The silly girl became a wealthy wife

10

Her eyes, once filled with life, were now half-closed, and her lips were as rosy as freshly plucked, dew-soaked rose petals.

'Passerby A' raised his thin lips slightly and smiled, "Miss Nine, won't you come and help me tidy up?"

The voice was soft, like a summer breeze blowing through a field of rice blossoms. It was soothing no matter how you looked at it, without the slightest hint of abruptness.

Sophia Gu slowly moved upon hearing this, slowly lowering the finger from her chin. Passerby A thought she was standing up to help him straighten his clothes, but she leaned to the other side, elegantly crossing her legs and leaning back on the sofa at a 30-degree angle. Her right hand traced a beautiful arc, supporting her delicate cheek. She looked at him slowly, her eyes half-lidded, dull, as if she hadn't heard him.

His eyes flickered slightly, their dark, glass-like irises gleaming with a tiny, shimmering light. Unlike the refined elegance of a moment ago, they were like a handful of shattered glass, radiating a sharp light. The corners of his mouth curved even wider.

Sophia Gu was slightly stunned, secretly sighing. She wondered which sister in her family had such good fortune. This man was so handsome, yet he didn't look effeminate at all. He exuded a restrained masculinity. As far as she could remember, only Qin Rui could compare to him, but he lacked a third of his natural sharpness and dignity. That aura of superiority ingrained in him was so intense that even when he spoke to you with a smile, it felt as if he were commanding you to obey!

Such a person existed in the world. You know, rich people are generally not handsome, and those who are good-looking are second-generation rich. Those who aren't second-generation rich are mostly playboys. It's rare to find a loyal one who's also gay. This man, on the surface, seemed clean.

She began to look forward to the birth of her future nephew. She wondered what he would look like. With such a handsome man and beautiful woman, the son she gave birth to would surely be like dough, soft and pleasant to the touch.

The sisters are cunning. Seeing that she's unpopular and young, they bully her. Since they can't bully you, why not take it out on your son? Nieces and nephews, don't blame your aunt for being ruthless in the future. I promise I won't hurt you!

The passerby watched as she acted as if she hadn't heard him. Not only did she ignore him, but she was also daydreaming.

His eyes narrowed slightly, then a smile spread. The ninth daughter of the Gu Family was quite interesting. She looked well-behaved and obedient, with a silly and goofy look, but no matter how well she tried to hide it, she couldn't suppress her inherent laziness, the carelessness and perfunctory that emanated from her.

He smiled and said politely, "Could you please come over and help me check if the back is in order?"

He said this without turning around, clearly waiting for Sophia Gu to get up and help him.

Sophia Gu scoffed inwardly, "Fake fairy!" and smiled sweetly, "Great!"

She stood up and walked towards him, her eyes shining as she admired his figure.

This suit had been designed for Derek Gu. It was simply cut, with hand-embroidered cloud patterns on the cuffs and collar, exuding a subtle elegance. Unexpectedly, on him now, it looked like it had been tailor-made for him, a refined and luxurious look.

Seeing her work so perfectly interpreted, Sophia Gu couldn't help but smile, a genuine smile. Her eyes curved, gleaming like lit glass lamps, radiating a brilliant spirit. The corners of her mouth parted slightly, revealing a touch of charming naiveté, her eyes filled with joy.

This, I suppose, is the real Sophia Gu.

'Passerby A' tilted his thin lips to one side, blinked his dark phoenix eyes, and smiled softly. He then grasped Sophia Gu's delicate, porcelain-white chin with his fingers and pressed down on her plump, rosy lips.

As soon as he pressed down, 'Passerby A' felt an unbearable tingling sensation in his tailbone. The sensation was incredibly sweet, and he couldn't let go, nor could he let go.

Seeing Sophia Gu staring at him blankly with her eyes wide open, seemingly unresponsive, his smile deepened, and he bit her lips maliciously.

Sophia Gu groaned in pain, then glared, her bright eyes blazing brightly.

His heart skipped a beat at her glare, and his mind went blank for a moment. His nimble tongue, as if alive, took advantage of the opportunity to deftly pry open her teeth and thrust forward. He lifted the back of her head, pressing even more firmly against her soft, fragrant lips. He closed his eyes and rubbed and rubbed them, sucking and l*****g. His entire body felt a sense of relief, a kind of relaxation that comes from the rapture of a man and a woman. His eyes dimmed for a moment, his body heated, and he felt an uncontrollable desire.

A sigh of relief escaped his hoarse throat, and he reluctantly let go of the flushed, dazed Sophia Gu. Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes were seductive, and her body clung to him softly, her weight almost entirely supported by his hand on her waist.

She slowly opened her sparkling eyes, stretched out her pink tongue and licked her delicate lips, squinting her eyes as if savoring the experience and smiled brightly: "It feels good! It's comparable to a cowherd!"

Lucien Lu's beautiful eyes darkened like clouds, then a fleeting smile curled his lips. "Miss Jiu, you're too kind. If you say so, should I charge you?"

He calmly let go of Sophia Gu. The moment his hand left her soft waist, an unbearable sense of loneliness welled up in his heart.

Sophia Gu was startled, blinking her limpid eyes. She asked in surprise, "Huh? You want money? I thought it was free!"

"Why? Miss Jiu didn't prepare anything?" His lips curled to the side, a hint of sarcasm etched in his smile, his posture as relaxed as if he were chatting with a long-time friend.

"You should have said so earlier!" Sophia Gu glared at him in frustration. With a look of pain in her face, she rummaged through her pockets for a long time before pulling out a creased ten-yuan note. She reluctantly placed it in her warm, white palm, staring at him eagerly, and asked honestly, "Do you have change?"