novelraw Chapter 57 Wildfire
Chapter 57 Wildfire
"Heh." Zhou Lingyan suddenly laughed, a laugh tinged with self-mockery and a hint of reckless madness. "Best friend? Chen Bo, do you still remember who picked you up from the streets? Who gave you a place to live, who gave you a recording studio, who gave you..."
"It's you." Chen Bo interrupted her, his eyes calm. "I thank you, Boss Zhou, but that doesn't mean you can interfere in my love life."
Seeing his unyielding attitude, Zhou Lingyan's anger flared up again.
But this time, she didn't get angry.
Instead, she suppressed her anger and put on an expression that Chen Bo recognized—the same expression that held curiosity, amusement, and a hint of possessiveness when she picked him up from the street.
She tilted her head slightly, her long hair slipping down her shoulders, and her voice softened, carrying a seductive tone: "Chen Bo, are you really that heartless? I rushed back from all this way overnight, without even having a sip of water, and all you want to do is talk to me about Bei Weiwei?"
Chen Bo was taken aback.
This woman... changes her expression faster than flipping through a book?
Just a moment ago she was acting like she was going to interrogate someone, but now she's acting all pitiful.
But he had to admit that Zhou Lingyan's appearance was indeed very lethal.
Especially now, as she stands barefoot in front of him, wearing a tight red dress and looking up at him, her neck is graceful, her collarbones are delicate, and her long, straight legs beneath the hem are dazzlingly white.
Chen Bo's Adam's apple bobbed.
He is not a paragon of virtue.
Faced with a woman like Zhou Lingyan, and with such an attitude, it would be a lie to say that one's heart was not stirred.
"Do you want some water?" He released her hand and stepped aside. "You have plenty at home, go get some yourself."
Zhou Lingyan didn't move, but instead leaned forward even closer, almost pressing herself against his chest: "I'm out of strength, pour it for me."
Her voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of coquetry, but her eyes were like hooks, staring straight at Chen Bo.
Chen Bo looked down at her; the two were so close they could count each other's eyelashes.
He could smell a faint scent of alcohol beneath her perfume—had this woman been drinking on the plane?
"Zhou Lingyan," Chen Bo said, his eyes clear, "you've had too much to drink."
"I'm not drunk," Zhou Lingyan retorted, her fingers restlessly climbing up his robe's belt and gently tugging at it. "I'm just a little tired, and a little... I miss you."
She spoke the last three words softly, but clearly enough.
Chen Bo's heart skipped a beat.
What exactly does this woman want to do?
He stared into her eyes, trying to read something from them.
But Zhou Lingyan's eyes were too complicated, containing provocation, probing, grievance, and something else he couldn't understand.
"Zhou Lingyan," Chen Bo asked, "do you know what you're doing?"
"Of course I know." Zhou Lingyan smiled, a smile both alluring and dangerous. "Chen Bo, haven't you always wanted to see my legs? Now you can see them, and you can even touch them, how about it?"
As she spoke, she actually took a small step back and, in front of him, reached out and lifted the hem of her skirt.
Beneath the red dress, her straight, long, and flawless legs gleamed like jade under the light.
Chen Bo's breath hitched.
He had indeed been craving those legs for a long time.
From the first time he saw Zhou Lingyan, those legs had been on his mind countless times.
Now, they are displayed before him without reservation, so close that he could touch them with just a reach.
"Zhou Lingyan," Chen Bo blinked, "you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Lingyan suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips.
The kiss came unexpectedly, carrying the scent of alcohol and perfume, as well as Zhou Lingyan's uniquely burning heat.
Chen Bo paused for a second, then realized what was happening.
He is not a gentleman.
If a beauty throws herself into his arms, especially one of Zhou Lingyan's caliber, he would be crazy to push her away.
He put one arm around Zhou Lingyan's waist and the other hand around the back of her head, taking the initiative.
Zhou Lingyan's waist was very slender, so thin that it could be grasped in one hand.
Her lips were soft and had a sweet, lipstick-like taste.
Her body was pressed tightly against him, and he could feel her curves and incredible heat.
Chen Bo's hand slid down from her waist.
The feel was just as good as I imagined—smooth, firm, and as delicate as fine silk.
Zhou Lingyan wrapped her arms around his neck, hanging on him and letting him take whatever he wanted.
The kiss was long and passionate, until they were both a little out of breath, at which point Chen Bo released her slightly.
Zhou Lingyan leaned against him, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed and glistening with tears.
"Chen Bo..." she called softly, her voice both gentle and alluring.
Chen Bo looked down at her, the fire in his heart burning ever brighter.
He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to Zhou Lingyan's bedroom. Once inside, he didn't even bother to close the door, since it was just the two of them in the villa anyway.
When he put Zhou Lingyan on the bed, she instinctively hooked her arms around his neck to prevent him from getting up.
"Chen Bo," she looked at him, her eyes filled with provocation and anticipation, "do you want to know how I'm different from Xu Yueqing and Bei Weiwei? Tonight I'll show you exactly how we're different."
Chen Bo smiled, a smile that was a little roguish and a little mischievous: "Miss Zhou, are you sure?"
"Of course." Zhou Lingyan raised her chin like a proud peacock. "I, Zhou Lingyan, never regret what I do."
Chen Bo stopped talking and bent down.
This time, his actions were more urgent and direct than before.
His hands moved from her slender waist to her long legs, and then...
Zhou Lingyan's body trembled slightly, but not from fear; it was more like excitement.
Chen Bo sighed inwardly: Xu Yueqing, Bei Weiwei, and Zhou Lingyan, these three women are indeed all remarkable in their own way.
Xu Yueqing is like a flower on a high mountain, with a cold and beautiful appearance, and her inner self... well, she is also cold, but once she melts, she becomes exceptionally passionate.
Bei Weiwei is a gentle and innocent girl, with a pure appearance and a simple heart, who needs to be carefully protected.
Zhou Lingyan... is a rose with thorns, outwardly beautiful and flamboyant, inwardly passionate and fiery, daring to love and hate, proactive and bold.
Who says all women are the same?
They're completely different!
Chen Bo, who was admiring the artwork, suddenly stopped, looked up, and frowned slightly as he looked at Zhou Lingyan, whose eyes were glazed over and whose cheeks were flushed.
"Zhou Lingyan," he began, his voice tinged with uncertainty, "you..."
Zhou Lingyan opened her eyes, her gaze filled with confusion and displeasure at being interrupted: "What's wrong?"
Chen Bo didn't say anything, and admired it again.
Then, his expression became even stranger.
"Zhou Lingyan," he asked, staring into her eyes again, enunciating each word clearly, "are you... the original?"
Zhou Lingyan's body visibly stiffened for a moment.
There was a fleeting look of panic in her eyes, but it was quickly concealed.
She turned her face away, her tone feigning nonchalance: "Of course not, what are you thinking? I, Zhou Lingyan, have countless suitors, which man wouldn't want to win me over? How could I possibly still..."