Hui Yingzi's cheeks were slightly red, revealing a trace of embarrassment. She didn't know how to answer Nan Yi's question. Should she tell the truth: "The martial arts drama in Xiangxun has declined, and I, a pure fighting girl, am almost out of food. I ran to Paris to prepare to take a group of photos at my own expense to let everyone know that I am not only a fighting girl, but I can also be very feminine?
Should I tell others that I am about to turn thirty and want to preserve the memories of my youth? "
After a moment of awkward hesitation, Hui Yingzi said, "I don't know what your name is, sir."
"Adam." Nan Yi replied calmly, then took out a pen from his pocket and started writing on his notebook, "If you want to go to the experimental art gallery area, you can take a taxi. When you get in the car, show this to the driver."
Nan Yi pointed to the line of words he had written and said, "Look to the right after you get off the bus. If you see two connected buildings... you've seen the High Street haunted house, right?"
"I have met you." Hui Yingzi nodded.
"Well, there are two buildings connected to each other that look a bit like the haunted house on High Street, with black conical towers and lightning rods on top. If you see them, you'll be right to get off there. After getting off the bus, pay attention to the buildings on the roadside and you'll see the house numbers. If you want to find a place, just look at the house numbers."
"You shouldn't."
"It's okay." Nan Yi waved his hand and stood the newspaper up again.
When Hui Yingzi saw Nan Yi's actions, she thanked him again, stood up and walked to the roadside to hail a taxi.
Nan Yi finished his bread and leisurely read the newspaper. When the sun got a little hot, he took a baguette and strolled back to the apartment.
In the guest room, Sophie Marceau was lying on the bed with her hands crossed and tied behind her back. Her calves were bent backward and upward, and her thighs were in a V shape, also tied up. A stocking was stuffed in her mouth, with a tiny edge of it sticking out from the corner of her mouth. It looked a little hard, and it must have been a few days since she took it off.
When Nan Yi walked to the bed, Sophie Marceau's eyelashes trembled.
Pinching Sophie Marceau's cheeks, Nan Yi pulled the stockings out of Sophie Marceau's mouth.
"ah……"
As soon as Sophie Marceau's mouth was freed, she immediately became dishonest and raised her head to bite Nan Yi.
"Behave yourself, or I'll tie you up for another day."
Nan Yi said this and released the hand that was pinching Sophie Marceau's cheek.
"Connard, Salope... %￥#@＊" After a few words of French curse, Sophie Marceau said bitterly: "Adam, we are done."
"Okay, you dare to break up with me, Nan Yi."
Nan Yi waved his hand behind him, and when the school beauty came closer, he pointed at her armpit.
The school beauty took out a gun and handed it to Nan Yi.
Nan Yi took the gun and removed the magazine. Then, with a click, he pressed his finger on the magazine and a bullet fell to the ground, one after another. When there was only one bullet left in the magazine, Nan Yi put the magazine back into the gun, turned on the safety, and loaded the gun in one go.
"We can break up. Let's play Russian roulette. You go first and shoot. As long as you don't die, I will agree to it."
As soon as Nan Yi finished speaking, Sophie Marceau struggled to stand up, "Asshole, Adam, you asshole, you are playing Russian roulette with this gun. Do you want me to bet that there is no bullet in the gun, or that the bullet is jammed?"
"You can bet on both sides, so the success rate will be higher." Nan Yi said teasingly.
"Asshole..."
Balabala, Sophie Marceau started her endless national curse again.
Nan Yi bent down to pick up the bullet on the ground, wiped it and put it back into the magazine, returned the gun to the school beauty, and waved his hand to let her go out.
After the school beauty left, Nan Yi sat at the end of the bed, leisurely listening to Sophie Marceau's changing tone, from high-pitched to gentle Chinese curses.
After scolding for a while, Sophie Marceau saw Nan Yi's smiling face and had no interest in continuing scolding. She leaned her head against the bed, changed her body position to get herself up, then moved her hips to Nan Yi's side, opened her mouth, and bit Nan Yi's biceps.
"oh……"
Nan Yi frowned and pinched Sophie Marceau's cheeks. When she opened her mouth in pain, Nan Yi stood up, untied the restraints on Sophie Marceau's legs, dragged her legs to the ground, and knocked them left and right to spread her legs apart.
Three hours later...
In the master bedroom next door, Sophie Marceau was lying on Nan Yi, and the two of them were soaking in the bathtub.
