Chapter 168: The Carefree Rosamund Kwan

Rosamund Kwan lived in an apartment left to her by her parents. Since both of them were Hong Kong entertainers—particularly her father, who was the first Hong Kong actor to win an international award and had been the biggest star of his time—the apartment, though not located in the Mid-Levels, was in an exceptional neighborhood and spanned over two hundred square meters.

In Hong Kong, an apartment of over two hundred square meters, excluding Mid-Levels mansions and village houses in the New Territories, was considered exceptionally large. Coupled with such a bustling and prosperous location, the property was worth at least two million dollars on the current market.

People often say that a man's room is messy, but looking at Rosamund Kwan's place, it was clear she was not someone who enjoyed tidying up either. Clothes were piled everywhere inside her bedroom, and the living room outside was in complete disarray.

Assorted garments, whether freshly washed or dirty, were tossed carelessly across one side of the sofa. The tables and the television console were cluttered with numerous snack bags—some empty, others still containing leftovers. In addition to the snack wrappers, the coffee table in the middle of the room was littered with scattered beer bottles, some finished, others still unopened.

"What is this?"

Stealthily slipping out of Rosamund's bedroom, Yan Xu put on the clothes he had just picked up from the floor, piece by piece. Though they still reeked faintly of alcohol, wearing them was vastly better than standing around in just his underwear. Just as he unfolded a crumpled shirt, a bunched-up black object fell into his view.

Seeing what was in his hand, even the thick-skinned Yan Xu felt his face grow hot.

It was a pair of black lace panties. The two thin patches of fabric at the front and back were quite small, and because of the lace, they were slightly translucent. Although they no longer retained Rosamund's body heat, they were permeated with a faint fragrance. Yan Xu knew very well that this was the scent of Rosamund's perfume mingling with her natural body odor. In his mind, an image involuntarily surfaced of Rosamund wearing these tiny panties, which undoubtedly looked intensely seductive.

Moreover, right on the surface of the panties facing him, there were faint residual traces of dried liquid. Yan Xu knew full well these were the dried marks of feminine moisture.

Taking all this in, Yan Xu couldn't help feeling a wave of regret. He had never imagined that Rosamund, lying beneath the covers, had been completely naked. He had missed such a magnificent opportunity just like that; lifting even a corner of the quilt would have allowed him to feast his eyes on that rare, breathtaking beauty. Instead, he had spent the entire night lying in the same bed with such a naked, alluring body.

As a man facing a beauty like Rosamund, to claim he had no impure thoughts would be an absolute lie.

"Mmh!"

Just as Yan Xu stood there holding the panties and filled with regret, a soft feminine moan drifted from the bedroom—the sound of someone stretching after waking up.

Yan Xu knew Rosamund was awake. Looking at the underwear in his hand, returning it to the bedroom was out of the question. Besides, if Rosamund caught him holding it, the embarrassment would be immeasurable.

Screw it, come what may. Yan Xu directly stuffed the panties into his trouser pocket, deciding to pretend he had never seen them. Surely Rosamund wouldn't have the nerve to ask him where her underwear was.

"When did you wake up?"

Following a rustling sound of clothing, the sliding noise of slippers drew closer and closer. Soon, a pretty figure appeared before Yan Xu.

"I... I just woke up too," Yan Xu answered somewhat flusteredly, his gaze dodging Rosamund. But this wasn't because of the tension of hiding the underwear; rather, the way Rosamund was currently dressed made him dare not meet her eyes.

Rosamund was dressed very simply: a loose, thigh-length pale yellow cartoon bear nightshirt hung on her frame, barely covering her round, pert buttocks. It failed to conceal her thighs entirely, leaving her smooth, tender legs exposed to Yan Xu in all their seductive glory.

Yan Xu knew very well that beneath that nightshirt, Rosamund wore neither underwear nor any form of undergarment. He could faintly discern two slight protrusions pressing against the fabric of the nightshirt at her chest. On her feet, she wore pink slippers adorned with matching little bear patterns, adding a touch of cuteness to her alluring appearance.

"I drank a bit too much yesterday, my head still hurts. I have some honey water here, do you want some?" Rosamund padded over in her slippers to the side of the television console, half-bent over to open the cabinet door, and turned her head to ask Yan Xu.

"Sure!" Yan Xu nodded. Though he tried constantly to exercise restraint, his gaze still wandered across Rosamund's body. Especially when she bent down to retrieve things, the tight nightshirt completely outlined the shape of her hips. It made Yan Xu feel that if he were to step right behind her and bend down slightly, he could see the mysterious flower hidden beneath the hem of that nightshirt and her slender legs.

"I want to know what on earth happened last night. My head has been spinning too," Yan Xu said, shifting his gaze away. Maintaining that level of restraint required a tremendous amount of willpower. Naturally, he also wanted to ask the question burning in his mind: he had merely been drinking with Rosamund, so why did he wake up at her place?

