Unforgettable for a Lifetime

At this moment, Zhou Yi and Hettie were on their way home. He hadn’t checked the online reviews, his phone tucked away in his pocket.

Zhou Yi sat in the passenger seat as they focused solely on their conversation.

Though Hettie’s topics mostly revolved around the piano, she eventually began to shift her attention to Zhou Yi himself.

She also opened up about herself—when she chose to bare her heart to someone, she held nothing back, revealing every part of herself. It was a trust without reservation.

Just as the car pulled up to the building, before either could step out, Hettie leaned over from the driver’s seat, pulling Zhou Yi into a kiss.

Between kisses, she murmured, “Do you know how mesmerizing you are when you play the piano? Like an intoxicating drug. My mind went completely blank—all I could see was you playing.”

Her words were earnest, her beautiful eyes filled with pure admiration.

Zhou Yi kissed her back and chuckled, “You really do love the piano, Hettie.”

Even when whispering sweet nothings, she couldn’t leave it out.

“And I love you too, Zhou.”

Hettie gasped softly, “Maybe you don’t understand, but you mean something different to me.”

“No one else could play music like that. These hands belong to you—it’s God’s design, arranging for me to fall for you. Why else would it be you, and no one else?”

077: “Got it. I’m God.”

Zhou Yi traced her delicate face with his fingers, smirking. “You’re right. It must be fate. Every meeting in this world happens for a reason.”

Hettie kissed him again, breathless. “Yes… mm… you’re so romantic, Zhou.”

She stopped talking then, losing herself in the sensation of their lips and tongues entwining, her very soul trembling in a way she’d never felt before.

The thought that her favorite pianist was kissing her sent shivers of excitement through her entire body.

Zhou Yi focused entirely on the kiss, their tongues dancing in a deep, lingering embrace.

His skill was undeniable—Hettie was left flushed and breathless.

“Zhou…”

“Zhou… you’re amazing.”

She guided his hand to her body, then climbed from the driver’s seat onto his lap, their kisses growing even more fervent.

They lost themselves in the heat of the moment, barely able to pull apart.

In the end, Zhou Yi restrained himself from crossing any further lines inside the car.

Once outside, Hettie still seemed reluctant to stop.

The cold wind cooled her heated mind slightly, though it did nothing to temper the fiery adoration in her heart.

She tugged Zhou Yi toward the apartment.

Glancing around, he remarked, “Hettie, this area seems a bit secluded?”

There were few houses nearby, with woods and narrow paths stretching into the distance. They hadn’t passed a single pedestrian on their way here.

Hettie unlocked the door, explaining, “I play the piano often and didn’t want to disturb neighbors, so I avoided busy neighborhoods. It’s quiet here, with fewer people. I don’t like noisy places anyway.”

“Makes sense.”

“But if you ever wanted to stay with me, I’d buy a villa just for us. No one would bother us there.”

Zhou Yi only smiled without answering. Hettie caught his lack of interest and didn’t press further.

Inside, Hettie retrieved a bottle of red wine from the cabinet, setting it on the table along with two glasses. Leaning against the kitchen counter, she tilted her head and lifted a glass. “Zhou, how’s your alcohol tolerance?”

“Would you prefer it high or low?”

Recognizing the implication, she grinned. “Too high is no good, too low is no good either. At least keep enough sense to remember my face tomorrow.”

Zhou Yi stood and approached her, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to it while gazing into her eyes.

“How could I ever forget a woman like you, Miss Hettie? You’re the most captivating I’ve ever met.”

077: “Tch.”

He’d heard Zhou Yi say that line at least ten times.

But Hettie was clearly delighted.

She handed him a glass. “Zhou, wait for me, okay? I’ll change—this dress is too cumbersome.”

“Take your time. I’ll be here.”

With beautiful women, his patience was endless.

Hettie let her hair down in the bedroom and slipped into a sheer purple nightgown.

When she reappeared, Zhou Yi found her even more alluring.

Perhaps it was the way her loose strands cascaded over her shoulders.

The purple lace only deepened her seductive aura.

They sat on the living room rug, drinking.

Hettie’s home was simple—furniture, a piano, sheet music, and bookshelves. No television in sight.

A record player filled the air with soft melodies. Instead of overhead lights, she’d lit a small lamp, its warm glow setting the mood.

Hettie’s gaze never left Zhou Yi as they drank.

She indulged freely, glass after glass, until intoxication took hold. Her eyes turned hazy with desire, her movements bolder.

Between sips, she pulled him into another kiss, her hands roaming.

Zhou Yi watched as she undid her nightgown, revealing breathtaking curves.

He marveled silently—foreign women really did develop differently.

A friend in cross-border e-commerce once joked that Western women’s lingerie sizes were exaggeratedly large.

Before long, Hettie was arching with gasps and moans.

Zhou Yi gripped her shoulders, murmuring in her ear,

“Let’s move to the piano, shall we? You love me and the piano so much, Miss Hettie.”

The way he said “Miss Hettie” sent another shiver through her.

For some reason, hearing it during intimacy heightened everything.

His suggestion only thrilled her more.

Instead of blushing, her eyes sparkled with anticipation. “Yes.”

Zhou Yi carried her to the piano, seating her on his lap as if they were about to play.

His hands guided hers over the keys, pressing down in a slow, teasing rhythm.

But soon, the melody shifted.

Her moans intertwined with the notes, blending into a symphony of their own.

Between chords, Zhou Yi whispered, “Do you like this composition? I think you will.”

Hettie could barely focus on the keys anymore, her head tilting back as she panted, “Unforgettable…”

Tears of euphoria welled in her eyes.

She adored this feeling.

The piano played intermittently until 1 a.m.—a full two hours.

Even when her voice grew hoarse, the music didn’t stop.

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