Endless Fall

Without giving her a chance to ask further, he held her hand and walked from the castle into the path filled with flowers.

In the dense forest, a faint sound came from a brown courtyard surrounded by flowers.

The wooden window was pushed open by a snow-white hand. The princess, who was leaning against the window sill, looked in the direction the sun was shining.

Lin Jiao was amazed by her beauty.

She waited for the tourists in front to finish taking photos with the princess before taking out her phone from her bag. “Uncle, stand on her left.”

“I don’t wanna take a photo.”

“Just one.” She tugged at his sleeve and walked towards the window. “You’ve never taken a photo with a princess.”

Pei Zhi could only listen to her.

He looked at the camera expressionlessly and smiled faintly at her signal.

“You look like a prince.” Lin Jiao raised her phone and showed him the photo. “You look good with her too.”

Pei Zhi stared at her. “I’m not her prince.” He only wanted to be her knight.

“I said ‘like.\'”

She looked at the seven dwarves carrying hoes and sickles, then stuffed her phone into his hand and asked him to take a photo of her.

After touring the entire park, they rode the carousel and jet coaster nearby. They waited until it was dark before meeting Qu Shao to eat ice cream and enjoy the fireworks.

On the way back to the hotel, Lin Jiao was so tired that she fell asleep.

She lay on Pei Zhi’s lap, her slender hand still in his, as if she wanted to hold his hand until the end of time.

He stroked her long hair and carried her all the way back to the room when Ven Olle parked the car.

“Boss, I’ll just put things on the table.” Qu Shao yawned and put down two shopping bags.

Pei Zhi replied, “Rest early.”

When the door closed, he walked into the bedroom with the makeup remover and wiped the cotton swab on her eye like she had done before.

“It’s so cold.” Lin Jiao frowned.

She muttered and lifted up her sweater without giving him a chance to react and took out something that was making her unable to breathe.

Pei Zhi was caught off guard by the white lacy bras.

With trembling fingers, he tucked her under a blanket. His racing heartbeat could be heard in the quiet room.

He took a deep breath and tried to stay calm.

However, Lin Jiao, who was lying on the bed, kicked the blanket away and did not even give him a chance to calm down.

When he saw her figure again, Pei Zhi’s remaining rationality was like a string that was about to break.

He covered her with the blanket again and pressed his hands against her side. “Jiaojiao, don’t move.”

“Tight…”

“Where is it?”

Lin Jiao repeated the word ‘tight’ in a daze.

Her lips moved, as if she was tempting him to lower his head and stop her mumbling.

Even a gentleman could not stand such temptation.

Not to mention Pei Zhi, who did not want to be a gentleman anymore.

He leaned over slightly. When he felt the softness that he had been thinking about day and night, his dark eyes darkened.

“Jiaojiao.”

After not getting a response for a long time, he quietly left the bedroom with a satisfied smile.

#

Charles de Gaulle Airport was packed.

Ven Olle pushed their luggage and sent them to the door of the VIP waiting room. “Remember to call me the next time you come.”

“Sure.” Qu Shao put his arm around his shoulder.

Although they often bickered with each other, they had built a friendship after spending six days together.

He patted Ven Olle’s back and smiled sincerely. “If you have the chance to come to Lin City, I’ll definitely show you around.”

“No problem!”

Ven Olle leaned over to hug Pei Zhi. When it came to Lin Jiao, he chose to shake hands with her.

He said meaningfully, “I wish you happiness.”

Lin Jiao was slightly stunned, but she did not think too much about it.

“Thank you.” She looked up and met a pair of smiling eyes. “You have to be happy too.”

“Of course.” Ven Olle turned to leave.

Pei Zhi held Lin Jiao’s hand and walked into the waiting hall.

They did not notice that someone was secretly taking photos of them in the corner.

Qian Yongjun stared at the photo for a long time.

He hesitated for a moment before making a call. “Brother Quan, what are you doing now?”

There was a seven-hour time difference between China and Paris.

Gu Quan’s nightlife had just begun.

He pushed open the door of the private room and found a quiet place to chat with his old mate. “I’m drinking with He Qi and the others.”

“How have you been?”

“Pretty good.”

Qian Yongjun chatted with him for a while before changing the topic. “I think you are cheated on.”

“That won’t happen.”

“Really! I saw it with my own eyes.”

Gu Quan suspected that he had seen the wrong person.

He was quite calm. “Where did you see it?”

“De Gaulle Airport.”

“Paris?”

“Yes.” Qian Yongjun described the scene just now. “She was pulled into the lounge by that man. She’s probably returning to the country today.”

Gu Quan paused in the middle of lighting a cigarette.

Only then did he realize that they were not talking about the same person. “Are you talking about Jiaojiao?”

“Who else?”

“I broke up with her.” The moment he mentioned the words ‘broke up,’ his tone changed. “You didn’t know?”

“When did this happen?” Qian Yongjun widened his eyes in surprise.

“July.”

“No wonder… I even took a photo of them.”

Gu Quan frowned. “Send it to me.”

“Right away.” Qian Yongjun tapped on the screen and sent it to him on WeChat. “Are you guys free tomorrow night? Do you want to come out for a gathering?”

“I think so.”

“Then I’ll talk to you tomorrow afternoon.”

“Okay.” Gu Quan hung up first.

He zoomed in on the photo and stared at the hand holding her hand for a long time.

An indescribable frustration welled up in his heart, making him sit alone in the corner and drink in silence.

“Brother Quan, what’s wrong?” He Qi put down the cards and walked over when he noticed something was wrong with Gu Quan.

“Nothing.”

“Did you quarrel with Su Tian?”

Gu Quan shook his head. “I’m just a little thirsty.”

He rubbed his eyebrows and tried to play dice to divert his attention.

He Qi played dice with him. “How many glasses for each round you lose?”