"Your clothes must have round necks. I mean the inner clothes, or when you only wear one, the outer clothes can be V-neck. Your skirt can only be 3 cm above the knee, no shorter. Um, you can wear tight jeans, but not clothes. You can only wear loose clothes."
"Tyrant, I am your personal property? I can't have my own self?" Sophie Marceau said without hesitation.
"Your self is to be honest? Before we started dating, I made it clear to you that I can find other women outside, but you can't. You are only allowed to have me as your man."
"You only come a few days a year, and I feel lonely." Sophie Marceau said aggrievedly: "In Beijing for half a year, we were only a dozen kilometers apart. How many times did you come to see me? Now we are thousands of kilometers apart, and you come even less often.
You are not here on New Year's Day, you are not here on Christmas, you are not here on Easter, you are not here on Halloween, you are not here on my birthday, you are not here on Christmas, and you are still not here on Valentine's Day.
Oh, there are always gifts. Adam, let me ask you, is there someone who is responsible for arranging women like me?"
"Yes, there are special people in charge. I just need to give the order as to what gift I need to give you. Others will do the rest. I don't need to worry about it." Nan Yi said directly and honestly, "I'm too busy. I don't have time to worry about these things."
Sophie Marceau raised her head and then knocked it back, "Are you treating me as your most important client?"
"That's about right."
"Adam, you can lie to me here, and I'll be happier that way."
"I think that no matter whether people are happy or miserable, they must live in reality. They cannot be false to those they care about, nor can they deceive themselves with lies."
"I'd rather not have this kind of reality." Sophie Marceau turned over, put her hands on Nan Yi's chest, and looked at him with burning eyes, "Can you come to see me more often in the future?"
"Okay, when I leave, you come with me to Mumbai and we can spend a few months together."
"Very good."
Sophie Marceau cheered and put her mouth against Nan Yi's.
More than an hour later, Nan Yi and Sophie Marceau were wiping the water stains on the floor with rags.
"There will be a Paris Motor Show at the Grand Palais tomorrow. Would you like to accompany me?" After wiping for a while, Sophie Marceau turned to Nan Yi and said.
“Want to buy a new car?”
"Take a look and buy anything you like."
"Well, I hope you only plan to buy one, then I can still afford it. If you want to buy two, I'm sorry, I'm very poor recently." Nan Yi spread his hands with a bitter face.
Sophie Marceau threw the rag away, stood up straight, and puffed out her chest. "Adam, from today on, you will be my follower. You will listen to whatever I say. As long as I am happy, I can give you a little reward."
"Ha, ok, Sophie Rich."
"Ah ha, crawl over here and lick my toes, and I'll give you a thousand francs." Sophie Marceau stretched her left foot forward and said arrogantly to Nan Yi.
Nan Yi was too lazy to pay attention. He wiped the floor dry with a few swishes, then took the washbasin to the bathroom and cleaned up. Nan Yi came out of the bathroom and said to Sophie Marceau, who was still stunned, "Clean up and go out for dinner."
"Oh, wait." Sophie Marceau walked up to Nan Yi and held his hand, "Come with me."
Sophie Marceau led Nan Yi to the cloakroom, pointed at a wall and said, "I asked someone to renovate this place. This half is yours. I bought you a lot of clothes."
Nan Yi glanced around and found that the cloakroom had been divided into two parts, one half was hung with Sophie Marceau's clothes, and the other half was hung with shirts, suits and some casual wear.
Sophie Marceau walked to the cabinet and opened a drawer. "Come and take a look. This is the watch I bought for you."
Nan Yi walked up to Sophie Marceau and took a look into the drawer, which was filled with twenty or thirty watches, all of which were expensive models, and some of them were antique watches.
"Do you spend every penny of your annual dividend?"
"No, I'm just buying clothes. It doesn't cost much." Sophie Marceau said, taking off Nan Yi's T-shirt, taking a shirt from the hanger and gesturing to his chest, and then reaching out to touch Nan Yi's abdominal muscles. "It fits just right, Adam. Your figure is still so good. It hasn't changed at all."
"Well, change it for me."
Nan Yi stretched out his hands, waiting for Sophie Marceau's service.
Sophie Marceau unbuttoned her shirt, put it on Nan Yi, then fastened the buttons, then opened a drawer, picked out a pair of platinum French cufflinks.
"Forget about the cufflinks. They're too formal."
As Nan Yi spoke, he rolled up his sleeves, stopped at his elbows, and smoothed out the wrinkles on his shirt.
