The green camphor tree has a deep view

As the cell phone rang again and again, the sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the mess in the room. Xing Lu forced herself to open her eyes and reached for the cell phone on the bedside table, but the pain in her waist restricted her movements.

"Your client." The man behind her gently pressed her waist with one hand, took her phone with the other hand, glanced at it casually, and said with a smile, "Answer the phone properly and don't talk nonsense."

"Hello?" Xing Lu tried her best to ignore the big hand kneading her waist and cleared her throat, "Qing'er, what's wrong?"

"Sister Lu, I sent your luggage to your house, but the courier said that there was no one at your end to sign for it. Are you... not at home?" Wen Qing's hesitant voice came from the microphone.

Xing Lu's suitcase is very big, it is filled with clothes, shoes, cosmetics and bags. Although there are nothing valuable in it, they are all things she uses on a daily basis. If something is lost, it will be very troublesome to buy a new one.

"I'm out meeting a client and won't be back until later." Xing Lu said without any burden.

How can you survive in the underworld without the ability to speak eloquently? She has long been accustomed to it.

However, at this moment, the big hand on the waist suddenly paused, and then kneaded it harder, obviously with some emotion.

Xing Lu turned her head to take a look, frowned, and turned back to continue the call: "Qing'er, can you please ask the courier to drop it off at my neighbor's house across the street? It's the same if he signs for it."

"Neighbor..." Wen Qing was still worried, "Is he reliable?"

"Reliable. We often help each other sign for express deliveries." Xing Lu finished speaking, and then thought of something important. "By the way, we're going to the Lin's Restaurant at 7pm. Do you need me to go ahead?"

"Song Jingshen said that he would go by himself." Wen Qing sighed slightly and said worriedly, "They agreed to meet in a private club, and we can't find the place. I don't know how their talk will turn out, but it should be fine..."

"Oh..." Xing Lu changed her position with difficulty, moved a little further away from the man, and said after taking a breath, "Then wait for him and see how they can reach an agreement."

"Sister Lu, are you okay? You sound very tired." Wen Qing asked worriedly, "Did you go home too late last night and catch a cold?"

"I don't have a cold, I'm just a little tired. I'll be fine after a rest." Xing Lu smiled, said a few simple words, and hung up the phone in a hurry. When she turned around, she saw Fang Ziming looking at her with a frown.

"What kind of good neighbor is this? He can even pack your luggage for you." Fang Ziming asked in a deep voice, stretching out his arms and pulling her back into his arms.

"A distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor. Isn't it human nature to help each other?" Xing Lu was pressed in his arms, breathing a little difficult, "Why don't you get up? Don't you have anything to do today?"

"I'll accompany you today." Fang Ziming lowered his head and kissed the crook of her neck, his big hands stroking her skin up and down. His breathing became heavier and his body temperature gradually rose.

Xing Lu was really scared and begged him repeatedly, "Stop it... My waist can't take it anymore..."

"You're just getting started. You weren't like this before." Fang Ziming raised his head and looked at her disapprovingly. "You're just lacking exercise."

"Yes, yes, I've been busy making a living since I came to Beicheng, and I really haven't had time to exercise. I'm not physically strong enough, please forgive me." Xing Lu supported herself with her hands in front of her, keeping a little distance between the two of them.

"No need to work out, it's just right now." The man was in high spirits and couldn't let go of her body. Seeing that she was being awkward, he simply turned over and pressed on her. "You have a good neighbor to collect your luggage, so what are you worried about? It's rare that I have time, so I'll take you to exercise well today."

Xing Lu was so anxious that she almost cried: "I...I'm going to take a shower. I'm not feeling well."

"Wash later." The man's eyes were filled with an inextricable desire for possession, and the bottom of his eyes were as dark as the thick night, as if a storm was brewing.

Xing Lu closed her eyes, feeling hopeless. The only comfort she had at this moment was the pill she swallowed last night. However... he was so persistent, what if the pill wasn't effective enough...

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. The man picked her up and sat her on his lap.

"Distracted again?" Fang Ziming pinched her buttocks. Seeing her frown in pain, he felt better. "What are you thinking about? Your shabby luggage or your good neighbor?"

Xing Lu came back to her senses and saw the strong and arrogant face in front of her. She couldn't help but trace his brow bone, nose bridge, eyes...

He is still himself. As domineering as ever, he doesn't care about anything as long as he is happy.

Since she was with him, it was only natural for her to obey him and comply with him.

As long as he was happy, she had to be happy - she had no reason not to be happy to be his accessory.

Fang Ziming found that Xing Lu was not in the right state today. Her body was still as tempting as a poisonous apple, but her eyes were like a needle, piercing deep into him, as if she wanted to split him open and see him clearly.

"Have you seen enough?" Sweat had already seeped out of the man's brows and hair, but his movements became increasingly forceful, forcing her to gasp for breath and sweat all over her forehead.

"Do you want to lie down and continue watching?" He held her up and asked with a smile, "It's as soft as water, why is it so useless?"

Xing Lu stiffened her neck and said stubbornly: "You are all sweaty, so don't lie down. Go take a shower after you are done..."

The man snorted and said nothing more. He just held her tightly with his arms, using his actions to tell her the price of being stubborn.

Xing Lu was tossed around so hard that she felt cold and hot at times, and she was convulsing uncontrollably as if she had the hiccups. For a moment, her moans sounded like she was crying. She was so embarrassed that she quickly bit her lips, not letting out any sound. Only hums came out of her throat, sounding like a whimpering bird.

"If you want to scream, just scream." The man pinched the soft flesh on her waist, feeling her body trembling with satisfaction. "It's soundproof here, no one else can hear you. Be good and scream for me."

Xing Lu was panting and trembling, but her lips were tightly closed until she was invaded by the man's lips and tongue.

"Hmm..." Xing Lu's last bit of resentment was forced away by the tide. She seemed to be floating on the sea, with no village in front and no shop behind. There was only a piece of driftwood supporting her, floating and sinking.

She hugged him tightly, her forehead and body covered with sweat, making her almost exhausted: "Let...let me go, I really...can't stand it anymore..." She begged, her breath was weak, but her body was still tightly entangled with his, smooth and flexible, making him unwilling to let go.

"It would be great if you could let go." The man's sigh rang in her ears, accompanied by hot, heavy breathing.

"I can't let you go, Xing Lu. I have to trouble you, please stay by my side forever."