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In the gambling district's villa area,
"Hey? Did Brother Su not come last night?"
"Wow, this kid finally managed to win over that intellectual sister of his after seven years!"
"I even left the door open for Brother Su last night, but he didn't show up until today. Did you guys call him?"
"Can't you see? Isn't it obvious? He must have a new place outside!"
"That's great! That means there's one less person fighting for the bed and the room in this villa, ha ha ha!"
"Still laughing? If you don't take those little ones to school soon, don't expect to take on this job again!"
Inside the villa, scattered clothes and water stains on the floor silently told the tale of last night's madness and passion.
Cheng Huai was still lost in her sweet dreams, while Jin Su was too excited to sleep all night.
Seven years.
He had waited seven years, and only last night did he finally get to enjoy the fruits of his labor. It was easy to imagine how much he had been holding back.
Before this, he had truly been what netizens referred to as a pure love warrior.
Beside him lay her exquisite form, a testament to all the sins he had committed, marked by various crimson fruits.
It was a beautiful day; sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, adding warmth to the entire room.
Unable to resist, Jin Su shifted slightly, his exposed chest brushing against her nose in an intentional yet unintentional manner.
This version of Cheng was what he had always dreamed of seeing.
"What are you staring at? Do I look good?"
Cheng Huai lazily buried her cheek into his side, her voice tinged with shyness.
"Are you awake?! Did I wake you?"
"No, I'm just thirsty."
The room was filled with the scent of hormones.
On the bed sheets, even after taking a shower, her body felt imbued with his unique scent.
"Do you have a headache? Let me get you some water," he offered.
Jin Su covered her eyes with the blanket before getting up. It wasn't that he was shy; he was just worried about Cheng Zi feeling shy.
When Cheng Hui reached out to pull the blanket away, she only saw Jin Su walking towards the door, wrapped in a towel.
"Come here."
She noticed the various scars on his back, reminders of last night when she had touched them. The dim light had made it hard for her to see clearly, and her mind had been hazy.
Hearing Cheng Zi call him, Jin Su turned around in confusion. His solid chest and waist were marked with scars from healed wounds.
"What's wrong, Cheng Zi? Is there anywhere else that hurts? Is it because of me?"
He walked back to the side of the bed, but to his surprise, Cheng Hui sat up and wrapped her arms around him. Jin Su instinctively leaned into her, bracing himself against the headboard to avoid hurting her.
"These injuries..." Cheng Hui's voice trembled slightly.
"It's nothing. Just some old wounds from missions when I was with my boss," he replied nonchalantly.
"Why do I know nothing about this?"
No matter how old the scars were, given their timeline together, she should have noticed something.
Jin Su shrugged it off lightly. "So, during those dates a few years ago, you were always hiding your injuries while wearing a white shirt to meet me?"
Cheng Hui seemed to recall something as memories surged like crashing waves.
In her recollections, he was always punctual for their dates. The only time he was late, she remembered vividly; that day he had playfully begged her not to be angry.
Everything here is supported by Jin Su alone.
She is a fool.
A fool who knows nothing, blissfully unaware of being loved within his comfort zone.
Jin Su shyly scratched her head, not wanting to worry Chengzi. The injury was nothing; she would be happy as long as she could see Chengzi after the mission ended.
Her fingers gently brushed over the long scar at his waist, and she felt a heartache that left her speechless.
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