Episode 2
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Leon is someone who truly knows how to savour the joys of life. All of his villas are over 1,000 square metres in size. All of the cars he drives are extended models, exuding an air of luxury. The rear compartment is adorned with exquisite and opulent equipment. The TV hanging in the car adds a touch of sophistication. The leather cushions have been meticulously tailored to perfection. Every detail, down to the atmosphere lights in the car, has been meticulously crafted by renowned designers. There are various options available for atmosphere lights. Camellia has a deep appreciation for the enchanting allure of a starry sky ceiling.
When the lights illuminate the space, a breathtaking sight unfolds, resembling a celestial tapestry of thousands of stars. She reclines on the seat, gazing upwards. She constantly experiences the sensation of being enveloped in darkness, with no protection to shield her. There's a certain mix of shame and excitement that courses through her, heightening her body's sensitivity with every passing moment.
Leon loves her sensitivity.
It flows towards him, enveloping him in its wet embrace.
"Do you like it?" Leon's voice was a low murmur, breaking the silence as he noticed her entranced gaze.
Camellia smiled slightly, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "It's beautiful," she replied, her voice a soft whisper.
Leon shifted his position, bending down and bowing his head, fully immersing himself in the delightful feast before him.
"You always know how to drive me crazy," he whispered against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
"Leon," she breathed, her hands tangling in his hair. "You always know what I need."
His response was a deep, resonant chuckle. "I know you better than anyone, Camellia."
After fifty minutes had passed, Leon shifted his position, bending down and bowing his head, fully immersing himself in the delightful feast before him.
The delicate chimes emitted a clear jingle, gently resonating within Camellia's ears. Leon carefully synchronised his movements with the ever-changing tempo of the sound, effortlessly adapting to its varying speeds.
Camellia experienced a mix of emotions as tears welled up in her eyes. She tightly gripped the hem of her skirt, trying to smooth out any creases.
She received the anklet from Leon, and whenever she adorned it, she would be swept away throughout the night, a silent understanding shared only by the two of them.
Breathing became a luxury.
Camellia experienced a sense of being adrift, much like a sailboat on the vast expanse of the sea.
"You're mine, Camellia," Leon whispered, his voice possessive yet tender. "Don't ever forget that."
The ship found itself at the mercy of the unpredictable currents, unable to steer its own course or tame the relentless power of the waves. As the wave crashed down, she was engulfed by the sea water.
The ephemeral flower is about to bloom, in a snap of a finger!
Leon had an uncanny ability to read her like an open book. With just a gentle touch, he could discern the depths of her emotions, causing her fingertips to pale under the pressure.
"You love this, don't you?" Leon's voice was a seductive whisper, his eyes dark with intensity.
"Yes," she gasped, her body arching towards him. "Ah..."
With a gentle bite, Camellia's senses were instantly awakened, as every nerve in her body eagerly anticipated the final explosion!
"You're a masterpiece, Camellia," Leon’s voice low and intense. "Every time I look at you, I'm reminded of why I can't let you go."
The phone rang suddenly, and the not-so-noisy ringtone was particularly harsh in such an atmosphere. Camellia immediately detected a pause from the man beside her. Without uttering a word, she subtly shifted her waist in silent protest.
Her protest was futile.
Leon was still in the land of tenderness, but stopped all his movements. He looked up and touched Camellia's cheek with his hand, as if to comfort her.
Seeing that it was about to reach the peak in the next second, Camellia was ready to set off fireworks in her mind, but Leon cut off the fuse and the fire went out instantly.
His coquettish operation nearly brought tears to Camellia's eyes.
"Hello." Under the quiet and slightly dim starry sky lights, Leon's voice was still as clear as ever, as if the exercise just now had not affected him at all.
There was silence all around, and the voice on the other end of the phone was also clearly heard.
"Mr. Harrington, the tech sent a message saying that defects in K8 were found."
Leon went up after hearing this. He pulled out the secretary chair opposite his seat and pulled a tissue from the bar to wipe it. His movements were elegant.
"Send someone from the technical department to find out what caused it." Leon gave the order and then said, "Bring back two samples."
Maybe due to his extensive experience in a position of power, his voice, though not particularly harsh, inexplicably radiates an aura of oppression. There is an innate drive within, a natural force that cannot be replicated.
Camellia lifted her eyelids to gaze at him. His attire consisted of a sleek and fashionable light grey suit. As the fabric caressed her legs, a refreshing coolness and silky smoothness enveloped her. The jawline was incredibly beautiful and the arc was flawlessly shaped.
"Let the person in charge debrief me within three days at the latest." The tone made people dare not say anything. He sat upright, his clothes were neat, and his slender fingers that had been wiped held the mobile phone. His posture was elegant and noble, and he looked like an elite who could open the car door and go out at any time.
Camellia lowered her head. Her clothes were disheveled, her skirt was still hanging on her thin waist, and her legs were bent. She could imagine what she looked like at the moment without looking in the mirror. Her hair was messy, her cheeks were flushed, and her neck must be full of traces.
The distance between the two is less than one meter, but they are two completely different worlds.
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