I feel right at home in the world of the courtyard house.

"Hey? Minister, why aren't we going to the airport today?"

The liaison officer looked at Li Jing'an with a puzzled expression. He hadn't expected Li Jing'an to call him out and even cancel his trip back to China today.

"Oh, it's like this. I just received a notification that there's a typhoon on our flight path, so we'll have to postpone it for two days. Everyone, hang in there a little longer."

Li Jing'an stood in the corridor, explaining in a calm tone.

The liaison officer was taken aback, wondering to himself—why hadn't he received any notification? And isn't most of this flight path over land? Where did this typhoon come from?

Li Jing'an glanced at him, noticing his disbelief, and added with a smile:

"You know how it is with the weather; anything can happen. When air currents from two countries meet, they rub, compress, collide, and merge, and that's how bad weather comes about. It's normal, it's normal. There are always unexpected situations."

"Alright, let's do it this way. Go and inform everyone."

After saying that, Li Jing'an turned around and pushed open the door to enter the room.

The liaison officer didn't leave immediately. While he was still in a daze, the moment the door closed, a fragrance wafted over and hit him right in the head.

He was suddenly startled—wait, why does the minister's bedroom smell so good?

He was completely baffled and couldn't figure out what Li Jing'an had said, so he had no choice but to turn around and inform the group members.

The group members didn't have any objections—after all, this was a hotel, and where in China had they ever stayed in such a high-class place? In the past, it was all guesthouses.

Li Jing'an returned to his room, locked the door behind him, and walked to the bedside.

Sandrine was still asleep. He looked down at her blonde hair, which was scattered across her face, and a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips. He reached out and gently tucked it behind her ear. Her stunning face was especially captivating in the morning light.

He narrowed his eyes and untied the belt of his bathrobe.

-

After getting up at noon, the two slipped out. Sandrine volunteered to be their tour guide, leading Li Jing'an around the streets of Paris.

Our first stop was the Eiffel Tower.

Sandrine was as excited as a little bird, constantly pulling him to take photos, one after another, as if she wanted to capture every second in the lens, or as if she wanted to announce something to the world.

Li Jing'an looked at her helplessly, sighing inwardly: This foreign girl's physique is really good. After a whole night and morning of this, she still has so much energy. If it weren't for my extraordinary physical condition, I really wouldn't be able to handle it.

"Coming, coming." He saw her waving and immediately put on a smile, quickly walking over to greet her.

In the afternoon, they took a boat trip on the Seine and visited Notre Dame Cathedral. After the trip, Li Jing'an was really exhausted—if they continued like this, he wouldn't be able to perform well that evening.

He tried his best to persuade Sandrine to go back.

-

The door opened, and Bernal was sitting in the living room. Seeing Sandrine enter, his face lit up, and he was about to speak when he caught sight of the face he least wanted to see behind her—the Asian man.

"hello."

Li Jing'an greeted Bernal with a broad smile, despite his stiff expression.

Bernal was stunned. He never expected that this Asian man had already gained such a prominent position.

Sandrine, seeing Bernal standing there without responding, felt it was somewhat impolite and quickly reminded him:

"Bennal, Xie Hui is saying hello to you."

"Oh...oh, hello, hi."

Bernal forced a smile that looked more like a grimace and gave a perfunctory reply.

Li Jing'an, on the other hand, was magnanimous and didn't take it to heart at all—a magnanimous person shouldn't rub salt into someone's wounds.

"Sandrine, what's going on here...?" he asked tentatively.

"We're back to get something; we're going out again in a bit," Sandrine replied.

"Huh? We have to go out again?" Bernal's voice was filled with undisguised disappointment.

"Yeah, I'm just taking two changes of clothes. I won't be coming back for the next couple of days. It's good that I'm not here, so you can have more freedom and try inviting other people over."

Sandrine winked at him, her tone slightly teasing.

Bernal managed a weak smile as a response.

"Bernal, right? I've heard Sandrine mention you; she said you're a good friend of hers."

Li Jing'an reached out at the opportune moment, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of her these next two days."

Because Sandrine was present, Bernal reluctantly extended his hand, offering only a perfunctory handshake. He still clearly remembered Li Jing'an's provocative gesture from yesterday.

"Honey, I'll go find some clothes. You and Bernal talk."

Sandrine finished speaking and turned to leave.

What do Li Jing'an and Bernal have to talk about?

"Let me help you," Li Jing'an immediately followed.

The two squeezed into Sandrine's room, and the door slammed shut.

Bernal was left alone in the living room. He stared intently at the door, his face ashen, his mind racing with images—

They didn't come back last night, where did they go? What did they do? They were so intimate today... last night...

He dared not think any further.

Just as he was about to turn around and go back to his room to escape all of this, a sound came from next door, which froze him in place.

"Don't do this... Someone's there..."

Sandrine's voice was first a gasp of surprise, then tinged with a coquettish laugh.

"Nobody's there? The door's closed, I can't hear you."

Li Jing'an's voice came softly.

"No...didn't we just...done that this morning?"

"What's wrong? You ate lunch, so you're not going to eat dinner? Besides, it's just too wonderful... I want to eat it anytime, anywhere."

"Put your pants on quickly..." Sandrine's voice was a little flustered.

"I won't wear it, I just want you to see my sincerity." Li Jing'an's tone was provocative.

"Ugh..." Sandrine complained, but there was no hint of rejection in her tone.

Bernal was going crazy. He wanted to rush over, kick the door open, and throw the Asian man out the window.

But his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move.

The conversation pierced his ears like needles. Scenes uncontrollably surfaced in his mind—even more disturbing than what he had heard, and the more he tried to stop thinking about them, the more they seemed to seep into his mind.

"Honey...you're amazing..."

Li Jing'an's suppressed voice came again.

"Pop"

"Please don't talk..." Sandrine pleaded in a low voice.

"I'm sorry... I couldn't help it... It was too amazing..."

"Keep your voice down...don't let anyone hear..."

"No... I just want people to hear... I want the whole world to know how much I love you, how amazing you are..."

Bernal's fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. Anger surged up like a tide, reached its peak, and then collapsed suddenly like a deflated balloon.

He turned around, disoriented, staggered into his bedroom, and collapsed onto the bed.

But those voices kept drilling into his mind. He tried desperately to clear his mind, but he couldn't escape them.

Finally, he pulled the blanket over his head, like an ostrich, trying to bury himself in the darkness.

Sudden--

Thump. Thump. Thump.

A rhythmic thumping sound came from next door. It was Sandrine's bed slamming against the wall.

Bernal froze and abruptly threw off the covers.

Thump~ thump~ thump thump thump thump~ thump—the sound was continuous, as if chasing after his nerves.

His face turned pale and then flushed, rising and falling with the rhythm.

Immediately afterwards, Sandrine's voice rang out.

At first, it was faint, like something was being suppressed, but gradually it grew louder and clearer—until finally, she opened her throat completely, as if singing, as if playing a melody that belonged to her.

Bernal's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the wall, his expression growing increasingly dangerous, as if he had reached a breaking point. He slowly raised his hand and placed it on his waist.

Unbuckle your belt!