More than tempted for you

Chapter 1989 Mother's Death Day

Fifteen minutes later, the door of Lu Shaoqing's apartment came with the sound of password buttons. Lu Shaoqing was sitting in the living room drinking wine. In the dark, he could clearly hear the sound from outside the door, but he did not move.

With a click, the door opened, and in the darkness, it seemed that the five senses would become more acute. He could clearly smell her scent, which was sweet and had a rose-like fragrance.

Bao'er didn't turn on the light, and through the dim street light outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, she saw the person sitting lazily on the sofa in the living room.

She hurried over and stood in front of him, her voice was low and gentle: "I'm here to see you."

He stretched out his hand, and Bao'er held his hand. The warmth in his palm spread to her body, making her feel warm.

He put his arms around her waist and murmured, "You're here, you're here, so good, so good..."

Bao'er touched his head softly: "Shaoqing...you...what's the matter with you?"

"It's nothing...it's nothing..."

He must have drank a lot of wine, his voice was a little vague, but he was in a very low mood. This kind of sadness was directly transmitted to her heart, which made her feel the same.

She held his face and looked at him carefully under the moonlight: "What's wrong with you? Is it because I didn't come to see you immediately? Shaoqing, you are not such a sentimental person."

Lu Shaoqing raised his eyes to look at her: "Today, I arranged a lot of things for myself, and the arrangements were so full that I couldn't think of the things that came to my mind. Then, I learned that you were coming back. I thought, you are back, I will You don’t have to think so much, but you... didn’t come here, didn’t come to find me... I’m bored, so I can only think about it uncontrollably... Today is the anniversary of my mother’s death..."

Bao'er's heart seemed to be tied with a thin thread, and when it was pulled lightly, it hurt.

She gently sat beside him, touched his face, her voice became softer: "I don't know... I don't know that today is your mother's death day, if I knew..."

He kissed her lips without any desire, just kissed gently, as gentle as water, as if an insecure person tried his best to prove that the person in front of him was real, not fabricated.

Bao'er gently responded to his kiss, licked his cool lips, stroked his generous back with both hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't be sad...don't be sad."

Lu Shaoqing left her lips, supported her with his big hands, let her ride on his waist, and carried her upstairs.

Bao'er trembled a little: "Shaoqing... Shaoqing..."

"Tonight...I won't want you, don't be afraid." He felt her trembling, and comforted her in a low voice.

Bao'er lay on his shoulders, and said in a low voice: "I think it's a bit outrageous to do such a thing on the anniversary of your mother's death."

Lu Shaoqing raised his foot and gently kicked the door open, then swung his foot to close the door, and with a plop, the door closed, leaving only a lamp by the bed in the room, which was dim and unpredictable.

He put her on the bed and embraced her, his deep eyes were full of loneliness that made people want to leave.

He said: "I don't have much affection for my mother. My mother is an extremely self-centered person. She doesn't have my father in her eyes, nor our brothers and sisters. What she thinks about is always his own feelings. I am very envious. She, how can there be someone like her who is extremely self-interested, how can a person live so chicly like her?"

(End of this chapter)