Fog clears from Hong Kong Island

The glass door opened again and Xi Jinbai stepped in.

Just as Sang Yu was about to ask him what he wanted to drink, the proprietress said in surprise: "Sir, it's really you."

"Huh? Do you know each other?" Sang Yu was puzzled. Xi Jinbai didn't come to Paris often, so how could he know the proprietress here?
"Your boyfriend has been here a few times before. He's so handsome, it's hard not to remember him." The lady boss explained with a smile, and then asked Xi Jinbai: "Is it espresso?"

The latter responded calmly: "Yeah."

After finding a table and sitting down, Sang Yu asked the man opposite him in confusion: "When did you come here?"

"I'll come when I'm on a business trip."

"Do you also like this kind of roadside cafe?"

As far as she knew, Xi Jinbai would never waste his time in such a leisurely place where he could drink coffee.

"Because you like it," he said.

Sang Yu's gaze froze for half a second. She seemed to understand the meaning behind this sentence. Her red lips slightly opened, but she didn't know what to say.

Xi Jinbai had never thought that he, who had always been calm and rational, could not control his emotions. For a while, he was like a voyeur. Although he knew that she already had a boyfriend, he still couldn't help coming to Paris to see her, even if it was just a glance from a distance.
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In the evening, the two of them found a family restaurant to eat out.

After the meal, Sang Yu went to the bathroom, and Xi Jinbai waited for her at the door after paying the bill.

Ten minutes later, the little girl came out and saw Xi Jinbai talking to a girl.

Because of the distance, she couldn't hear what was said, but she clearly saw Xi Jinbai smiling at him.

Sang Yu stopped and felt an indescribable discomfort in his chest, which was sour and bitter and blocked his throat.

The girl was very pretty, with a great figure, a curvy figure, and a strong complexion. She had a pure and sexy temperament, the type that every man would like.

Xi Jinbai used to be very cold towards the opposite sex and would never smile at strangers. Could it be that he also likes this style?
I thought he was different from other men, but it turns out there is no difference.

"What are you laughing at? There's nothing so funny about it." Sang Yu complained in a low voice in displeasure.

"Why are you standing here in a daze? Can we leave now?" Xi Jinbai walked over when she was distracted.

Sang Yu glanced at the door and saw that the girl who had just spoken to him had left.

She suppressed her emotions, said "hmm" lightly, and walked forward without looking at Xi Jinbai.

Xi Jinbai had long legs and caught up with the girl in just two or three steps. He grabbed the girl's wrist, but she broke free.

"It's so hot." Sang Yu made up an excuse.

Xi Jinbai keenly sensed something was wrong and asked, "What's wrong? Who made you unhappy?"

Sang Yu subconsciously denied: "No." She didn't want him to know, as that would make her seem unreasonable. It was just a few words with other girls, which was obviously normal. She didn't know why she had become so narrow-minded.

Xi Jinbai did not ask any more questions, remembering what Shen Yan said last time, that girls have a few days of unstable emotions every month. Counting the days, it would be the girl's menstrual period in a few days.

The driver received a call and waited in advance at a parking spot near the restaurant.

As soon as Sang Yu got in the car, he closed his eyes and took a nap. He didn't want to pay attention to the man next to him for the time being. Reason is reason, emotion is emotion, and some emotions cannot be controlled by reason.

Xi Jinbai didn't disturb her and covered her with a thin blanket.

The air conditioner was on in the car because I was afraid she would catch a cold.

After arriving home, Sang Yu went back to the bedroom to take a shower first, while Xi Jinbai answered a phone call to deal with work.

By the time he was done, the girl had already finished her shower, changed into her pajamas and came out of the bathroom.

Xi Jinbai unbuttoned his shirt with one hand and held Sang Yu's arm with the other, "Won't you wait for me?"

"Wash yourself." She pushed Xi Jinbai but didn't push him away.

The man's sleeves were rolled up, revealing his smooth and firm muscle lines, which were tense due to the force exerted, exuding a strong sense of power.

The neckline is wide open, revealing half of the chest muscles.

He has a habit of exercising regularly, and has standard eight-pack abs with clear lines that look like concave and convex mountains, closely connected.

Sang Yu looked at him and his ears felt hot.

Xi Jinbai easily put his arm around her waist, brought her into his arms, and bent down to kiss her.

Sang Yu was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and immediately turned his head away.

The kiss fell on the cheek.

Xi Jinbai continued to kiss her lips.

Sang Yu put his hand on his chest and refused: "Go take a shower."

Xi Jinbai had no choice but to stop, realizing that the problem was with himself. He recalled the situation but couldn't find the root of the problem. He was fine while eating, but became unhappy after the meal.

"Did I piss you off?" he asked.

Sang Yu pinched his sweaty and sticky palms, looked away and didn't look him in the eye, moved his lips, but remained silent.

Xi Jinbai held her cheek and lifted it up, his eyes staring straight at her, "I apologize for anything I did to upset you, only if you tell me can I change." (End of this chapter)