Auspicious Flowers and a Beautiful Moon - Side Story: Happiness Blooms Chapter 13: The City of Romance

London, dusk, a bar.
Zhou Haimin held a glass of wine, gently swirling it. The deep red liquid swirled and merged, her exquisite face glowing alluringly red in the wine's color. Outside the window, the sky remained as gloomy as ever, like a sleepy eye. The waiter listlessly wiped glasses, occasionally letting out a curse. The patrons were few and far between, the music was so soothing, and the bar was as quiet as the Thames.
Zhou Haimin suddenly smiled, picked up her phone from the table, and examined it with amusement. It had been a full year since she arrived in London, and life had been wonderful, except for the first few days. She couldn't forget those short days; the once familiar city felt unfamiliar, and she wandered around like a frightened child. Xiao Shi had once warned her that when someone is not around, you often only think of the good things. This wasn't accurate, nor profound; it wasn't about thinking of his good qualities, but rather about losing a sense of familiar security.
When the familiar large sunglasses suddenly appeared before her, she felt a surge of fear she couldn't quite comprehend. Then, he pulled out a large bouquet of roses and a huge diamond ring from behind him, and she melted without any resistance. From that moment on, life became beautiful. She learned so much. With Xiao Shi, she was happy, like a girl; with Zhang Tang by her side, she was a woman, just a woman, but safe, without having to think about anything.
She is a woman, and she is willing to continue doing it.
A customer at the bar glanced at her and staggered over. He was a typical British drunkard: short hair, a flat face, a bulbous nose, a wide mouth, thick limbs, and most notably, a large belly, much like Rooney of Manchester United.
"The weather is terrible! Beautiful lady, would you like to have a drink with me?" These two sentences are not related, but in Britain, weather is a universal logic in any language.
Zhou Haimin smiled calmly, making an indifferent gesture. The British drunkard, sitting to the side, continued to grin widely: "God is my witness, you are as beautiful as an angel." Zhou Haimin nodded politely, thanking him for the compliment.
"I guess you're Japanese, right?" Like many Westerners, this drunkard always presumptuously assumed that Chinese people were Japanese or Indians.
“No, I am Chinese.” Zhou Haimin smiled mischievously and raised her wine glass.
"Oh, I love China, the wine there is wonderful." The British drunkard, in high spirits, took a large gulp. "I hate the Japanese, they're everywhere like rats. And their wine, it's all watery, yes, watery, it's unbelievable!"
Zhou Haimin laughed. British alcoholics always judge a country by its alcohol content, and she liked that kind of old-fashioned way of speaking.
"Can you tell me why you're drinking here alone?" The drunkard stared at her greedily, as if eyeing a beloved bottle of wine, though he spoke cautiously. Zhou Haimin smiled and said, "I'm waiting for my boyfriend. He went out and will be back soon."
"Oh, I see." The Englishman looked somewhat disappointed, shrugged, and stood up. "I think I should go now. It was a pleasure chatting with you."
"Me too."
The British drunkard took a swig of his drink and swayed towards the bar. Zhang Tang, wearing large sunglasses, happened to walk in, glanced at him from afar, and sat down next to Zhou Haimin. "Nothing's wrong, is there?"
"No." Zhou Haimin smiled, looking at the man in front of her.
"Where would you like to eat tonight?" Zhang Tang asked considerately.
"Home. I'll make it for you." Zhou Haimin said with a gentle smile, finishing the wine in her glass.
"Okay, I'll eat it for you." Zhang Tang smiled, his gaze gentle behind his sunglasses.
Zhou Haimin glared at him, then laughed and said, "By the way, Yue Ru just called me. She said Xiao Shi played a trick on her, leaving her and Chang Mei at home while he ran off to France with Yang Luo. They're planning to go after them and asked if you could find out where they are. If you can, please keep an eye on them until they arrive."
