In the most bustling nightclub of Sector A, Green city, lavish decor presented a daze of luxury under an unclear ambiguous lighting.
Shen Youran walked along the VIP passage when suddenly a burning sensation surged within her. She frowned and unbuttoned the top button of her shirt.
After a couple of steps, she looked up to find the private room 502 she was searching for and lightly probed with her foot.
To her surprise, it was locked. She swiftly followed up with an impatient, forceful kick.
"Ning Yi, Qin Bao is up to his antics again, he asked me to come find…"
Before she could finish, Shen Youran perceived movement. Instinctively, she ducked and rolled forward, narrowly escaping an attack.
Just when she was about to get up, a wave of dizziness and blurred vision swept her off her feet. She found herself half-leaning on a low table.
Soon, an intolerable burning sensation engulfed her entire body. She could not help stretching her weak and feeble hands to unbutton two more buttons, finally feeling her breathing eased a little.
Shen Youran was taken aback. She had a sinking feeling in her heart, she must have been drugged!
The man who attacked her just now came up from behind her, bound her arms behind her back and lifted her up.
Without any mercy, he grabbed her hair, forcing her head up to take a look. As he released her, he spoke with a cold, slightly surprised voice: "Boss, it looks like it's Shen Si, the general manager of Shen Yi Hotel."
At this point, Shen Youran was hardly lucid. She tilted her ear, hearing someone call her name.
With great effort, she lifted her head, her originally cold eyes became enticingly soft due to fright.
Through the haze, she saw two people sitting on the couch opposite her, their faces obscured by the shadows. One of them spoke, "Boss... saw it... kill her..."
Then Shen Youran felt a sharp stare coming straight at her. It made her body tremble.
However, the timidity was swiftly suppressed by the heat ravaging her body, causing her to let out a soft moan, her voice tender and sweet.
Quite a few buttons on her paragon's shirt had been ripped off by Shen Youran. With such an action, the chest hidden underneath the male clothing became somewhat visible, especially enticing.
In her hazy state, Shen Youran felt a cold and sharp gaze sweep across her chest, which brought her a chill.
"Stand back, let me see what trick she's playing," a deep and callous voice, devoid of emotions, reached Shen Youran's ears, making the sense of crisis even clearer.
Before Shen Youran had a chance to think, she felt her body being pushed and fell onto a soft couch.
The light in the room dimmed a bit more, just enough to vaguely discern shadows.
Her arm inadvertently brushed against something cold; grasping it like a lifeline, she held on tightly.
The cold sensation spread from her hand throughout her body, offering her feverish state a hint of relief.
But it wasn't enough!
It was but a temporary thirst-quencher!
The last vestige of Shen Youran's rationality vanished the moment she made contact with this cool sensation. As if drawn, she moved closer along this arm, purring with satisfaction like a greedy kitten: "Mm…"
Looking down at Shen Youran, who was nestled against him and rubbing around like a kitten, Feng Ming's hawk-like eyes carried a hint of curiosity.
From his position, he had a clear view of the hint of sensuality peeking out from her half-open shirt. Without hesitation, he spread his large hand and gave a pull.
The shirt was ripped open, hanging loosely on Shen Youran's shoulders. The delightful sight of her bosom was freed from the binding confines of her shirt offering a visually stimulating scene.
Turned out, this tomboy, Shen Sier, was quite a surprise!
Feng Ming's eyes darkened slightly, brushed away with a large swipe of his hand, pulling her into his embrace. He was curious to see what kind of game she was playing, daring to throw herself into his arms.
Shen You Ran only felt a coolness on her chest, and then a comfortable hum, turning over and straddling directly onto Feng Ming's body, and continued arching
Unfortunately, her thigh was rubbing against Feng Ming's body inconsistently, causing him to furrow his brows and look at the fiery yet beguiling woman in his arms.
At this moment, Shen You Ran's long hair, previously tied back, had fallen down, draped over her shoulders. The skin on her neck was partially revealed, adding an extra touch of charm.
Her big eyes were moist and narrow, lethargic but with a deadly allure. Her thin lips slightly puffed up, hinting a bit of cuteness.
Feng Ming suddenly recalled the last time Shen You Ran unwittingly provoked him, like a kitten reaching its claws, wild, spicy.
He hadn't settled the score with her yet, and here she was, taking the initiative.
Shen You Ran was restless and suddenly annoyed, she blurted out her usual slang: "Are you not a man!?"
“!”
Her soft, tender words were enough to fully ignite Feng Ming.
He reached out and gripped the chin of the woman in his arms, forcing her to look at him. His eyes darkened and narrowed, the light in his eyes obscure.
He lightly hummed: "Am I not a man?"
"Ah!" Shen You Ran's senses immediately became a bit clearer.
She gasped with her mouth open, suddenly feeling dizzy, and then found herself pinned beneath him.
She realized what was happening, squinted her eyes, but couldn’t make out the person in front of her. She couldn’t help but spit out, "Damn it! On top of me?"
This quite imposing phrase, which came out of her mouth at this moment, sounded more like a coquettish complaint rather than an exclamation. Especially the last part, it sounded like a charming invitation.
Feng Ming bit Shen You Ran's ear, his hot breath all sprayed on her delicate ear, which instantly softened her.
"Shen Si, whatever you're up to, sober or dazed, if you talk about what happened here today..."
Among the drowsiness, she heard the low, cold voice beside her ear, but she didn't understand what it meant.
