When Wu Pengpeng woke up, it was nearly evening.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she met He Qianshan's gentle gaze. Seeing her awake, he smiled at her and said, "You're awake."
They were so close that his voice seemed a bit unreal. Wu Pengpeng was still groggy from sleep, and her mind couldn't react quickly.
Her gaze shifted downward, and she saw the ambiguous marks on He Qianshan's bare chest.
Could it be that she had another erotic dream?
Wu Pengpeng moved her body, and the soreness in her waist and abdomen clearly told her what had happened before.
She had slept with the God of Acting!
This realization made Wu Pengpeng stunned for a moment. No, she needed to calm down!
Then she closed her eyes and successfully "fell asleep" again.
He Qianshan, of course, knew she was pretending to sleep. Knowing she was shy, he didn't expose her. He gently pushed aside the stray hairs on her face with a smile.
When he woke up just now, he saw her curled up in his arms like a little kitten.
At that moment, he felt that in his solitary life of twenty - seven years, there was suddenly a destination.
From now on, this person truly belonged to him.
They would spend the four seasons, the morning and evening, and the passing years together.
It took Wu Pengpeng quite a while to clear her mind before she remembered what had happened this morning.
First, Zhao Bufan had sent a "flower bouquet", and then she had forcefully kissed He Qianshan...
Suddenly, Wu Pengpeng's head "boomed", and her whole body froze.
During their lovemaking today, she had behaved like an experienced person.
He Qianshan might think that she had a promiscuous past!
If so, it would be so unfair. She had never even kissed anyone before.
She must not leave such an impression on He Qianshan!
Wu Pengpeng didn't care about being shy anymore. She suddenly opened her eyes.
He Qianshan seemed to be surprised by her sudden opening of eyes. A look of surprise flashed across his eyes, and then he quickly smiled and asked, "Do you still want to sleep?"
As soon as Wu Pengpeng heard the word "sleep", her mind began to wander.
She quickly gathered her thoughts and said seriously, "Well, actually, I have no experience... I just thought you were young and must have no experience either, so I took the initiative."
He Qianshan found her blushing and not knowing where to look extremely amusing.
He leaned over to her ear and whispered, "Who's young?"
This teasing tone successfully made Wu Pengpeng's face turn even redder, and a tingling sensation spread through her lower abdomen.
Fortunately, the phone rang at this moment. Wu Pengpeng quickly got out of He Qianshan's arms, fished the phone out from the bedside table, and saw that it was a call from her little assistant.
She quickly got out of bed to answer the call. Fortunately, He Qianshan had carried her to take a bath and changed her into clean clothes after they were done. Otherwise, the scene would have been even more embarrassing.
"What's up?" She walked to the window, pulled open the curtain, and pretended to look out of the window, but her ears were always listening to He Qianshan's movements.
The little assistant's voice was on the verge of crying: "I'm sorry, Sister Peng. You asked me to send the car this morning. I just called the 4S store, and they remembered the wrong time. They just sent it now."
Wu Pengpeng heard He Qianshan enter the bathroom, and the sound of running water came from inside.
She silently let out a sigh of relief and said softly, "It's okay. You've done a great job."
If there hadn't been that gift mix - up this morning, nothing would have happened between them.
"Something's not right!" Suddenly, Zhao Bufan's voice came from the receiver. Then she snatched the phone and said, "I sense something unusual has happened."
Why is she everywhere!
"How about it? Did you successfully sleep with the God of Acting?" Zhao Bufan's voice rose several decibels in excitement.
Wu Pengpeng was worried that He Qianshan would hear, so she quickly covered the receiver.
Then, thinking of what had happened today, she couldn't help the corners of her mouth curving up. She tried hard to suppress her happiness and simply said "um" softly.
On the other end of the phone, Zhao Bufan suddenly went crazy: "You're amazing, Wu Pengpeng! You're truly a role model for us all! Hey, haven't you been in the hotel for a whole day and night? Is the God of Acting's kidney okay? Wu Pengpeng, you should be a bit more restrained!"
What did she mean by saying she was unrestrained?
Wasn't this something that happened naturally when love was deep? It was a mutual thing. Why was it all her fault?
Although it was she who had started the fire...
Before Wu Pengpeng could defend herself, Zhao Bufan spoke again, with a tone of either jealousy or envy: "Youth is truly wonderful!"
Hearing this, Wu Pengpeng's cheeks flushed. She quickly coughed lightly and said, "Do you mean my Uncle Wu is old?"
"What does it have to do with your Uncle Wu! Your Uncle Wu is still young and in his prime!"
