Hello Mr. King

“It’s lovely,” Yun Xiangxiang looked around at the interior design.

Part of the roof was made out of glass. Even while sitting inside, one could see the starlit sky in the house.

The interior was built mostly with concrete and was supported with a lot of wood. It displayed the natural feeling of wood and rock.

The interior space was occupied by rugs, carpets, and fabric furniture. It made the house warm and relaxing.

A transparent elevator connected every floor from the rooftop to the basement.

“Look around if you’re not tired. I’ll make dinner for you,” Song Mian stood up after helping her change into a pair of comfortable slippers.

Song Mian had never seen such a beautiful villa in her two lives of filming. It was different from the ancient-style Song Manor.

She trotted to the vast balcony and was greeted by the view of the sea. The large floor-to-ceiling window managed to capture all the beauty of the outside.

Song Mian wouldn’t remind her about postures or image. No rules were restricting her.

She came to celebrate her boyfriend’s birthday, but Yun Xiangxiang seemed to be the one who was enjoying it.

“I wouldn’t trap you in one place. You shall be the concern of my life,” Song Mian’s whisper was gentle and slow.

As the breeze from the hills which kissed the sea of flowers, it was endlessly gentle.

“You sweet talker. Look, you made my soy milk tasteless,” Yun Xiangxiang sipped a mouthful of warm soy milk Song Mian made.

“Want to taste how sweet my tongue is?” Song Mian put down his cutlery and edged closer with his face.

It was a sunny day. The sunlight sprinkled down on them, reflecting a golden light on the pool. From where Yun Xiangxiang looked, Song Mian seemed to be standing in the middle.

Some of the shining light fell upon his lips, granting it a golden allure. Yun Xiangxiang didn’t even think. She went up and kissed him tightly.

Song Mian was just teasing her as usual, but he didn’t expect her to take this seriously. He was stunned by her aggression, but only for a moment. He then clasped the back of her head and responded to her kiss.

His kiss lingered strongly on her. It was overbearing. Yun Xiangxiang couldn’t take it. She retreated under the offense of his kiss.

The towel Yun Xiangxiang had slipped to the ground. Song Mian’s warm palms touched her skin…