"Tracking, surveillance, no problem." Zhang Tang chuckled and poured her a drink. Zhou Haimin was somewhat surprised and asked, puzzled, "Does the National Security Bureau have branches in Europe?"
“No. The National Security Bureau is not responsible for foreign intelligence.” Zhang Tang put down his wine bottle and sat up straight. “But I have friends, very good friends, in the European branch of the Ninth Bureau, who can even provide full video recordings for free if they need them.”
Zhou Haimin blushed slightly, then said with a half-smile, "Then...aren't you afraid I'll use this opportunity to secretly go on a date with him?" Zhang Tang smiled and said, "It's alright, I haven't seen Brother Xiao for a long time either."
"Boring guy!" Zhou Haimin rolled her eyes at him, downed her drink in one gulp, and said, "Let's go home and cook." With that, she got up and walked towards the door.
“You’re the one who’s cooking, not us.” Zhang Tang took out a banknote, put it on the table, and hurriedly followed.
Zhou Haimin glanced sideways, smiled sweetly, and took his arm. Zhang Tang bowed slightly and gestured for them to leave. The two went out and disappeared into the London twilight.
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When the plane arrived at Charles de Gaulle Airport, it was evening in Paris. Dongfang Jin was going to Cannes first to transfer directly. After saying goodbye to each other, Xiao Shi and Yang Luo prepared to leave.
Dongfang hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward confidently: "Sister Yang, we're all so familiar now, let's keep in touch. Here's my business card. If you ever have the chance to come to Beijing, remember to give me a call." This girl had asked for Xiao Shi's phone number twice, but Chang Mei had interrupted her both times. It was clear that her intentions were not what they seemed.
“We should keep in touch.” Yang Luo glanced at her husband, chuckled, and handed him a business card. “Jin’er, we didn’t bring our phones with us this time. Remember to call us when we get back.” Xiao Shi didn’t have any business cards with him. He spread his hands and chuckled, “Sorry, Jin’er, I didn’t bring any business cards.”
"Did I ask you if you wanted it? This is ridiculous!" Dongfang Jin blushed and glared at him.
Xiao Shi smiled but didn't say anything. After the two women exchanged another round of insincere pleasantries, Xiao Shi left with Yang Luo.
Dongfang Jin tilted her head, watching the two figures walk away, her expression a mixture of disappointment and anger. "Those hateful guys, just you wait! One day, hey, with his messy private life, it'll be alright if we go on a date sometime!" Dongfang Jin pursed her lips and turned to walk towards the ticket booth.
Xiao Shi and Yang Luo boarded the airport bus and entered the city, their hearts pounding with excitement. The sky wasn't completely dark yet; neon lights flickered uneasily and broodingly, the Seine River flowed gently and tranquilly, and the romantic city was shrouded in mystery and dreams. Overjoyed, they couldn't resist embracing and kissing in their seats. This night was sure to be incredibly passionate and romantic.
The two checked into the Sheraton Hotel. Yang Luo, worried that Cannes would be overcrowded during the film festival, also asked the hotel to book a room in Cannes. Xiao Shi's English was only at a junior high school level, but fortunately, Yang Luo had been too busy studying during university to pay attention to anything else, so he managed to manage after a while, albeit with some gestures.
After entering the room, the two eagerly dropped what they were carrying and rolled onto the bed. After a passionate kiss and caresses, Yang Luo lay face down, her face flushed and weak. Xiao Shi, too lazy to turn her over, simply ripped off her shirt with a "whoosh."
"Ah!" Yang Luo cried out, moaning, "Husband, you're so rough!"
"Do you like it?" Xiao Shi threw the bra aside again.
"I...I like it! I like whatever my husband wants!" Yang Luo couldn't contain herself any longer and kept twisting her body.
"You little slut!" Xiao Shi cursed, wrapping his arms around the woman's body to unzip her pants. Yang Luo quickly arched her back to make it easier for her husband to move; Xiao Shi took the opportunity to pull, dragging her outer pants and underwear down to her knees at the same time, exposing Yang Luo's thick buttocks to the air.
