Chapter 137: Farewell, Do Not Come Looking for Me Again

Chapter 137

The night in Hangzhou was prosperous and bustling, with neon lights shining brightly throughout the night, speaking of the metropolis's modernization.

However, once one left the downtown area and headed toward the suburbs, the scenery changed abruptly. Lush vegetation surrounded the area. Although it was winter and all things withered, those withered branches and dry twigs danced with the wind, appearing all the more desolate and bleak. Walking down such a road was a true test of one's willpower.

A fierce roar suddenly rang out, echoing exceptionally loud and lingering in the night. Soon, two dazzlingly bright white xenon headlights appeared around a road corner, speeding past at an unimaginable velocity, executing a perfect drifting tail-flick as they rounded the turn.

It was already one o'clock in the morning. After speeding for more than two hours, Wang Xiaoqian appeared outside the walls of the Pepsi Club Manor.

The lights in the guard's hut were already extinguished, and sounds of thunderous snoring drifted from within. Wang Xiaoqian frowned slightly.

"This guard sleeps like a log."

With no other choice, she picked a spot nearby covered by a surveillance camera and parked her car. Then, moving in quick strides, she broke into a sprint like the wind. Running faster and faster, her muscular explosiveness growing stronger, she looked at a glance much like a long-jumper building up speed in a sports competition, carrying an extraordinary momentum.

The perimeter wall of the Pepsi Villa stood a full three meters high, topped with continuous barbed wire, looking secure enough. But after all, it was merely a gaming club, not some high-level confidential facility, so its security measures fell far too short. Wang Xiaoqian's recon had been precise, and her wall-scaling technique was nothing short of peerless.

With a fierce kick from the toe of her left foot against the wall, the sole of her shoe and the surface maintaining about a thirty-five-degree angle, she nimbly transformed into a hunting leopard or a fierce tiger, her entire body surging upward sharply. Then, repeating the previous motion with her right foot, followed by another shift to her left foot, she successfully scaled the wall.

This particular section was a surveillance blind spot, and the barbed wire was snapped, making it the optimal choice.

Leaping down, she ran at top speed through the manor, searching for Li Xin's residence. Before long, she found the place, a sinister smile pulling at the corners of her mouth as she fished a tiny piece of wire from her pocket and inserted it into the door lock.

With just a few simple manipulations—click—the lock opened, and her figure flashed as she slipped inside.

Reflecting on it carefully, from her recon to scaling the wall, and then to picking the lock and entering the house, the entire sequence of movements flowed as smoothly as clouds and flowing water, taking less than five minutes. She truly lived up to her reputation as the legendary phantom thief known to everyone in Gaoyou; this skill level was extraordinary indeed.

One wondered what Li Xin's reaction would be if he knew about all this. He had never imagined that Wang Xiaoqian possessed such a skill.

"Uh... I really am so foolish."

Inside the house, however, Wang Xiaoqian suddenly uttered a soft, self-deprecating curse. Two meters away to her left, the window was half open, and a cold wind kept howling in, lifting the grey curtain high into the air.

"I haven't worked in a long time, and I've become so rusty that I didn't even scout the place properly. Picking locks—I'm practically acting as a shameless thief." Wang Xiaoqian chided herself sheepishly while her eyes scanned the interior layout through the dim moonlight.

On the bed, a massive heap of flesh lay sprawled in all directions, occasionally letting out hurried snores. What a quirky sleeping habit he had.

Wang Xiaoqian burst into a giggle, bright and beautiful like blooming pear blossoms. She tiptoed to the bedside, leaning over to gaze earnestly at Li Xin. She knew well that once this man fell into a deep sleep, it was nearly impossible to wake him.

A slightly chubby face, eyes neither too big nor too small, a nose slightly flat at the bridge, and lips of moderate thickness.

Li Xin's looks could hardly be called handsome; at most, they were ordinary.

Wang Xiaoqian stared at him for a full five minutes, the smile on her cheeks growing increasingly rich, and a flush of red blooming around her earlobes. Only then did she realize that,不知when it had begun, she had genuinely grown to care for this man. For the longest time, she had believed she didn't need a man and had consistently rejected them.

Yet ever since their first encounter on the street, Li Xin's breezy, effortless demeanor had caught her attention. Up until now, this clever and wise man had inadvertently captured her heart.

Though perhaps not entirely her whole heart, nor the kind of romance she had envisioned, at the very least, this figure and this face could no longer be chased from her mind.

A thin mist of moisture suddenly veiled Wang Xiaoqian's beautiful eyes, hovering like waves and clouds over her pupils, refracting a flickering light that made them look somewhat hazy. Her teeth clenched tightly, and from time to time she bit down hard on the tip of her tongue, enduring the sharp pain as the mist in her eyes grew even denser.

She seemed to be contemplating something, making a difficult choice. After another five minutes passed, a trace of decisive resolve flashed across her eyes. Then, she raised both hands to the zipper at the collar of her clothes.

*Zip...* The zipper slid open.

Followed by the buttons of her inner garments.

And then, her bra. Purple as always, her absolute favorite.

The only difference was that previously she always wore cartoonish designs, but this time she had rarely changed into a sensual style. Through the hollowed-out silk, the fair and smooth skin beneath was faintly visible.

Having stripped away all her clothes and left in nothing more than her undergarments, Wang Xiaoqian climbed onto the bed herself, forced apart Li Xin's thick arms, and curled her body to wriggle inside. The space was neither too big nor too small—it fit just right.

She quietly gazed at Li Xin, reaching out to stroke his slightly yellowish skin for a moment; it felt somewhat oily and somewhat rough. Tossing her head back, she deeply inhaled Li Xin's breath and body scent, closing her eyes tightly as if wanting to carve him into her memory.

And then, there was no more.

Wang Xiaoqian gracefully lifted her chin, pursing her vibrant red lips, and delivered a light yet passionate kiss to Li Xin. After a brief contact, she exerted her full strength, driving straight through.

Li Xin, deep in slumber, suddenly smiled, perhaps thinking he was having an erotic dream. After the smile, any tension vanished instantly, and he tightly embraced the body of the female protagonist in his dream, domineeringly and heavily returning the passionate kiss.

And then came the natural union of kindred souls, rich with deep affection.

How long it lasted, she did not know. As the passionate clouds dispersed, Li Xin smiled with utter satisfaction. Meticulous and reticent in his waking life, he had granted himself the utmost indulgence within his dream. It seemed he believed this was truly nothing more than a wonderful dream.

Lying in the man's arms, Wang Xiaoqian rested for over an hour, constantly gazing quietly at Li Xin. It seemed as though just by looking at him this way, her heart could find the greatest release, her emotions could settle, and all her troubles could be swept away.

Checking her watch, it was five o'clock in the morning. Wang Xiaoqian kissed Li Xin deeply once more, and the tears she had struggled so hard to hold back finally slipped free, dripping onto Li Xin's face before sliding into the corner of his lips. His face twitched a few times, as if tasting the saltiness of the tears.

"Hehe, you fool," Wang Xiaoqian chuckled softly, looking breathtakingly beautiful.

"You fool, I like you, but it's a pity we cannot be together."

"I have to go now. I'm sorry, take good care of yourself from now on."

"I hope you will never forget me, nor forget my flowers."

"Farewell, my love. Don't come looking for me anymore."

"Our bond began on the street, and we shall let go of our passion here in bed."

With a string of baffling words, Wang Xiaoqian resolutely rose, dressed herself, and slipped away from the Pepsi Villa into the night. Her sports car roared off into the distance, departing alongside the memory of the painful cries when her hand had been pinched in the hotel, and the affection accumulated through days of companionship...