91: Enter that forest

A Bulgari presidential suite, 160,000 per night, Wu Fan didn't hesitate at all and directly asked for one.

Wu Fan felt that most things in this world were free for him.

Even women, in the final analysis, were also free.

This was, of course, thanks to the consumption cashback system, which was indeed very powerful.

As they entered the private elevator, Wu Fan took Chen Menglin's small hand.

It was warm and soft.

She shyly lowered her gaze, her pretty face slightly flushed.

Wu Fan smelled a faint, delicate fragrance and couldn't help but take a light breath.

Every woman had her own unique scent, all different.

Chen Menglin's scent was elegant and subtle, making one feel comfortable.

Today, she was wearing a light yellow plush short jacket, a pair of blue skinny jeans, and black ankle-high leather boots.

Her curvaceous figure was fully displayed.

"Menglin, you're so beautiful."

After Wu Fan spoke, he casually put his arm around her slender waist, pulling her a little closer.

He had wanted to use more effusive words to praise Chen Menglin, but the words got stuck in his throat.

Chen Menglin looked up, only giving a shy smile, but didn't speak.

Her body was almost completely falling into Wu Fan's embrace.

Wu Fan felt her breathing gradually become uneven.

Her small, cherry-like red lips curved slightly upwards, giving a natural sense of sweetness.

Wu Fan looked down closely, slowly approaching.

Chen Menglin's breathing was ragged and unsteady.

She felt Wu Fan's faint tobacco scent gradually closing in.

She slowly closed her eyes.

A warm, light touch, followed by a deep, immersive kiss.

"Ding..."

The elevator's arrival chime interrupted the sweet moment.

Chen Menglin gently broke free from Wu Fan's embrace, wiped her lips with the back of her hand, her eyes full of tenderness.

Wu Fan gently brushed away the stray hairs on her cheek, took her hand, and they exchanged a smile.

The 470-square-meter top-floor river-view presidential suite astonished Wu Fan the moment the door opened.

The living room was even larger than the hotel lobby, especially with its high ceiling, which made one feel expansive and relaxed.

The interior decoration, whether it was the furniture, chandeliers, flooring, sofas, bathtubs, or beds, everything visible was a top Italian brand.

The level of luxury was astonishing.

The complimentary champagne was also a famous brand from the 1980s. Imported fruits, pastries, and snacks were all available.

There was even a luxurious and tidy kitchen inside, which could meet the needs of some guests who wished to cook, very thoughtful.

This suite was simply flawless.

Chen Menglin was a little nervous, like a docile kitten, as Wu Fan held her hand and showed her around.

To be honest, it was her first time entering a presidential suite, so she was naturally a bit reserved.

Moreover, having reached this point, everyone knew what would happen next.

Wu Fan quietly asked, "How is it? Do you like it?"

"It's very good, quite stunning."

Wu Fan led her to the window, "Look outside, isn't it beautiful?"

Chen Menglin leaned her head against Wu Fan's shoulder and softly hummed in agreement.

Wu Fan turned his head and kissed her, then embraced her waist from behind, their heads resting together, as they admired the colorful river view and the neon-lit skyscrapers under the night sky.

At this moment, it was as if the whole world only had them.

Chen Menglin softly said, "Brother Fan, do you really like me that much?"

Wu Fan merely gave a casual "Mm" and replaced his answer with wandering kisses.

He actually didn't know if it was love or just a fleeting affair. He might just be craving her body, her beauty.

He had long been numb to women. He might no longer be capable of love.

He had also prayed to heaven on lonely nights for a love that would make him go through fire and water, without hesitation.

But then he would find it amusing; where in this world could there be a woman who would make him love her to madness?

If there truly was, he would also be willing to be devoted and stay together until old age.

Perhaps it was just that the time for fate hadn't arrived yet?

He often comforted himself this way, leaving a little space for pure love in the future.

Doesn't one spend their entire life trying to find someone with whom they can resonate and spend their life together?

Perhaps.

He often felt lost and helpless.

His powerful physique and abundant desires drove him to constantly seek out women, to pursue physical pleasure. What else could he do?

Let life continue as it is for now. Who can predict what the future will hold, or what will happen to this world?

Perhaps in some unknown corner, there are secrets we cannot yet fathom, and when the time is right, everything will become clear?

Chen Menglin's breathing involuntarily quickened.

Wu Fan, however, paused his actions, stepped back, looked at her flushed cheeks, and softly said, "The massage bathtub here is great. How about we go for a massage together first?"

Chen Menglin hadn't yet recovered from the tenderness of the moment. She stepped forward and hugged Wu Fan tightly.

After a long while, she whispered, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

In the pristine white bathtub, Wu Fan first used hot water for a thorough cleaning, mainly because he found it unclean.

In fact, for Wu Fan, after taking the advanced physique pills, he was already immune to all poisons. This was entirely a psychological effect or a living habit.

Chen Menglin looked at Wu Fan, her affection for him increasing by several points.

He was so thoughtful and clean; she loved him, she loved him.

Wu Fan half-reclined in the bathtub, gazing at a landscape painting hanging not far away, pure white... The more he looked, the more beautiful he found it, and his eyes revealed a glimmer of surprise and longing.

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...This night, he was almost sleepless.

When the morning light, refracted through the glass, flooded the room, Wu Fan also woke up in pleasure.

He glanced at the sleeping Chen Menglin beside him and couldn't bear to wake her again; she deserved a good rest.

Her crisp, enchanting soft sounds seemed to still echo in his mind.

Wu Fan smiled faintly to himself, put on his pajamas, and quietly walked out of the room to the living room window, where he lit a cigarette.

The streets were already bustling with traffic, and people rushing about had begun their busy day.

Wu Fan picked up his phone from the coffee table and realized that Pan Shiting had not only called last night but also left a wechat message.

{Where are you? What are you doing? You're not answering your phone. (Sad emoji)}

{Wu Fan, what time will you arrive tomorrow? I want to come to the pier to welcome you in advance. (Shy emoji)}

{Okay, you're busy. When you see this, remember to reply to me. }

Last night, to have an undisturbed feast with Chen Menglin, Wu Fan had already put his phone on silent and left it on the coffee table in the living room.

He calculated the time and replied, "{I can arrive around 11:30 AM. How about we have lunch together?}"

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