Wu Pengpeng didn't want to argue with Zhao Bufan on this matter, so she perfunctorily said, "Okay, I know. My Uncle Wu is strong and healthy. You're very lucky."
Zhao Bufan felt sad when she heard this. They were both chasing their male gods. Wu Pengpeng had started several years later than her, but now she had successfully lured her male god into bed.
While she was still at the stage of being "courteous" to her male god. She had read millions of words of articles about the vast universe and written several book reports, but she still hadn't even held Wu Ju's hand.
Why was Wu Pengpeng so fast? Did she have some secret weapon for success?
Zhao Bufan quickly humbly asked her good friend for advice: "Pengpeng, weren't you still worried about not being able to sleep with the God of Acting a few days ago? How did you manage to get him into bed?"
Of course, it was because of that annoying "gift" of hers!
Wu Pengpeng didn't want to be teased anymore, so she said seriously, "You have to create opportunities on your own! Buy a few more beds. Sooner or later, you'll use one."
Zhao Bufan was completely confused and gave up the idea of learning from her.
"Why did you suddenly want to give the God of Acting a car?"
Zhao Bufan had just seen that it was a top - level luxury car with only eleven in the world. She had really spent a fortune just to sleep with her male god!
Wu Pengpeng said guiltily, "It's nothing. I just want him to drive more in the future!"
Zhao Bufan let out a "huh" on the phone: "Wu Pengpeng, I suspect you're being dirty, and I've got the evidence."
After being teased by her, Wu Pengpeng got angry and said "Get lost" before hanging up the phone.
"Are you done with the call?" He Qianshan came out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel as he walked.
Although he was wearing a bathrobe and was wrapped up tightly, Wu Pengpeng still sensed a bit of "wet - body temptation" from him.
She softly "ummed", too shy to look at him, and quickly walked towards the bathroom: "I'm going to wash up."
When Wu Pengpeng finally finished washing up and came out after changing her clothes, He Qianshan had already packed everything.
He was looking at the pack of condoms, looking a bit at a loss as to what to do with them.
Seeing that several condoms were missing from the pack, Wu Pengpeng's ears and cheeks burned. She coughed lightly and pretended to be calm: "Let's just throw this away!"
He Qianshan turned his head and gave her a gentle smile: "Keep it. We'll definitely use it anyway."
Wu Pengpeng's face turned as red as a cooked shrimp because of his words.
"Let's go!" She quickly picked up her bag and walked quickly towards the door with her head down.
When they got out of the elevator, the hotel lobby manager quickly stepped forward and handed her a box: "Miss Wu, this is your stuff."
Wu Pengpeng took the box and opened it. It was the key to the luxury car she had given He Qianshan.
The manager pointed outside the door: "The car is parked right there."
"Thank you." Wu Pengpeng looked in the direction he pointed. Sure enough, there was a white sports car parked at the door.
She took He Qianshan's hand and walked over, then stuffed the car key into his hand: "It's a gift for you."
He Qianshan recognized it at a glance. It was the latest limited - edition Rolls - Royce sports car, the world's top - level luxury car worth 2.5 billion yuan.
"Why did you give me a car?"
Wu Pengpeng blushed when she remembered what Zhao Bufan had said just now.
She coughed lightly: "It's okay. I just want you to drive well in the future."
Unlike Zhao Bufan, who had dirty thoughts in her mind, He Qianshan didn't find any hidden meaning in her words.
He just thought that Wu Pengpeng was now eager to make money and shouldn't spend such a huge amount of money to buy a car for him.
So he refused: "I appreciate your kindness, but I don't need the gift."
How could she take back the huge amount of money she had just spent?
Wu Pengpeng skillfully used her trump card of pretending to be pitiful. She drooped her eyebrows and looked as if she was about to cry: "If you don't accept my gift, does it mean you don't like me anymore?"
He Qianshan said helplessly, "No, I just..."
"You do!" Wu Pengpeng deliberately interrupted him coquettishly, looking on the verge of tears.
He Qianshan really couldn't stand her like this, so he had to follow her wishes: "Okay, I'll accept it."
He would help her earn the money back later.
Wu Pengpeng had no idea what He Qianshan was thinking. Seeing that he had accepted the gift, she quickly changed her expression into a smile: "Let's try out the new car!"
He Qianshan smiled indulgently: "Okay."
As soon as Wu Pengpeng got in the car, Zhao Bufan sent two text messages in a row.
"Pengpeng, I have a friend who is terminally ill. She wants to know what happened during your day and night together. She wants to know all the details, especially your feelings."
"Also, have you considered writing a book? She said she's willing to pay for it!"