The Early Morning Aftertaste (18+)

Chapter 3: Familiar taste.

What does he mean by this? Does he want to be jealous? Does he think that as long as he fanfare to her that you have a new lover to make her feel regret at having to choose to leave him?

At the bottom of her heart, she expressed an extraordinary feeling, it's both painful and bitter. It made her intestines hurt like a tightening, like a pair of wild canines pouncing on her mind.

What do you have left to regret?

Why does it hurt to hear this?

Hadn't she chosen to leave him four months ago?

Far away from her, he has a new person, so it has nothing to do with her?

Did she regret it?

Regret saying goodbye that time?

Regret saying goodbye then?

That past, the piece of memory of four months ago, what she did, why she said goodbye. At the bottom of her heart, she understands that even heaven is the second person who knows the first piece of love between him and her broken into smog by an antagonistic force.

He looked at her, and she returned his gaze with sparkling eyes filled with tears.

Just like that, the four eyes were facing each other without saying a word. The tension in the room seemed to bear a few degrees of pressure.

"Lam Phi Dao, what do you mean by this?"

The three words called "Lam Phi Dao" are strange and cold.

Since when did he address her with such polite words? Before, he used to call her by her first name, now he called her like two strangers.

Is it because he now considers her a stranger he doesn't know, has never met?

Or did he now see her as the three words 'ex-lover'?

Her current state of mind is hard to describe. She did not fully understand her feelings at this moment.

Now that you're the chairman of Thuong Hai's most famous JFT Group, is it necessary to use such cold expressions and sounds for your ex? After all, you two have been immersed in the drunken yeast of love, and there is no need to be so strange!

She was a little startled, gently wiped away the tears that were rolling down her cheeks, leaned closer to the edge of the table, and reached for the black card lying on the table.

''I'm not, it's just... just...''

Looking at her unspeakable expression, he suddenly broke out into a smug smile, like a summer breeze blowing through a field of reeds.

Luc Canh Sam left his chair and reached out to take the hand holding the black card. The skin is so smooth that the strange warmth makes him do not want to let go, want to own with him forever

The sudden action of the other party made her a little awkward, and Lam Phi Dao wanted to withdraw from the big hand that carried that hard part but could not escape.

Reluctantly, she raised her face, not expecting that his face was facing hers. The breath blowing on her confused face was a little warm.

Lam Phi Dao's cheekbones are not scheduled but turn bright red like two ripe tomatoes are about to fall off at the end of the season. She suddenly dodged the gaze that was looking directly at her, turning her head to the other side, her voice stammering.

''Just... just...''

Introspectively she was constantly tormented with the words that were about to come out, Her mood trembled incessantly.

Just saying that you don't know your girlfriend's birthday is that hard?

''What should I say? I don't even dare say that...''. Her mind is constantly confused.

''Just what? You said it interrupted like that, which made me more curious.''

With one hand, Luc Canh Sam still held her hand, the other hand lifted her chin to face his face, his eyes looked at her as if enchanted, causing the other party to obey orders.

"It's just that I don't know your lover's birthday."

She finally said it in a sentence complete without the slightest bit of sadness.

''Can you... can tell me her date of birth... ah...''

Before Lam Phi Dao finished her sentence, a breeze came from his left ear. It did not bring cool air like wind outside, but the warm breath of the man in front of him.

''My lover? Aren't you standing in front of me?"

Luc Canh Sam spoke while lightly gnawing at her earlobe, his words carrying a demonic intonation.

His gnawing action made Lam Phi Dao like a burning heart, the face turns darker red than before, the lips are as delicate as the new cherry blossom buds blooming at the beginning of the season constantly.

''Huh? What do you mean by this?"

Hearing Luc Canh Sam's words made her a little startled.

This man, since when did he have the ability to tease others like that? In her heart, she kept asking herself.

Are all men like that? If you're apart and want to reconnect with the old love, say it directly, there's no need for such a long sentence.

Is it because the emotional circuit of the mature man is more mature, so he has such a random thought?

Luc Canh Sam looked at her, his face still holding the same cold expression as before. The hand holding Lam Phi Dao's chin tightened slightly, causing a feeling of pain to spread, she cried out softly.

''Ah, it hurts!''

Lam Phi Dao resists getting rid of the hands gripping her chin, but the more she fights, the more the pain spreads to the chin, the more painful it becomes.

''Are you my lover?''

Luc Canh Sam put her warm lips gently on her forehead and smiled slightly. His lips left her forehead, his black eyes looking straight into her eyes.

''Since when did you become my lover?''

Lam Phi Dao looked at him with bewildered eyes like a stray deer, she puzzled and asked him back.

Anyway, the two of them have already gone their separate ways, now that they meet face to face, there are only three words between the two of them: ex-lover.

''Now!''

As soon as he finished speaking, Luc Canh Sam pulled her into his lap, ignoring the things that fell on the table, his hands hugged Lam Phi Dao's body tightly.

Warm!

This hug has been six months since Luc Canh Sam has never enjoyed it.

The scent on the girl's body, the heartbeat in her chest, the clear words of an eighteen-year-old girl. Luc Canh Sam wants to hold everything in his arm.

Luc Canh Sam tried to hug Lam Phi Dao as if she was afraid she would forever lose out of his grasp. He was worried that one day he would not see her again, fearful that she would leave forever without a goodbye.

Luc Canh Sam's feeling at this moment is insecure.

''Ugh, you... you let go of me. You're suffocating me!''

''No! Never!''

Luc Canh Sam not only didn't let go of the girl but tightly squeezed her jade body into his chest.

(10)Hugging the little girl in her arms, Luc Canh Sam felt the slight scent of jasmine on her body, the smell made it impossible for him to forget the first time we met.