The Maybach drove into the underground passage of Cloudtop Apartment.
Completely different from the public garages of ordinary residential buildings that are completely exposed, the design here is extremely luxurious and private.
The passage was wide with soft lighting, guiding the vehicles to their independent areas.
Each top - tier resident on every floor had a customized garage space. These spaces were completely separated by thick walls, so they didn't interfere with each other.
At the entrance was a solid electric door, and the access control system was bound to the residents' information.
The Maybach finally stopped in front of the exclusive garage belonging to Gu Chengyu.
"Beep -"
"Verification passed."
The door slid silently to both sides, revealing a well - lit and spacious private garage inside.
There was a sense of seclusion and tranquility.
The car drove in smoothly and stopped in the center.
As soon as Zhao Cheng parked the car and turned off the engine, Gu Chengyu's voice rang out, with an undeniable command: "Get out."
Zhao Cheng was startled and immediately replied, "Yes, Young Master Chengyu."
He didn't dare to hesitate at all. He quickly unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car, and neatly retreated to the garage entrance.
The door opened.
A few seconds later, the garage door automatically closed again.
The spacious back seat of the Maybach now seemed cramped.
Gu Chengyu held Su Qianqian's whole small body in his arms.
He didn't act immediately. Instead, he just lowered his eyes and stared at the girl in his arms who was dizzy from the alcohol.
"Su... Qian... Qian."
His voice was deep, with lingering anger and a hoarseness that came from his aroused wildness.
Gu Chengyu pinched her small chin and forced her to raise her face. He couldn't help but admire in his heart that she was really beautiful.
If she were sober, with her increasingly willful and spoiled temper, she probably wouldn't cooperate.
The light was dim.
The girl's watery almond eyes were hazy.
Suddenly, she felt the world spinning.
She seemed to have fallen somewhere.
Was it a bed? Why was the bed so small?
...
An hour later.
The garage returned to calm again, only the intertwined breathing sounds of the two people remained.
A few minutes later, the car door opened.
Gu Chengyu carried Su Qianqian out.
His steps were still steady and powerful, but there was an unusual sense of languor.
The man's clothes were no longer as neat as before.
The expensive shirt, which had just been wrinkled beyond recognition, had returned to its original state in an instant.
The collar was pulled wide open, and there were still a few red marks on his neck.
The bottom of the shirt hung messily, with one corner carelessly tucked into the somewhat loose belt.
That pure - hand - crafted belt was now carelessly fastened and a bit crooked, losing its usual neatness.
The black hair in front of Gu Chengyu's forehead was not yet dry and casually fell above his eyebrows.
There was less anger on his handsome face and more of the wildness that hadn't completely faded away, as well as a sense of unfulfilled ferocity.
Su Qianqian, who was held in his arms, was completely exhausted after being bullied.
She curled up limply in his arms. Her pair of lotus - like arms were wrapped around his neck, and her small face was deeply buried in his neck, only showing a pink - tinged and sweaty side face.
Her originally loose fishbone braid had already come loose, and her black long hair was messily stuck to her snow - white neck and temples.
That blue dress was also not worn properly and was carelessly wrapped around her body. One of the cuffs wasn't even on, revealing the girl's delicate shoulders. There were some glaring red marks on the creamy skin of her shoulder socket, spreading all the way to her chest.
As for her calves, half - covered by the skirt, there were also some ambiguous marks left by the man's kisses.
Below were a pair of jade feet, small and delicate, but now empty, not even a sock on.
There was a clear red fingerprint on her slender ankle, branded on the snow - white skin, silently telling the intensity of what had just happened.
The two got on the elevator, and the back - seat door of the Maybach in the garage was still open.
Inside the car, there was faintly visible a balled - up white soft fabric belonging to the girl, pitifully left in the corner of the leather seat by its owner.