"Slap!" Xiao Shi slapped her, then bent down and kissed her. "Mmm!" Yang Luo groaned, spreading her legs slightly. Xiao Shi spread the woman's buttocks with his large hands, lowered his head, and kissed his wife's hairy private parts.
"Damn! It's already wet?"
"Ugh, don't say that!" Yang Luo glanced shyly, buried her head in the bed, and twisted her bottom, saying, "Honey, come on! I... I couldn't hold back any longer in the car, it's so itchy!"
"You little slut!" He really didn't know what else to say.
Xiao Shi pulled down the woman's pants and knelt on the bed to take off his shirt. Yang Luo chuckled and turned around naked: "Honey, let me help you." Before Xiao Shi could finish taking off his shirt, he felt a heat in his lower body as Yang Luo took him into her mouth. This girl is getting more and more amazing! He couldn't help but sigh.
Yang Luo knelt on the bed, holding his hips as she swallowed incessantly. Xiao Shi bent down and reached for his wife's buttocks; Yang Luo was caught off guard, and the entire thing was inserted into her throat. "Ugh!" Yang Luo almost cried out in tears, spitting them out and coughing violently.
Xiao Shi laughed and said, "Now you know how powerful I am, right?"
"Who's afraid of who?" Yang Luo suddenly turned around, sticking her backside out in front of him. "Come on in and have a go if you dare!"
"Damn it! Still dare to yell? Let's see how your husband deals with you!" Xiao Shi straightened up, aimed, and thrust his hips in all the way. "Ah!" Yang Luo's head jerked back, and she unconsciously lowered her buttocks. "Where do you think you're going!" Xiao Shi spread the woman's legs apart, then simply climbed onto his wife's back and began to thrust wildly.
"Ah!...Ahhh!...Husband...Too...Too fast!...No!...I'm dying!...My sweet little Luo...I'm going to be fucked to death by my husband!" Yang Luo's lower body felt like it was being pounded, and a huge wave of pleasure overwhelmed her. Her eyes rolled back, and she cried out incessantly.
After their passionate encounter, the two embraced naked. Yang Luo crossed one leg, letting her husband's knee rest against her genitals, and kissed his chest and nipples. Xiao Shi was wet and numb, letting the woman's tongue roam over his body. This girl was even more like a kitten than a kitten.
Yang Luo suddenly stopped, looked into his eyes and asked, "Husband, do you love me?"
"Love." Xiao Shi nodded, a wave of emotion washing over him. He'd never said this so formally to Changmei or his sister. Yang Luo chuckled softly, then pressed on, "So, when did you start loving me?"
"Hmm." Xiao Shi didn't know how to answer, so he just hugged her tighter. "Anyway...anyway, I regret it now. If I had known this would happen...sigh, I should have loved you sooner!"
"Exactly!" Yang Luo pouted, looking aggrieved. "I've lived with you for so long and served you every day, but you ignore me and are so stingy with even a kiss." Yang Luo seemed a little sad, paused for a moment, and then said, "Actually, I regret it too. If I had known that being together with someone was so good, I should have snatched you away long ago and not given you to anyone else. Now, I have to share my own husband with someone else."
It seemed the two were talking about different things. Xiao Shi shook his head secretly, but he was also very gratified. He never asked for much; any one of the three women would have been enough to make him proud for a lifetime. Yet he had them all at the same time. Every time he thought about it, he felt it was unreal and even hard to believe.
"Alright, don't overthink it. From now on, your husband will love you with all his heart and make it up to you." Xiao Shi could only comfort her like this. Yang Luo's eyes flashed, and she said shyly, "Then, you have to start making it up tonight. I want you to love me all night long."