"Almost." Sophie Marceau muttered as she looked at Nan Yi, then took out a black cuff from another drawer and put it on Nan Yi's left arm. She stepped back, looked at it for a while, and then nodded with satisfaction, "That's almost it."
Nan Yi turned around and looked at the fitting mirror. "Flat shoes, good taste. This dress shows my noble and elegant temperament and makes me look like a millionaire."
"Haha, millionaire, Adam, you're broke?"
"Don't be naughty, pick a pair of pants, something loose, not slim."
"Um."
Sophie Marceau picked out a pair of pants for Nan Yi, and after helping Nan Yi dress up, she asked, "Adam, what should I wear?"
"A blue linen shirt, blue jeans, and low-top flats. I like you to dress simply."
"Adam, that's how I dressed when I was fourteen. I'm twenty-two now. I should wear skirts and high heels to show my sexiness."
"No, wait until you are over 30 before considering sexiness. Now you should dress like I say." Nan Yi stroked Sophie Marceau's face. "You can be elegant and sexy until you are 60 or 70, but your youthful innocence will soon pass. Dress like you should at your age and do what you should do at your age."
Sophie Marceau's eyes lit up, "Then can I go make a movie?"
"Okay, you're the heroine, I'm the hero, and we'll shoot a movie called 'The Perfect Match'."
Sophie Marceau turned up her nose and snorted.
“Hmm… um…”
In an alley in the 7th arrondissement of Petite Paris, two black men were firing at a middle-aged white man.
"Eighty...eighty..."
"Joey, that's enough. It'll keep him lying down for a week."
"Wait, eighty, eighty." The black man named Joey kicked the white middle-aged man twice, then he and his companions ran away.
After Sophie Marceau dressed up as Nan Yi liked, the two of them set off for the Champs-Elysées.
The Champs-Elysées starts from the Place de la Concorde in the east and ends at the Place Charles de Gaulle in the west. It is the most beautiful and largest street , with a total length of 25 kilometers. The entire street is divided into two sections. Walking west from the Place de la Concorde, you will first reach the eastern section of the Champs-Elysées, which is mainly a tree-lined pedestrian street. On both sides of the road are large green spaces that are rare in the city center.
Going west is the western section of the Champs-Elysées, a high-end shopping district famous in Paris and even the world. It combines romance and fashion. Many wealthy socialites and celebrities like to come here to shop.
The dazzling windows of the Champs-Elysées are filled with all kinds of fashionable clothing, high-end jewelry, designer handbags and various fine products, which are overwhelming. Various high-end brands are located on this street.
Today was the first time that Nan Yi accompanied Sophie Marceau to the Champs-Elysées. Sophie Marceau seemed very lively and happy. As soon as they entered a luxury brand store, Sophie Marceau's enthusiasm was revealed.
Women are naturally interested in beautiful clothes and shiny objects. Sophie Marceau was in front, and Nan Yi followed behind with his mouth wide open like a dog. In Givenchy's store, Sophie fell in love with two sets of clothes at the same time and couldn't bear to part with them.
"Adam, which one looks better?"
“All good.”
The two pieces of clothing in Sophie Marceau's hand were both made of more fabric, which was in line with Nan Yi's preference of "not being cheap to others", so he turned to the shopping guide and said calmly: "Pack both pieces."
Nan Yi's calm tone made the shopping guide's eyes sparkle. He thought to himself, "This is a rich man, with yellow skin, he should be Japanese. Humph, isn't he just a little celebrity? His figure is not as good as mine. I can definitely win this rich man over as long as I put down my power."
Thinking of this, the shopping guide straightened his chest, encouraged himself, and prepared to launch an offensive.
Just as the salesperson was about to flirt with Nan Yi, Sophie Marceau handed her the clothes in her hand and said in the same indifferent tone: "Take me to pay, Adam, pick one for yourself and I'll pay."
“Forget it, I didn’t see anything I liked.”
"What? She's a gigolo? Damn Japanese pig, you're wasting my expression." The shopping guide muttered inwardly and politely took Sophie Marceau to the counter to pay.
After visiting Givenchy, he did not stop but went to several other luxury brand clothing stores. The shopping bags in Nan Yi's hands increased one after another.
After visiting the clothing store, Sophie Marceau took Nan Yi to a luxury jewelry store.
Van Cleef & Arpels, Nan Yi was led into the store. What caught his eyes were not the jewelry, but memories. A female jewelry designer whose name he had forgotten once worked in this brand company. However, Nan Yi remembered that the woman once said that she worked for the Richemont Group.
