Her cheeks warmed. "You are getting poetic again."
He chuckled, lowering his voice as he brushed a fringe of hair from her cheek to the back of her ear. "I'm only poetic when I'm looking at you, because my eyes have only you. If I'm not praising you, who should I praise? Let's see if they are fitting... Let's get into the fitting room." Holding her dress, they went into the dressing room, and he scanned the place entirely, making sure it was safe and that there were no hidden cameras.
The dressing room door shut softly behind them before locking it, giving the illusion of privacy. Ruyi set the gown aside gently on the stand and turned to face him. She raised an eyebrow. "So, this is what you meant by 'power couple'? Wearing matching outfits and trading sweet words in such a place?"
Lu Zhi Hao's hands found her waist, strong fingers splaying over the curve of her hips, before he gently massaged her little abdomen. "Matching outfits are only the beginning, and it should be a normal thing to do, you know."
He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, and a warm breath brushed through the back of her neck. "We walk into that gala, and the world stares at us; we are the universe, and you should know that. But here, just for now, you and I, I get you all to myself. I get to taste and see everything about you, I touch all of you." He whispered as he recalled that time she had barged into his life, it wasn't a pleasant way, but he was glad that he had thought of marrying her at that time. That ex-fiancé truly missed such a beautiful woman.
His arms were moving around her body, while he kissed her from the ear to her neck intimately with passion.
Her breath caught up. She looped her arms around his neck, fingertips brushing the collar of his shirt, then gliding along the back of his neck.
His skin was warm under her touch. She rose on tiptoes and kissed him, softly, teasingly, and then again, lingering a little longer. Their relationship has always been the best and intimate. They trusted each other.
He pulled her closer, one hand sliding up her back, the other pressing her waist gently closer to his body.
His mouth found hers and passionately kissed each other, deeper this time, tasting her, savoring the way she melted into him. Ruyi let out a quiet sigh against his lips, fingers tangling in his hair as she returned every kiss with equal need. This man always made her knees tremble.
Her hand slipped beneath the lapel of his blazer, smoothing over the steady beat of his heart. "You always smell expensive, if it weren't for the fact that... Mnnnh!" she murmured and didn't dare complete the sentence, lips ghosting along his jaw, no lie, she has always been lustful with his body.
"And you," he stated, planting a trail of kisses from her cheek to the base of her neck, "always feel like trouble. Everything about you feels like poison."
She laughed, breathless, as his lips found the hollow of her collarbone. "Then you must love trouble, if not, we wouldn't be here today."
"I crave it every single minute," he whispered, lifting her hand and kissing the inside of her wrist. "Especially when it comes to your shape, you are everything, Mama... Very perfect."
Her fingers traced the edge of his jaw, her lips brushing his again, this time slower, more deliberate, and savoring each other. "Then kiss me like you mean it, like I'm the only diamond in your gallery."