Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Xiao Yi’s newly opened clubhouse was located in a quiet place in the city.
The antique decorations were elegant and charming. Such high grade style was really incompatible with a person like Xiao Yi, who has previously been in the mafia.
The largest and most luxurious room of the clubhouse had been reserved for Xiao Yi.
More than a dozen men and women were waiting inside.
Yi Fan had drunk too much in the bar just now so he collapsed again after entering the room and drinking a few glasses.
Xia Yanran looked at him lying on the sofa feebly after throwing up in the washroom. He was still muttering her name and she felt terrible.
Xiao Yi was playing mahjong with several young rich men.
Everyone had a cigarette dangling in their mouths and young beautiful women in provocative outfits accompanied them.
One of the young men suggested, “Brother Yi, let’s do something more interesting. From this round onwards, whoever loses, the girl beside him will have to take off a piece of clothing.”
The woman beside him hit his arm and said in a coy voice, “Wu Shao, you’re so mean.”
The man called Wu Shao pinched the woman’s chin and smiled evilly. “Our Yanyan has such a nice figure, of course I want to share it with my brothers.”
In the eyes of the young men, these women were just a tool to relieve stress. If they were the exclusive property they cared about, there was no way they would share them.
“Brother Yi, is that the female companion you’ve brought with you tonight?” Wu Shao looked over at Xia Yanran who was sitting in the corner.
Xiao Yi lifted his finger which was holding a cigarette, took a breath and exhaled a mouthful of smoke, his cold eyes landed on Xia Yanran.
In the noisy and smoke-filled room, men and women were all looking for fun, but she was the only one sitting upright on the sofa like a primary school student with a righteous look like she was unaccustomed to this kind of atmosphere.
Xiao Yi gave a faint smile.
Well, she was once a reporter, it was natural for her to have a sense of righteousness in her bones.
“Brother Yi, call her over!”
Xiao Yi was about to refuse, when he saw Xia Yanran standing up and lifting Yi Fan, who had fallen off the sofa, back. Yi Fan was saying something and suddenly grasped Xia Yanran’s hand tightly in his.
Xiao Yi waved his hand at his subordinate, his expression darkening like a brewing storm. “Call that woman over.”
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Xia Yanran did not expect for this group of men to play so crazily, instead of losing money, they were making women undress.
But to Xiao Yi, she was probably a hostess from a night club.
Looking at the side of his handsome face, Xia Yanran really could not understand. How could there be such a dark and dirty heart under such a good-looking body!
“Why, you’re afraid?” Xiao Yi raised his hand suddenly and pulled Xia Yanran onto his lap.
Xia Yanran was caught unaware and fell into his arms and she subconsciously wanted to stand up, but the man was faster, his fingertips touched the back of her neck, his thin lips close to her ears as he said in a low and cold voice, “If you’re willing to do what you didn’t want to do that night…”
“I don’t want to.” This jerk, beast and scum! He raped her and still wanted her to use her mouth to help him…
She would not say yes even if she died!
Xiao Yi’s handsome face darkened and he pinched her chin. “Well, the choice was yours. Don’t come and complain afterwards.” He looked at Wu Shao and said, “Let’s start.”
She did not know if Xiao Yi was unlucky or he was doing it on purpose. He kept on losing after the round started.
Xia Yanran’s T-shirt and shoes had been taken off. If he lost again, she would have to take off her skirt.
Xiao Yi looked at the woman standing beside him darkly. After taking off her T-shirt, she wore only a sports bra underneath, unlike the women opposite who were wearing sexy lingerie. But her breasts which could be seen vaguely and the snow white skin exposed made his Adam’s apple bob vigorously and he felt a stifling heat.
Throwing out a tile, Wu Shao, who was sitting opposite laughed uproariously. “Brother Yi, I needed your tile. I win, seven pairs!”