264: Chapter 264 A Romantic Encounter

Dai Xi sipped her drink with a smile, rolled her eyes at him, and tilted her head back to take another sip.

It was clear that Dai Xi was in a mediocre mood; she even seemed a bit melancholy, stirred by the surroundings.

Chen Cheng, however, was staring blankly at Dai Xi's hands.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a while, Dai Xi turned her head to look and, seeing him staring at her hands, asked suspiciously,

"Is there something wrong with my hands?"

Chen Cheng's lips curled into a wicked smile as he reached out and grabbed Dai Xi's hand, which was resting on the bar counter.

Dai Xi's body trembled, and her eyes widened. "What are you doing?"

Yet, she didn't pull her hand away immediately, and her heart rate involuntarily quickened a few beats.

Seeing that she didn't raise her hand to slap him, Chen Cheng's smile deepened; this little aunt was still quite easy to flirt with.

He grabbed Dai Xi's right hand and 'carefully' examined it. "Sister Xi's hands are very beautiful—long, slender fingers, soft and delicate."

Even for the experienced Dai Xi, being held by Handsome Chen like this caused an uncontrollable blush to creep up her face.

A smile she couldn't suppress hung on her lips. "Is this how you usually hit on young girls?"

Chen Cheng looked up and met her gaze, his expression gentle, a faint smile on his lips. "Usually, it's the girls who hit on me."

Dai Xi chuckled. "You're quite thick-skinned."

After a short while, Dai Xi let out a breath, as if she had made a decision. "I'm more than ten years older than you. Even so, do you still want to hit on me?"

Chen Cheng gazed unblinkingly into Dai Xi's eyes, picked up her hand, kissed it, and said calmly, "Time is like a bottle of vintage wine; only those who know how to appreciate it can understand its richness."

At this moment, Dai Xi's heart was in complete disarray.

Seeing her eyes dart away and even turn her head back toward the bar, Chen Cheng lifted the corners of his mouth in a triumphant smile.

He grabbed her hand with his left hand, interlaced their fingers, leaned in close to her, and whispered into her ear, "Sister, please keep me."

An uncontrollable smile immediately appeared on Dai Xi's face, and she raised her left hand to lightly slap Chen Cheng.

The force was not heavy at all; it was more like flirting.

She said coquettishly, "When did I ever say I would keep you?"

Chen Cheng raised an eyebrow. Whether she kept him or not didn't really matter.

The main thing was that buddy wanted to get to know her better today.

Of course, if he could take Dai Xi and Jiang Nansun to see the night view of the Huangpu River in the future, that would be even better.

Goodness, just thinking about it was exciting.

Chen Cheng felt a surge of heat inside and, exhaling softly near her ear, said gently, "Then I'll keep you, Sister."

Dai Xi trembled, a wave of desire washing over her, and she couldn't help but press her legs together.

This little male demon was too good at flirting; he had set her long-calmed heart fluttering.

Dai Xi picked up her glass and took two gulps to suppress her racing blood.

Watching her small movements, Chen Cheng raised his eyebrows, knowing tonight was in the bag.

He casually let go of her hand, and Dai Xi immediately felt a sense of emptiness in her heart, turning her head to look at him.

She saw Chen Cheng sipping his drink as if nothing had happened.

Dai Xi's mouth twitched; she was so angry she wanted to hit someone.

This demon didn't care about the aftermath.

It took Dai Xi a short while to steady herself from her turbulent emotions.

Chen Cheng changed the subject in a calm tone.

The two sat side by side, drinking and chatting.

Dai Xi worked in architectural design.

Chen Cheng chatted about everything from the caves of ancient ape-men to Classicism, Gothic, Renaissance, Baroque and Rococo, Neoclassicism, the Arts and Crafts movement, Art Nouveau, as well as Modernist and Postmodernist architectural trends.

From Antoni Gaudí to Venturi, Renzo Piano, and Zaha.

During which, some anecdotes about famous people would always make Dai Xi 'laugh out loud', and from time to time, she would lean her head on Chen Cheng's shoulder and pat his chest.

Dai Xi was very surprised at how Chen Cheng could be so familiar with architectural trends.

Chen Cheng spread his hands and said that buddy had a photographic memory and just read a lot of books.

Dai Xi sipped her drink with a smile, looking deeply at this humorous, witty, and incredibly handsome young man.

At first, Dai Xi was just aroused by Scum Cheng.

Now, there was also admiration in the way Dai Xi looked at Chen Cheng.

This man seemed to have an innate, ethereal temperament.

His manner of pointing out the world with ease and detachment fascinated her.

Dai Xi's lips curled slightly as she secretly pondered how to invite the young man to the hotel to talk about life.

Chen Cheng rested his head on his hand, met her gaze, and asked, "Sister Xi, are you thinking about me?"

Caught in the act, a flush of blood instantly rushed to Dai Xi's somewhat pale face. "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I..."

Before Dai Xi could finish her sentence, her lips were blocked.

In an instant, Dai Xi closed her eyes and responded greedily.

After a long while, Dai Xi pushed Chen Cheng away, blushing. "Shall we go?"

Chen Cheng curled his lips into a wicked smile and nodded. "Sure."

Less than two minutes later, Dai Xi took Chen Cheng's arm, and the two left the bar.

Chen Cheng didn't call his Bodyguard, nor did he call a designated driver.

He flagged down a taxi on the side of the road, and Dai Xi gave the address of her hotel.

The elders in her family had long since passed away, and after she returned, she didn't want to disturb her sister, Dai Yin, so she had been staying in the hotel all along.

Along the way, Dai Xi leaned on Chen Cheng's shoulder without saying a word, and Chen Cheng didn't speak either, just watching the night view outside the window.

Everything went without saying.

As soon as they entered the room, it was like thunder striking the earth; fragments of a black dress scattered all over the floor.

The next day.

Chen Cheng opened his eyes, glanced at the sleeping little aunt, and curled his lips.

No wonder people often say, "When young, one doesn't know the goodness of an aunt, mistaking a young girl for a treasure."

An aunt has her own virtues: experienced, varied in techniques, capable of both offense and defense, and a rare, excellent partner for exploring the true meaning of life.

But at the thought of the little white flower, Jiang Nansun, who was still asking for his phone number during the day...

Scum Cheng's strange genes activated.

He was very excited.

Dai Xi just begged for mercy.

In the second half, Chen Cheng couldn't hold back anymore and used his miraculous massage hands on Dai Xi.

Chen Cheng didn't know what the effect would be, but he tried all his techniques on his aunt anyway.

Chen Cheng got up, picked up his boxer shorts from the floor, put them on, and walked barefoot into the bathroom to take a shower.

He walked out of the bathroom, ready to change clothes and leave.

He found that Dai Xi had woken up and was resting her head on her hand, looking at him with a sweet expression.

Although it was just a fling, Dai Xi was exceptionally satisfied with Chen Cheng.

Whether it was hardware or technique, it was impeccable—the pinnacle of perfection.

Three-plus hours, simply divine and soul-stirring.

She had never fought such a comfortable battle in her life.

Not to mention that this little guy—oh no, big guy—also knew that very special massage technique.

Chen Cheng looked at Dai Xi with a chuckle. "Yo, Little Aunt, you woke up so fast."

Upon hearing this title, Dai Xi immediately bristled, grabbed the pillow on the bed, and threw it at Chen Cheng, who was bare-chested.

"Who are you calling Aunt?"

"Who are you calling Aunt?"

This bastard forced her to call him 'husband' last night.

And now that he's put his pants on, he's calling her 'Aunt'?