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Qian Meigui woke up in an unfamiliar place, and she shouldn't be surprised, as she had gone used to waking up from place to place. But this puzzled her exceedingly.

Nevertheless, Song Sheng was right next to her in a tight s.p.a.ce. He was gazing down at her affectionately, when she stared at him, puzzled. He then rose to take a flower from its stem, placing it in her hair.

Qian Meigui looked around the s.p.a.ce they were in; her eyes landed on a small window. When she opened the blinds, they were in the sky, descending in an airplane. She closed the window, looking back at Song Sheng in surprised.

"You kidnapped me!?" She gasped jokingly.

Song Sheng rolled his eyes. "I told you I would take you somewhere after everything is over," he said to her. Qian Meigui understood what he meant. Song Sheng suggested after the incident after the case dealing with her parent's solved, and after they've both recovered, internally and externally.

Qian Meigui wasn't sure where they were landing, but judging by the colonial houses and beautiful villas, and fields of flowers from above; she was somewhere else entirely.

She then turned to him. "It's not our honeymoon, though," Qian Meigui stated sarcastically. Song Sheng then pinned her down against the cabinet bed. Luckily, there was a pushover door that concealed them in. He shut her mouth with his lips. His kiss was initially rough to quiet her, but then it grew softer and gentle, like the wind brus.h.i.+ng delicate petals against each other.

Song Sheng only let go when she began to tighten her grip around his shoulder blades, wanting to breathe. Qian Meigui panted for air after he released her. "All right, I'm sorry for teasing!" she apologized to him.

Song Sheng smirked. "I wasn't punis.h.i.+ng you, though," he said.

Qian Meigui flushed. She then wondered if he were ever angry at her. What would he do?

Song Sheng could read her thoughts through her expressions. He then pinched her nose. "What are you thinking?"

"Ah! Nothing!" She responded, gathering her composure. She then opened the cabinet window to look over at the plains of fields. "Where are we?" She asked.

Song Sheng smiled at her. "You'll see."

Once they got off the plane, they went straight to a clothing store near the airport. But as they walked with their hands locked together, Qian Meigui noticed that the people around them were speaking a language she was not familiar. Most of the citizens were beautiful people of different skin complexions. She could see the beach on the horizon, surrounding the area like an island.

Since the people were diverse, she relied on the words they were speaking. It had a beautiful ring to the way they slurred their words. After a few moments, she realized they were speaking Spanish.

"We're in Spain!" She realized and told him.

Song Sheng nodded as they walked.

After realizing where they were, she said, "But we don't know how to speak Spanis.h.!.+ What if we get lost?" She asked worryingly. She rarely left the country; therefore, she was anxious because she did not know how to communicate with them. But, regardless, the town they were in looked beautiful.

As soon as they stepped into the clothing store, a clerk approached them, "¿Hola, como puedo ayudarte?"

Qian Meigui's head began to feel dizzy, trying to comprehend what the woman had said. She understood the first word, and when she was about to say something, Song Sheng spoke to the clerk. His accent wasn't spot on, but his response to her was fluent. She gaped at him for knowing how to speak the language. But then the store clerk nodded, and she waved at them to follow her.

The clerk offered her some clothes and dresses. Qian Meigui knew her size, and so instead of trying them on, she picked the outfits that she liked and Song Sheng purchased them since she did not bring her wallet or anything, besides the pa.s.sport Song Sheng brought for her. Song Sheng also bought clothes for himself in the men's aisle.

Afterwards, Song Sheng called for a taxi that brought them to a narrow, b.u.mpy road. The driver took them a town full of villas near the radiant blue ocean with white sand around the beach. Song Sheng noticed her expression, so he said, "We are in San Sebastián on the Bay of Biscay. I've never been here before, but I stayed in Madrid for a few months during my tour in Europe."

Qian Meigui recalled him going to Europe for two years. He stayed in England, the longest. But even though they separated around that time, Qian Meigui was happy that he brought her here. It meant that they were going to go to destinations from now on, together.

The driver stopped at a large Spanish house where they checked in to receive the keys and information regarding their villa. Afterwards, the taxi driver drove them further, on the path near the beach. Once they reached their villa, Song Sheng helped Qian Meigui carry their new clothes inside.

It was a grand and private villa. The house was almost equivalent to the size at home. There was a pool with a beach view beyond. It was bright and sunny, and there were no servants inside, it was just the two of them. There were many rooms and bathrooms. "Why did you have to go all out?" She asked him puzzled. But Song Sheng did not say anything, but he granted her a knowing smile.

Once they placed the bags in the house, Qian Meigui searched the house. The fridge was full of food, and the house had many other things that they did not need to purchase. He must have planned ahead of time. At that, she felt happy.

"How long are we staying here?" she asked him.

"Two weeks," he responded coolly. Qian Meigui nodded in acknowledgement; then she began to approach him slowly like a feline, gazing at him l.u.s.tfully, tip-toeing to wrap her arms around his neck. "We're still wearing the same clothes from the night before," she whispered to him.

Song Sheng gazed down at her intensely as he slowly unzipped the back of her dress. "Are we?" he replied. Qian Meigui looked at him affectionately, nodding as he continued to discard her clothing, causing her to s.h.i.+ver.

"Where do you want to start?" he breathed against her ears. She knew what he meant.

"The wall," she responded, her head dizzy from pa.s.sion.

Song Sheng raised a brow, "All right," he said before removing his clothing, discarding them to the ground. After the two stripped naked, Song Sheng picked her up, kissing her deeply. He kept his eyes opened, staring at her with the longing look of desire.

Luckily, the weather was warm; therefore, the wall wasn't cold when Song Sheng pinned Qian Meigui against the wall. Within moments, he entered her; they used protection most of the time, but during heated, impulsive moments, they forget about it and don't care.

Qian Meigui held onto him tightly as he did her. The portraits on the walls began to rattle as well as the dressers that rested against the wall.

Once they finished, Qian Meigui slumped over him. Still carrying her, Song Sheng took her to the large bathtub of the master room, was.h.i.+ng the both of them thoroughly. Afterwards, he placed her on the bed to change her into a sundress, and she instantly fell asleep, flat on her stomach. But seeing how enticing she looked, tightly wrapped by the dress, Song Sheng hovered her, stirring Qian Meigui awake.

Qian Meigui felt him kissing the nape of her neck, and she began to respond to his actions, dazed. Within moments, he arched her back, pus.h.i.+ng her skirt up, entering her from behind. Qian Meigui gasped at his sudden movements; she had never done this position before, and yet he was f.u.c.king her mercilessly. How was it that now she realized she was dating a beast? But she grabbed onto the rails of the bed in front of her, as he plowed in her, the bed squeaking as they rocked.

It was in the evening that she woke again, fully clothed. When she gazed around the bedroom, she did not find Song Sheng at all.

But she found herself surrounded by rose petals, leading towards the door like a trail. She then decided to follow the flowers...