C2 (1/2)

Shi Yao's current appearance was exceptionally alluring. Her tender and red face was scarlet from the alcohol, and her seductive eyes were holding onto the other party's tie with her hand. Her chin was pressed against the man's chest, and her smile was teasing and lazy.

Mo Jintu lowered her eyes, his slender body suddenly tensed up as the bloodthirsty coldness in her phoenix eyes swept across. ”Woman, you're dead for sure!”

”Are you sure?” Mo Jintu lifted her chin with his long fingers and looked at her condescendingly like a king waiting for her worship.

Shi Yao smiled sweetly, and rubbed her chest like a little kitten, ”Do you want to try?” Her soft voice was extremely vague, like an electric current, she had been caught off guard and it passed through the bottom of Mo Jintu's heart.

Woman, you asked for this yourself. You can't blame others!

The man smiled charmingly, bent down, and carried her in his arms as he left in large strides.

In the lengthened version of the Rolls Royce, Shi Yao was unceremoniously stuffed inside, and before she could even protest, a figure pressed down from above. The scorching hot breath landed on her face, and a kiss fell down from the sky.

Mo Jintu suddenly realised that her taste was actually this sweet with an unbelievable amount of magic. It made him addicted, and made him want to try even more.

When Shi Yao woke up, it was already midnight.

A heart-wrenching pain arose in her head, and before her eyes was a strange scene. Shi Yao rubbed her temples, and her expression slowly stiffened.

This is... What was going on?

The bedroom was simple but elegant. It was not the familiar warm room. The hard thing under his head was definitely not a pillow. There was a steady heartbeat in his ears and an unfamiliar yet elegant fragrance lingering around his nose. Even worse, where did that hand on his waist come from!

The aching pain in his body was calling out to his master's indulgence, and his wandering memories slowly returned to the cage.