Chapter 514 - 8.114 Grant Me The Honor*
The squeals around them almost broke through the roof, brought over by the crashing echo of the waves and the breeze of salty air. The cameras flashed even more brilliantly, and Ellen did not need his phone to know that all of this was going straight to the front of the entertainment page. Beside him, Sister Chen was so angry that she almost fainted straight to the ground.
However, it was as if Lu Yizhou could see no other than the man in front of him, his gaze was intense yet gentle at the same time. And coupled with his glorious silver hair and the fluttering cape behind him, he gave a strong impression of the king who had descended from his throne just to fetch his secret lover...
Ellen did not even realize he was gaping until he clicked his jaws shut. He swallowed, his throat awfully parched. The sense of déjà vu was getting stronger and stronger as a myriad of images flashed in front of his eyelids.
He seemed to see himself in the exact same position, mesmerized and dumbfounded in equal measure by the man in front of him while the whole world cheered for them. He recalled the thundering heartbeat, the abnormal heat surging up his chest, the feeling as though he was going to explode out of happiness... There was also a bit of embarrassment, apprehension and...
Ellen abruptly snapped out to his senses and schooled his expression. He had no idea what kind of face he was showing earlier but one thing for sure, it wouldn’t be any good. And now, it was definitely going to be broadcasted for the whole world to see. Great, very great!
The more he thought about it, the uglier his face was. He silently gnashed his teeth and hissed out in a voice only both of them could hear, "Is it fun?"
Lu Yizhou’s lips curved. "Very."
This gorgeous bastard... he even dared to admit it! He had known clearly how he looked but he still dared to ask Ellen something like that. What was it if not teasing? Ellen quietly seethed, his golden eyes shimmering with anger so bright that it rivaled the sun. "Are you done yet?"
"I don’t know..." he hummed as though pondering something very serious. "If I am not wrong, the photographer has specifically requested a passionate and toe-curling rendezvous. He also wants us to strengthen our intimacy. What should I do to achieve that, I wonder?"