Xiao Shi smiled wryly, "I'd need to be capable enough for a whole night." Yang Luo covered her mouth and chuckled, then thought for a moment and said, "Honey, how about I promise you, we don't have to rush to ejaculate inside today. If I'm not ready anymore, we can rest for a bit and then continue. That way we can play all night." Xiao Shi looked miserable, "Playing all night like that, you might have your fun, but I'll be miserable!"
"Hehe, Xiao Luo likes it!"
As night deepened, Paris outside the window, a blend of bustling glamour and romantic tranquility, exuded a glamorous serenity. Yang Luo nestled in her husband's arms, her gaze falling on the spacious terrace, where a small table and two S-shaped chaise lounges stood. The young woman's pupils dilated, and she glanced nervously at her lover. Xiao Shi's heart skipped a beat. "Xiao Luo, you wouldn't... be thinking of doing it there, would you?"
Yang Luo was embarrassed and quickly buried his head.
Xiao Shi chuckled wryly. He finally understood. This girl's occasional crazy outbursts were simply a sign of her rebellious nature; she even enjoyed playing dirty tricks during sex. Xiao Shi gave his wife's bottom a hard slap, then stood up and pulled her into his arms: "Okay, if you like it, your husband will keep you company!"
"Won't someone see us?" Yang Luo asked, both excited and shy.
"So what if I see her? It won't hurt me!" Xiao Shi threw the woman onto the recliner.
Yang Luo stared intently at the night sky with her large eyes; Xiao Shi looked around, then went back inside and turned off the lights. Thus, the room was completely dark, while the outside was bustling with activity, with only two naked and lewd bodies flashing white light.
Yang Luo lay prone on the S-shaped recliner, her buttocks naturally becoming the highest point of her body. Xiao Shi pressed against the woman's back, slowly entering her from behind. "Ah, so beautiful!" Yang Luo exclaimed softly, closing her eyes. "Husband, take it slow this time, don't rush, I want you to stay inside me the whole time."
"Whatever you like is fine."
Xiao Shi leaned down, and the two kissed tenderly, their lower bodies slickly pulsating together.
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Across the street, in the window, in the darkness.
The two men were busily setting up a tripod and installing an infrared surveillance device. One of them said, "Boss Wu, Old Zhang only said he wanted to monitor their movements, do we really need to be this serious?"
"Who knows? That guy's always been a bit eccentric." Wu was adjusting his tripod without even looking up. "Oh well, whatever. I'm tired of being stuck in the embassy all day. It's good to have something to do."
“That’s true.” Another person moved closer to the monitor and began adjusting the distance, when suddenly they exclaimed, “Holy crap!”
"What's wrong! What did you see?" Wu Tou finally looked up.
"Come and see! Hey! Zhang Tang has finally found us a good job!"
Wu Tou glanced at it suspiciously, then got up and leaned closer. On a terrace opposite, a woman was clinging to the back of a chair, only her head peeking out. Judging from her mouth movements, she was shouting, while a man behind her was thrusting repeatedly. The scene wasn't clear, but the deep red blur, combined with the unseen and unimaginable imagery, made it all the more stimulating.
Wu Tou straightened up, frowned, and said, "Doesn't that guy have a girlfriend? Why are they making us do this?"
"Yes, I found them. They're quite pretty. They're both in London; I even met them once." The man leaned down again, looking at them with interest. "Hey, Wu, what do you think? Should we take a couple of pictures and send them to Zhang Tang, to see his reaction?"
"Don't do anything reckless, Old Zhang isn't that kind of person!" Wu Tou pulled over a chair, lit a cigarette, and sat down.
"How about sending it to her girlfriend?" the man had a new idea.
"Come on, sit down. What's there to see?"
"Hehe." The man sat down, but he sat in front of the monitor.
On the other side of the hotel building, Yang Luo turned around and changed her posture, spreading her legs wide and placing them on the armrest. Xiao Shi explored his wife's pubic hair, which was darker than the night, found the right spot, and thrust in, continuing their romantic moment.
Paris, the city of romance, where many things are romantic.

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