pjbooks Chapter 134 Welcome to Your World
Chapter 134 Welcome to Your World
Wen Yu's hands, burning hot, roamed over her body, impatiently stripping away her clothes wherever they touched.
Su Qingyao struggled in vain with her wrist, and the metal chain made a slight rattling sound.
She gazed up at the intricate patterns on the ceiling, her eyes gradually becoming unfocused, her initial blankness replaced by a complete and intense immersion.
A huge vortex pulled her in tightly.
Wen Yu was the vortex itself, irresistibly dragging her downwards.
In this private space, there is dominance and obedience, reward and punishment.
The boundaries were completely broken, disrupted, and reorganized.
All that remains is the most primal entanglement and demanding, tireless and directionless.
When the tide finally receded and consciousness struggled to rise from the deep sea, the sunlight outside the window had turned into a lazy, slanting rays.
Su Qingyao slowly opened her sore eyes, her blurred vision gradually clearing.
Looking across the room in a daze, I saw the clock on the wall pointing to 3:15 PM.
She was held tightly by Wen Yu, his arms possessively wrapped around her waist.
Su Qingyao turned her head slightly and met Wen Yu's eyes, which were full of love.
"Baby, are you awake?"
Everything from last night until now has been chaotic, intense, and out of control, like an overly intense and long dream.
The red marks on her wrist that have not faded are a silent testament to the reality of this dream.
Su Qingyao's cheeks flushed instantly; she had never lost her composure like that before.
Memories flashed back to those most reckless moments, especially later, when Wen Yu wanted to stop because he was concerned about her physical strength, but she... took the initiative to cling to him and used her breathy voice to command him to continue.
The image was so clear it made her ears burn.
Thinking of this, she shrank into the blankets and refused to show her face again.
A low, muffled laugh came from outside the blanket, accompanied by the vibrations of his chest that traveled through the mattress.
The next moment, the blanket was gently lifted, fresh air rushed in, and his smiling voice was right next to my ear.
"If this continues, I really won't be able to suffocate... Last night?"
He paused, his tone incredibly relaxed, "My husband doesn't remember anything, so baby, don't be shy."
Su Qingyao peeked her eyes out from under the covers, "Really?"
Wen Yu nodded with a smile, his expression serious. "Really, I've forgotten everything."
She then emerged, and with a slightly bluffing tone, commanded, "Fine, I order you—forget it all!"
Wen Yu's smile deepened, and he reached out to tickle her side, causing her to dodge with a startled laugh. The two of them immediately burst into laughter and playful banter on the bed.
He restrained her feeble struggles while responding with a smile.
"Yes, my master."
After playing around for a while, the two stopped, their breathing slightly disordered, and the air was filled with a warm, intimate feeling.
When I finished washing up, got dressed, and went downstairs, a light and delicious meal was already prepared on the dining table.
Wen Yu led her to a seat, coaxing her while carefully feeding her until he was sure Su Qingyao really couldn't eat anymore, before starting to eat on his own.
Su Qingyao leaned lazily against the back of the chair, rubbing her slightly swollen belly, and looked at him with a hint of reproach.
"It's all your fault for feeding me so much. I'm going to get stuffed if I eat any more."
Wen Yu finished eating with a smile, wiped the corner of her mouth, and suddenly his eyes took on a mysterious look.
"Baby, you're full now. Let's go somewhere together."
"Where are you going?"
Su Qingyao asked suspiciously, but he grabbed her hand and led her out the door without giving her a chance to explain.
The car drove into a quiet and elegant courtyard and stopped in front of a building with a simple exterior but an extraordinary style.
The doorplate was not conspicuous, with only a line of fluent English cursive text embedded in it.
Wen Yu gently pushed open the door, gesturing for her to come in.
Su Qingyao stepped inside, full of doubts, and paused slightly when she saw what was there.
The spacious and bright space is filled with exquisite haute couture gowns, neatly arranged tools on the dressing table, and a delicate fragrance and soft music in the air.
Several well-dressed and elegant staff members were already smiling and looking over.
This is a top-notch private styling studio.
She subconsciously turned to look at Wen Yu, her face filled with astonishment and confusion.
Wen Yu walked behind her, placed his hands on her shoulders, and gently pushed her forward, his voice low and soft yet firm.
"Baby, go ahead."
He leaned down and whispered in her ear with a smile, "Don't ask anything, just listen to them. Today, just be the most beautiful version of yourself."
Su Qingyao's gaze swept over the gorgeous dresses, then fell back into Wen Yu's smiling and confident eyes, and a vague guess suddenly popped into her heart.
Her eyes welled up with tears, her vision blurred, but the corners of her lips involuntarily curved into a smile.
She looked at him, nodded emphatically, didn't ask any more questions, and turned to walk towards the chief stylist who came to greet her.
For the next few hours, she returned to the days when she was the pampered Miss Su, surrounded by admirers.
Some people gently cared for her skin and shaped her eyebrows, while others carefully measured her size and adjusted her dress.
Her long hair was loosely tied up, with a few slightly curled strands falling down her neck, adorned with tiny, dew-like crystals.
Her makeup was light and pure, highlighting her lively and beautiful eyebrows and eyes.
Finally, a lush green gauze dress gently enveloped her.
The color was like the tenderest leaf tips in early spring, or like the ripples on a deep pool. As the skirt swayed, it seemed as if a gentle breeze and dappled sunlight were flowing across it.
The person in the mirror seemed to have shed all worldly dust and grime, appearing fresh, vibrant, and otherworldly.
The stylist gently held a hand mirror behind her head, allowing her to see the leaf-shaped hair accessory that was faintly visible in her hair.
Looking at the ethereal figure in the mirror, Su Qingyao felt as if she were a forest spirit who had strayed into the human world, gently entwined by the morning light and vines.
She slowly turned around after getting dressed, and Wen Yu, who was also dressed and waiting, looked up at her.
He froze at the sight of her.
His fingers, holding the coffee cup, paused slightly, and a look of amazement and deep longing flashed across his eyes.
He stood up and walked towards her, each step firm and steady.
Finally, Wen Yu stopped in front of her, lowered his head slightly, his voice a little hoarse, but full of smiles and pride.
"See, I was right."
He took her hand, gently stroking the back of it with his fingertips, and gave it a kiss.
"My princess, you are so beautiful."
Wen Yu led Su Qingyao into the waiting nanny van, and they soon arrived at their destination.
The car door slid open silently, and Wen Yu stepped out first.
The night lights, like water, poured silently down his shoulder line, outlining a clean and sharp silhouette.
He turned around, bowed slightly, and extended his hand into the car.
A delicate hand adorned with a lustrous jade bracelet gently rested on his palm.
Immediately afterwards, Su Qingyao lowered her head slightly and, with his steady support, stepped out of the carriage.
A pair of silver stiletto sandals landed softly on the edge of the deep red carpet.
The red carpet stretched straight from the car door to the brightly lit, crystal-palace-like main entrance of the banquet hall.
Wen Yu paused and let her take his arm.
"Come on, Princess, welcome back to your world."
It led her step by step towards that dazzling end.