"In what year was this group founded? 198 or something. Shit, I wasn't paying attention at all at the time, so I didn't hear it all. This group seems to have a lot of luxury brands under it, Richemont... How do you spell it in English?"
Swallowtail Butterfly's operations have been unsuccessful and Nan Yi has not achieved his original intention of building a luxury brand. Nan Yi has given up on Swallowtail Butterfly and will implement the plan of increasing the valuation and then selling it when he has time.
But he did not give up on luxury brands. Since he did not understand operations, he invested in people who did. It was not Nan's Investment, but Nan Yi Private Investment. Jade and luxury brands were both Nan Yi's Waterloo, and he planned to get back into the game and make up for his defeat.
"Li is most likely the transliteration of 'rich', Riche, Rico are all possible; what is Feng? French should be Montagne, English is Mountain, Spanish is Montana, Portuguese is Montanha, German... German is shit, luxury brands have nothing to do with it.
According to the general habit of creating compound words, the words for Richemont would probably be RichMount, RicheMont, and RicoMont. "
Nan Yi memorized a few words in his mind, thinking of asking someone to check whether there is such a company in Europe. If not, then check in the United States. If not, then check again next year. If not, then he is not destined to find such a company.
"Adam, what are you thinking about, come and take a look at this set of jewelry."
Hearing Sophie Marceau's call, Nan Yi walked over and followed Sophie Marceau's sight and saw a set of jewelry lying on the counter. The set included a necklace, bracelet, and earrings. It was made of nested black and white pearls. The black and white combination gave a great visual impact.
“It’s fascinating, isn’t it?”
A woman came uninvited and walked up to Nan Yi and the other man.
Nan Yi glanced at her. The woman was very beautiful, exuding a youthful aura. She had blonde hair, a delicate face, and a pair of blue eyes that were deep and charming. Her S-shaped figure was slightly exaggerated, which was stunning at first glance, but a little creepy upon closer inspection, which made Nan Yi suspect that she had a tilted pelvis.
But those who understand know that this kind of figure cannot be evaluated from the perspective of beauty, but must be pragmatic and analyzed from the perspective of practicality.
"Yes, it's charming. Can I try it on?"
"Of course, nice to meet you. I'm the designer of this set of jewelry, Anne Bove." The blonde woman extended her hand to Nan Yi and introduced herself.
Nan Yi thought for a moment, wondering whether it was himself or Sophie Marceau who attracted Anne Bove and made her come closer to him. The temperament displayed by Anne Bove was definitely not what an ordinary jewelry designer should have. Her temperament could only be precipitated by at least three generations of wealth.
"Hello, Adam." Nan Yi shook hands with Anne Bove.
After the greetings, Anne Bofour said to the clerk at the counter: "Take out this set of jewelry for this lady to try on."
Upon hearing this, the teller immediately opened the small door on the counter and took out the entire set of jewelry.
As soon as the jewelry was taken out, a woman who looked like the store manager came over and helped Sophie Marceau put on the jewelry.
When Sophie Marceau put on the whole set of jewelry, her temperament suddenly changed. She originally gave people the impression of youth and sweetness, but after wearing the jewelry, she added three points of sexiness, a pair of clear and melancholy brown charming eyes, extremely pretty face and slender figure, which made people imagine.
Sophie Marceau has a good taste and Anne Bove's designs are also very good, which makes Nan Yi, who has always liked simplicity and is not sensitive to the embellishment of jewelry, appreciate them both.
"Does it have a name?" Nan Yi turned and looked at Anne Bofor's face and asked.
"Beloved, this is the name I gave it. It is made entirely of natural pearls from Tahiti, 66 white pearls and 22 black pearls, and is paired with a platinum chain. It is very suitable for Miss Marceau to wear."
Hearing the lame name "beloved", and the excitement in Sophie Marceau's eyes, Nan Yi knew that he had to spend money. Sophie Marceau could pay for the other items herself, but not this piece of jewelry.
"I want it, how much?"
"Five hundred thousand francs." Anne Bove said to Nan Yi with a smile.
"Yes, it's worth the price."
Nan Yi said it beautifully, but his heart was bleeding.
"Damn, that's a lousy name. It makes me embarrassed to bargain." Nan Yi complained in his heart and took a stack of traveler's checks from the school beauty. "What's the exchange rate to US dollars?"
“5.8.”
"Damn, the exchange rate is even better."
