Three days later.
At the top - tier nightclub, in the Cloud Pavilion private room.
The air was a mix of the mellow aroma of top - notch cigars, the pungency of whiskey, and a faint, sweet scent that even expensive perfume couldn't completely mask.
Gu Chengyu, Shen Que, Qin Yu, and Zhou Yu'an were gathered again.
The circular sofa was like a throne, and they sank into it, resembling uncrowned kings who controlled this city and even the world.
Shen Que still looked as flamboyant as ever. The collar of his shirt was wide open, and there was a delicate - looking and scantily - clad young model snuggling on each side of him.
He was teasing one of them, making the girl giggle coquettishly.
Qin Yu was even more unrestrained. The girl in his arms was almost lying half on him, and his hand wandered openly on the girl's thigh, eliciting a feigned resistance and coy coquetry.
Even Zhou Yu'an, who was always noble and self - restrained, had a cold - looking girl sitting quietly beside him. The two were whispering to each other. Their postures seemed distant, yet there was an unspoken air of ambiguity.
Gu Chengyu was sitting in the middle. The collar of his white shirt was casually open, and his cuffs were rolled up to the elbows, revealing his fair, cold wrists and a low - key yet luxurious watch.
He was holding a half - burned cigar between his fingertips, and the curling smoke blurred his deep eyebrows.
"Tsk, Chengyu," Shen Que pushed the girl in his arms away, picked up his wine glass, and smiled mischievously. "You don't seem to be in high spirits."
"What, are you still brooding over the humiliation of being glared at by that beautiful Lin woman the other day?"
He swirled the wine glass, and the ice cubes clinked against the glass wall. His tone was full of excitement as if he was looking forward to a good show. "Don't hold it in. Dude, I've specially found someone for you to let off some steam today."
He snapped his fingers.
The door of the private room was pushed open, and a girl in a simple white dress timidly walked in.
She looked very young, about eighteen or nineteen years old. Her long hair was gently draped over her shoulders, and she had only a very light makeup on, showing her delicate features.
Indeed, as Shen Que had said, she exuded a fresh and clean air. Her shy eyes were like those of a fawn that had strayed into a pack of wolves.
"Come here," Shen Que waved at her.
The girl obediently walked to Gu Chengyu's side and sat down carefully, only daring to sit on the very edge of the sofa. Her hands were nervously clasped on her knees, and she slightly lowered her head, revealing a slender, fair neck.
"How about it?"
Shen Que nodded his chin towards Gu Chengyu, looking proud. "I saved this one specially for you. She's a new darling of mine. She's very pure."
"As for her voice..." he deliberately elongated the tone, "it's as sweet as a nightingale's. And her waist..."
His eyes scanned the girl's slender waist. "It's so thin that you can almost break it with one hand."
"Most importantly, she's all fresh and tender. I guarantee you..."
Shen Que was still rambling on, but Gu Chengyu only glanced casually at the girl and then looked away, taking an unenthusiastic puff of his cigar.
Pure? Fresh? Innocent?
In the past, although this type wasn't his favorite of the glamorous kind, it wouldn't have been bad to try something new once in a while.
But now...
Uncontrollably, the delicate face of Su Qianqian appeared in his mind.
The same age, the same innocent - looking type, but that little girl had a hint of coquettishness in her eyebrows and eyes. She was charming without even realizing it, both pure and seductive.
Those big, watery almond eyes were clear and innocent when looking at people, and the corners of her eyes would turn red and glisten with tears when she was emotional, which made one's heart tremble.
The eyes of the girl in front of him didn't have a fraction of that liveliness.
His gaze passed over the girl's nose.
Her nose was quite delicate, but it was far from the small, upturned, and exquisitely - lined nose of his little girl.
His eyes landed on the girl's chin. It had a bit of round, childish chubbiness.
While his little girl's chin was pointed. When she slightly tilted her head up, it was so soft and vulnerable that he always wanted to gently stroke it with his fingertips.
Looking further down, Gu Chengyu's eyes darkened.
The neckline of the white dress wasn't very low, but one could still see some curves.
It was round, but compared to the plump and perky curves of his little girl, the chest shape of this girl in front of him was rather unremarkable.
The waist? Shen Que said it was thin?
It was indeed thin.
But it still couldn't compare. It didn't have the little dimple in the small of the back that he loved.
His eyes finally landed on the girl's legs that were tightly together.
Under the white skirt was a well - shaped, standard peach - shaped buttocks, full in shape.
But in his mind, he flashed back to the round, plump, and elastic curves of his little girl when she was on his bed.
That was the most perfect creation of the Creator, a battlefield where he loved to linger.
This one in front of him was too artificial, too contrived.
As for the legs, the girl's legs were quite well - proportioned and long.
But compared to his little girl's fair, tender, straight, and well - proportioned legs that could easily wrap around his waist and bring him an ultimate experience, they were far inferior. Everything was far inferior.
Gu Chengyu swallowed hard, picked up his wine glass, and downed the remaining whiskey in one gulp. The pungency rushed straight to his throat, but it couldn't suppress the restlessness and disgust in his heart.
The more he thought about it, the more uninteresting he felt.
Moreover...
In front of his eyes, he saw the image of Su Qianqian pouting aggrievedly, with red - rimmed eyes accusing him, and the way she actively wrapped her arms around his neck and coquettishly pleaded with him.
He had personally promised her that for the time being, she would be the only one.
Although it was only temporary, he, Gu Chengyu, always kept his word.
And what if that little girl found out? What if she cried again or got angry with him?
If that little mouth pouted and refused to let him kiss, the loss would be huge.
Not to mention in bed, Gu Chengyu's eyes darkened even more.
That little girl's delicate body would go limp after just a little bit of... Her eyes would turn red at the corners, and she would sob pitifully.
He always worried that she would get dehydrated, so he always kept warm water by the bedside and would half - hug her during breaks to coax her to drink a few sips.
"Chengyu? What are you daydreaming about?" Shen Que's voice interrupted his thoughts. "I've brought the girl to you. So, doesn't she suit your taste?"
Gu Chengyu came back to his senses and stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray.
He looked up at Shen Que, his voice low and lazy:
"I've been on a 'vegetarian diet' recently."
He leaned back into the soft sofa, casually crossing his long legs. His gaze passed over the girl beside him who was looking at him with eager eyes, with a kind of aloof indifference.
"Keep this 'nightingale' for yourself, Shen the Second."
The amorous sounds in the private room seemed to stop for a moment.
The smile on Shen Que's face froze. Qin Yu's hand on the girl's body also paused. Even Zhou Yu'an cast a surprised look from behind his glasses.
Gu Chengyu... on a 'vegetarian diet'?
This was even more unbelievable than the sun rising in the west.
Everyone knew that he was very interested in this aspect and was extremely talented in it.
The others exchanged a knowing smile. No one really believed it, but seeing that he didn't want to talk about it, they wisely didn't press further.
Gu Chengyu ignored their looks and poured himself another glass of wine.
He swirled the wine in his glass and cast his eyes out of the window at the dazzling night view. However, his mind was completely occupied by the innocent yet alluring little girl at home, the one who had captured his heart and made him willingly remain chaste.
Damn it! This nightclub is so fucking boring.
It's not even as good as going home and hugging his sweet and soft little cupcake.
