yan Ji, the prince's favorite... Ugh!"

A pair of arms suddenly came over and hugged her waist tightly.

A strong masculine breath approached, enveloping her.

Before Gentle could react, her lips had already been grasped.

Huangfu Hao trapped Wen Rou with his body, and forcefully kissed her.

Unexpectedly, Huangfu Hao would suddenly make such a move, Ruan Wen was stunned, unable to react at all.

The long-missed kiss, the lost and found kiss.

Huangfu Hao kissed her deeply, and the lingering kiss conveyed deep thoughts.

Gentleness is forced to endure, and gradually softens in the familiar kiss...

Almost, he stretched out his arms to hug Huangfu Hao.

Almost.

Really only a little bit.