Nan Yi complained again, rubbing his thumb against his lips, and counting the bills one by one. He picked out 86 bills with a denomination of $1,000, and then two bills with a denomination of $100 and placed them on the counter. Then he looked at Anne Bofour with burning eyes, muttering in his heart, "See if you dare to let me pay another $6."
Anne Bove smiled and waved her hand, asking the manager to take the traveler's checks.
"The global economy has not recovered from last year's stock market crash. For more than half a year, the brand's sales have plummeted. It is rare to meet such a wealthy customer. Beloved, good name. The next work will be called Love of a Lifetime. Haha, as long as a woman likes it, a man will never dare not buy it."
Anne Bofour smiled secretly and then whispered a few words to the manager. After a while, the manager came over with a membership card.
"Adam, this is our Van Cleef & Arpels diamond card. You can get an 85% discount at any Van Cleef & Arpels store by using this card. So far, 27 cards have been given out worldwide, and this is the 28th. I hope you can accept it."
Anne Bofour was being polite, but Nan Yi clearly felt that the other party treated him as a rich and naive person. She was not satisfied with just one kill, but also wanted to keep him in good condition and take him out for meat from time to time?
"Thank you, it's my honor!" Nan Yi took the card and said politely.
He has already made up his mind. He will send the card to Tokyo tomorrow and have someone sell it to the rich people in Tokyo. Any money he can get back will be a good gain.
When Nan Yi followed the satisfied Sophie Marceau out of the store, it was already completely dark, and it was time to feed Sophie Marceau, who had only eaten one baguette all day.
"Where are we going to eat?"
"Ah!" Sophie Marceau exclaimed, "I remember now, I've already made an appointment today, Adam, do you mind if the three of us have dinner together?"
"I don't mind. I even postponed my work for you, so why would I mind having a meal with more people?"
"Aha, don't be so angry, I'm dating a woman." Looking at Nan Yi's depressed expression, Sophie Marceau said with great joy.
"So, where are we going to eat?"
"I've already made a reservation at the Tour d'Argent," Sophie Marceau said, taking the phone from Yajni and dialing, "Marion, Tour d'Argent, we'll be there in about half an hour."
"us?"
"Yes, us, me and my Adam, my man."
"Wow, then I have to save the time for makeup. I should be there in about fifty minutes."
"OK, we'll wait for you."
The Tour Argent restaurant is near Notre Dame de Paris, not too far from the Champs-Elysées. Although it was rush hour, Nan Yi and his companions arrived at the door of the restaurant in just over twenty minutes.
"Do you want to go up first, or wait for your friend?"
"Let's go upstairs first. Marion is more casual, so we don't need to wait for her here." Sophie Marceau put her arm around Nan Yi and naturally pulled him to the first floor of the building.
The distance from the car to the building gate was only about thirty meters, and Nan Yi could feel several people staring at him. He just hoped that Oriental people really looked the same in the eyes of the French, as they simply couldn't remember their faces.
Sophie Marceau's fame has its pros and cons. Nan Yi has appeared here more often, and sooner or later the gossip about him and Sophie Marceau will definitely appear in the newspapers.
In the afternoon, Nan Yi told Sophie Marceau that he wanted to make a movie with the two of them as the male and female protagonists. It was not just a joke. If the gossip spread, the movie might really be approved in order to cover up the truth.
Entering the first floor, you will come to the restaurant lounge. The restaurant is on the seventh floor. To go upstairs, you must first go to the lounge. After the reservation information is confirmed, a waiter will lead you upstairs.
A waiter came over to greet Nan Yi and the other person. He did not ask for the reservation information. Instead, he said a few polite words and led them directly to the elevator shaft.
Apparently, Sophie Marceau can carry herself.
After going upstairs, the waiter took the two of them directly to a seat by the window where they could conveniently enjoy the surrounding scenery. Marion, whom Sophie Marceau had mentioned, had not arrived yet, so the two of them just ordered two glasses of water and chatted while waiting.
"Adam, is India fun?"
"What's the point of listening to me? When you get there, use your own eyes to discover it."
"I want to hear you say it."
"I can only say that if you are willing, you can live like a princess in the Middle Ages there. You don't need to do anything. If you need anything, you just need to open your mouth."
"Everything?"
"Yes, all of them. Don't listen to me. Leave it to you to feel it." Nan Yi said, looking at a woman walking towards their table, "Flat shoes, is that the Marion you mentioned?"
Sophie Marceau turned her head, took a look, immediately smiled and waved, and the woman opposite also smiled back.