"You don't remember anything?" Rosamund turned around, holding a jar of honey in one hand, while tossing a package of unopened bread and ham to Yan Xu with the other. "I don't have anything else here, use this to line your stomach first."

Yan Xu caught the bread and ham, dropping heavily onto the sofa. He unwrapped the sliced white bread and used a fruit knife from the table to slice the ham, placing it between the slices of bread.

"We drank quite a lot at the bar yesterday, and you kept saying you wanted to go find Ah Min. So we took a taxi to buy plane tickets, and then you insisted on walking me home. But we stopped by the convenience store downstairs for some more beer, and after that, I don't remember very clearly either." Rosamund picked up a kettle and cups, poured two glasses of honey water, and sat down opposite Yan Xu.

"Bought plane tickets?" Yan Xu handed the prepared sandwich to Rosamund while taking the glass of honey water she had poured. This constituted their breakfast. Hearing Rosamund mention plane tickets, a look of doubt crossed Yan Xu's eyes. He vaguely recalled going to the airport, but those memories were nothing more scattered fragments.

"They're right in your coat pocket." Rosamund took the bread from Yan Xu and took a large bite.

She paid no mind to how seductive her image appeared in a man's eyes, seemingly entirely unconcerned that the man sitting before her possessed normal desires and needs.

Sitting directly across from him, Yan Xu could clearly see everything beneath the transparent glass top of the coffee table. As Rosamund sat down, her already short nightshirt rode up even higher, exposing almost the tops of her thighs to Yan Xu's view. Moreover, instead of keeping her legs tightly closed as women usually did, she kept them parted. If Yan Xu possessed enough courage, he only needed to lean his torso down slightly or lower his gaze to see everything hidden within.

Her smooth, fair feet had slipped out of her cotton slippers. One bare sole pointed upward toward Yan Xu, while the other foot rested directly on the slipper, the bright red nail polish on her toes standing out strikingly beneath the glass table.

Watching Rosamund's carefree demeanor, Yan Xu shook his head slightly. Her current image differed vastly from the impressions he held of her in his past memories, yet it afforded him an absolute feast for the eyes.

Of course, looking was one thing, but Yan Xu did not dare let his gaze linger on Rosamund's body for too long. He felt the pocket of his jacket and quickly pulled out an airline ticket from the inner lining—a ticket for a flight to Bandar Seri Begawan at noon.

Because the flight was at noon, Yan Xu didn't have much time to spare. He devoured the bread in his hand quickly, partly due to the time constraint and partly because Rosamund sitting right before him was simply too distracting; if he stayed any longer, he couldn't guarantee he wouldn't lower his gaze to steal a forbidden view.

"Finished already? Eating like that is bad for your stomach." Watching Yan Xu shove the bread into his mouth in two or three bites and chew voraciously as if he hadn't eaten in days—especially draining the honey water in one gulp when it was meant to be sipped slowly—made Rosamund widen her already large eyes even further. Even if he were rushing, there was no need to be in such a panic.

"I have a plane to catch. Even though there's still some time, I can't show up smelling like alcohol. I need to go home, change my clothes, and handle some matters at the company. Especially since my new film hasn't wrapped yet; although there are only a few miscellaneous scenes left and two assistant directors are handling things, I still need to give proper instructions."

Yan Xu swallowed the bread in his mouth and looked at Rosamund. A Chinese Ghost Story was almost finished shooting, and what remained were mostly scenes featuring Joey Wong.

Since Joey was unwilling to see him, leaving now would give her the space to complete those remaining scenes. Following Rosamund's suggestion and revealing his travel itinerary to Joey was indeed the best course of action. He decided to follow through with it; this would also test what kind of weight he truly held in Joey Wong's heart. If it really didn't work out, he would simply have to accept that he and Joey lacked fate.

"I'm leaving. Thank you." Standing at the doorway, Yan Xu looked at Rosamund and said. He was genuinely grateful to her; otherwise, he would still be stumbling around like a headless fly, clueless about what to do.

"Wait!" Seeing that Yan Xu was about to leave, Rosamund hurried over to his side.

"What is it?" Yan Xu, who had already opened the door and stepped out, paused upon hearing her voice and turned his head back.

Yan Xu never expected that he would be met with Rosamund's soft lips. Rising slightly onto her tiptoes, she pressed her lips gently against his. The sheer surprise of the gesture left Yan Xu entirely unaware that something had just been plucked from his trouser pocket by Rosamund.

"You can't take this with you." Rosamund held up the black lace panties on her fingertip, giving them a slight wave before closing the door shut.

Staring at the closed door, Yan Xu touched his lips. He felt his cheeks burning hot, while his mind raced to figure out what Rosamund's kiss meant. Could it really have been just a goodbye kiss?