Wedge Wedge

  Autumn.

  France. Paris. Champs-élysées. A sea of golden color.

  A woman wearing black boots treads on fallen leaves, walking on a flat and wide road. Her slightly curly long hair falls gently on her khaki coat, with slender legs, elegant and quiet.

  She held a white Poodle in her arms, the dog obediently following her slow pace, occasionally licking its mouth's fluff, lazy and lovely.

  To the right of the woman was a handsome man with an irresistible charm. He had short hair and wore a casual suit. With his hands in his pockets, he kept a certain distance from the woman, humming a tune softly to himself, looking relaxed and content. "Hey, I'm asking you, are you still going to walk the dog?" The man asked, his tone playful.

  The girl softly said "uh-huh", "I'm taking you for a walk..."

  "Mona... it's been so many years since we last met, aren't you excited at all?" The man automatically filtered out the woman's scolding words.

  The girl slightly tilted her head, looked at him and softly asked, "Should I be excited?"

  "At least you should give me a hug?"

  "This is nothing," the woman said calmly.

  The man stopped and gazed at the woman called Mona.

  The woman also stopped and turned to the man. The noble dog squatted on the ground with its buttocks, and its black eyes stared at the man, shaking its ears.

  "Shoo, little rabbit...!" The man pointed at the white puppy with some annoyance, "Don't force me to hit you!"

  "Hey, correct you, it's a puppy, not a rabbit. And," Mona shrugged her shoulders, "when beating a dog, one must consider its master."

  The man lost his smile, "You're still so..."

  "What?" Mona raised an eyebrow.

  "How cute!" The man took a step forward and hugged Mona. Incidentally, he kicked away the troublesome white little furball with one foot.

  The little dog yelped and ran away with its tail between its legs, stopping at a distance to bark at the man with its head tilted.

  Mona didn't move, letting the man hold her, with the crisp scent of men's fragrance filling her nostrils, feeling very comfortable and familiar.

  The man grasped her hand and placed it on his waist, his chin resting against the top of her head, gentle and delicate. Her hair smelled of rose essence, and his voice began to get a little hoarse, "Don't you miss me? I miss you so much, every night I'm thinking of you, do you know that?"

  "I know," Mona's lips brushed against his suit, drawling lazily.

  The man's large hand stroked her hair, with a faint, almost imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth. "How did you know?"

  "Mona rolled her eyes, 'Because every night, I sneeze, it's so annoying.'"

  "Hmm..." The man finally let out a light laugh, "It's that powerful, huh... So, are you thinking of me?"

  "Mona said, 'I think of Ah Hui every night.'"

  A Hui was the wolf that once saved Mona. If she said he was thinking of him, it also indirectly explained that he wasn't human... His woman was still so sharp-tongued, "I went to great lengths to get my hands on Lü Yanlan's hotel, do you want to reward me?"

  "You didn't plan on giving me the hotel either..." Mona said with a light laugh, but her eyes had a hint of chill.

  "I've already written the contract for transferring the hotel, I'll send it to your company tomorrow, Mona. Will you forgive me then?" The man said in a soft and indulgent tone.

  "What?" Mona said incredulously.

  "Kiss me, okay?" The man's eager gaze burned hotly at Mona.

  But before Mona could refuse, the man's lips had already been pressed against hers.

  Mona's eyes were wide open, her long eyelashes fluttering like black butterflies, her lips tightly closed, gazing at the man's knife-sharp cheekbones.

  The man's thin lips were soft, somewhat cold. His tongue gently licked her lips, a slight touch that retreated the defensive line in her heart, the pretended indifference, and at this moment, was finally defeated by his tenderness.

  He pried open her lips, his hands roaming over the slender curve of her waist, and his scorching hot lips finally made contact with her warm, wet little tongue. At this moment, he was closer to her than he had been in years.

  Two hearts almost stuck together, the thoughts that had been strongly suppressed for years burst out and exploded into the brightest sparks, burning him up. He kissed her passionately, never wanting to let go again.

  Mona also began to try to respond to the man, his body temperature was what she missed day and night, every night when she woke up from nightmares, she always missed his clear eyes and warm smile, now she finally got it.

  She hugged the man back, her hands on his slender waist, like a child seeking warmth, so dependent on him. She softly called out to him: Reaty, Reaty, Reaty...

  An elderly couple, supporting each other, walked slowly, gazing at the passionate young lovers kissing, their wrinkled eyes filled with smiles. The old man stole a kiss on his wife's cheek when she wasn't paying attention, and her face was instantly filled with joy.

  "How is it? Do you still like it?" Reaty asked softly with a smile in her eyes.

  Mona's face turned red as she blinked and said, "It's okay, it just felt a lot different from when I kissed Sohn Chung..."

  Reaty's smile on his face suddenly froze, and his eyes also began to turn cold.

  "Alright," Mona said with a soft laugh, "I was kidding, I didn't kiss him."

  This way, the man's face finally had some relief, "You little rascal!" He hooked her nose tip.

  "Hmm... what do you want to eat tonight?" Mona changed the subject.

  "Your cooking..." Reaty thought for a moment, then said, "It's been ages since I've had your cooking. That burnt smell is really something I miss..."

  Mona pushed him away, but her slender fingers were caught. She was annoyed, "Then don't eat it, I won't even give you any of my porridge!"

  "No way, I love that burnt smell, whoever tries to take it from me will have a fight on their hands!" Reaty said seriously.

  Mona let out a soft, fluffy laugh and said "You're so glib!" Then she called out to the noblewoman's dog crouching in the distance, not daring to come near, "Come on, Co wants to go home, hurry up!"

  He dragged a long chain and ran over, not forgetting to let out two snorts at Reaty, expressing his resentment.

  "Hey, you little thing, if you dare to shout at me again, I'll stew you when we get home!" Reaty threatened.

  The little dog gazed up at Mona with its big, round black eyes and let out a pitiful "Wooo..."

  Mona squatted down, stroked its curly fur, and said with a spoiled tone, "Good boy... if he dares to stew you, I'll stew him."

  Reaty let out a "hmm" and naturally linked his arm with Mona's, leaving no distance between them. Poor Co had to follow behind them with a reluctant expression on her face.

  Two people walked slowly on the main road, occasionally joking and being intimate with each other.

  The Champs-élysées is still a dazzling golden yellow, only softer than before.

  Digression

  I took this book very seriously and I sincerely hope you like it.