"Silly pig, I haven't seen you for two days. You've changed a lot, Sophie. Is this the nourishment of love?" Marion walked to the table and kissed Sophie Marceau on the cheek.
"Hello, Marion, let me introduce you to Adam Smith, my adopted man. Adam, this is my good friend, Marion, Marion Wallenberg."
"Hello, Miss Wallenberg." Nan Yi extended his hand to Marion, and at the same time he was still thinking, "Is there a surname called Wallenberg in France?"
"Hello, Mr. Adam, do you provide short-term rentals?" Marion said with a smile.
"Ah, you should ask Sophie. She has already bought me out."
"Sophie?"
Marion turned and looked at Sophie Marceau.
"Sure, as long as it doesn't exceed a week, I can sublet Adam to you." Sophie Marceau responded with a smile, then looked at Nan Yi and said, "Adam, you should be very happy, right?"
"Yes, Miss Wallenberg, how about starting today?"
"Why not?"
Marion smiled and took the seat next to Sophie Marceau, and as she sat down, the jokes stopped.
The waiter was called over, and the three of them discussed and ordered some side dishes. The main course was blood duck, which Sophie Marceau had ordered long ago.
Whether the food in high-end restaurants in France is delicious or not is aside for now; they are often highly praised for their quality, for example, the Tour Argentine restaurant. Each blood duck sold in the restaurant has a unique number, and every customer who tastes the blood duck will receive a certificate with the number printed on it.
It is said that Edward VII received the number 328, Roosevelt Sr. and Roosevelt Jr. received the number 33642 and 112151, and Queen Victoria received the number 185397.
Celebrities, numbers, certificates, reservations required two months in advance, and a history of more than 400 years. When all these factors are added together, the restaurant's status is simply overwhelming. This made Nan Yi, who is not used to the "blood-locking" cooking method and has never been a fan of duck meat, not feel embarrassed to say that it is not delicious.
Regarding ducks, Nan Yi particularly likes to eat salted duck eggs, and they have to have oily yolks.
During the dinner, the two women were chatting there, and Nan Yi would be paid attention to occasionally. Nan Yi also calmly accepted the state of being ignored.
No matter how enthusiastically he chatted with Sophie Marceau or with Marion, there was a possibility of being rude or becoming jealous, so it was better to keep it like this.
After the meal, Nan Yi and the others watched Marion drive away in a Chevrolet Corvette Sledge Hammer.
Looking at the silver lightning, Sophie Marceau's eyes showed a hint of love and envy.
"Don't look at it. I won't allow you to buy it."
"Why, $500,000 isn't too expensive."
"It's not about the money, it's about the speed. At 400 kilometers per hour, where do you want to go? Heaven or hell?"
“But it’s beautiful.”
"If you just want to buy one and put it in your garage, then I allow you to buy it. If you want to drive it, then forget it."
"I can't drive it. Why would I buy it?" Sophie Marceau hung on Nan Yi's neck and said coquettishly, "Can you just let me drive it?"
"No, if you want speed, go fly a plane. Is the Dassault Mirage 2000 fast enough?"
"snort."
Sophie Marceau snorted, let go of the hand that was holding Nan Yi, walked to Nan Yi's SUV, kicked the tire with her foot, and then, tragically, Sophie Marceau held her shoe and jumped on one leg in place.
Nan Yi smiled and walked in front of Sophie Marceau. "Fortunately, your kick was not too strong, otherwise the car's passive defense system would be activated, and the machine gun would have swept you into a hornet's nest."
"Why don't you say missiles are coming? It hurts so much. Help me."
"Good idea. Let's install micro missiles on the car tomorrow." Nan Yi joked and walked to Sophie Marceau and helped her into the car.
When they got in the car, Sophie Marceau used all kinds of tricks to try to make Nan Yi give in. Even when they returned to the apartment, Nan Yi still didn't fall into the trap.
Sophie Marceau, who was unwilling to give up, turned on the CD, played "Reality", and danced with Nan Yi. She knew very well that Nan Yi liked to bathe in this song, just like that blue linen shirt. She knew very well that Nan Yi could not resist it at all.
Sophie Marceau held Nan Yi and rocked him gently, and from time to time she used her hair to tease Nan Yi's nose. Slowly, slowly, their breathing became heavier, and slowly, slowly, their noses touched each other.
When the fledgling spread its wings in the storm, Sophie Marceau whispered seductively in Nan Yi's ear: "Adam, can you let me drive?"